#of face claims... but this was a bit specific... dont feel scared to ask for us to like replace them with more Picrews or smth /gen

[sceneemo-bah]

hello! i love this blogs aesthetic!! may we please request a pack for a (brainmade) fragment? level 3 Excluding signoff, fronting triggers, and playlist. and Including kandi and cat ears!

with themes of rain, cities, darkness, neon lights, arcades, Purple, and a smidgen of webcore? and heres emojis for vibe! ☔🌧🌃🌌🎶💜💙💠📺🎮🎧🖤

things currently had or wanted: dni holder + socializer, girlboy leaning towards girl, has feathered wings, around 17-19ish years old, a couple of non-noun neos maybe?, a calm and responsible personality.

thank you!!! :D!!! this is a pretty big request i just realized. oops lol. i trust yous! take as long as needed!

⏤͟͟͞͞ 𖤐☔🌧🌃🌌🎶💜💙💠📺🎮🎧🖤 Pack!!!!!

[With Kandi and cat ears, without signoff front triggers & playlist]

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︴𖤐 Name - Raeven(Rae)//Neo//Vi//Galaxy(Axy)

︴𖤐 Pronouns - she/her, he/him shi/hir, shy/hyr, hy/hym, xe/xem, Star/Stars, Rain/Fall

︴𖤐 Role - Socializor, DNI holder

︴𖤐 Age - 17-19

︴𖤐 Sexuality - Biromanticflux, Demisexual

︴𖤐 Gender - girlboy (leaning girl)

︴𖤐 Xenogenders - raventhing, corvidcollector, stargender, rainynightgender, pluvluxic, arcadegender, darkcitycoric, nyctophic, rainic

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︴𖤐 Likes - Night time, staying up late, rainy days, retro video games, talking to friends, drinks with caffeine (energy drinks, coffee ext...)

︴𖤐 Dislikes - Sunny days, beaches, overstimulation, not being listened to, hyperpop (it overstimulates hyr)

︴𖤐 Hobbies - Drawing, making jewelry, gaming, photography

︴𖤐 Typing style - Types in reaaaalllyyy long sentences, barely ever using punctuation. Exclusively types in lowercase (like this uh how do you make sentences long whatever im confused is it nearly long enough yet i think so anyway like this)

︴𖤐 Speaking style - Speaks softly and gently, tends to stutter and trip over words (he doesn't actually HAVE a stutter, shy just does it bcs xe gets quite anxious). When she gets mad, instead of yelling or raising hys voice, he'll speak softly but coldly, in a kinda "not mad just disappointed" way (I couldn't think of another way to describe it)

︴𖤐 Aesthetic - 2020s alt, (kinda)webcore

︴𖤐 Alterhuman/nonhuman identities - Physical avian cladotherian (most strongly connected to Ravens and owls), starkin, night conceptkin, Street cat copinglink

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︴𖤐 Front indicators - Likes to wear tinted glasses (usually pink or purple tinted) to help cope with bright lights (shi likes them but they can overstimulate him), if she's fronting before leaving the house/gets to dress the body it'll usually be wearing lots of black, and some form of fishnets (like a fishnet shirt or smth) and arm warmers, with loads of purple pink and blue tones and star imagery. Shy has a pretty much constant phantom wings when fronting, so hys likely to be shifting xer back and clothes trying to make them feel comfortable.

︴𖤐 Personality - Rae is the responsible one™ of the system- no matter how far away from front star is, shi'll always somehow know when someone is about to do something stupid and rush straight to front to stop them/kick them out of front. Rains not quick to anger, but if you somehow DO manage to anger him, hy won't present it, and will instead act distant until shy gets over it (which it doesn't take star long, like an hour tops depending what you did). Xeir quick to trust, working on a "trust until given proof otherwise" outlook. She's a huge extrovert who draws energy from being around friends and people hy likes despite being super anxious all the time.

⏤͟͟͞͞ 𖤐 ALTERNATE FACECLAIMS

[I'm sorry, these were rlly hard to find, and we still couldn't find what we were looking for. We try to include a Picrew, a drawing and a rl photo in all of them, but hir appearance was made so specific we set ourselves up for failure with this.... I hope it's ok and we can make two extra Picrews or smth if these aren't good enough /gen]

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⏤͟͟͞͞ ENJOY!!!!1! 𖤐

[becriticizeslight]

hello ! im a lurker anon with a lot of thoughts of whats happened in the past like. less than a day that ive been aching to dump and youre the first person i saw in the tag so ragh! wave incoming!

im pretty neutral on the two sides the anticares are seemingly split into now, cuz i feel like both sides have been reacting very strongly due to not understanding each other, and generally the infighting is unnecessary. i wanna mention first that a lot of people are being crazy harsh about chaosblast like IMMEDIATELY after they (? i dont see prns on their tumblr so i hope this is correct to use) said a single thing. i think there are valid reasons to be upset, but to preach about harassment while The Horde jumped them for a single post is. uhm. i hope the hypocrisy in that can be easily seen. please just block, we dont have to go nuts

Its being left out a lot that Chaosblast... did not say pegglesai wasnt harassed, nor condoned pegglesai being harassed. They specifically said that the post that showed evidence of harassment didnt load for them when they first made a post. It was not an issue of not looking at the full story before posting, tumblr just doesnt load shit sometimes. And they directly apologized for getting that bit wrong too (which is deleted now, along with all the posts they made during that time, as mentioned due to them still actively being stalked, but I myself saw when they posted that). If they answered a question once, 5 more people dont need to send the exact same thing. If you are going to be upset at someone for repeating incomplete information, do not repeatedly send the same thing that has already been answered

now, i wanna go ahead and say: i wholeheartedly believe ventblogs were not at risk of being doxxed. But i understand why they were scared of this! I think fearmongering of this did happen to an extent, but not intentionally. I think a lot of people online fear doxxing, so its kind of a magical threatening word one can use to send people into freaking out-- because not a lot of normal people will know how doxxing works! theyre not gonna actively try doing that themself, so why should they? so, for the record, i will say: Doxxing is not someone can just easily do in the blink of an eye, even if theyve doxxed someone before. In the case of the recent doxxer, they themself claim to be a victim of Woofles. That itself implies they were close to Woofles at some point, and when youre close to someone, that information is much more likely to be shared or found through proximity, and possibly trust in sharing more personal/sensitive info. Besides that, people are often doxxed through sharing/showing sensitive information that can be connected to their irl identity, or through having clicked/downloaded something malicious that can grab information. Getting scared of a doxxer threatening you is understandable! But for future reference, if something like this should ever come up again, ask yourself a few things; Have you clicked on or downloaded anything suspicious from someone/somewhere you dont know? If no, someone is not likely to immediately have all of your information. And also I think its just generally common knowledge not to do that. Otherwise, have you posted sensitive information of yourself online, that could be found by a complete stranger? If yes, that could be a potential issue, but normally for that kind of digging, itll take more than a few things to narrow it down. Stuff like your age/birthday and your country wont endanger you 99.99% of the time. Hell, even sharing your state/city wont always be dangerous, but you regardless should not share anything further than state. Its info like images of your face, images of where you live, what your job is/who you work for, etc that can really be dangerous to share. That, or easy access to accounts you use for irl purposes. I say none of this to seem as though im talking down to anyone, but just to accentuate that doxxing is something done through criteria being met, not something people just Find on a whim and post. If that were the case, the entire anticare space would probably be doxxed at this point. Theres not something like Whitepages easily accessible to the public that allows people to see your account and know everything about you. I say this all to hopefully quell fears a bit, and also so people can understand to not do/share these things about themselves, and that its also unlikely youll randomly be doxxed by someone who was close to a predator and targetting a predator. Excluding cases of clicking/downloading of malicious things, doxxing is often going to be something done by people closer to you, people you know rather than strangers.

However, despite all of this, I understand the fear. In concept, doxxing is a scary thing, and not many people are going to think in depth about how at risk they are if they are actively being threatened/harassed. And because of this, i think anyone who WAS actively mad at pegglesai, or whoever else, for being freaked out from harassment was absolutely in the wrong and should learn empathy.

