#idk why this is so yellow but we're going to move on

[sorrowsofsilence]

Burning Out • IV

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 6.4k

Warnings: GRAPHIC depictions of death/murder/suicide, Smut 18+ (male!recieving), explicit language, mentions of drugs.

Authors note: Chapter Four- An Omen is 20mg: Songs are Omen by Of Vitrue and 20mg by Revnoir. Also, I genuinely worry this story has too much smut, but also I feel like it's fitting? Idk, let me know if its too much tho LOL. I'm really happy with this chapter though, and I hope you guys enjoy! <3

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! &lt;3

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I watched as her lashes touched the tops of her cheeks, her eyebrows releasing tension from the day, lips parted gently as sleep took over.

My eyes danced across her features, completely captivated. Y/N breathed slowly, and my hand subconsciously reached over, tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear as I endeared over her.

“you’re my saving grace,” I whispered as I stroked her hair, still completely baffled this was all happening.

I watched her for a moment longer before I turned over, facing the door and her desk. My eyes trailed over to the bottle that rested on her desk, the yellow plastic alluring. Zolpidem. 700 dollars right there.

Destruction. Crime. Greed.

That is why we live like heathens That is why we live like heathens That is why we live like heathens

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Silence. There was no sound.

The house held an eery aura- dark and damp, her heart pounding through the unknown stillness. The reticence only made the situation more disturbing to her, and fear ran through the girl’s veins as she steadily stepped toward the kitchen. She grabbed a knife from the drawer ever so carefully, not wanting to make the slightest creak.

She wanted to call out for her mother and her father, but she refused, afraid of what may be hiding within the house.

The girl then started moving towards the staircase, looking at the stairs, hesitant to make the first step. Before she could move, there was a crash through the back door- whatever was in, was going out.

There was a  moment of adrenaline that snaked through her limbs, and her feet carried her to a sprint towards the back door, dropping the weapon. She pushed open the already unlocked door and that's when she saw a figure running towards the field across her backyard.

"Hey!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her throat burning through the sheer power of her cry. Something pulsed within her once again, and she ran towards the forest, following whatever had lurked within the home.

The girl tripped on her feet during the sprint, tumbling onto the grassy ground with a hard thump, all the breath escaping from her body. She coughed and regained oxygen while standing, staring into the darkness. Silence greeted her once again.

She didn’t know who the figure was, but she felt the blood drain from her face, immediately whipping her body around and running back towards the house as an ache of dread washed over her.

"Mom!" She wailed throughout the halls, her voice echoing between the chipped paint. The girl climbed up the stairs with her hands and feet as fast as she could, racing towards grief.

The name ripped through her throat once again, but she already knew deep down the woman’s ears were deaf to the noise.

The girl reached the landing with a sharp turn, her foot slipping slightly on the rug that lay on the floor. Grabbing the wall for support, she shuffled forward toward her mother's bedroom, the tears already forming in the corner of her eyes.

"Mom!"

The door was wide open, and as soon as she turned the corner the scene exposed itself before her. Toppling backwards, her back hitting the wall with a hard thud, choking cries extruding from her mouth as let her body slide down in anguish. Sobs transitioned into a traumatic scream, coated with pain

The blood stains already soaked into the satin sheets as her mother’s lifeless eyes stared back in horror, draped across the bed in a mangled mess - the bullet wounds penetrating, revealing complete cessation.

As the girl’s vision blurred she turned her head, searching for her father; only to find the figure vile and limp in the corner. The burgundy splatter that coated the once pristine wallpaper left the girl petrified as tears crawled down her face, chest heaving through hyperventilation.

She was only thirteen.

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Y/N

I woke up thrashing against Noah’s grasp on my bed, my throat burning from the guttural screams that fled from my mouth. Through ringing ears, the tears poured from my memory-stained eyes as I pushed against his cage, fear engulfing me.

“Y/N!” Noah yelled, arms and legs enveloping me protectively, audible sobs erupting from my chest. The images flashed in my mind as I relived them, feeling like I was back there at that moment.

I try to stay calm Focus on my breath It’s like I drown In a sea of sand

“Y/N, I’m here!” Noah screamed, his heart pounding against me with adrenaline and worry, unsure what was going on. With his arms wrapped around my chest Noah pleaded for me to stop.

I pushed against him again, trying to break free from his grasp. He squeezed me close, shushing me as I sat between his limbs, resisting my attempts to pull away. My bedroom door burst open as Nicholas barged through the doorway, holding it open with an arm as his chest heaved, watching with wide eyes.

“What the fuck is happening?” He watched as Noah stared back with fearful eyes, shaking his head with uncertainty.

“Dude I have no idea, I just woke up to her screaming bloody murder,” Noah panted, looking down at me, trying to place his head on top of my own to comfort me.

Nicholas bit his fingernail anxiously, unsure what to do as he watched the scene unfold. Another set of footsteps dan up the stairs and Nick joined, peaking his head from behind Nicholas.

“Is everything ok?” He asked, stepping into the room.

I continued to cry into Noah’s bare chest, my vocal cords straining from the screams. Noah rocked our bodies back and forth as my wailing slowed, sobs replaced with staggered inhales.

My cheek pressed against Noah’s warm skin as he began rubbing small circles on my back, sheltering me with a tenderness I’d never felt from anyone before.

Everything’s black Everything’s cold A second is a new thought for me

“What happened?” Noah whispered after a moment, placing his mouth on my forehead gently as he spoke against me with delicate lips. My fists clenched, knuckles turning white from the hold.

“I-” I mumbled, staring at the floor as I began to zone out in shock, “The pills, they usually he-help.”

“Help what?” Noah asked, lifting his free hand to stroke his fingers through my hair, nails gently skimming across my scalp. The sensation sent shivers across my arms, Noah’s touch relaxing me as I sighed anxiously, pressing myself into his inviting body.

I sniffed, coughing on the saliva that built in my throat from my sobs, “The nightmares. I barely sleep because of them. I-” I squeezed my eyes shut as I winced, “I always have dreams about finding my parent’s bodies.”

I felt Noah swallow harshly through a hitched breath, still rubbing circles across my back, “Did you want to talk about it?”

Nicholas approached us slowly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He gave me a gentle closed-mouth smile, “We’re here to listen if you need. Sometimes talking about it helps.”

I peered into his silver-grey eyes as they watched me cautiously, warm and inviting. I swallowed, blinking rapidly before nodding. I pulled myself away from Noah, and he resisted momentarily before letting me sit up.

I wiped my eyes with the bottom of my palms, taking a deep breath and looking at Noah as my lip trembled in grief, “I’m so sorry.”

1 life I won’t miss 2 pills I will take 3 hours of bliss 4 more I’m in hell 5 days I’m asleep 6 that I’m insane I don’t wanna feel the pain

Noah tilted his head as his shoulders fell with empathy, his ochre eyes filling with anguish as he watched me, “You have nothing to apologize for, it just scared us. Scared me.”

Noah looked over at Nicholas before peering at Nick who invited himself in, sitting on the carpeted floor as he crossed his legs, pulling his knees to his chest. Nick’s head tiled through sleepy eyes, his elbows resting on his knees with clasped hands.

I looked down at my fingers as I began picking at my blanket, finding anything to fiddle with as I held back the tears that began welling up once again, as thoughts raced about where to begin.

“Um, so,” I started, mouth quivering, “I found my parents murdered when I was thirteen.”

Noah reached over to me with an open palm. I hesitated for a moment before placing my hand on top of his own. His thumb rubbed gently over my fingers as he silently encouraged me to keep going.

“I-I remember it was an evening I had soccer practice. I walked home because my parents never came to pick me up,” My eyebrows furrowed as I stared at the floor blankly, the three pairs of eyes watching me with curiosity.

“I assumed they had forgotten to get me. They were out, attending an important dinner with my uncle, so I didn’t think much of it,” I sniffed, my free hand picking at the fabric of my satin sheets, “but when I got home, the front door was wide open and all the lights were out. I had a weird feeling and I knew something was wrong, and I knew I wasn’t alone.”

I felt their gaze burning into me to continue. None of the boys moved a muscle.

“Someone was in the house,” I shuddered, recalling the memory, “and I chased after them, but they disappeared. I knew that whoever was in there had done something. I knew my parents were dead then.”

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, threatening to fall as I sucked in a shaky breath, the pitch of my voice shifting, “I walked up the stairs, and my parents were lying in their room.”

I closed my eyes with gritted teeth, the tears slowly trailing down my cheeks, “there was so much blood. My dad’s face was barely recognizable because of the gunshot wound.”

I began crying again at the image, my shoulders shuddering through my full-body episode.

“My mother’s eyes were still open,” I wailed, “she looked so scared, even when dead.”

The Nicks stared at me in horror, my words digging into them.

“Jesus Christ.” Through blurry vision I watched as Jolly leaned on the frame, his hand rubbing across his forehead.

I have a fear for living Cause I don’t wanna be a fuckin mess I relive in my nightmares Cause it’s the only way I can rest

Noah leaned forward, grabbing both sides of my face as he stared at me with complete agony.

His thumbs swiped underneath my eyes and across my cheeks, smearing the tears into my skin.

My body shook through my exhale and Noah pulled me into him once again, sitting me on his lap as he slowly swayed our bodies.

My ocean is made of dust And I’ve been dying here of thirst It’s like I’m diving in the mud Every time I try to reach for the worst

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” Noah whispered into my ear as he took a deep breath, sighing into my hair.

“Do you know who did it?” Nicholas asked.

I shook my head in sorrow, “it ended as a cold case. They couldn’t find any evidence-”

I then shrugged, “Or they stopped looking.”

Noah squeezed me reassuringly, and I nuzzled into him, feeling safe within his arms.

“I can’t sleep without those pills,” I said, and all the boys turned towards my gaze, looking at the yellow bottle that unknowingly taunted them, “They help me sleep, the other ones I take help the nightmares. Lately, it hasn’t been working.”

I’m not OK, I’m not the same My head’s screaming but I’m standing still Trapped in a lie that’s made of drugs I pray inside someone breaks my sleep

I felt Noah’s warm breath tickle down my neck as he held me, “I’m the one who found my dad’s body.”

My limbs stiffened at his words.

They tell me I should live Tell me I should care Tell me I should move But I don't feel safe here

“Those images never go away,” Noah said softly, “they become the last memory you have of them, whether you like it or not.”

I closed my eyes as I pushed my face against him again, squeezing him as my arms wrapped around his torso, “It’s awful.”

“It is,” Noah whispered, and we sat there quietly for a few moments, relishing in our shared familiarity.

“What time is it anyway?” I pulled away from Noah, wiping my nose with the back of my wrist before turning over, and grabbing my phone.

“oh fuck,” my eyes widened and I scrambled out of bed, looking at the floor frantically for my clothes from yesterday, “I’m supposed to start work in fifteen minutes.”

I plucked the outfit off the ground before I turned, looking at all the boys who stared back.

“uh, bye?” I waved them away and Jolly immediately turned around, walking out as the Nicks followed. Noah’s eyes lingered on me as the door shut before he too turned around, giving me privacy.

I got dressed as fast as I could before tying my hair up messily, and completely disorganized. I looked at myself in the mirror, cringing at how puffy and red my eyes were; but I didn’t have time to be insecure about that.

“Uhm, I need to go,” I turned towards Noah, unsure what to do. Should I hug him goodbye? Would that be weird? Would it be wrong not to?

We watched each other as unspoken words danced between us, and he stood up, grabbing his clothes from my vanity. I swallowed, fighting the urge to have my eyes skim his exposed body, wanting to explore all of his tattoos.

“Are you sure you’re okay to go to work?” Noah asked as he pulled his shirt over his head, tucking his hair behind his ears. He is beautiful.

I nodded, hesitating for a moment before grabbing him, pulling and absorbing him into a hug. Noah immediately rested his chin on the top of my head, squeezing me against him.

“Thank you,” I murmured, “For everything.”

Noah’s chest heaved as I let go, swinging my bag over my shoulders.

I gave him a small smile, “I’ll see you later. Don’t burn the place down.”

Noah’s breathy laugh was the last I heard as I ran down the stairs, slipping on my sneakers.

Nicholas was waiting by the door, Juice spiralling between his legs.

“You going to be alright?” He asked as he bent down to pick up Juice, cradling him in his arms.

I nodded reassuringly, smiling at him, “I’ve had many nights like this, and I’ve always got through it.”