I do understand where the people upset by the ventblog reactions are coming from, though. To my understanding, those are people much more learned/familiar with doxxing and harassment, and I think when thats something youve endured frequently, its easy to become desensitized to it, and also think others dumb for not realizing how unlikely some things like doxxing are for them.

its a case where I think both sides should really take a second to calm down. I think people in the know of how doxxing works should have been a bit more patient with ventblogs, understanding that many are children or not fully mature yet, and are thus much more susceptible to being scared by things like this. And not to be 'hurrdurr chronically online people' or whatever, but its even more the case for people who HAVE been on social media a lot, particularly as teens. I was pretty much the same up until i was 16, and it was then that I ended up taking a really long break from social media, and I came back to it with much more understanding of how I should act on it. As for the ventblog side, I think they should be more open to criticism. I will say, i can see how what was said was harsh/taken harshly, as it seems people were either actively being harsh, or being blunt. But we shouldnt be acting like The Horde in someones askbox because they said something that pissed us off! The sparklecrit community was built to have a free space where people could speak their mind, even if it differed from public opinion. It was made specifically to avoid the whiteknight culture sparklecare had accumulated. Lets please try to avoid recreating that, no matter the circumstance

And a final thing, a personal critique on ventblogs that I hope can be taken calmly, as I mean no harm with it-- but I think some should be much more careful with the information they post. If its something youre not going to directly inform the public about, you do not need to vague about it publicly. This only creates public interest, that can devolve into distress and chaos. And if its an allegation with proof, please, PLEASE, do not take it at face value. Even if 'well this person has a history of weird behavior' is your reasoning, we should avoid taking things as face value. Just because someone has done a wrong thing, does not mean they have done all wrong things ever, and taking every claim at face value without proof only muddies up what is true and what is false, which harms the people trying to spread that these people are bad in the first place. You are not helping the cause in the way you think you are if you actively spread allegations without proof, or at the very least without mentioning "this is a currently unproven allegation, please take with a grain of salt". When we're in such a community where many bad actors do exist and lurk, we have to be incredibly careful what is shared and spread. It is understandable to want the public to be aware of things sometimes, but some of you, especially adults, should try to have much more mindfulness when it comes to appropriately sharing what absolutely should and deserves to be shared

Anyways, holy yappathon over. I hope what ive said can be taken in a, at the very least, neutral way, as i truly mean no harm, but I can personally see where both sides are coming from. Its a clusterfuck of a situation, exacerbated by two sides not understanding each other, and reacting harshly in return. I hope any/all who have been harassed can find calm now, and feel safer however they chose to step away. If theres anything i missed, I do apologize for that. Im saying all of this with information I have from lurking in the community a lot since the kittycorn doc dropped, and having been on the side of sparklecrit privately pretty much since the sparklecrit community first started/became known as a separate part of the fandom. My memory is poor, so nothing potentially left out is left out with ill intent. I doubt this will really be seen, but watching people fight over this has been... something, and if I can get through to at least one person, then thats enough for me. Fuck shittycorn, fuck shitmera, fuck doxxers, fuck harassers, and good day to all the normal folk out there!

^ posting it so people can give their opinion if they have something to add, or reply to!!

[zombiecowboy65]

Saw your recent anon ask and immediately slung myself over my bed to grab my keyboard to respond to that anon and I’m silly and decided to use asks (I could easily reblog it. Idk what I was thinking but I’m already here so hi)

Apart from… Cody, Xavier, and Jeremy (and I will stand by that Laila and Cat gotten better in TGR but they prodded to much in TSC. So, this is a more overall look), the Trojans are overbearing. They definitely are the popular kids who think they are being nice but is actually being a bit backhanded. I don’t think they a re mean girls though since that requires them to be intentionally mean. No, I think they are trying their best to be nice and to be helpful, but it’s coming off in a way that does the exact opposite.

Now, I do understand the claim that the Trojans don’t know how to handle trauma, but that is also to negate the fact that they are fumbling. They need to learn from those mistakes and understand that they aren’t being helpful at the end of the day. You are right, the foxes are not helpful either. To me, and I do think this is how Nora is intending it, the two teams are suppose to represent two sides of the spectrum. We have one team that handles trauma by being general assholes then you have one team that are overbearing and pushy. The only “happy” middles we see in both teams are Jeremy and Xavier (and later, Cody, Cat, and Laila) from the Trojans; and Dan and Matt (and later Renee) from the Foxes. Those specific people are actually the only ones that pushed both MCs in a way that actually helped them.

For Neil, Dan and Matt provided a sort of comfort and showed him what true care looked like. That catapulted him into uniting the team (he didn’t do it off his own whims btw). For Jean, mostly Jeremy was the one that gave him that platform where it didn’t feel like the world was tipping over. The only reason why I say Xavier is because he has consistently helped Jean with his boundaries like “Hey uh.. Maybe let’s not talk about his scars guys?” (Im sorry I got MAD respect for him on that. I dont remember a time he was overbearing. He also just has so much patience for Jean to me. Cody also wasn’t too overbearing (at times) but I fear we don’t talk about Xavier enough).

Rereading the OG trilogy and seeing all of these connections that I’ve been dying to yap about. This isn’t even everything and I dont think what Im saying make sense anymore because I got a a headache. But yeah. The lead is that both teams are two sides of the same coin.

I think I get you? But also yeah cat and Laila were so bad in TSC I couldn’t take it. And I get it. Huge possibly violent man shows up to ur house and u know nothing about him so obviously u want to make sure he’s not a threat. But on the same note it’s kinda like… well Laila is being set up to possibly have similar trauma to Jean and she hates talking about her feelings but Jean isn’t allowed to have those boundaries.

Even in this book with the bandaids I was like…could we ever ask Jean if he’s ok with anything ever ? Or is consent saved for Andrew and Neil only? (Actually this scene —and there’s another scene like it— where it’s worded like. “Jean wouldn’t let her get away with this but he did” . Why is consent being = to the lack of the word no?)

But anyway I did seriously appreciate when cat tried to push and Jean snapped his fingers in her face until she dropped it.

Xavier I think is fine. The only comment I hated was when he was like get him in front of a camera he has no filter. And Jeremy was like. No he’s scared of them. But beyond that I thought he’s been fine ?

Also on the Neil bit —I didn’t mean it to sound like I thought he united them on his own will lol. And I do find it interesting that everyone kinda assigns him this massive amount of humanity when it’s not particularly the case? Not saying he doesn’t care but it’s def not him being charitable and kind and wanting the best for everyone all the time

Also last note I find it interesting that when the Trojans are criticized it gets labeled as well they’re young and they have no experience. They’re not …that young. And also like, there never seems to be any consideration of how it affects Jean when they react. It’s always well this is better than the ravens and they are trying to help and their intentions are good so he has to understand that and readers have to understand that. Instead of I know this is the best they can offer but it’s not what Jean needs right now. And maybe sometimes it is. But sometimes it’s not . Realistic or no.

[finelinevogue]

I can’t stop thinking about how soft drunk!harry would be🥺 I feel like he’d be so gentle yet his words would have no filter and the missus would just be in awe the entire time

omg dont im so soft for this aahhh

It was after 1 A.M. and Harry should've been home and hour ago.

He had texted you to now wait up for him around 10 P.M., so you'd gotten yourself ready for bed, had a read, before switching out your lights and drifting off to dreamland.

It was now early in the morning and you were worried about Harry's whereabouts.

He had gone out for a couple of hours, having a few drinks with some friends. He had gone to his favourite pub with them and had gotten an Uber there so that you didn't have to drive. It made you happy that he stayed local and didn't need to go into the major cities to have a good night out.

You sat up in bed, switched on the lamp and put on your glasses. Grabbing your phone you checked for any messages off Harry and you were lucky to find a few texts from him.

H💛: On my way back now. Hopefully you're too busy sleeping to read this. I love you.

The concerning matter was that Harry had sent that message at 12:40 A.M. and yet he wasn't laying next to you in your shared bed. Swinging your legs over the bed, you slipped on your slippers and took small steps out into the hallway as your eyes adjusted to the dark light.

You texted Harry back on your way down the stairs asking where he was and whether he was okay, but he didn't respond. You swiftly made your way into the kitchen, searching for the car keys in the top drawer where they were stored at night. You weren't even sure who Harry had gone out with, only that he was out at the 'Black Cat' pub.

You were moments away from calling the landlord of the pub, before he made himself present.

"You're so pretty baby."

Spinning around you were scared for a moment as to where the noise came from, or who more specifically, however when you saw Harry sat on the floor resting against the kitchen cabinets your panic subsided. You didn't even care that he was flat out drunk and still holding a beer in his hand, you were just relieved that he was home if not slightly frustrated that he hadn't even thought to mention that he was back safely.

"Harry!" You said, too excitedly, before kneeling on the floor in front of him.

You took the bottle out of his hand first, placing it on the counter above you. Next, you cradled his face in your hands to make sure that he definitely was real. You had been so scared for what might've had happened to him that you wouldn't be surprised if your brain just conjured up an imaginary Harry, right here, to calm you down.

"Y/N!" He said back just as excitedly.

His arms wrapped around your body in a weird formation, pulling you close into him for a hug. He squeezed you tight, making sure you remembered that he was the best hug giver ever. You had claimed that before and you still stood by it. Even messy drunk Harry gave great hugs.

"What're you doing on the floor?" You chuckled, giving him a kiss to his forehead because you were happy he was here.

"Didn't want to wake you up."

"You wouldn't have baby. I was worried about you." You pouted, which made Harry pout.

"Didn't mean to worry you. Just didn't want to wake you up."

"Yeah, I know. Thank you." You kissed his forehead again.

His cheeks were tinged red and his curls were falling over his face in no particular order. He looked like a cinnamon roll and in fact he was. There'd even been some test to see what bakery product you are and Harry got the cinnamon roll. You were a bagel.

"You okay?" You asked, brushing some hair out of his face.

Getting more comfortable, you switched to sit on you bum instead, sitting by his feet so that you could face Harry. He took your hands in his and you held on tightly, knowing human touch would sober him up a bit.

"Sleepy." He rested his head back against the cabinets.

"We can't go to sleep yet, honey. We have to wait for you to sober up a bit more first, otherwise you're gonna hate the hangover tomorrow."

"But then you can take care of me." He smiled, liking it when you took care of him.

"I still will, but I'd rather just not have to deal with all the gross side effects from you. I can deal with headaches though."

"So you'll scratch m'head and make me a plate of 9 hash browns tomorrow?" He requested.

"9?" You laughed, thinking it such a random number.

"Exactly 9."

"Okay. Yes bubs. I will make you 9 hash browns and scratch y'head. Maybe we can even watch a couple of episodes of Killing Eve?" You suggested.

Recently, you and Harry had been miraculously getting free schedules that matched up. Instead of taking the advantage of this time to go on holidays or travel up and down the country, you had resulted to staying in bed all day and watch countless rounds of television whilst having endless rounds of sex. It was more perfect than any abroad trip you could both come up with. Being in each others company was more than enough for you both, especially in the comfort of your own bed.

"Sounds perfect." He smiled, eyes still dropping from the tiredness catching up with his body and brain.

"Y'want to get up and get ready for bed?" You asked.

"Not yet. Just wanna sit here and talk to y'for a bit more. It's like my favourite thing ever."

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Life [Wilbur Soot/Fundy]

BOOOM HI HELLO HOW ARE YOU UH UM SO I WAS INSPIRED WHILE I WAS BORED AND THEN THIS IS HOW THIS ONESHOT CAME TO BE. ITS NOT GOOD, BUT ITS DECENT. You’re gonna be taking Sally’s place so, uh, I’m sorry, Sally, you’re just another salmon. Still love you though  THIS TOOK SO LONG TO MAKE DEAR GOD ITS BEEN IN THE WORKS FOR LIKE A MONTH LMAO

ALSO, KEEP IN MIND THIS IS C!WILBUR/SMP!WILBUR

⚠️CUSSING, AFAB READER, PREGNANCY, THIS IS A REALLY LONG ONE SHOT OH MY GOD, PLATONIC FUNDY RELATIONSHIP SO YEAH⚠️

Pronouns: she/her or they/them [you’re referred to as wife, mom,, that stuff, but you can change those if you want]

You hummed as you strained out your clothing beside the river near your home. A smile graced your face, [Eye Colour] eyes glinting happily in the warm sunlight of that fine summer day. Autumn would soon turn the land into a seemingly barren wasteland, though, so you decided to savor every last bit of happiness the hot days brought you. 

Hanging the large amount of clothing upon thin clothing lines, you dumped out your bucket and made sure nothing got in the lake. Walking back inside of your home, you set the buckets in the corner of the cozy cottage and walked back outside. Your brown boots thudded quietly against the cobblestone path that lead into the woods around your home that would eventually be covered in snow.

A sudden childish giggle made you turn to the fields that were a ways away from your house, right in front of the sparsely scattered trees to the right of your little house. You furrowed your brows in confusion as a blur of yellow, white, and red rushed over to you.

“Hello there.” You couldn’t help but stare as the child looked up at you silently. “What are you doing here, little one?” He only blushed, his face flushing a vivid red before he ran off. You shrugged and continued your trek into the forest.

//

You watched as flakes of snow fell delicately onto the muted green coloured grass, bundled tightly in a burrito of quilts that you and your mother has made together. You shuffled slightly from your position on your warm bed, closing your eyes as you waited for sleep to consume you.

It seemed life had other plans, though, as a faint light came toward your home, edging closer and closer until you could make out a figure, their clothing a great contrast to the paw snow. They were shivering visibly, clutching their arms as their lantern shook in their hand.

You frowned as you peeled your blankets off of you, pulling your boots on quickly. Grabbing a lantern cage, you lit the candle inside of it and hurried outside, feeling nervous as the figure hurried over to you.

Soon enough, they were standing in front of you, a miserable look on their face, their eyes red and puffy as their teeth chattered together.

“Come inside,” you didn’t care for introductions or your safety. This person seemed nice. “I’ll start a fire. Uh- there should be a few blankets on the sofa. Would you like anything to drink? Warm milk, tea? I’m not gonna offer coffee because it’s late, so I’m sorry about that.”

“Just water, please,” they croaked out. “I’m sorry for the intrusion. I was headed off in search of territory to claim. Turns out I chose the wrong day. God, it’s cold.” You let out a quiet laugh as you carefully tossed some wood into your fireplace, lighting the material on fire. Almost immediately, the flames grew and you sat up, placing your flint and steel on the fireplace mantle.

“I’ll go get you your water. Go warm up.” You urged before you walked into the kitchen to get the brunet some water.

//

““And then Tommy ran off!” Wilbur howled with laughter as he told the story of how he managed to lose his father in the forest close to his family home. ““Phil was looking for us for hours!” You smiled at the story as you carefully sewed up your friend’s heavy coat, making sure the patches were relatively the same colour as the rest of the jacket.

“You never really tell me about your family, so why are you telling stories now?” You commented, threading the needle in your hand through the fabric and back out of it, pulling the thread tightly. You snipped it with your scissors, placing the needle down to look for any other holes as Wilbur flushed a bright red.

“W-well— one day, I want you to meet my family, so- this sounds so fucking stupid. Never mind, forget about it.” He covered his face in his hands as you bummed, picking up a patch and laying it out on the brown fabric.

“What you’re saying is that you would introduce me to your family because you like me that much, huh?” No answer came from Wilbur, though he did let out a flustered groan as you chortled.

//

You placed a kiss upon your new boyfriend’s cheek, causing the brunet to laugh as he shrunk away from your lips

“Stop it,” you only grinned at the man, kissing various areas of his face in retaliation. Wilbur laughed harder, pushing you away gently as his face scrunched. ““It tickles!”

You grabbed his face in your hands and he looked into your eyes for a moment before you began attacking his face with kisses. When you pulled back for a break, Wilbur copied your actions from earlier and rubbed his thumb across your cheeks with a smile. He leaned his forehead on yours and let out a breathy sigh, closing his eyes as he basked in the moment.

“I love you so fucking much, [Y/N].”

//

““Dont be scared, darling,” Wilbur mused as he gently rubbed his thumb in circles on the back of your hand, lightly squeezing every few rotations. “Techno’s made sure to keep any weapons away and Tommy might be a little less wreckless. I’ll make sure to tell them during dinner.” You nodded uncertainly, playing nervously with the bracelet Wilbur had made you way back when the two of you first started as friends.

Wilbur rapped his knuckles on the door, his other hand never once letting go of yours as the two of you waited. A bit of shouting was heard through the door, slightly muffled, though it was evident that it was coming closer.