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NOAH

I sighed, running my hands over my face as I heard the front door close. My heart ached for her, seeing so much of myself mirroring back at me.

When it first happened, I used to have frequent nightmares about the day I found my father’s body, hanging from the garage ceiling. I was traumatized, and no doubt I still am. I lost my whole world that day.

But eventually, my own life began scaring me more.

I’ve become my worst fear.

I finished getting dressed before my mind wandered towards the pills. Guiltily, I peeked at her desk- but my eyes darted away when I saw that the bottle was now gone.

“You looking for something?”

My brows furrowed as I turned towards Y/N’s door.

Folio entered her room quietly, closing the door gently behind him, twisting the knob to make as little sound as possible.

“What would I be looking for?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest defensively.

Nick rolled his eyes as he pulled his hand out from behind his back. The contents of the bottle shook as he opened his palm in front of me, revealing Y/N’s Zolpidem.

“Nick, what the hell man?” I spoke through gritted teeth, “Why did you take them?”

“Money?” He nodded at me like I was stupid, giving me a look of disdain. I watched as he shook them towards me, motioning for me to take it.

My hand rested firmly against my side as my eyes flickered between Nick’s and the pills, heart hammering.

“You need to sell them. That’s almost a thousand bucks.”

I scoffed at him, my voice raising, “Why the fuck would I take them from her? You saw what I just did, did you not?” I shook my head.

“Shh, keep your voice down,” Nick snarled, grabbing my hand and placing the bad decision on my palm.

I laughed, “Why? She isn’t home.”

“Because Nicholas already cares about her,” Folio closed my hand around the plastic, “Do you?”

This is the end time out of my bed It’s like I’m tryna ride an avalanche

And if time is the key then I locked myself into my own black hole

His last question rang in my ears as I looked at the contents in my hold. I twirled the case between my fingers as my eyes closed in contemplation, a breath of anguish escaping my lips through the inward conflict. Do you?

Of course, I do. I was in way too fucking deep already.

You are not a saviour if you’re telling me it’s just a phase You’re a motherfucker if you’re telling me it’s just a phase

Y/N would be broken if I took them. She needs them, clearly.

She also offered us a place to stay; I couldn’t betray her any more than I already had… but how was I supposed to get all the money by myself?

I looked at Nick as my thoughts battled.

How am I supposed to look at her again? If I do this, how will I face her again?

“I can’t do it Nick,” I closed my eyes torment, holding the bottle back toward him; but my fingers never let go.

“We’ve been at this for seven years Noah. You’ll meet another Y/N.”

His words caused my chest to ache. I don’t think I’ll meet anyone like Y/N again.

“Sell them. These, and whatever fucking else you missed out on the first night you were here,” Nick exclaimed.

“She took us in,” I almost pleaded.

“And she’s amazing for that, but you need to think about us. We are so close to being free.”

I groaned in frustration, “Fuck!”

“Make copies of the pills if you’re so worried about her then,” Nick sighed, rubbing his fingers into his eyes in annoyance, “replace them with sugar pills so she doesn’t think they’re missing.”

I bit my lip as a tinge of hope budded in my chest, attempting to push past the guilt. If she doesn’t know the pills are missing, then she wouldn’t hate me…and I could still make enough money.

You need to fuckin hear me now

“That’s a great idea- but where the hell am I supposed to get pills that look the same?” I said. What kind of monster am I for actually considering this?

No one, no one will bring me down

“Get some vitamins or some shit from the pharmacy, it’s not that hard. She could use some vitamin A or some iron or shit. Whatever.” Nick shrugged, leaning his back against the door.

“Maybe you should rob one of the pharmacies?” Nick suggested.

I shook my head, “Too risky. There are cameras.”

“I know there’s a small pharmacy in Chinatown on Thirteenth Street. It’s super old, so the cameras may only be outside,” Nick watched me with careful eyes, “Drugs are the way to make cash.”

“I’ll give you the number of one of Jolly’s old dealers. I’m sure he can hook you up with a decent price.”

Nick was right. There was no way I was going to make enough cash by breaking into houses and stealing shit.

I left that afternoon, carrying all of Y/N’s pill bottles towards a pharmacy in the middle of town. Guilt ate me alive as I opened the door.

There was no turning back now.

I found various vitamins that looked similar enough to her pills. Grabbing all of them I went up to the counter, paying the cashier.

“Vitamin deficient?” She laughed, trying to make a joke.

I hummed in response as she scanned them, avoiding eye contact for fear that she could read me. I paid, snatching the change swiftly.

My hands sweat in anticipation, “Uh, can I use the bathroom?”

Her eyes narrowed at my behaviour as she handed me the bag, “Sure. It’s back there towards the left.”

I flashed her a brief smile before walking towards the door and locking the bathroom. I let my body slide against the wall, sitting on the bathroom floor in defeat. This was a bad idea. How could I do this to her?

I’m not ok, I’m not the same My head’s screaming but I’m standing still

My leg bounced nervously as my stomach churned. I opened my backpack, grabbing ziplock bags that were labelled with each drug’s name and how much was in each pill.

Spilling the containments into the appropriate bags, I began replacing the pills with the vitamin look likes, filling the capsule with lies and deceit.

How long would this placebo last before she found out?

Closing the bottles and shoving them back into my bag securely, I held my head in my hands, fighting back tears of shame.

I slid the plastic bags into my cargo pants as I stood up, turning my gaze towards the bathroom mirror. As I gripped either side of the sink, my knuckles whitened at the tension through the bowing of my head, staring into the white ceramic bowl. My chest rose and fell quickly as my eyes squeezed shut, anger rippling through me.

This is all D’s fault; I wouldn’t have to do this if our lives weren’t on the line. My life. Jolly’s. Ruffilo’s. Folio’s.

Y/N’s wasn’t- not because of D.

But because of me.

Why am I screwing her over, when I know how she doesn’t deserve it?

I turned the handles of the sink, letting the water fill the bowl as I splashed myself, trying to pull myself out of my delusion.

I needed to do this, I was so close to being done. I could make it up to her if she’d still take me. If she finds out.

The angel on my shoulder told me not to do this.

The devil reminded me of my pain.

I left the bathroom, walking past the aisles of products.

Trapped in a lie that’s made of drugs I pray inside, pray

“Have a good da-” The woman at the counter got cut off as I slammed the store door, my breath heaving as I marched down the sidewalk. Dark grisly clouds covered the sky, rolling in as they carried the beginning of a storm.

That I’m not alone, that you realize Sometimes a word could save a life

I stared straight ahead, eyes resentful and broken through the wind. There was no going back. Destruction.

I’m not okay, I’m not the same

My phone buzzed as I turned the corner.

Folio: He says he’ll meet you in the ally right before the pier

Me: Got it

Folio: Did you bring your mask? Gloves?

Me: Yep.

As I walked I swung my backpack around, grabbing the leather gloves and mask. Raindrops began falling from the sky in an uneven pattern. Shoving the mask in my sweater pocket I threw my hood over the top of my head. My legs carried me determined toward the alleyway before the pier, chest aching.

I chewed the inside of my cheek in remorse, resisting the urge to draw blood from the skin, knowing the sensation would distract me from my racing mind. I didn’t deserve to be distracted. I needed to feel everything.

Folio: Stay safe Noah. Don’t fuck it up.

Shit I don’t know where I wake up I might still be in a bad dream, a dark dream

As I approached the ally way I ducked between cars, pulling my black ski mask over my head, concealing my identity.

Silence is healthy violence, and I became deaf, I became drunk with my sorrows Alone in the night and 20 milli’

I walked between the brick buildings, small puddles forming between the cracks of cement. The ashy scent embedded around me as the dampened pavement absorbed the sky’s tears.

I lost my feet in the dark water that takes me towards Lucifer, hell

I stood behind one of the garbage bins, head snapping forward and back as I looked around for the man who would do my bidding.

“Name?”

My eyes squinted through the rain as a man in a yellow balaclava turned from a hidden corner, approaching me slowly.

“Who sent you?” I asked, knowing better than to answer first.

The man chuckled at my mistrust, stopping a few feet away from me, “Folio.”

“Good,” I nodded, reaching into my cargo pants, and pulling out the baggies, “Sebastian.”

He nodded, giving me a grin. My eyes immediately noticed the sheen from his teeth, the set of grills layered on the bottom reflecting the remaining light that shone through the clouds.

“What do you have to offer?” He asked, taking a step forward.

“40mg of Adderall, almost full bottle; 8mg of Zolpidem; half bottle; and 12mg of diazepam, almost full bottle,” I held out the bags. Crime.

He eyed them for a moment before smiling at me, “So where are the bottles then?”

I sighed, reaching into my backpack to pull out the plastic, and his eyes widened.

“You have more?” He asked.

I shook my head, “No. These are filled with vitamins now.” I handed him the bottle to inspect the packaging, showing that they were legitimate.

The man hummed, “Sly dog. Smart move,” he spun the bottle between his fingers, reading the label, “sucks to be whoever Y/N Y/L/N is.”

I felt my brows clench as a snarl grew on my face, angry that he used her name aloud.

“Let me check the real pills,” He nodded towards the bags, handing me back the bottle of placebos.

The masked man pulled out a small box from his pocket, pulling out a vial of fluid and some paper strips.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes, “You have a testing kit? Out here?”

He laughed, “Well, when you’ve been in this business for as long as I have, you have the proper tools.”

“Fair enough,” I shrugged, “They’re prescription, so they aren’t laced with shit.”

He nodded, “I believe you, but I’m still gonna check.”

The man opened one capsule from each bag, mixing the smallest amount into the solution he held before placing a drop on each testing strip. After a few moments, the strips changed colour and he smiled, the gold within his mouth flashing.

“It’s pure,” He said, rummaging through his bag before pulling out a wad of cash, “How does 2,200 sound?”

I had to hold my mouth shut, the price leaving me shocked, “Y-yea. That’s great.”

I held out my hand as he gave me the money, my fingers running across the top before placing it in my pocket.

“If you can get me more like this, I’ll up the price next time,” The man said, holding his hand out, waiting for me to accept his transaction, “People pay good money for pure shit.”

Next time.

I wrapped my gloved fingers around his own, sealing the deal of Greed.

“Folio will give you my number,” He said, pulling away.

“What can I call you?” I asked as I turned around, preparing to walk away.

“Vincent.” He said, grinning again as I listened to his footsteps splash against the puddles as he departed, “See ya, Sebastian, pleasure doing business.”

+

I got back to Y/N’s quickly, rushing up the stairs and heading straight for the medicine cabinet in the bathroom, placing the faux pills back in their designated spots. Fabricated homes.

As I closed the cabinet my heart almost fell out of my chest, Nicholas standing right at the bathroom door.

“What are you doing?” He asked, folding his arms.

“Uh-” I said, out of breath, “Nothing.”

“You sold them didn’t you?” Nicholas frowned, running his fingers along his brows in disappointment.

“I had to,” I explained, facing him.

He shook his head, “You couldn’t find drugs anywhere else? She gave us her home.”

“Maybe she shouldn’t have been so trusting,” I said, staring at the laminate flooring beneath my feet.

Nicholas scoffed, “Oh, so you’re going to blame her?”

I peered into his eyes as we battled silently, both our bodies stiff as we exchanged opinions.

“You’re going to regret it, Noah.”

“Yea, no shit,” I muttered, “But the twenty-two hundred bucks I got will be worth it.”

Nicholas’ eyes widened for a second before he stared at me angrily again, “Will it?”

I watched him, my fists clenching.

“Will it be worth it when you lose her?”

I gritted my teeth as he spoke.

“Will it be worth it when you have nothing, again?”

“Why do you care?” I yelled, my voice raising as my frustration grew. Ruffilo’s words were right; he was right.

His eyes softened as he turned, letting me out of the bathroom. I pushed my shoulder into him as I slid past his body, walking down the stairs.

“Noah,” Nicholas called out after me before following me, “It matters because I haven’t seen you light up around someone like that in years. If ever.”

I turned around to face him at the bottom of the stairs.

“I-I barely know her!” I said angrily.

“Do you not see how you look at her? Do you not see how you fucking held her this morning? Someone who doesn’t care, wouldn’t do that. You gave her your everything.”

My heart clenched, avoiding his gaze and words, “She doesn’t need to know. I’ll tell her when I’ve paid off our debt.”

“And when the pills don’t work?” He laughed, shoulders lifting as he threw his hands up in the air.