The door was flung open by a blond boy, his blue eyes shooting us to meet Wil’s not even a second after he opened the door. A grin was on the boys face as he turned and shouted for Phil [who Wilbur had told you was his father]. Soon enough, a blond man with a bucket hat trodden over, frowning at Tommy.

“Listen, motherfucker, you may be living here, but I’m not gonna fucking let you live if you keep fuckin shoutin.” You froze nervously and glanced over at your boyfriend. He just sent a small, awkward smile onto reassure you before he turned to look down at the two.

“Are you really gonna argue in front of my wife?” Wilbur piped in, feeling himself become giddy as Tommy and Phil shot their heads over to look at you.

“You brought a girl over?!” Tommy yelled in surprise as he stumbled back, eyes wide as he observed your movements skeptically.

“Wil? Can you come over here real quick? I just need to talk to you.” Phil forced a smile as he grabbed the taller man’s ear and yoinked him over to a different room, leaving Tommy and you alone.

“Hi,” you smiled nervously, raising a hand in a half assed wave.

“Do you happen to be American?” The blond asked, leaning his face over to stare at you.

“I mean- I’m a water nymph. I don’t really know if that counts because we usually just have different accents, but we never take into account where anyone’s from.” You laughed, scratching your cheek.

“Well where are you from?” Tommy urged, crossing his arms.

“To be specific, I came from the North Sea right by the Netherlands. I don’t really think that’s important though.” You shrugged.

“So you’re Dutch? Speak it.”

“Im not necessarily Dutch, I was just born in the North Sea, Tommy- I think you’re a Tommy. You seem like a Tommy.” You cleared up, ““The only reason I learned English was to communicate with certain humans.”

“Okay.” The boy sighed, shoulders slumping forward as you let out an amused chortle, “I’ll leave you alone. For now.” Tommy backed up, turning into a room while a big, burly pig person ducked under the doorway, a large sword in hand and an uninterested expression on his face. As he turned to the door, he spotted you and his eyes widened momentarily before going back to their half lidded position.

“Who’re you? Phil didn’t- oh. Oh, today was that day. Oh my god, how could I forget it?” The hybrid smacked his forehead harshly, ““I’m so sorry.”

You laughed, waving your hand dismissively as the pig moved to the side to let you in. You carefully stepped into the warm house and the tall hybrid closed the door behind you.

“Dinner’s nearly done, so you can go sit down in the living room. If you need anything, Phil has ears all over the place. Just look at those crows.” Techno motioned over to the few crows that perched themselves on the window, letting out quiet caws. You waved at the birds and they flapped their wings in response.

“They seem nice.”

//

You sat next to your husband, hand intertwined with his as Phil smiled over at the two of you.

“So, anything new happening with you two?” The blond man inquired, placing his hands on the table. 

““I mean,” Wilbur laughed, turning over to look at you. “Would you like to tell them, dear?” You nodded, a grin on your face as you sat as straight as you could.

“I’m pregnant,” you said, your voice surprisingly calm. Tommy let out a shocked ‘‘what the fuck??’, while Techno choked on his food, slamming a fist onto his chest.

Phil was quiet, eyes wide in shock as he took in the information.

“Pregnant? With Wilbur’s kid?” You nodded, swinging Wilbur’s hand as Tommy cheered.

“Im gonna be a fuckin uncle! Yeah! I’ll be the best damn uncle ever!” He cackled, leaning back as Techno snorted.

““Can I teach them PvP?” You and your husband glanced over at each other before shaking your head.

“Maybe when they’re old enough to know what they’re doing.”

//

““Hello, my precious baby,” you cooed gently, holding the newborn as they let out a quiet sigh. ““My baby. You look just like your father.” A warm but tired smile was on your face as your baby opened their eyes, brown meeting [Eye Colour].

“Love, is the baby okay? Is she doing alright?” Wilbur called nervously through the door, to which you laughed.

“Yes, they’re doing great,” placing a gentle kiss on the baby’s nose, they brought a hand up and lightly tapped their nose.

//

““Fundy! Come here!” You cheered, reaching your arms out to the toddler. They giggled, waddling over to you. Their scab covered knees were littered with bandages and the red overalls they wore were much unlike what Wilburs would have wanted your child to wear, but it was your kid! They deserved the best!

““My precious baby,” you placed a kiss on their cheek, causing the brown haired child to giggle and wipe the kiss from their cheek. You grinned, littering their face in kisses as they squirmed, ““My little champion!”

“Yah! Cham-champion!” They babbled, bringing up a finger to chew on as you set them down and smoothed out your dress. 

““Alright, sweetheart, papa will be here soon, so make sure to tell him what you want to tell him, alright?” Your boy nodded, a goofy grin on his face as he reached over to one of the toys you had brought.

//

You cradled your son’s head as he sobbed, shaking his head in denial as to what had just happened.

“He-he’s gone, mama!” He choked out, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His tears stained your shirt, though the feeling didn’t bother you as you rocked your son back and forth, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Fundy, it’s okay,” you cooed, ““He doesn’t have to live with all the mistakes he made in the past anymore. Who knows, maybe he’ll come back?” 

““But what if he doesn’t? That was his last life and- and it’s gone! My dad’s gone!” Letting out a pained wail, he continued to sob. And you let him.

He had gone through so much.

//

““Who the hell are you and what are you doing around my son?” You sneered, standing in front of your son as the transparent figure stared at you curiously.

“You don’t remember me?” They asked, voice echoing as they tilted your head. “I- [Y/N], it’s me! Your husband! I- I am your husband, right?”

“My husband didn’t push away his son and focus on a failed country more than his own fucking family.” You loaded your crossbow, aiming it at the ghost. ““You didn’t come to his birthday parties, didn’t get him anything, you barely paid attention to him when your country was in the spotlight! You’re no husband to me.”

“Mama-” Fundy gulped nervously, ““Mama, please.”

“You know what, whoever the fuck you are? You’re no damn husband to me and you never will be. Now leave me and my son alone, for fuck’s sake.”

The ghost was silent as you turned, leading the man beside you toward the house at the top of the hill, though a small smile made its way onto his face.

“She’s the one I married?” He murmured, moving his hand to where his heart was, “Was she really the love of my life?”

[violetnotez]

Haaaaiiii! I don't know if you've done this before, but can you do a headcanon with Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Kaminari (separately) dating a slim thicc reader who's waaaaay to kind to everyone for her own good? Sorry if that was specific lol. It just suits my life.

HC: Slim Thicc + Overly Nice Reader | BNHA

Music Genre: Pop | BNHA

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugo, Todoroki

Warnings: cursing, suggestive content

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Shop Owner Note: The fuq how did you describe me in four words lmaoooo-I really liked this idea alot!!!!! Also I only did Bakugo, Izuku and Shoto caus emy brain got fried, so hope thats okay!

Midoriya

THIS GIF ISNT APART OF THE HC AT ALL I JUST FOUND IT AND NOW IM FEELING SOME TYPE OF WAYYYY😳😳

Midoriya most definitely drink his respect women juice

He was raised by his mother after all

BUT

doesnt mean the boy cant be a little perverted-

He just loves your body!!!!!

How can he NOT love everything about it, from the way your school tights slightly squeeze your thighs to the point where he feel like he cant breath

Or when you wear his shirts and its tighter around the chest and flowy around you waist

Mmmmmm lets not forget your hero suit- this man would probably kiss the shoes of the person who made your suit

Cause DAMN they really made it as tight as possible and he just loves it sm

Lets be real this dude has probably popped a boner by accident just thinking about your hero suit 😶

ANYWAYS 💀💀💀💀

He is very much respectful about you and keeps his raging hormones horniness to himself

He is ALWAYS making sure you feel comfortable in your relationship, whether its from holding hands to cuddling, he will always make sure you give your consent

Now, when it comes to your kindness, this is something Midoriya probably loves the most about you

But he does find it really concerning when he notices you say “yes” to everything somebody asks you to do for them

And running yourself down, not looking as energetic as yourself

He is very observant, so he notices little things that signal you are little overwhelmed 

Like your clothes arent as perfectly ironed as they used to be, you seem to be forgetting your own things while remembering to bring everybody else’s, your smile seems strained, and you just look stressed

He is so incredibly empathetic- it pains him to his s/o look so distraught 

It does anger him a bit that these people can so easily take advantage of you, and not even care that you arent feeling your best because of what they asked of you

But he swallows down the anger, offering to help you with whatever you need at your dorm room

He tries to make it as stress free as he possibly can, bringing your favorite snacks and playlist of music to calm your mind

But at some point hed give you a very gentle talk,,,,

He knows you havent been feeling too great, whether you deny it or not, and he wants you to know that its perfectly okay to not say “yes” to every person

He knows you mean well and you want to help everyone out of the generosity of your heart, and he loves that about you

But you as a person are important, and you come first over anyone

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Bakugo

Like Midoriya, just LOVES your body

Like cmon, how can he NOT

Dude is a ass+boob man change ma mind 

At first he deifnitely denies it-

Him??? Stare at your ass??? Pshh he was looking at the oven baka, if anything your ass was blocking his view-

You would know you caught him red handed cause he face would get redder than Momo’s hero suit and he would actually stutter—-

Which would make him extrmeely annoyed and he’d be cussing a storm+be in a grumpy mood for an hour or two

But once you two get more comfortable in your relationship-

NO HOLDING BACK

He will have use every opportunity to just be meannnn

And by mean

I mean turn slapping your ass into some sick game

Like if you dont yelp and cuss him out whats the point?

Once he slapped you so hard he legit left his big ass hand print on your butt cheek and you were about to slap his smug ass back....

But off a 50ft building  🙃

Also a big softie too

Like when you to cuddle he loves cuddling into your chest 🥺🥺

To him it’s just so comfyyyyyyyyyy

Honestly, Bakugo can’t understand at all how you can be so nice to people

It confuses him???? But he finds it really....nice???

Like half the stuff you do for people Bakugo wouldn’t ever dream of doing

He knows he’d either give that person an intimidating, dirty look or just laugh at them, cause yeah right he’d waste his time with their stupid problems

Ouchhhhhhhh

But you are totally different than him-you had a lot more patience and sympathy than he had, always coming to everyone’s rescue it seemed like

He finds it attractive and to him, it confuses the hell out of him how he does

But what bothers him is how much time you spend away from him

He won’t ever admit it, but he feels lonely when you’re not around

And what’s even worse-is by the time you do hang out with him, your too tired to even properly pay attention to him after running around and doing everything for everyone else

Bakugo the Attention Whore

One day this dude would have enough, as he’s been getting the bad end of the stick for a good couple of weeks——

He just barges into were ever your at, and doesn’t give to shits what so everrrrr

Bakugo has one mission in mind: getting his s/o back

Wouldn’t acknowledge anyone but you, grabbing your wrist and yanking you out of the room even if your protesting with him

“The hell are you doing Bakugo, let go-“

“No 😠”

“Pleaseeeeeee I was in the middle of working on something-“

“I said NO 😠😠😠”

Angry Pomeranian Activated

Once stop dragging you until he locks you in his room, forcing you to hear him out

He HATES being emotional or open, but at that, he starts spilling his guts through gritted teeth and choppy sentences,,

Saying that you waste too much time in thise “extras”, that they don’t deserve as much time as you give them, and that you have more “important” things than do all their work for them

*cough cough him being the more important thing

But hoenstly, you feel a little bad for him,,,,,

So you compromise with him and promise you’ll spend more time on him

He’s pretty happy with that,

but now he takes it one step further to make sure you deifnitely have enough time to hang out with him

If he’s around when someone asks you for help, he’ll cut them off and lie straight theough his teeth, saying you two have a “date” and squeezing you close to him with an iron grip

“Wait-Bakugo-we didnt have a date planned-“

“Tsch, now we do-“

Shoto Todoroki

I have said this timeeee and timeeee againnnn

But Shoto really is the definition of innocence

So really, it wouldn’t ever dawn on him on how killer his s/o’s body is

He’s just kinda like....yeah I know they have a butt and chest? Doesn’t everyone?😶

This poor Boi someone help him

It only really sets it after a few months of being together that he’s actually really, really in love with your body

Like how did he never notice how good you look in leggings?

Or how soft and comfortable your chest is?

And why does he want you to squeeze him with your thighs? 😳

Hormones are ragingggggg

And also veryyyyyyyy protective over you

Shoto is very observant and quiet in social situations, usually opting to check out his surroundings instead of trying to be sociable

So he’ll catch from time to time classmates commenting on you and your figure, and it never sits very well with him

At first when these incidences happened he was very conflicted, not understanding this intense jealousy and need to protect you

But after a while of contemplating his feelings, he understood it was because he was protective of you

And ohohoohohoh

This man is PROTECTIVE

He does little things you would never reallly notice until you actually do

Like when he takes you home after hanging out or a date, he lingers a little longer outside your door to make sure you’re inside safely

Or when you’re walking together he will make sure your walking inside the street and away from the cars

Also has a tendency to grab your waist or your hand when a group of men come your way

He just gets paranoid okay 🥺🥺🥺

And because he’s so protective, he doesn’t practically like that you’re being taken advantage of sometimes because of your kindness

Especially when it comes to other men

On a few occasions Shoto has spotted you in a sticky situation with a guy who was being a little too close for comfort

It would make you uncomfortable of course, you had a boyfriend you already loved a lot-

but you felt kind of bad just being a total bitch to this guy who desperately wanted a chance

So you’d just awkwardly laugh and smile with their stupid pick up lines, trying your best to be polite but also show you weren’t interested

But Shoto at this point has radar for when your in trouble, and just pops out of nowhere 💀

He’s not the type to flaunt his relationship by impulsively kissing you or anything like that, but he’ll show it in subtle ways

Like calling you “dear” or wrapping his arm around your waist

Honestly, the look of pure relief and comfort in your face shows more than Shoto could have ever done,,,

And that Shoto was deifnitely someone that was more than just a “guy fiend” and soemthing like that

Also Shoto would give them a look that could kill and that instantly scares the shit out anyone lmao

These dudes faces would deflate like balloons real quick, cause at this point everyone knows who Shoto Todoroki is

And how the hell can they compete with that

Instant “oh shit my bad” type energy

After those incidents, Shoto locks down way harder

He practically has you glued to his side, and he doesn’t let go

Like at all

Get used to it cause for the rest of the day Shoto is gonna be following you around like some body guard 💀

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This Soul Of Mine PT 4

Main Incubus Otto x Reader (Incubus Axel and Oscar x Reader in later parts!)

18+ (also in later parts)

(Mentions of Rape but only passing, as Incubus are Male Demons who feed off sex, most of them are NOT kind Swedes.)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

After a few moments spent together in silence petting the little cat in Otto’s arms, a man came out of the house along with Oscar. The unknown man’s eyes narrowed as he took you in, frowning deeply as Oscar seemed to whisper to him.

“I am Axel.” He roughly stated as he kept your gaze, accent thick. You nodded, trying to smile but too overwhelmed to. The wind blew around you, the silence practically deafening as he seemed to stare into your soul.

“I am Y/N-“

“Yes I know, your name was on the cookie box.” He cut you off, sounding irritated and headed back inside with Oscar, leaving only the screen door open.

“Sorry, he is wary of.. new people.” Otto whispered, a small smirk appearing on his lips as you both heard Axel huff loudly inside the home. Together, you sat on their front porch, petting the little bundle of fur before it demanded to be put down, running away quickly.

“I... May I ask a favor of you..?” You asked Otto, voice silent as to not let his brothers hear you. Judging by the way you saw them slightly turn their heads though, Super Hearing was also probably an Incubus power.

You felt bad asking this of him, it wasn’t his job... But he had imprinted on you, hadn’t he? Laid claim to you accidentally, just as The Handler had said. You were now his, and he yours, surely that meant something.

Your slight pinpricks of worry reached his nose, followed by embarrassment and hope. Hope?

“Yes, of course.” Otto whispered back, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the smell of relief you exuded, so much so that he had to look away, eyes turning inside to catch both Oscar and Axel watching out of anticipation.

“Would you mind accompanying me to church after tomorrow? It would not be for long, I... I need to deliver something, but I dont feel comfortable going alone.” You answered, wondering if he could sense that you were hiding something from him.

Could Incubi also read minds, just as their female Ruler had? Was that simply a Succubus power? God, as soon as you got home, you were going to write all of this down.