Anger Sadness Laughter Madness

“I don’t know!” I raised my voice again, mimicking his actions.

“She is already completely whipped for you-” Nicholas said quietly, his posture softening.

I looked away again, running my fingers behind my neck.

“-and you’re already wrapped around her finger.”

We are one step away from total decay Slipping Falling Closer to biting the concrete We are one step away You can't call this living

“I’m not the good guy,” I gazed up at my brother, his eyes saddening at my words.

I exhaled heavily as I walked toward the basement door, heading down to meet Jolly and Folio in the basement, signalling the end of my conversation.

Nicholas was the voice of reason, but I was too far gone to listen.

Jolly and Folio were jamming when I reached the bottom, the sound of a drumset being smashed leaving me confused.

“Hey,” Jolly nodded towards me, stopping mid-strum on the guitar. Folio hit the symbol one last time before he waved, sat in the corner in front of a shitty drumset that was barely holding together.

“The hell is this?” I tilted my head. The guitar Jolly was using was plugged into a beat-up amp.

I peered around the room, noticing two other blow-up mattresses and run-down decor.

“You’ve been busy,” I said, nodding at everything. They were making this place home.

“So have you,” Nick said, kicking the bass drum excitedly, “How much did he give you?”

“Who gives who what?” Jolly questioned, eying the both of us.

I sat on one of the mattresses, resting my elbows on my knees, “Vincent. Twenty-two hundred.”

“You knew?” Nicholas said frustrated in a causative tone as he eyed Folio.

“He needs the money Ruffilo,” Nick said annoyed, twirling the drumstick between his fingers.

“Yea, by robbing someone else, not Y/N.” Nicholas defended, “Don’t bite the hand that feeds you. Don’t you feel bad?”

Walk the line and pray to your master Ball and chain, a slave to disaster

Folio hit the bass drum again, avoiding the question.

“So you sold her meds after all?” Jolly nodded in contemplation. I couldn’t tell whether he approved or not.

“Replaced with vitamins so she doesn’t notice,” I mumbled, my head handing in shame.

Walk the line and pray to your master Ball and chain, a slave to disaster This is an omen, a warning, a lesson to take So listen to the words that I say

Jolly began picking at the strings, “what were the lyrics you sang the other day?” He asked.

My eyebrows pinched together, “What?”

“In the motel? Something something, I see through you,” He said, shaking his head, “Devil or God?”

“I see through you, I know what you are,” I said slowly, “I've seen the Devil more than I've seen God.”

Jolly hummed, strumming on the guitar, “Cover your ears and shut your eyes,”

I stared at him, eyes squinting in animosity. What was he doing?

“Because what I'm about to say is gonna ruin your night.”

I watched him as he strummed, and Folio began hitting a beat.

“You've dug your grave and you have no one but yourself to blame.”

Animosity shifted to anger, “What are you doing?”

“Songwriting,” Jolly shook his head at me.

“But by the way, I agree with Nicholas.”

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Hours later Y/N came home between shifts, shuffling down the stairs in excitement once she heard music.

“What!” She exclaimed excitedly, looking at the setup we created, “You guys make music?”

She sat next to me on the mattress, crossing her legs as she watched with adoration. She turned to smile at me, and I gave her a curt grin before looking down.

Her smile was radiant, and the look of complete awe she gave me left me crumbling. What have I done?

Danger Caution Proceed Slowly I am one step away from losing my sanity

“We’ve always just dabbled,” Nicholas said excitedly as he set the bass down, “but we went to the thrift store to find some mattresses and found the drum set and amp.”

“Well,” Y/N looked at all of us, “If you’re looking to make money, I know Sammy’s is trying to find bands who are willing to play live music.”

“I wouldn’t consider us a band,” Jolly laughed, “But extra income that Noah could use? I’m down.”

“Could we do like covers n’ shit? We don’t exactly have any original songs,” Folio said.

Y/N nodded eagerly, “Oh yeah, I’m sure that's not an issue at all.”

“How much would we make?” Ruffilo asked.

“I think like three hundred to five hundred,” She shrugged, “But I can confirm at work tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” I piped up, still looking at the floor, “Do you have tonight off?”

“Yeah, it’s quite nice. I’m exhausted,” She laughed quietly.

She looked over at me now, and I did everything I could to fight her gaze- but I cracked, facing her. Her eyes bore into mine with yearning, my stomach clenching as she spoke.

“Want to watch a movie?” We didn’t watch a movie.

As we lay in her bed I held her head firmly in place, her lips wrapped around my desire, mouth sliding up and down. I watched her with lustful eyes as her hand held the rest of me, tongue swirling around the tip as she stroked.

Slipping Falling Closer to places that I should not be

“Get on your knees,” the command left me in a throaty plea.

I am one step away, annihilate everything

Y/N obliged and I stood up, looking down at her through hooded eyelids as she kneeled before me at my mercy. Her mouth latched onto me once again, tongue dancing along the skin with beauty and grace, her sensual movements causing my eyes to close as my head tilted back.

I couldn’t help as my hips began to roll into her face gently, beginning to fuck her mouth as my hands gripped the sides of her head, latching between the locks of her hair.

In desperation I pulled her closer, eyes rolling back briefly as she choked on my body, gagging on what was already hers.

She watched me through her lashes, and my mouth hung open slightly, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as we maintained eye contact.

She pushed herself closer for a moment, her eyes squeezing shut in fervour before she pulled away, a string of saliva following her lips. I just about came to the sight of her as the smile playing on her lips told me she knew how this affected me.

Walk the line and pray to your master (Embrace the disease) Ball and chain, a slave to disaster (Have I just been dreaming?)

“Fuck,” a breathy laugh left me as I looked down in awe with a lopsided grin.

“Such a good girl,” I pulled her closer to my pelvis as I hit the back of her throat and thrust forward.

She pulled away, smiling at my praise as she wrapped her fingers around me, rotating her wrist before sucking against my skin again, “Anything for you.” She closed her eyes again, but I needed her.

Have I just been dreaming?

“look at me, show me those pretty eyes while I fuck your mouth,” I demanded and her lashes flicked up towards me, my body shuddering as she stared into me with complete greed.

I observed her every move, heavy pants heaving from my chest as I groaned deeply, my body close to its release.

Walk the line and pray to your master Ball and chain, a slave to disaster

“Fuck,” my stomach clenched as my body began to twitch, her lips sucking harder as she took all of me.

This is an omen, a warning, a lesson to take So listen to the words that I say

I moaned as she slid down one more time and I gripped her hair, holding her still. I filled her tongue as threads of my release coated the back of her throat. The sight below me left my legs shaking as I pulled away, tucking her hair behind her ears, and rubbing my fingers underneath her chin in endearment.

What have I done?

“Good girls swallow,” I whispered and she moaned.

“Open,” I said, watching in complete reverence as she stuck out her tongue, showing me that she obeyed, drinking in all of me.

I leaned down towards her, pulling her chin up to kiss me as I melted into her lips, sighing with commitment.

What have I done?

Chapter Five

#burning out fanfic #bad omens #noah sebastian #bad omens cult #bad omens band #noah sebastian davis #metalcore #nick ruffilo #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson #nick folio #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian x reader #smut #bad omens smut #bad omens fanfiction

[luvfy0dor]

"Wonderland ♡" Nikolai Gogol x Gn!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; Theft, grand theft auto

Description; Committing crimes with Nikolai Gogol, inspired by Wonderland and Getaway car, ik he could literally just use his ability but Nikolai would prob love a high speed chase or anything like that.

A/n; recently I've been like so nervous talking to people idk why I'm just horrified of being awkward nd saying some stupid shit ykwim I love talking to people I'm just like really awkward 🫤🫡

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You could feel adrenaline rush through your veins as you bolted through the hallways of some random mall with Nikolai. You were both hand in hand, sprinting down the strips of hallway as security guards chased and yelled after you both. Nikolais giggles almost went unnoticed with everything else being so loud. You panted loudly, the six foot tall man pulling you along with him. It was hard to keep up with, but you really didn't wanna go to jail right now, or ever for that matter, so you tried your hardest.

After damn near flying down an escalator and weaving in and out of many confused strangers, the bright exit sign came into view. Had you not been huffing and puffing, you would have sighed in relief.

"How're ya holding up there, dove? Feelin' the burn?" Nikolai asks you, his head turned to look into your eyes. You nod just as you finally break free from the cramped and crowded space of the mall. You immediately look around, trying to find a place for you to run. Nikolais eyes were also darting around the parking lot, until the flashing orange and yellow lights of a newly unlocked car caught his attention. He grabbed your hand again.

"Sorry for pulling you around so much, my dearest, but it is highly necessary in the moment!" You're pulled through the parking lot by your boyfriend, luckily no cars were speeding directly at you, so you got to your destination unscathed. "Wait! Kolya! Was this a part of your plan?! You know, Fyodor told you if you were a little bit less impulsive and didn't rush into things you'd be more successful-" you're cut off by Nikolai flinging open some random persons car door and shoving you in, shutting the door and running around the hood of the car.

He gets in and immediately puts the car in reverse and steps on the gas. "And is Dos here at the moment?" He asks while looking over his shoulder to back out of the parking spot. You can hear the assumed car owner screaming obscenities at the both of you. You shake your head. "No, he's not, but still, if we're not careful this is just another charge that we might have to face!" You say, your hands nervously flying all over the place. Nikolai just scoffs and speeds out of the parking lot. "Would I ever let you get in that much trouble?" He says, looking at you out of the corner of his eyes as he speeds down the road.

You blankly stare at him. "Yes! Yes, you would!" He Snickers at your response. His hand goes down to softly pat your thigh. "Well, you're right, I wouldn't take all the blame for myself now." He beams, turning up the radio. "But I wouldn't let neither of us rot away in prison." He assured you, the same smug grin that other people seemed to dislike calmed your nerves a bit. You just sighed and leaned your head against the car seat headrest. This wasn't a very new feeling to you, but it was exciting in the worst way possible. It made you nervous, you could almost feel your organs moving around in your body with anxiety, but the fact that you were commiting these acts with Nikolai made it a little better.

"Silence isn't setting the right mood, darlin'!" He says, reaching for the volume knob. Some pop song you didn't know but remotely recognized started blaring from the speakers, and apparently Nikolai didn't mind it at all. He seemed thrilled with it, even, a wide smile on his face as he kept speeding down the long, straight, highway. He grabbed onto one of your hands and squeezed it tightly as he accelerated the car faster. You grasped into the car door and felt your body press back against the seat.

"Oh my god, how fast do you wanna go?!? This is not a high speed chase!" You say, deeply inhaling while looking at him. "And it won't have to be if we get way ahead now." He beams. He continues down the road for another couple of minutes, still practically levitating off of the pavement with his speed while your heart feels like it's beating nearly as fast. Nikolais voice rings through the car as he joyously sings along with the song while you eventually manage to catch your breath.

Nikolai takes a couple more turns, and before you know it, you're in some sort of field, the stars illuminating the sky when you step out of the car as per Nikolais request. He hops up onto the hood of the stolen car, patting the spot next to him and signalling you to join him. You sigh and lift yourself up onto the white vehicle and he swiftly takes your hand in his.

"Aren't the stars so beautiful? Not as beautiful as you, ofcourse, but they're quite pretty if I do say so myself." He beams, reaching into his pocket. He hands you a couple of dainty diamond jewelry pieces that he stole from the mall, letting them fell into your hands. "I think these would look splendid on you." He smiles, pulling you body closer to his. "Thank you, Kolya." You say, kissing his cheek quickly. A small smile creeps onto your face as the two of you relax under the stars. "You're the best partner." You murmur, rubbing his shoulder a bit. "Oh? In crime? Or in romance?" He says with the familiar Cheshire cat looking smile. You laugh a little. "Why not both?" You kiss his head one more time while you bask in the night chill, arms around each other in peace.