It was obvious you were hiding something from him, but as he took in the delicious scent of your emotions, Otto knew it wasn’t anything malicious. Your worry and hope outshined anything else, the sweet mixture making his insides burn, feeling the sudden need to comfort you.

It was a mistake to reach out, to touch you, hand placed on your forearm. The moment he did, mouth open to answer, the sharp dangerous smell of arousal waifed off of you, calling to him, your surprise mixing with it as he retracted his hand. Otto’s mind reeled as he tried to recover, senses on fire, barely registering that you had accidentally projected some of your emotions onto him in that moment.

“I will walk you home.” Axel declared, scaring you as he appeared behind you, gloved hand settling on your shoulder to lift you and turn you away from his stunned brother. You frowned, trying to turn to say goodbye to the two other brothers but couldn’t, Axel’s rough hold veering you out the yard and into the street and cold night, his gray eyes shining as he watched you.

“I know that you know.” He stated as he walked alongside you, momentarily shutting his senses off as to avoid your whirlwind of emotions that you visibly had no control over whatsoever. Mortals, such incapable beings. He didn’t miss the way your head snapped back to him, watching him as you walked together.

“My brothers are young, a hint of stupid even, so they cannot tell, but I can. You fraternized with her, sat with her. You smell of her cigarettes.” He said after a moment passed, coming at a standstill. You werent Otto’s soulmate, you were working for The Handler, plotting, cruel, acting kind to get close to his poor unsuspecting brother. He wanted to lash out, tell you how stupid you were-

The scent of pure unadulterated relief flooded his senses out of nowhere as you turned to him, eyes wide open as you gasped deeply, looking at him in surprise.

“Oh god, thank goodness! You have no idea how relieved I am to know that you know, she absolutely scared the life out of me! She arrived at the Church and sat right beside me!” You exclaimed, hands flying to your face to hide from him, fearing he was about to kill you-

“You- Your being honest...” Axel said, tone sounding more uncertain then he had ever been in his life, finding himself out of his depth at your honest and truthful answer. Something within his chest hurt, a sharp and twisted pain, lighting his senses on fire. It felt like the first breath of fresh air after being held under water for ages, wind filling his lungs as he breathed in slowly. He didn’t understand, he didn’t get it; you knew they were demons? Incubi, to be specific, and yet you stayed either way?

“Why would you fraternize with demons, demons that rape, harm pretty little women like you... who lure unsuspecting women out in parks at night, only to eat their throat out?” Axel stated, trying to make you see just what they were, the dangers that they brought, what they truly were, but as he went on, he felt more drained, losing whatever edge he hoped to exude out to you.

He hated you, hated that a mere mortal like you were making him regret his choices, making him regret what he was as he saw the gentle pure kindness in your eyes. Most of all, he hated that you, you of all people, a pretty little church goer, made him regret being born an Incubus. For the first time in all of his existence, a mortal, a human, knew what he was, and stayed, showing him the same exact kindness as before.

“Wow, with a facial expression as flat as that, Im really trembling in my boots.” You smirked at him, hand lifting to push your hair back behind your ear as the wind blew around the both of you, trees swaying in the wind. A vile putrid stench filled the air for a moment and made him forget the retort that had been on his tongue, nearly making him gag as the scent filled his senses. What was that?

“Do that again.” Axel whispered out harshly, eyes sharply observing you critically as you stopped smiling.

“Do what again?” You asked, eyes wide, breath catching in your throat as he came closer, face moving towards you as if to smell you.

“Place your hair behind your ear again, there is something... unclean on you, something The Handler must have implanted on you, I can smell it wafting into the air around you.” Axel said before recoiling sharply as you lifted your arm, your soft gaze turning worried as you watched him openly gag, the noise making the nerves inside of you burst.

“Oh my god Axel, are you okay!? Im so sorry!” You asked, stepping away from him to leave him some room but halting as his arm shot out, grabbing ahold of your wrist-

Axel froze as foul images assaulted his senses, the scent overpowering him. He remained unmoving though, feeling it too important of a vision to pull back, pull away. You, the mere human mortal, were too important, he corrected himself, heart beating faster as he watched a Priest, supposedly a man of God, jerking himself off, your dainty little bracelet in his hand. Axel watched with a feeling of violation as the priest finished himself off and pocketed the bracelet, only to give it to you later that day at the end of a sermon. The man had tainted it, placed his unholy hands on it, coated with-

“Take it off.” Axel grunted as he pulled away, emotions running amok inside of him like a hurricane in an open field, ripping and destroying everything in its path. The delicate scent of your hesitation reached him, and he almost sighed out of joy at the sheer difference of weight your scent had over the bracelets filthy smell, making him forget the Priest’s disgusting act.

“If you can trust me, no matter how small, please, trust me now Y/N.” He added, eyes locking onto yours. It was a stretch Axel told himself, knowing he wasn’t in any position to demand anything of you after accusing you of potentially betraying them with little proof.

Nothing in this world had ever brought him ecstasy, nothing had ever made his dead heart beat, and yet here you were, ripping the bracelet off and throwing it into the woods behind you; the mere sight of your trust made his blood roil pleasantly under his skin, fingertips aching to touch you.

Had this been exactly what Otto had felt the first time he had touched you? Otto had been frugal on the details of his awakened state of mind, but was touch truly the key? It had to be, he had never felt a more pressing need to touch a human, anyone, anything, YOU, more then Axel did right now, invisible Incubus tail fidgeting back and forth out of confusion.

“Are you alright?” You asked again, noticing how far his gaze seemed, reminded suddenly of Otto’s expression the first time he had laid his hand on you. Axel breathed in sharply as you came closer, eyes connecting with your own. His gray-blue eyes shined in the moonlight, platinum blond hair reminding you of fresh snow.

You didn’t know what Father James’ bracelet had, or what magic was on it, but you trusted Axel.

“Y/N... If I asked you to no longer visit the Priest alone, would you respect my judgement?” Axel whispered softly as he lifted his hand, wanting to pushing your hair once more behind your ear but couldn’t. He watched you, watched as the wheels turned within your mind, and watched with greed as you bit your lip softly.

He had always seen female lovers do it, biting their lips to keep themselves from making sound, or out of desire, and it had never done anything for him. Yet here he stood, hand lowering to his side once more, insides churning in pure delight at the sight of your teeth sinking into your lower lip softly. The sweet scent of your surprise at his question curled around you, patiently allowing you to think before answering him.

You wondered if Axel had heard you speak to Otto earlier or if he had taken an educated guess. Did he also have powers like their Ruler did? He visibly had Super Hearing, but the was for another day to think about.

“You know, earlier at your home, I thought you hated me. But I would almost say you have a soft spot for me Axel, seeing how accommodating you are, walking me home.” You said, changing the subject as you felt anxiety rise up your spine with a vicious need. Axel hummed in answer, eyes squinting as he regarded you.

“You need not answer me, but please, next time, ask my poor simpleton of a Brother to accompany you.” He spoke, smiling a bit as you nodded and continued your walk home, silence reigning over the both of you the rest of the way.

——

The walk back home was torturous for Axel, mind and heart fighting, intelligence trying to reign victorious over these... feelings, emotions. Useless things, really.

Yet... he understood, understood why Otto had been acting irrationally. Nothing seemed to make sense as he had watched you wave goodbye to him from your front door, senses telling him to leave but.. body roaring to go knock on your door, to ask for permission to enter and touch you, touch your cheeks and run his lips against your throat. Axel wanted to feel your pulse under his fingertips, feel the fleeting human life inside you, and to feel you, just you, touching him back out of your own volition, not like the humans affected by his natural Pheromones.

Axel’s feet came to a sudden stop, previous inner thoughts reminding him just what he was: A Demon. An Incubus, a male demon that sought to impregnate human women, feeding off their souls and lives. He was everything your kind feared, everything they had nightmares about, everything human children cried about.

Slowly yet quickly, the thought came crashing down on him that this, all of these emotions he was feeling, all of these humanly soft thoughts, all of these stupid fantasies could never happen.

Never should he touch your cheeks, and run his lips along your throat. Never should he feel your pulse under his fingertips.

Never, under any circumstances, should he ever feel your touch, from this moment on. If he did, Axel knew he would fail, knew he would throw everything to the wind, fairytales and folktales be damned.

If you touched him, Axel knew he would follow you until the end of the Earth.

[0lshadyl0]

Uummm may I req yan!shanks from op xyoungerfemreader? I mean, Like she is 19-22y.o she is inexperience/innocent and doesnt realize he's a yandere, until shanks forced/blackmail her? Hc or fict, u choose. It's ok if you dont want to, have a nice day ��

oh boy! finally a one-piece ask, how wonderful! 

I hope you like it even though that is not specifically what you asked for, after all, I let my imagination fly and take a darker course, anyway enjoy~

the naive must be punished, Yandere Shanks x Younger Reader

warnings: almost gang bang, rape, enslavement, 

word count: 1346

Shanks looked at you with tenderness in his eyes, seeing how beautiful you are, how delicate your skin marked by hickeys, that he made, was and how adorable you were snuggling in his bed while trying hard to cover your private parts of his inquisitive eyes, how cute"Oh my dear Y/n, so innocent and clueless ... it was a delight to claim your first time," said the redheaded pirateyou were trembling under the gaze full of desire that he gave you , the one you once thought was a great captain and friend, now you could finally distinguish him, he wasn't your friend, the Yonko was a monster, he did not look at you with protection, like that of a father, who was as you saw him, or an older brother to his younger sister, no, he saw you as an object he should possess, a woman whose only reason in life was to satisfy all his desiresyou cried in silence while you shrugged again trying to keep Shanks from touching you with his hand again, although after he cleared his throat and reminded you that if it wasn't for him, you, or rather your pussy and body would be in a worse state, you had nothing more to do than access his wishes

He smiled with satisfaction at your obedience while you felt that you were going to vomit when he ran his hand over one of your breasts and gave it a little squeeze, making sure after that to play with your nipple for a while, teasing it with the friction he produced with the sheet until your nipple was hard just the way he liked itinstinctively you put your legs together between them despite the disgust that produced all that thick seed of your captain coming out of your pussy, the bastard had not even considered you enough to use protectionsilly, but how silly you were to trust your comrades, and mostly trust him, and go drink on the island they landed, but even more stupidly were your own decisionsjust because you belonged to one of the strongest known pirate groups didn't mean you were at the same level as some of your Nakamas, in fact, you were the weakest, you were the cook and Shanks never allowed you to fight or learn to defend yourself 'You don't need to learn, I'm strong enough to protect them all,' the redhead had told you with a huge smile on his face ... and you trusted him because you thought that he was a nice old man, considering the difference of age between you and the Yonko you are a young healthy woman with no more skill than being a good cook and, according to your captain, a great company, you were soft and delicate, and again, someone weak, basically you were a walking lady in distress and for that same reason, it was why at the end of the night you ended up being your captain's cumdump, since, after a while of getting drunk with your Nakamas you were a little tipsy and you decided that it was a great idea follow a silly firefly that you thought was beautiful, you went for a walk through the dark and insecure streets of the island, ignoring how you had been followed by seven men who were leaving an alley with big smiles of satisfaction on their faces

'Look, there goes another one' said one of the seven, the others looked at you as they widened their smiles and their eyes filled with lust, you really were a beautiful woman and nothing made them have the hardest cocks to destroy your pussy and other holes with his dicksAs you were distracted in your own world ignoring the latent danger of ending up in a gang bang that you surely did not look for or wanted, you did not realize when several of them grabbed you in the back and even though you tried to fight, they took you to a dead-end and then rip all your clothes leaving you nothing but your bare skinYou were very scared while everyone was touching your body abruptly leaving one or another bruise, you managed to shout a scream for help before one of them gave you a loud slap and threatened to take your lifesince you could not find a way to defend yourself against so many disgusting men, you closed your eyes crying and waiting for them to be merciful with you, something that you knew in the end that it was not going to happenthree of them played with your tits while two others masturbated in front of your face, the other two missing unscrupulously touched your pussy and put their dirty fingers abruptly in your privacy and scratching your slit, you were crying harder while they encouraged you to that you beg that they would not harm you while they made fun of you for doing it with their cruel smiles and laughs 

but suddenly everyone fell to the ground and you quickly understood why Shanks was at the exit of the alley with a face of disgust, you smiled looking at you safe and even preserving your precious virginity, he looked at the annoying situation and quickly drawing his sword, in some almost invisible movements dismembered the seven men without you noticing how or when while he murmured 'bastards, trying to claim what's mine' and even though that was kind of too much, you didn't feel bad for those bastards"What were you thinking about separating from the group? This island is very dangerous and now look at yourself, naked and dirty, what do you think would have happened if I didn't realize you weren't with us anymore?" He was already giving you a sermon for how irresponsible and naive you were"I'm so sorry ... I just followed a firefly and ...""Don't give me excuses, young lady, you  walked around alone causing problems to yourself, I think it's time for me to discipline you." Her eyes darkened a little"what" you were confused 

"you heard me, I think it's time for you to stop being a naive child and become a woman"

Your captain approached you and grabbed your arm, you realized how he ran his eyes through your naked body and his gaze began to look a bit like those of those who were now dead, you could not help shaking again and you didn't know if it was because of the cold or the hunger in shanks eyesand as I lifted you, it happens to load you like a sack of potatoes at the same time that you felt that his hand grabbed a cheek from your ass and the tip of his fingers occasionally rose your entrance, in your mind you began to realize that he always looked like that as if you were a piece of meatin the end, you two ended up on the ship, specifically in the captain's room, he bathed you even though you protested that you could do it alone but he imposed himself because it was an order and you had no choice but to obeythen when he dry you completely, the redhead throws you into his bed so that you stay in four and right there he claimed your pussy and virginity with his fat cock as punishment for being so naive, you cried again because you felt betrayed by your captain, the person who took you to sea ​​and which you trusted blindly but then he revealed a terrible truth to you"Why are you crying? This is why I let you into my crew, I didn't do it before because I wanted to wait until you were a little older since I met you when you were a minor, but you're already an adult and it's time that you assume your position and the real reason why I let you join my crew... as my sex slave "

[linipikk]

Animal Crossing New Horizons meets The Magnus Archives (mixing my favourite things together bc why not)

Things in ACNH that shows with what TMA  entity you are aligned:

Eye: Basically your entire screenshots are villager doing stuff from afar, you have that ZL+top corner ready to go at any time, and how can you not if the villagers are so cute and you gotta be ready for the moment they interact with the random shit you have lying around, right? and also you have really big knowledge of all the customizable items in the game because you need to know if that item comes in pastel, or in white. 

Dark: Fishbait is your ally and that shadow on the water your passion, Fishing is Your Thing and you already know what fishy is gonna be by the sound and time it takes to bite. You mostly use the dramatic or b&w filter on the camera and go and your favourite excuse to close the game at night is when sunrise starts... so you go to sleep at some point.

Stranger: Villager hunting sounds fun! you never know who is it gonna be and you’ll never see them again (probably) and the magic wand is essential part of your outfit because every situation claims for a new makeover, right? and for some reason you are okay with Pietro roaming in your island.  you try your new reactions on the villagers around you just to check how they react, the first thing you did with terraforming was to strip your island down so you can rebuild it from scratch

Hunt: you cant wait to the new month or new season, right? what new critter and new fish is gonna be ? sharks, sturgeon fish? scorpions? all change is welcome because completing the museum is al that matters. And consider doing on of those monthly trophy areas on your island. Deciding what model ask fro to CJ or Flick, THAT is a good question. You may also be a very specific collector even better if it’s one of those rare diys or obscure event item, you are collecting them all 

Corruption: Shake every tree, go for tarantula island, HECK make your own tarantula island and become a bellionare!, You directly go to the butterfly room in the museum because it feel safe, also, let’s face it, asking blathers to tell you about the new critter and watch him EEEk every time is so much fun. have you ever tried to get wasps and run to your villagers? also you have the need to pluck all the weed out  you island the second you set foot on it

Desolation: No Villager is Safe. if they want to go, they go, if hey stay... you find ways to have fun with them, give them weird clothes, trap them in mazes . (cottage-core/ abandoned  aesthetics may also be your cup of tea) Your basic equipment for nook miles island are iron axes and consider leaving all you dont need laying there, you don’t need anything siting and  filling space in your inventory. You are here for that giveaway spirit and use the selling box at Nooks Cranny very often

End: you have a graveyard on your island and have tried to push wisp there because that’s where he should be, you are slowly collecting your top ten villagers and you are not planning to let any of them go , and you have fantasied about giving that heaven-paradise/purgatory vibe to your island. Thinking about changing every aspect of your island is a true pain and you really prefer to avoid it all together, so you planned it from the beginning and are now filling it with lots of details

Buried: you love or hate Blathers, no inbetween. you honestly enjoy terraforming and don’t get why people are so annoyed whit it,  the fun sound it makes and those narrow entrances in your island are charming! You have totally read the message saying you cant enclosure a tree too many times for your own sanity. you are working directly to get that 5 star island rating from Isabelle.