A/n; I finished this in my gym class tbh, so it's not fully proofread

#bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #nikolai #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai gogol #nikolai bsd #bsd nikolai #nikolai x reader #nikolai x you #nikolai x y/n #nikolai fluff #bsd fluff #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd x gn reader #x gn reader #gn reader #gn!reader

[milesgmoralles]

Hi! Do you mind sharing your coloring tutorial or tips? especially for the animation ones, they're so good! your gifs are crisp and HD

hi, anon. tysm! 🫶 i don't mind at all since i’ve gotten more than a few requests from before, ig it's time to give it a go. (more) details are under the cut. 😁

before we start, i want you to take note of the following things that will be helpful in the process of making/coloring gifs.

if you want to get the know-how on making gifs, @redbelles did us a solid and gave us this comprehensive guide that will save me the time for explaining lmao. 😅✌️

make gifsets without skipping frames. keep frame delay 0.05 and 0.06 for less than 25 frames. anything more or less is too fast or too slow. additionally, it's also important to note that if you're dealing w videos that are faster than 30fps you change the frame delay to 0.04.

gif using the the new dimensions (in this tutorial i used the dimensions of 540px x 510px since it's all about big gifs now 🙄).

use the standard sharpening settings (smart sharpen, amount 500%, radius 0.3px, remove gaussian blur and tick more accurate) also note the sharpening settings for 2d as you've specifically requested.

 you can use action that will convert your gif back to frames and set your timing to 0.05 with a single click. basically photoshop will follow out all of these time-consuming steps for you! just download the action and double click it. it should now be added to your list of actions.  to see your actions, go to window > actions. find the folder that says "GIF ACTION" and select the lines that says "CLICK HERE" and voila! ps will do all the hard work for you.

the coloring on your gifs will look good if you have a good base so try not to skip on video qualities. use high quality copies like 1080p or 2160p (4k ones are good) the higher the gb the better. it makes coloring so much easier and reduces grains.

*cracks knuckles* let's start!

for 2d animation's sharpening settings, it usually varies so i just move the amount around and see what looks or works better for a specific gif. i used amount: 189 and radius: 0.2 for this ponyo gif. anything can work between 189 to 350 for me but i maintain the radius at 0.2. again, you can just play the amount around until you find the one that looks good for your gif.

when i’m making gifs. i look for that notorious contrast between the light and dark parts. i think it gives life to the gif- so exposure, levels and curves are best to achieve that. for curves, just go to layer > new adjustment layer > curves. this layer is going to help brighten up the gif in certain areas, and darken others. select the white eyedropper. click the lighter part of the gif like the white/light part of the ship.

next, select the black eyedropper and click on a black/dark area of the gif (refer to the arrow bc i don't know which part of the ship is that called lmao).

you can skip the black eyedropper if you're already satisfied w the result of the white one.

color balance and selective color are your two best buddies. they’re great when you’re trying to change some tones or specific colors of the gif, like the skin tone which is very tricky.

using selective color is pretty simple, here’s a really useful guide:

if you pull any of the tabs to the right, it increases the amount of color (cyan, magenta, yellow and black), and reduces the amount of opposite color (red, green, blue and white).

i also use the blacks and whites in selective color especially if the gif is saturated w colors to tone down some parts and make shadows more visible (idk if this is still making sense 😅).

in working with color balance, i use midtones and highlights sparingly. it's really helpful in removing or balancing out a certain tone.

here's my save setting ⬆️

idk why but ps puts the default frame delay to 0.07/0.03 so open your gif in ps again and don't forget to change the delay to 0.05.

and we're done!

i sometimes go back and forth and do some tweaking until i’m satisfied with the result. this is how i color and i know it’s not perfect but i learn by constant practice. there’s really no standard in coloring so you can make yours the way you like it. just enjoy- until you get the hang of it and it becomes less daunting (or something like that). i hope this helps. if you have more questions, my askbox is always open 😊.

#completeresources #usergif #userpayton #usersugar #rresources #yeahps #itsphotoshop #userbells #dailyanimatedgifs #usercharl #usersavana #Chaoticresources #hisources #ps help #tutorials #ask replies #anon

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

@starrjoy

Another Sonic and Tails headcanon thingie: these two have their unique ways of greeting each other whenever they come home, whether they were gone for a day or only 20 minutes. One of them is what Tails tends to use since it’s his absolute favorite one, the infamous koala hug attack.

For this one, in story form!

Word count: ...idk I literally wrote this in my drafts on here so I have no idea other than it went longer than originally intended 🙃 😅

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Sonic clutched the bags tightly in his arms as he felt his shoes skid hard against the ground as he got near the porch of the living quarters of the workshop, nearly losing his balance in the process. A fresh coat of slightly, wet dirt now covered the bottom of his sneakers from heel to toe as he walked up the steps.

He hastily wiped his feet on the mat in front of the door, already picturing the complaints he was going to receive about tracking dirt across the floorboards again if he didn't...again.

It's not like Tails wasn’t guilty of it either, he just got at him because he tends to do it the most. Though it didn’t mean that he himself wasn’t fed up with it.

Managing to open the door with his elbow, he shuffled into the living room and dropped the bags onto the kitchen island, quickly catching some of the cans that spilled out of the bag.

"Geez, I swear that bagger was just stuffing all this stuff in here." He grumbled out loud, stacking the cans in the cabinet and putting the rest of the groceries away in a few seconds.

He brushed off his hands and glanced around the room. "Tails? You here, bud?"

There wasn’t any sound of thudding footsteps coming closer to him, or a voice calling out in response, or just any answer at all. That wasn't much of a surprise since he tended to leave the workshop more and more recently to just take a walk and explore the area.

As long as he wasn’t cooped up in his lab all day, that was good enough for him.

He moved to speak into his wrist comm to check in with Tails when his ears perked and heard some shuffling coming from behind him. Turning around, he was mildly surprised to see that nothing was there.

It mildly surprised him due to the fact barely anything could sneak up on him due to the years of training exercises he carried out, though it didn't explain why he was still hearing the shuffling all around him.

Sonic paused and let out a groan. "Oh boy, I hope it isn't another mouse that snuck inside the lab again. That was another whole week of stress that I won't get back." He mumbled softly to himself, rubbing a hand over his face.

What he did hear next definitely surprised him, considering it had been a while since he's even heard it, a few short giggles broke through the silence causing him to freeze and look around the room confused.

"Uh, Tails?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a quick flash of yellow disappears from view near one of the rafters on the ceiling, with that same shuffling noise following suit before it went silent again.

He didn't acknowledge that he saw the kit being bad at hiding, but he knew full well who it was, and the little tradition that they haven't done in a couple of years.

Sonic smirked to himself. 'Oh wow. We're playing this game again, huh? It's definitely been a while. But if it's what the kid wants to do...'

He played along, placing his hands on his hips, and feigned a worried voice. "Oh dear, I wonder where my little buddy Tails is. I just can't seem to find him anywhere!"

Sonic walked around the room, looking around dramatically under the table, around the couch, and into the kitchen cabinets. He audibly let out a sigh and leaned against the kitchen island, placing the back of his hand on his forehead.

"Tails? Oh, where for art thou Tails? My brother? Mi amigo? My honorary pride and joy. Lost forever to where I can never follow him." He kept his voice light and teasing, grinning when it earned him more giggling.

He moseyed on over directly under the one rafter where he knew Tails was hiding and put his arms up in defeat. "Hmm, he doesn't seem to be in here. I guess I was just imagining hearing him this whole time."

A slight creak was heard above him as he waited and braced himself for the attack. "3, 2, 1...."

"Nooo!….not the...koala hug trap…the cuteness…it’s too much for my body to handle..." He fell to his knees and hunched over, wrapping an arm around Tails and purposely squeezing closer to him in the process.

"Koala attack!" Tails yelled and dropped down, flying right into Sonic and wrapping his arms and legs around his torso.

Both of his tails wagged as he nuzzled his head under Sonic’s chin. The hedgehog lets out a groan from the impact, both to add to the part and to that the kid was a bit heavier than he remembered. He decided to suck it up and take it like a man...er, hedgehog.

"I can feel...all my energy depleting....I think I see a light. Mom, is that you?" Sonic fell over on his side, Tails snickered as he continued to hang onto him. "Goodbye cruel world....I'll miss you."

He finishes by rolling over on his back, closing his eyes, and lolled his head to the side, finalizing his "ultimate death." He stayed silent for a moment before he felt Tails shift around on his chest and felt a finger poking at his cheek. He peeked an eye open and saw him beaming a wide smile at him.

"Hi."

"Well, hi to you too." He poked a finger to Tails' nose, switching to giving a scratch behind the kit's ear. "So, mind explaining why you decided to ambush me like a crazy maniac today?

Tails laid his head back down, deeply enjoying the ear scritches. "Nope."

Sonic chuckled. "OK then." He placed his head down in turn and stared up at the ceiling.

After a few moments, Sonic cleared his throat, making Tails look up at him. "You uh, gonna let me up anytime soon? I gotta get dinner started soon."

Tails shook his head, the playful gleam shining in his eyes. "You know the rule in order to escape the hug trap, Sonic, unless you wanna be stuck here forever you gotta pay the toll."

Sonic gave out a little hum. "Actually, I change my mind, I kinda want to be stuck here. The floor is pretty comfy."

"But what if you need to use the bathroom?"

"I'll just crawl on the floor and take you along with me."

He heard Tails give a snort in amusement. "Yeah sure, you barely go in there to take a shower."

Sonic gave a hard flick to his ear, "Says alot for the guy hugging me in a death grip right now."

"Shut up, I know my limits to your body odor and this is a mere exception. Besides, you still need to pay the release toll."

"Oh right, the toll," Sonic pauses, pretending to be clueless. "Uh, what was it again?"

"You already know what it is."

"Do I now?"

Tails sighed lightly, trying to sound like he was annoyed. "Yes!"

"I do? Huh, I don’t seem to recall what it is-."

"Sooniiiic.."

"OK, Alright. One toll payment coming up." He sat up and wrapped his arms around Tails, resting his cheek on top of his head. The kit in turn squeezed his hug tighter, letting out a laugh as Sonic began to quickly rock their bodies side to side.

"Was that a good payment for ya?"

"Oh yeah, totally worth all those overdue bills you've been ignoring." Tails said lightly.

"Ah, speaking of which, I still have one more from this morning I haven't paid for. Better late than never!" He finishes by pulling him closer and wrapping him in a even tighter hug, a one where Tails could barely move his arms.

"Ow! Okay, you paid your debt! That's too tight!" Sonic released him and watched as Tails held his sides seemingly in pain.

Sonic got up and looked at him, slight panic rushing in upon seeing him. "You good?"

"I think you nearly broke my ribs." Tails croaked out.

"Sorry." He gave him a sheepish smile as he helped him up the floor, giving him quick, side hug, a gentle one this time and ruffling the fur on his head. "You wanna help me get dinner started?"

"Sure," Tails went to stand up, stopping midway and a deep frown suddenly masked his face. "...Sonic?"

Sonic flinched at his sudden change in tone. "Yeah?"

"You didn’t wipe your feet when you came in, didn't you?"

"Oh my gosh-, don't start with that again please." Sonic groaned as Tails began his annoying tangent. "I actually did it this time."

"I can see the tracks of water leading from the grass outside to here! I keep telling you, just wipe your feet at the doormat!"

"I was carrying the groceries in!"

"That's no excuse Sonic! You know how hard it is to mop up these floors!"

Sonic began to back away, holding his hands up. "Well I did, and just for the false accusation you're not getting the dessert I bought tonight."

Tails' eyes widened, his mouth open agape. "What?!? That's not fair!"

"Neither is falsly accusing your brother for a crime he didn’t commit."

"It's not false accusation if the proof is right in front of your dumb-dumb face." Tails deadpanned.

"Annnd, now that's no mint candy of any kind for a week."

"Sonic!"

"Do you want me to make it a full month?" He tried to have his "serious" face on while saying it but the sour look on Tails' face made it rather difficult and cracked up rather quickly. Tails stood there flabbergasted upon seeing him suddenly burst out laughing, a faint blushed warmed up his face once he realized what was going on. Typical Sonic, he should have seen that coming.

"You're the worst, you know that?"

"Love you too bro."

#I just played the scenario out in my head and it brought a smile of my face so much I had to share it #and yes it's KINDA based off that one thing from Steven Universe that Garnet and Steven did that was pretty cute #if you seen the show then you probably know what I'm talking about #but yeah I had to make it wholsome for these two cause they deserve it damn it #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #wstw #unbreakable bond #they’re brothers your honor #sonic & tails #wsatw headcanons #it sorta is a headcanon so I'll label it as such

[yesimwriting]

Hi! I know you're probably busy rn with collage and what not and I totally understand if you can't expand on this but either way, god I just need to rant about this thought.

So I just saw this tik tok where this girl was like "when I'm riding passenger princess and we're getting a little to close to the car in front of us" and the audio was like "the question is when are you gonna START stopping?"

And one of the comments said she wasn't a passenger princess she was a anxious passenger patroller and all that had me thinking of was Stu and reader, like I don't know about everyone else but i canon whole heartily Stu is a great driver who drives recklessly because 1)he knows what he's doing and 2) he thinks the shits funny

And I believe he'd do it especially to reader when he gets in those weird moods when he doesn't know how to feel about the reader/doesn't know how to handle it, and it kinda just serfaces in this weird aggression . Idk it could be like a fight-ish thing and she's telling him to slow down and he's being a dick about and in the end he weasels his way back into her good graces because she won't speak to him first if he's wrong and he doesn't like going to long with out talking to her

I don't know what up with my mind and how it wonders, anywho hope you have a good day/night :)

a/n for sure busy with school and actually having a social life for once and writing but always always always have time for billy and/or stu (especially since i'm kind of stuck on final girl rn😭)

YOU ARE SO RIGHT,, like i don't think he'd drive recklessly to scare reader with the intention of putting reader or himself in a dangerous situation,, but he'd for sure find it funny or see it as a way to "humble" reader a bit, like if Stu felt like the reader was acting too detached or into someone else he's suddenly speeding a little more just so that reader has to grip his arm and squeeze his hand

anyway i've been missing them and super happy to have a lower stakes way to talk about them,, also this turned out a little different and fluffier than i expected it to be lol

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Something about the commercial feels different in the fall. Cliche radio hits are easier during the summer, sometimes even fun. But during autumn, with leaves melting off trees in hues of red and orange and the looming end of the year nostalgia, the synthetic quality is harder to look past.

That's why your hand instinctually gravitates to the radio, switching the station without a second thought.

Stu sighs, a quick, over exaggerated puff of air. "I liked that one."

You glance in his direction, glaring, "You were barely listening."

Even though you're mainly defending yourself out of habit, you know it's true. Stu's pretty open about what he likes, even when he doesn't realize it. Usually, when he likes a song he'll tap his fingers against the steering wheel. If he really likes something, he'll even get into it in a way that definitely lessens his ability to control the car.

"I was, too," he hums, half pouting.

You roll your eyes before looking back out the window. The world is moving past you in a vague blur. So quick a seed of unease plants itself in your stomach. You wouldn't exactly call it worry, you've been hanging with Stu and getting him to drive you around too long for his casual take on driving to overly phase you. With the exception of him doing something particularly risky like throwing himself into another lane after barely checking or taking too sharp of a left turn because of yellow light.

Sometimes you comment on it, equal parts teasing and annoyed. But usually, it's easier to just accept it. Stu's so comfortable with the way he drives that comments only amuse him. The one time you glared at him and asked him to slow down, he had a made a game of switching lanes at the last possible second.

"You liked that Spice Girls song more."

Stu openly snaps his head away from the road to glare at you. "Did not, you're the one that likes that saturated pop stuff."

"I said I liked one song one time."

He sighs, finally turning back to face the windshield. "Sure..." He tugs on the last syllable, dragging it out to make his disbelief clear. "You wanna stop for ice cream?"

It's not exactly late, but later than you planned on staying out. Time seems to slip away too quickly when you and your usual group are together and this afternoon's movie that ended in a hangout at the mall had eaten even more time than expected. There was something extra entertaining about wandering between stores and only occasionally actually looking at clothes.

You do have homework and it is Sunday and you told your mom you'd be back around 6:00 probably and it's now almost 7:00. But ice cream does sound nice and there will only be so many evenings in your life that feel this warm and lighthearted.

"I have some homework," you mumble in one final attempt to convince yourself, "But, yeah, I could go for ice cream."

Stu nods, tapping his pointer finger against the wheel. "We'll be fast."

The yellow light doesn't affect his speed as he turns left. Your fingers press into the side of your seat. Fast. No kidding.

"You okay there, babe?" Okay, there's no way your expression was bad enough to warrant a question (especially when he should be looking at the road). He has to be baiting you. "You're looking a little green."

You force your hand to relax, "Mhm." And it is fine. At the very least, fine enough because Stu always drives like this. "Used to you driving like you're on the run."

"You're just sensitive."

The comment is more dismissive than teasing and for whatever reason, you like it less than when he makes fun of you. At least his bullying is coated in a distinct type of affection that only Stu can get away with.

You briefly consider starting one of your 'am not, are too' fights. You're definitely not above it, especially when you two are alone and no one's around to call you out for being overly childish. But if he's going to be moody over the smallest comment...

He switches lanes--without using his blinker--with a sharp turn of the wheel. "If it's that bad, you could get rides from someone else."

The comment is hard and too casual to be a threat, but still mean. It makes your stomach drop more than the way Stu maneuvers the car. You didn't say he was that bad of a driver and you definitely didn't say anything about not going out with him anymore.

There are a lot of good things about getting Stu to drive you around. You like being in his space and the music that's more often than not just a little too loud and the passenger seat that feels more like your seat. You also like the unplanned for car moments, the accidental gossip sessions in driveways and parking lots. It's part of the reason you're glad you don't have a license yet...it's an excuse to just be around him.

"I didn't--"

"Bet Randy would put up with your backseat driving." The car speeds up slightly. "He'd slow down if you gave him that look."

You frown, ruining any chance you have at arguing that that you don't have a face. You don't get what his issue is, especially with bringing up Randy. He's been making on and off comments since the movie you all watched ended.

You don't fully get it, but you guess you get Stu being a little annoyed. Randy and you had been a little obnoxious, laughing too hard at jump scares and flinching too dramatically at moments that weren't that bad. But it's not like you two were terrible. Definitely not bad enough to warrant this passive aggression.

"I don't want to drive around with Randy, I want to drive around with you." You're full on pouting and you don't even care.

Stu sighs, eyes avoiding yours in the rearview mirror. An uncomfortable warmth settles against his face. How do you always manage to do that? From anyone else, he'd hate it, but you're never trying to get anything out of it. Things like that are just offhanded comments to you. No ulterior motives. You don't even think twice about it.

"So now it's not enough enough to be driven around by anyone?"

You shrug, relaxing into your seat. "I'm spoiled."

His throat feels dry, a wave of uncomfortable fondness hitting him with no warning. He knows there's some joke he should make about how you're shameless about it, too. But he's too caught up on the amount of feeling tightening his chest.

He turns into parking lot of your usual drive-in ice cream spot.

"You're enabled."

You turn your head, smiling, "And you're the enabler."

Stu grins, moving a hand to squeeze your shoulder. "I'll enable you any time, babe."

You roll your eyes, but don't make any move to shake him off. "Enable me a--"

"Mint chocolate chip in a waffle--not sugar--cone." He recites your usual order without a second thought.

You nod once in approval. "This is why you're my favorite."

"I'm telling Billy you said that."

Scratching the back of your arm, you glare. Stu's always trying to start a fight with that. "Do not start."

He grins teasingly, "Start what?"

You glare, hoping that the look is threatening enough to make him promise to leave your comment behind. You've known Stu long enough to know that he'd happily take a you're my favorite and save it until he could use it as some sort of ammunition, exaggerating it to make sure it really hits. All that does is make him smile more. Before you can say anything else about it, Stu rolls down the window and orders.

When you get to the window, you try to pay for your own, but that ends as it usually does. He never lets you pay for anything, and when you threaten to leave cash in his car, he threatens to buy you even more things. Try it and on Monday I'm picking you up with coffee and a muffin and that new CD you were talking about. ...A lot of the times, the suggestion makes you want to stop for coffee and muffins before school anyway, so you end up getting it with him anyway.

You give in early this time, thanking him for the ice cream as he finds an empty spot to park in. You smile to yourself. Parked car time with Stu is something you enjoy a lot more than you'd ever admit. The two of you have a silent understanding that in these moments you can say things you wouldn't usually be able to say out loud. Nothing terribly cruel, just a little snarky. The kind of comments that'd get you in trouble in front of the wrong people.

Usually, you have to take the lead at first because Stu likes to act like he's too good for gossip, but once he gets started, he's worse than you.

You're still debating which of the two major topics--rumors you've heard about Susan Welch being pregnant and the weird way Madison Meyer has been acting--to bring up first when Stu breaks the silence. "You uh--" Stu cuts himself off. "You know I wouldn't--I wouldn't do anything that'd hurt you like that."

Weirdly deep comment to hear while you're holding an ice cream cone. "...Are you trying to convince me you didn't poison my ice cream?" That strange seriousness of his doesn't go away. You frown. "Yeah, come on, of course I know that."

He nods, "Yeah, just--" Stu won't look at you. "I wouldn't, and just--the car thing--"

"Stu." You've made those kinds of comments before, and it's never made him react like this. "I know that." You nudge his forearm gently. "I didn't mean it like."" He doesn't cheer up. "Seriously, if I thought you were trying to reverse-vehicular-manslaughter me, I wouldn't get in the car."

At that, he lets out a breath that's definitely trying not to be a laugh. "Would that be reverse-vehicular-manslaughter?"

"I don't know," you hum casually, pausing to eat some of your ice cream, "You're the one trying to do it." Stu glares; you grin. "Kidding." You bite off the top edge of your cone. "You know I love driving around with you--we listen to music, we talk, we gossip--"

"I don't gossip, you gossip and I let you."

You shake your head, not bringing up the fact that he always has more stuff worth saying than you do and he's snarkier than anyone would ever guess. "Then I guess I won't tell you what's up with Susan Welch."

To be fully honest, Stu couldn't care less about Susan Welch, but he likes the way you react to these sort of things. Your reactions to his side comments might be his favorite part of these moments. "She's...in our english class right?"

"Mhm," you hum, trying to downplay your excitement, "Remember how she had to leave class early the other day--like, practically ran out of the room to throw up?" You don't wait for him to respond, "That was on square pizza day--which is the day that's least likely to make someone throw up." You pause for the sake of your ice cream. "And Lucy Thompson swears Susan randomly stopped drinking, which if you've met her, makes no sense. So, Lucy thinks Susan might be..." You trail off before vaguely gesture to your stomach.

Stu's eyes narrow as he pretends to really think about what you've just said. "I don't know if that's enough to mean she's knocked up."

You shake your head once, "Lucy also said she's never in cheer practice anymore, and she started wearing baggy clothes." You sit up a little straighter, "And Missy Danes swears her older sister's friend saw Susan buying a pregnancy test in a grocery store two towns over. I know it's not proof, but it's definitely worth thinking about."

He widens his eyes, more for your sake than anything else, "Definitely." He pushes his spoon into his melting ice cream. "If she is pregnant, she's totally screwed because Ben Johnson was just bragging about hooking up with her."

Your mouth falls open in pretend shock, "No way." You lean against the center console. "You got oreo again, right?"

Stu knows exactly what that question means, "Want some?"

Your eyebrows draw together as you shake your head. "No, I'm--"

"We could trade for a little."

Another one of your traditions, each person's ice cream slowly becoming everyone's. "Another reason why you're my favorite."

"Oh, now you're begging me to tell Billy."

You dip the spoon into ice cream, digging for a particularly large oreo crumb. "I will blame it on the ice cream."

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[avatar-anna]

Hey I just found your blog and it’s super cool and I love your writing! Idk if you’re taking requests but if you are do you think you could do one where y/n is like a rock singer and like her parents don’t approve of like anything she does (scandalous clothing, cursing, etc.) and harry finds out just how bad it is? So like essentially a Matilda inspired one ig? Idk if that makes sense

"You're not even going to tell your parents?"

Y/n shrugged. "No, why would I?"

"Because this is a huge deal, Y/n! This is the Grammy's we're talking about," Harry said, wanting to physically shake some sense into his girlfriend.

What Harry didn't know, though, was that she was itching to do the same to him. Y/n loved Harry with every fiber of her being, but he just didn't get that she and her parents would never have the loving and supportive relationship that he had with his own. She made peace with that fact a long time ago—before she even moved out of their house—it was time he did the same.

"Exactly, H. Why would I want to ruin such a momentous occasion by involving my parents? It's better this way, trust me."

"I just think you'll regret not—"

"Harry, I'm begging you. Please let it go," Y/n said, holding onto her patience with everything she had. She knew Harry's heart was in the right place, but every time he pushed it was like the knife of her parents' disdain and disapproval twisted in her side.

Knowing he'd pushed too far, he nodded. He took her hand in his, admiring the chipped nail polish on her fingers. A dark purple that was almost black, such a contrast to the pale pink and yellow smiley faces that adorned his nails. They made quite the interesting pair on the outside, but Harry was convinced they were twin flames. And Y/n was so much more than her tough exterior. Peeling back every layer was tough, but Harry was more than patient, and he felt more than lucky to be the person she confided in and trusted.

He kissed her knuckles, then her forehead, smiling when he heard a little sigh escape her nose. "You're right, I'm sorry. I'm just really, really, really proud of you."

Harry punctuated each "really" with a kiss, tilting Y/n's chin up so their lips could finally meet. When they pulled apart, she rubbed lipstick off his chin with her thumb affectionately.

Smiling a little, she said, "Wanna be my date? I'll buy you a corsage and everything."

Perhaps there was a teeny tiny piece of her that wished her parents cared. About her success, about her music, about her. It was the child in her, the part that hadn't yet grown up and still wished for their approval. But it was so small that most days she was able to ignore it. She had a new family in Harry and her band and her manager and her fans. They were the people she wanted supporting her on her big night, celebrating her talent and everything she'd worked so hard to achieve.

"It would be my absolute pleasure," Harry said before taking her face in both of his hands and kissing her, pouring every ounce of love and pride he had for her into it.

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Harry didn't quite get how anyone could dislike someone like Y/n, especially her parents. She was hard working and driven and one of the most talented people he knew. And she was kind and compassionate. Why did her taste in music or fashion get in the way of her parents' love and affection? It was unfathomable to Harry, which was why he tried to broach the subject of mending that relationship.

He knew inviting Y/n's parents against her wishes was a bold move, but he thought he could at least try. And if they didn't come, she would never know, no harm done.

Still, he'd been nervous as he and Y/n got ready together at the hotel they were staying at for the award show. He never heard back from her parents, which probably meant they weren't coming. He'd pretty much expected that, and had planned to keep all of it from his girlfriend so as not to stress her out on her big night, but he rarely ever kept secrets from Y/n, and he was feeling guilty.

"Everything okay, baby?" she asked from the suite's bathroom. He was uncharacteristically quiet.

"Uh, Y—Yeah. Just peachy."

"'Just peachy?'" Y/n repeated. Peeking out from behind the door, eyelash curler in hand, she gave Harry a once over.

He looked positively divine in his pink leather ensemble. His hair was styled perfectly, and with no shirt on beneath the bedazzled vest, most of his tattoos were on display, as well as a few hickies from the night before.

Narrowing her eyes, she asked him, "Is this about you inviting my parents tonight?"

Harry's mouth dropped open, his cheeks going as pink as his suit. "How—How did you—?"

"They left me a message earlier today. Said they couldn't come because of some dinner party their neighbors were throwing."

There was more to the message than that. It was the usual, "No self respecting man will ever marry a woman who dresses like that," and "When are you going to stop this foolishness and get a real job?" But Y/n decided to keep it to herself. She'd been mad at Harry for going behind her back at first. It was easier to be angry at him than disappointed in her parents, and in herself for thinking they might've actually considered coming. But then she decided it was them she should be angry at, not her boyfriend. Harry was only trying to do what he thought was right. At least now maybe he'd listen to her when it came to her mother and father.

Harry felt so ashamed. He never meant for Y/n to find out, and now he felt like an idiot for holding out hope when she clearly didn't. "I—I'm really sorry, Y/n. I really thought..."

"It's okay, for a split second I did too," she admitted, stepping out of the bathroom to hug him.

Harry only had a moment to marvel at his girlfriend in her black lace ensemble before she was in his arms. He desperately wanted to ogle and praise her looks, but he knew she needed his embrace more. The worshipping would come later.

"I love you," he said, squeezing her nice and tight, smiling when she did the same back.

"I love you too. You're all I need to be happy, okay?"

It dawned on Harry that there couldn't have been a truer statement. He'd wanted Y/n and her parents to get along and to make amends, but that didn't have to happen for her to be happy. He was her happiness, and she his. If her parents couldn't see her for who she was, which was a magnificent ray of sunshine, then shame on them.

With one last squeeze, Harry moved so that he was far enough away to stare openly but still close enough that he could keep his hands on her hips.

"Now let me get a proper look at the most beautiful woman on earth."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but didn't shy away as he gave her compliment after compliment. He truly was all she needed to be happy.

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i see a future for these two...

anyway, i just wanted to say that i know halsey uses they pronouns, but since this is fiction, i went with she (which halsey also uses)! hope you enjoy!

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[quixtrix]

could the niji 6 theoretically function as a kpop group?

i found out last night that apparently the niji 6 is a group that while, yes they do commit war crimes and murder, they also are a performing group. the art book states that their moves are choreographed to at least some extent! now that begs the question;

could they rise to the top of the charts and become korea's eden's top group of the century?

let's find out! let's begin with each member and how they're presented: - the captain, red. bombastic and arrogant - the tank, blue. silent and a tank - the sass, violet. snarky and quick-witted - the go-getter, black. excited and a bit too prepared - the smarts, yellow. knows bullshit and keeps the team on track - the green one. has a gun we have a lot to work with, obviously! now before we start, im going to say that we're going to ignore their canonical piles of bodies and child soldier endorsements they have under their belt! anyways, the main things for a kpop group to thrive, regardless of vocal talent, are coordination, visuals, and personality. starting off with coordination, we clearly see that bodily there is a lot of coordination! they get into perfect poses for their team intro stances AND they move as a perfect unit. it's honestly admirable. they even make a satisfying idle position. it shows off their personalities well!

you can tell there is personality to each of them! from the imposing stature of blue, to the spotlight hungry red, to black ready to fire, it's clear this was practiced to exemplify their greatest personality traits! so for coordination, i WOULD give them 5 stars, however, clearly red's own desires override the entire group's objectives as whole, throwing off the whole balance that the niji 6 would have. so for red, 3 stars. he got them blown up for fucks sake talking about personality, unfortunately red really takes up all the space for it. we get snippets of it with the dialogue that they all (as in four of them) exchange with each other, with red being the most memorable. we do see a few bits within black, yellow, and violet though. black is clearly all too excited to fight against gay people, pink is teasing with the 'i was just asking myself, can i get the arm?' and yellow with the clear callout to his leader's ego. in fact, violet's personality seems to clash with red a lot, as when red is being cocky about taking care of the vr facility, violet is the one to say "thats fucking bullshit, you could barely handle rayman." the two of them were in fact about to get into an argument before yellow, clearly the voice of reason within the group, calls attention to dolph. so there is some entertainment value within the group dynamics, and there is thankfully a mediator of sorts. i would say they could possibly be a good group, but would have plenty of drama. if they can find a good balance between drama and friendship, they'd thrive. as they are now, i'd say 3.8 stars. lastly, visuals. i'll begin with the men, as they (of course) have the greatest visual variation. we get something for everyone here! to take from the ouran host club, blue is the silent intimidating broad body type, yellow is the cool and collected slightly skinnier type, and red has a big ass. no im so fr he has a big ass. why does his ass matter? let me tell you about monsta x. it's a group that is sadly disbanded but one of their most popular members, wonho, is known for a lot of things. his vocals, his charm, his big fucking muscles

like holy fucking shit??? genuinely we dont get kpop stars like this he's on the uncommon side. thats why he's renowned. it's insane. women and gay men alike adore him. also idk if hes really that renowned im a casual kpop fan but TRUST. that man has millions of followers on instagram and i guarantee not all of them were monsta x or kpop stans. ik im not a monsta x fan but i still follow him now if we take in the fact that the ENTIRE niji 6 is built, then we could reasonably come to the conclusion that visuals? banger. the women are also definitely muscular as well. like wlw are the strongest soldiers the kpop industry have. they'd buy the shit out of every bit of niji 6 merch. so i'd say a tentative 4 stars, because what if they face reveal and the general population finds them ugly??? the allure is a major factor, but it goes away when the mask is gone. now, i would say that yes, absolutely, the niji 6 would thrive at the top as a kpop group. however, the bigoted nature of red would have them cancelled by the first promotion. so unfortunately, since red can't shut the fuck up, the niji 6 would be eaten alive by the kpop stans. at least their fan chant goes hard

#my credentials for making this post is being an exo-l for like #since i was i wanna say 12-13 #and im still an exo-l #chanyeols my bias if u wanna know #i am an older kpop fan #so i might be wrong about wonho LMAO #god i feel insane #captain laserhawk #niji 6 #captain laserhawk niji 6

[alternativesaga]

Penny for ur brainthoughts on elemental? 👀🤲

I opened my laptop for this *cracks knuckles* oKAY I am so sorry for the ramble for what's about to come but honestly the reading is unnecessary I just need to ramble on what I can currently think of atm

I'm ngl, I was really initially hesitant to watch the movie. I didn't even plan to, but a friend suggested it while hanging out and watching a movie sounded nice to pass the time.

And I'm glad I did! The advertisement for it was truly atrocious.

I'm not gonna go into the worldbuilding aspect of Elemental City. It's nice, but honestly it's not what intrigues me about the movie. However, I do enjoy their color schemes especially at night with vivid dark blues and contrasting eccentric warm yellows and reds in Firetown!

My biggest love for this movie is the relationships between family (the dynamic with Ember and her father especially), and love (Ember and Wade). Which--cheesy, yes, but it was more than that! It had aspects of being a descendant of immigrant parents and what that means to the child, and the potential for culture clashes in everyday life, including relationships.

With Ember and her father, all throughout her life she's had this desire to prove herself to her family that she will be what makes them proud. To her, it's taking over her dad's store. It's not about being perfect, she understands her temper, but she needs to be better. And knowing that feeling all her life, that pressure never goes away. She wants to show that she's grateful to whatever they have sacrificed for her. She has to be a good daughter. Or else it'll seem as though everything she and her parents have done will have been for nothing. A failure. And because the pressure has always been there, it's understandable as to why she never fully questioned going out and doing her own thing because she figured there isn't a point in looking for more than what she has now. Growing up in a family with more traditional views, sometimes its encouraged to keep within the limits of what someone is already capable of. Or sometimes its just saying, oh, yes, you can dream, but don't dream too big! Ember didn't even let herself do that because she already sees how tired her father is. Therefore, it's practically the idea of sacrificing her own life to protect what she currently has--her family.

Culture in itself is a huge aspect of the movie. Peter Sohn, the creator of Elemental also supported this as he provided examples of his own life being first-gen from an immigrant family and what his parents had to go through while moving into a new country. And while its different elements of characters between water, fire, earth, and air demonstrates those distinctions to an extent, it's deeper than that. It can affect a person's way of life and their relationships. (I lied I'm going into the worldbuilding a bit) Element City is a great aspect of showing the accessibility available to the fire people. Each element is provided their own accessibilities throughout the city, but there is minimal for fire. So instead, they essentially have their own Firetown in the outskirts of the city. But also, you know, the topics of racism. It's there and apparent in the most simple way that the movie can make it. But ngl the think with what Wade's step-dad/uncle(?) says to Ember about speaking clear? I laughed because that does happen. It shouldn't! But it does! Without getting into too much detail irl I've been in similar situations and I like how the movie just addresses it so randomly.

As for Wade and Ember, upon watching it the first time, the relationship was cute, but wasn't entirely something I really cared about. It was mainly due to how Wade was so--Idk, bubbly that I was initially thinking like--"damn, really? We're sticking with this?" It's honestly not that deep. It bugged me at first, with how he pushed Ember about telling her father about everything. And to encourage her to leave her current life at her job just to follow an internship she just learned about! He, who moves from job to job just because he can, and her, who has worked her whole life--it wasn't just about culture as elements, it's even social class. I understood the apprehension and fear Ember felt and the anger of explaining that that doesn't just happen. It's not something that can be done on a whim. It's not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't. It's a damn privilege. At the time, it was like "leaving" meant leaving everything behind and essentially betraying her family to do something completely different to what she believed meant going against their dreams. And man, does that hurt. But Wade doesn't understand it. Which--unfortunately/fortunately, it's understandable. It's not something that just comes to be understood, it's just something someone can bear and grow with. Wade was one of the first things outside of Ember's life at home in which she wanted. She wanted the relationship. All her life, she has put up this front to be strong, show resilience, don't let anything hurt you. She's protective of her home, her mother, her father, her life. She's always happy and fiery in her personality until she just blows up because of all that stress and anger that's left to build up and explode! But then here's Wade, some fool, who the first thing he says after she explains her experience at the museum with her father, "You must have been so scared." Not even knowing her, or her life at the time to an extent, does he still manage to try to connect with her. And even after everything and the rejection, he STILL tries to prove to her that he's willing to try to understand. And they made it work even with all the apprehension!

In all honesty, a lot of the movie was something really relatable to me, and I see a lot of myself within Ember. Even with the temperament at times haha. I'm also glad to have watched Peter Sohn's explanation of the inspiration for it and his connections to it because he just brings in that perspective and representation of being a person from a family of immigrants and how it event affected his own relationship. I know I could probably say more but I'm just going to leave it as this haha Thanks for coming to my ted talk

#aaaaa #hi chaireem!! #thanks for the ask lol #chaireem #saga shush #the ramble is strong for this #whoops

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LITA Ep. 5 Rewatch Thoughts Pt. 3

Ok so I have literally watched this part 37 times all the way through for the purposes of this rewatch thread. People needs years of training to reach the single-minded peaceful state I reach when I see these two kiss, but it also means when the scene started I kept forgetting to take screenshots. Here we go!

Starting off, I love how slow they took this. It wasn't an immediate "ok we're together now, let's kiss so hard we knock teeth!" - every move is so deliberate and so gentle. If it's possible to have a comfort kiss, it's this set of ones.

I continue to see triangle imagery that may not even be real. Let's take a close look at these kisses. This one looks a lot like their first one, where their mouths are closed and their lips just fit together. So very sweet!

They let go for a beat, and then press together again with their mouths slightly open. This kiss has a bit more force.

Rain pushes forward for the third one (and who can blame that eagerness?) - to be honest I'm mostly looking at the way Phayu's hands fit so completely around Rain's neck here.

Someone REALLY wants more kisses right now - he's gotta wait, Phayu's stroking his face first.

Phayu then delivers the "you can be my wife or I'll be your husband" line, and then we get this absolutely adorable and besotted expression on Rain.

This is just so aesthetic okay? I love the where it started, where it is now we're getting with the triangle glass case in the blurry foreground and them peacefully kissing in the background, along with an abundance of yellow+navy blue imagery..

Yeah I'm honestly melting rn I don't have a lot more to say here. I continue to love the microphone placement because you can really hear when they separate from this kiss.

Rain calls Phayu out on his choices that aren't really choices (I'm just saying, if someone like Phayu wanted to give me these options I wouldn't have a hard time picking). RainPhayu have such lovely hand-related imagery when it comes to their relationship. Whenever Phayu wants to apologize to or assuage Rain, he does the hand kiss, and when whenever Rain wants to calm Phayu down he does the forearm grab plus adorable look up at him.

Look at his face

This is the face of the man who is planning future mischief already

I can think of other, more positive reasons he might cry Phayu, why did you go with embarrassment?

... We all saw the word cum in there and did a double take, right? My head wasn't even in the gutter at this point but it was so unexpected.

Hi, universe? Can I have one of these please?? I could use some help on my future thesis, just saying...

Yas Rain, own that man! Rain is probably good at riddles, huh? Idk I just feel proud of him rn

The way Phayu/Boss says laina (cunning - i'm sure I spelt the Thai romanization wrong but that's what I heard) the sheer fondness in his voice and on his face hit me so hard. Literally am a puddle rn please look at this brain altering shot. Phayu just wrapped his arms around and pulled Rain almost into his lap. That must be so warm and cozy ahhhh

Tell him Rain!!

Ok the little aaa sound Phayu makes to draw out the affection in this sentence will live rent-free in my list of most favorite sounds forever. It's so important to me (and Rain). Rain's besotted again

Their faces are making a heart - I'm not coping well

Rain's little intake of breath when Phayu starts whispering in his ear and the slow blinks are also so important to me. I don't think I understood the term molasses-like atmosphere until I watched this scene.

They are so close to each other right now, emotionally and physically. The little nod of agreement Phayu gives when Rain asks if he really means what he just said is so lovely.

One other thing I love about EulBoss' depiction of PhayuRain is how happy they are to be together - you can see Phayu clearly smiling as he goes in to kiss Rain, who is smiling himself.

The tentativeness of this kiss that comes right after the important thing that Phayu just told Rain (we don't officially find out what he says until later but we can assume it was a confession of some sort based on Rain's question and obvious happiness right after it was said) is a beautiful indicator of how vulnerable they're being with each other rn.

After a few seconds they start pushing a little harder against each other - the amount of movement is super pleasant to watch!

To the next part for more sweetness!

#love in the air #lita the series #phayurain #bossnoeul #lita rewatch thoughts

[zombiedumbie]

Idk, but this is living free on my head and i just thought about it. I don't know if this request or not. Or maybe HC. But, Law as Howl from Howl moving castle. Like, maybe he got his surgeon power from magic or something, and decide to take his heart out because it's have heavy burden? Maybe he doesn't wanna feel anything and already hurt himself too bad since Corazon died. And he grew up as handsome man but also cold.

Idk, you can continue the headcanon XD

I love this movie with all my heart!! And this HC made me rewatch this movie, thank you so much. I'm not so good with HCs, this one turned out quite long, but I think I expressed my ideas well. ugh i really want to write more about it later

Law would definitely have a feud with Doflamingo (who is a very powerful and sadistic wizard) precisely because of Rosinante, maybe Doflamingo is even the cause of a war. Rumors of the Surgeon of the Death would spread throughout the country, people would say, "Law will take you to his castle and steal your heart!" and I imagine Law's castle to be an earthly version of the Polar Tang, yellow and full of gadgets on the outside, but empty and dusty on the inside.

I was thinking of Law living alone, but I'm really tempted by the idea of Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin playing the role of Markl and being Law's assistants (or maybe just Bepo? but I imagine Law saving all 3 somewhat as he did in his Light Novel).

Unlike Howl, Law doesn't make a deal with a demon; he just used his powers to remove his heart in exchange for not feeling the pain of losing Rosinante anymore. However, since he could easily die if his heart were attacked, he keeps it constantly moving in his castle, which uses his heart to move.

Since wizards without their own hearts slowly become monsters, Law thought he could use this to get stronger and fight Doflamingo, without thinking much about how he would slowly lose his humanity and never return to who he was since his feelings had practically been torn away with his own heart.

Until he meets you. I would change Law's powers a bit just to recreate that iconic scene when they walk in the air (and he's a wizard!! His powers are not limited to surgeries, but definitely focused). He would be running away from Doflamingo's magical henchmen and find you being harassed by soldiers. He definitely only helps you thinking he can use you to escape (we're talking about a man without a heart here!), but it doesn't work out so well, and he uses magic to escape with you walking in the air (he still has a bit of a sense of justice)

"Don't be dramatic", if you're scared. "Just look ahead and walk as if you're on the ground, or I'll drop you", this shouldn't be a threat; he just didn't have enough energy to carry both of you in the air, but his tone of voice certainly sounded rude.

He suspects when he finds you again in his castle, scared for being attacked by Doflamingo (that damn guy thought you were challenging him, you know, sadistic stuff), but only believes you when he sees the paper in your pocket, with that cheeky and cut grin, but he's still suspicious.

He denies your request for help, you try to negotiate and say you'll help with the cleaning, but he denies that too. Then you just sigh and say that with this curse, you can't go back to your normal life.

Tired, Law just accepts that you can stay if you really keep your promise to help with the cleaning.

You end up making friends with his assistants, who are more than happy to have someone to help clean, as the 4 of them were not at all organized, and the place is a complete mess.

Law cries when he realizes you cleaned the small room that hid his heart and even removed the thick layer of dust covering the blue film that protected it; the place became brighter and easier to enter without all that dirt. He doesn't even understand why he's crying; everyone gets confused and worried when he starts melting into a puddle of yellow goo, but you just ask them to fill the bathtub with hot water.

After that, Law becomes a bit more present during meals, and even talks more with you. The change in his mood, always so down, is obvious, but you prefer not to comment on anything to avoid making him uncomfortable.

Slowly, he began to feel more comfortable with the idea of having feelings when joy filled his castle, but still too scared to take back his heart.

The turning point comes when Law realizes that it's becoming increasingly difficult to return to his human form, and at some point in the next few days, he probably won't be able to return anymore. The fear of feeling that weight on his chest again is too much, but Law still wants to be human; he wants… to love.

He would probably postpone as much as possible to put his heart back in his chest, thinking that he would be too weak to fight Doflamingo this way. He still wants to protect you all; that's why he doesn't want to tell you what's happening to avoid worrying you.

This selfish little shitty brat would only get his heart back at a very critical moment (probably when he's near death lol) and when he realizes that he doesn't have to fight alone to protect everyone, especially when Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin are his wizard apprentices, and when he also realizes that you wouldn't be happy to see him die for you when he could save himself and save his own humanity.

#one piece #trafalgar law #zombiedumbie answers

[dianititties]

so i haven't been able to stop thinking about AvM mianite crossover au. take my random doodles while i was thinking about it, varying in quality. my ramblings are under the cut >:3

OKAY SO

purple is SO fucking andor esque. like. got the gender swag for it, the wings, the princely aesthetic, the tragic balance, the fuckin DADDY ISSUES--

*coughs* okay so uh. here we go.

out of the color gang, here's their godly alignments:

Green - Ex-Mianitee, now Ianitee. not because of anything bad happening, they just eventually found their own balance and that was right for them. (plus it does not hurt that their bestie is an ianitee but shhhhhh that's not why they switched) though i am tempted to give them wizard status on principal alone. but the Aesthetic.

Blue - i honestly couldn't think of an alignment for blue? like. i get mianitee vibes from her. but not in the way that any of the canon mianitees acted. except maybe like, dec, but less priestly. blue's just vibing out here!! though it will DEFINITELY be challenged by s2 mianite.

Yellow - Also Mianitee- though she's definitely more into it than Blue. redstone is tricky business and follows many rules and yellow knows the bounds and sticks to them, like in the nether sleeping short. unlike a certain someone...

Red - Dianitee, but only in s2. I cannot see Red willfully siding with Dianite in s1? I think Red would prefer to be godless- though aligned with the Mianitee and Ianitee sides in s1. also he probably got FUCKED UP in some way, relating to divinity? because herobrine analogous thing? maybe the tank of judgement taken to the extreme? idk.

Orange/TSC - Ianitee but vibes from both mianite and dianite. Got main character energy, they've gotta! Plus relating to how TSC was prepared to stay hidden from Alan out of fear until meeting the CG, and upon seeing them get deleted, went OFF- that is ianitee divine retribution right there if i've ever seen it. ianitees aren't just balance, they are justice.

Okay moving onto the misc. others-

King - Miantee, but like, that gets tested at the end of s2 of mianite. He can't say that he's upset to lose his faith, but it feels like something he can't fill back up has been ripped out of him. He's done horrible things for his god, for himself, to others. also i gave him a fun custom variant of his staff for this au because i think the significance of killing the wither as a test of strength in s1 was very neat and should be explored more. though he wouldn't be in s1 world probably. hm. ANYWAY--

Chosen/TCO - Godless. So fucking godless. And proud of it. Well, not proud to be godless necessarily, but vehemently against forming bonds with the gods. Ex-Mianitee, then joined Dianite during the time he was with Dark, but then left Dianite's side after realizing "oh wow we're using this to justify violence and hurting people, using our own pain as reason to give other innocents more, that's kinda fucked up." Has been godless since, and has no sway to try out worshipping Ianite either.

Dark/TDL - DIANITEE. DIANITEE. DIANITEE. Always from Conception has been a Dianitee. Chaos flows through her veins, corrupting every inch of him. Destruction follows, taking a deep hold in him. Dark will have what she wants, and what she wants is for the ones who hurt him and Chosen to pay. What, she's hurting other innocent people in the process? They should have just gotten out of the way. ...Maybe one day, she can see the other side of chaos- the kinder, simpler side. Maybe one day. But that day isn't today, as much as Chosen wishes it was. (Also has a hair clip given to him by Chosen. Hasn't stopped wearing it since.)

Victim, who's not in this PICTURE - Mianitee. Like. No doubt given Rocket Corp. He may have a long strike of cruelty in him, but he's going to go about it in the most efficient, orderly way possible, instilling it in everyone who follows him.

What would be the plot here? Uhhhhh who knows! I don't even know if the gods would stay like, minecraft gods, or stick figures or smth. The mianite in the picture was just for funnies.

#animation vs minecraft #mianite #animation vs animator #ill throw that one in here bc tdl/tco/vic are in this au #very much inspired by keys post abt purple and andor getting along #no ships all platonic! some are just closer than others

[fierceawakening]

About the "gender (a)theism": Honestly, I think a better metaphor - though it would have gone against their point - would be seeing colour. Some people are colour-blind, and while you can measure the wavelenghts and show them the numbers (just as you can do with any radiation, visible or not), you can't explain to them what this "green" looks like or prove that you can perceive it. Or why the next person calls that particular shade that you call "green", blue (cause torquoise looks light BLUE, dammit, there's no yellow there). You can't prove you perceive it in the same or similar ways as other colour-seeing people around you to the colour-blind person, they are only gonna see that you group things in ways that are mystifying to them. And yet the qualia exists and people have shared experiences over it and preferences, which shape society somewhat.

Sexist/gendered marketing is gonna hit you different if you don't see yourself as the gender that's being marketed to (or any gender), but it's also gonna hit you different if you can't see all those bright attention-grabbing colours at all. You'd be less likely to buy that stuff. I had a - completely voluntary in my own and my parents' memories - pink phase when I was a little girl, but if I hadn't seen myself as a girl or been able to identify which colour was the one For Girls (for ME, a GIRL; not some ICKY BOY! (I got over it😂)), that wouldn't have happened. And the reason why I then moved into an anti-pink phase shortly after was bc I got wise to the fact that I (as a girl) was implicitly being limited to just pink. I wouldn't have felt defiant about the limited colour options for girls if I hadn't been a girl. It had zero to do with any gender-class-consciousness based on biology or politics (I didn't gaf about other girls at age 6) and everything with what people attempted to tell ME (a girl, receiving implicit and explicit messages about girlhood) what to do. Idk how many "cis" people are really agender and only use their agab as a default, but I certainly never was. Even during the phases I could be called GNC, I still very much didn't conform to the gender I identified as.

Yeah, that. And the assumption isn't that sighted people are lying about green because people born blind can't perceive it. I mean, I am a sighted person and most of my blind friends are people who were, at one point, sighted, so I MIGHT be wrong on this, but sightless people don't seem to me to take the perspective of "green atheism." They seem to agree that when sighted people call something green, we're having a perceptual experience, and one we seem to have in common at least enough that the word "green" can be sensibly applied to it.

Which is I think why I don't feel convinced by "gender atheism" really. I mean, I'm not entirely sure myself how gender identities work or what exactly they are myself--I thought I was cis because people called me "girl" and I went "oh, okay. Kind of wish I had the other body though maybe? But this one's a girl. Okay, she."

And now a lot of people use they for me and I thought it was a bit strange at first and now I think I might prefer it. Did my internal sense change?

Not that I can see. So I don't really get it either.

But people who are very young and small and correct you when you gender them based on their phenotype exist! Those people clearly have a something.

It seems to have to do with gender (they seem to know their sex is what the person fucking up thinks it is) and it seems to be a matter of identity, so calling it a "gender identity" seems reasonable enough to me.

But is my gender identity female or male or something else? I'm not sure. I accepted she readily but I want to make changes to my body, and I experience distress when doctors demand I estrogen me and testosterless me, both of which they've done, so "trans" seems reasonable whether or not I have a "gender identity."

And whether I do or don't, my doing anything or nothing isn't going to make some small children stop correcting people's pronouns for them, so why not "believe in it?" It's a thing people do! That means it exists.

It may be a silly thing to do, but that by itself doesn't make it not happen any more.

[oswinian]

tagged by the wonderful @ezrabriidger to shuffle my on repeat playlist and let the first twelve songs predict my 2024. Thank you so much and I am so sorry this is late💜✨

january - yellow flicker beat by lorde (going back to school will be interesting ig) february - fake out by fall out boy (that checks) march - fences by paramore (ok we're establishing boundaries ig) april - the kintsugi kid by fall out boy (TEN YEARRRRSSSS) may - haunt (demo) by bastille (uh oh) june - can't catch me now by olivia rodrigo (me escaping finals) july - just a girl by florence + the machine (hot yellowjackets summer it is) august - visitor by of monsters and men (something something visitor in my parents house moving back to college something something) september - youth by daughter (uh oh again) october - homemade dynamite by lorde (october is gonna be a bop) november - we used to laugh / 9 to 9 by flora cash (uh oh x3) december - backyard by of monsters and men (this song is very december to me idk why)

tagging anyone who wants to participate <333

#mutuals 💜✨ #tag games #(tysm for tagging me geo I'm sorry I spammed answered them both in one night <3)

[thetomorrowshow]

Requests are open I've heard?

Well uh,,,, please please I want to hear your headcanons for empires s2 if you're watching it :D

Also maybe any lore predictions as to what happened in the thousand years between s1 and s2??

ok this took me so long im sorry ksjdfkj @flyingfish1234

i'm watching jimmy scott and lizzie atm, so most of what i know lore-wise for other players ive just picked up from tumblr. that being said:

-i know a lot of people are saying based on scott's recent comments (having angered a witch before, had training that helped him move through the mangrove forest easier) that he's a retired circus performer, but may i present to you: retired assassin scott.

please a retired assassin who knows a lot about textiles bc of making clothes to fit in at every place they were sent to assassinate someone. colorful clothes so that no one suspects him of a dark past. discovered llamas on his travels and was enamoured. his heterochromia became part of his infamy--"if you see a man with one eye yellow, one eye blue--you better run" type of thing. pls mr smajor pls be an assassin

-that's my biggest hope for this season, but another one is that we get villain arc jimmy! he talked a bit in some livestreams early this year or late last year that he had plans to be a villain in a series this year--he didn't do it with afterlife or with double life (so far), so i think that it's really promising for es2! and he's honestly already building up to it imo with his respect board (after all, scar becoming the villain of 3rd life started with his friendship board/passes). i just. i wanna see evil sheriff jim in full black cowboy get-up (if you've ever seen community i'm picturing the black rider in 2x23).

-i saw a theory on here the other day that sausage is also es1 sausage, searching for his friends after getting out of his alternate universe or whatever happened to him in his last episode (i don't watch sausage idk), and i fully believe that. like cc!sausage made it clear that c!sausage didn't die at the end of the season. unless we're going to have an into the sausageverse situation here idk why he would be so adamant about that.

-lizzie is a jellicle cat

-i've heard that false doesn't have memories, but is oddly suspicious of everything, like she's afraid she's being hunted. i'm really thinking she didn't start out in this world and was brought here by some unknown force. maybe pix can help her figure out her past?

-i find it hard to believe that lizzie would make an entire musical about her immortal fish goddess dnd character without having her make a guest appearance at some point.

and as for lore predictions for what happened between the seasons:

-somebody suggested that the fossil jimmy found was one of s1 gem's dragons, which i love.

-i don't think the copper king was ever found again, but i hope s2 pix unearths his history.

-s1 lizzie and jimmy are still around somewhere, but neither of them have their memories or fish features (and i don't think s1 jimmy will make an appearance, but i bet he'll be an urban legend in this season).

-at some point, someone had to build the fountain where joel got his wishes. who?

#ask #justletmehaveanamealready #the fish tag #empires smp #empiresblr #esmp #empires s2 #mcyt #i love this cast of characters #guys im having assassin!scott brainrot now #also this season has a different vibe from the first one #not in a bad way! it's just very clear that they've all come in with characters ready to go #rather than developing them along the way #it's giving far more dnd vibes than last season did #mas speaks

[rikli]

Tag someone you want to know better OR just want to say hello to!

tagged by @hanjuwonsupporter and i'm always grateful for the tags!!! (even if sometimes i don't do them bc i'm mostly on mobile ;;)

favourite color: so so many actually, but let's go with burnt orange or that color between orange and yellow, delicious

last song: the summoning by sleep token (still deep into listening to sleep token all the time)

last movie: bestie had free tickets and we chose a haunting in venice and it was good! crime with horror elements? delicious, good intro to halloween season hehe

currently watching: started so many shows... song of bandits (with netflix money it should look more expensive imo but what won't i do for kim nam gil...), for i lighter watch it's destined with you (it's shrugs but i actually enjoy k-romances most of the times so here we are lol), started shelter yesterday and it's so insane idk what to think about it, and that's all i remember, because i have many more but who knows if i'll ever finish them... oopsie but i did finish moving the other day and that was suuuper fun and super good!

currently reading: am i even reading anything rn... i'm listening to an audiobook (polish crime) and i'm most of the times too tired to read (i know it should be relaxing but then i'd simply fall asleep like for real my body and mind work very... yeah)

currently working on: working on work sdjhsdjla yeah anyway we have a lot of work at the office and i'm working on not spening all my money on every treat i see and i haven't been writing for a good year or more because i'm always so damn tired,,, miss writing at work when i wasn't busy sigh

current obsession: sleep token music and woodz music (as always), playing the witcher 3, plat based grated meat (i can do my fave dishes with it like spaghetti and dan dan noodles and many more yes delicious), checking if my cat didn't piss on anything i love - she's using her litter box no problem but sometimes she just... yeah HERE and we're at the vet all the time so idk what a little shit (she's old so maybe that's why) oh and still beyond evil i'm always beyond eviling

tagging whoever wants to do this this is fun and please tag me!

#tag #personal #not only is this fun but also makes you THINK haha #thank you again babes!!!!!

[herb10]

okay so here is why I think the Hannah Ann thing is false (of course I could be totally wrong) :

She has dated/has been seen with other nfl players (such as Josh Dobbs and Mason Rudolph, pictures are available online) so maybe the TikTok about the “fumble/roster” was about them.

In an interview with Us Weekly following her engagement with Jake Funk, she has said that before meeting him she would have never imagined being with a blond guy who is younger than her. Of course she could be lying but that’s so weird if she was with Justin - who is blond and younger than her- before being with Jake.

In that same interview she said that she started golfing and fishing with Jake (unless once again she was lying).

She also said that she met/ started dating Jake end of 2021, I’m curious to know when she has been linked to Justin.

For the powder blue nail polish, well the rams are blue and yellow just like the chargers even though the blue is not the same shade but it’s hard to tell for a nail polish and maybe she just wanted to bring attention to her or misguide people.

We all know Justin is a smart guy and wants privacy, so it would be weird from him to date a girl who has been on The Bachelor, a show that - let’s be real- is not made to find love but rather to become famous, launch your social media, get into the “Hollywood/showbusiness” circle to get other opportunities. Why would he want to be associated with someone who actually wants to be somewhat famous or at least visible on social media.

about the Olive Garden tweet, it was posted on October 31st and like I said previously, Hannah and Jake started dating around late 2021. So unless she was with Justin in October and then started dating Jake in November/December, the dates do not match. And by the way I cannot imagine Justin letting her steal crayons from the host stand haha he would be mortified. But then if you’re telling me people have seen them together… how reliable this info can be ? Those are just my thoughts on the matter, once again I could be totally wrong, but I think Justin has been dating girls that are not famous/influencers. I let you guys tell me what you think about that - sorry if my post is too long !!

I mean, unless one of them confirms it outright, we're never going to know for sure. I appreciate that some people will be sceptical and that's totally fine.

You asked about the timeline of their relationship and I believe they were linked over the course of 2021 and broke up later that year - maybe even as late as December as that was when she posted the shadetok (literally days before Xmas I believe).

Jake slid into her dms according to Hannah Ann, so it really wouldn't surprise me if there was a reasonably quick turnaround for that relationship (a month or so). Hannah Ann also seems like a bit of a romantic so I can see her absolutely throwing herself into a new relationship real quick and being excited to be a WAG again.

As for her interview saying she never dated a blonde, younger guy before, I actually do think that's her lying or at least being petty towards Justin. I mean if the shadetok is to be believed (and she was liking comments about him in previous tiktoks so, again, I believe it is about Justin) then I think she has no issue with shading him. I don't doubt she may have been hurt by whatever went down and maybe this is her way of moving on with Jake and sticking it to Justin a little.

Idk what Justin's motivation in dating Hannah Ann was if they did date. It could've been that he thought the social media stuff would be fine but grew uncomfortable with it over the course of the relationship? Maybe Hannah Ann said she would post about him but did in the hopes he'd change his mind? Maybe it wasn't as serious a relationship as Hannah Ann thought and that's why she was upset? Who knows! Not us that's for sure! 🤷🏼‍♀️

At any rate, they've both moved on. Justin's one of the highest paid NFL players and Hannah Ann is engaged to Jake now. They both seem happy where they are and it's all water under the bridge.

#elle asks