Slaughter: Considered or actually did of your island a giant board game, or several...it is fun to have friends over and even more if you have prepared an entire afternoon of fun with obstacle race or just spin that wheel and buried presents. You celebrate by hitting each other with a net! ...or just hit that darn annoying villager with a net anyway, see them go mad and then break their spirit, that is also a bit fun when they dont get the hint you want them out of the island, right?

Spiral: fences are your best friend, and probably have more than one account on the same island because all those possibilities for thematic rooms and houses are really tempting, and the limit of custom designs proven to run out very quickly. You have somehow managed to put those soft swirl lamps in your island. Aesthetically or for the sheer fun of it, you have a giant maze and enjoy that no one knows how to get to Redd when you invite them over, heck, not even you know how to best get to most parts. You have asked for the rescue service more than once.

Web: you are dedicated to flowers and it has consumed you every moment at some point, with giant flower fields but all that is worth it to collect every single one of them. Time travel is also second nature for you at this point and somehow managed to capture wasps and scorpions without much instruction ..or discovered the arch or hole tricks by yourself (and it scares me a lot tbh).  You gift your villagers all the good clothes because you know what you want them to wear.

Lonely: you house is in the top of the furthest mountain and no villager have virtual access to it, you don’t interact with them and you rather none of them call you highway or any other nickname. so basically 4 am is your ideal playtime. you r entire island has constant wip zones no one can enter until finished, and you sit and vibe in those small cosy zones you create, and you pier has a nice view of the lighthouse, 

Vast: you lament that you cant play with the camera tilted up to the sky because it is so beautiful, so whenever you are creating an area you look up to check the curvature of the map, you island never feels big enough for all the stuff you wanna put there , and often think the best use for the island is to have one of those endless flower fields. You are surprised to know that not everybody has a 4rth level mountain in their island, You have an specific order for the tool ring  swiftly interchange among them

Flesh: avid fossil collector and probably has one or two decorating your island, you have a big kitchen in your house and those stalls selling sushi and all kinds of food look amazing. you avoid wasps with all your might, probably collects a specific type of villager.and have a designated very urban area.

Some of these overlap, but so do the entities... Like colours but if colours where the complete ACNH experience.

[retrovirge]

Camp Starlight (+ Contest!)

Hey y’all!

So, I had an idea for a contest!!! So basically, here’s how it goes:

Artists can draw any scene from this very story that they so desire, whatever image comes into their head for inspiration. You post it and tag it with #starlightdrabbledraw and leave a link to this post in your own (you dont have to, but it would be preferred!) and boom! You’re done! (I’m holding this on amino too so the winners will be selected from both platforms.)

I’m gonna make it so entries are due October 15th :3 you can totally enter after that, you just won’t be eligible for prizes :))

And uh I’m also gonna be giving out prizes! So here they are!

1st Place

Either: a longer short story (A story that’s anywhere from 2000-4000 words, maybe more), two short stories/extended art drabbles (at the most 1500 words) or four drabbles/art drabbles (under 1000 words) (keep in mind if you choose the longer story it will take me quite a while due to my own personal reasons.)

2nd Place

Either: A short story/extended art drabble (at the most 1500 words) or three drabbles/art drabbles (under 1000 words)

3rd Place

Two drabbles/art drabbles

4th Place

One drabble/art drabble

(Please keep in mind I can’t write all prompts because some give me a lot of writers block, so I may have to ask to change prompts with you if you win. Also, for art drabbles, I will need proper, linked credit to the artist so I can message them and ask if I can repost.)

So yeah, there you go! There will also be honourable mentions and stuff, but yeah! AnYways, onto the story! (Which you can totally just read on your own if you don’t feel like entering the contest ^w^)

⚠️Triggers⚠️

Remus’ innuendos, mentions of fire, mentions of bugs

Word Count - 3132

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”Come on, kiddos! Let’s go camping, it’ll be fun!”

Those were the words that Patton had spoken a few nights ago. Roman had mixed feelings about it. Virgil was anxious. Logan was... Quite eager, actually, but didn’t show it. There was so much nature to study out there, he was very much excited. Janus didn’t seem to care, and Remus seemed to be marvelling at all the mischief he could cause while camping.

And that’s how they found themselves in the car a few days later. Roman and Patton loudly singing in the front seat, Remus occasionally butting in and changing the lyrics to ‘more fun ones’ (Patton did not like that very much), with the other three sides covering their ears in the backseat, passing around looks of mutual annoyance.

The car ride felt like forever, but they had eventually pulled up at the campsite. They parked the trailer, pitched the tent (cause there wasn’t enough room for everyone in the trailer), and set up anything else they needed to. And then they went off, deciding to check out the campsite. Patton decided to have everyone split up into groups of two, and allow them to rotate whenever they wanted. After making sure everyone was okay with that, off they went. Logan went with Janus, Roman went with Patton, and Virgil went with Remus.

So what were they all doing? Well, Janus and Logan decided to go through a walk in the forest. Logan was going a little nuts and jotting down notes for any unknown piece of nature he spotted, while Janus was simply admiring everything. Holding leaves in his hands, smelling flowers, stuff like that. He looked over at Logan, sighing as he watched him zip around. “Nerd, come here-“

Logan looked up, a look of confusion spreading over his face. He hopped up from where he was kneeled, walking over to Janus. He raised an eyebrow. “How may I assist you?”

Janus surprised him by simply sNatching his notebook. “Hey-! Janus, you can’t-“

”Shush, Logan. You /don’t work enough/, alright? Why don’t you just live in the moment with me for a bit?” The snake man asked, head tilting to the side as he cocked his eyebrow into a raise.

Logan opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again, letting out a sigh, realizing Janus would not let up if he refused. “...Fine.”

They walked on, Logan’s eyes flickering around curiously as Janus took his time to admire nature. Logan would occasionally glance over with pleading eyes for the notebook, but Jan just shook his head at him, giving a small smile when Logan sighed.

Eventually, they found some animals. Some bugs, some squirrels, even some birds. Logan found himself kneeled down, holding a White-spotted sawyer. Janus on the other hand, took out some bird seed and got a bird onto his hand. They were both silent, growing content with their current actions and habitat.

• • •

Meanwhile, Roman and Patton were off discovering the children’s playgrounds of the campsite. Roman found himself going between sliding down a slide and spinning on a... Spinny thing, while Patton was going between swinging on the swings and sliding down a pole. The pair ignored any weird looks they got from kids, along with other adults that happened to be around. They were just having fun, and they knew that.

Roman let out a loud laugh as he slid down the slide for the umpteenth time, looking to Patton with a grin. “We should go to parks more oFten, Padré! It’s so much fUN!”

Patton responded with a big smile as he swung as high as he could on the swing, a loud laugh escaping him. “I know!! Good golly miss molly, we really do.” He grinned, slowing down the swing a bit before hopping off with a laugh. “I wonder if there are any more parks down here??”

Roman let out a gasp, now on a spinning pole. “Patton, you’re a genius!” He hopped off of his pole, stumbling over to Patton due to being dizzy from the spinning. The moral side tilted his head, smiling at the prince. “We should look around more! I’m not sure how long we’ve been at the park, actually.” He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck, then clapped his hands together. “Well, that’s okay! We can change that!” He smiled at the eager nod in agreement he received from Roman.

And then they were off. On an adventure to find another park. Wandering through the campground, skipping and admiring animals and flowers, singing random songs, all in all, just bois bein bois.

Soon, they stumbled upon another park, eyes widening at just how much bigger this one was. The last one had a small playground and some swings, but this one had two climbing areas with slides, one of those circular shaped things where you could hop on and spin it, and last but not least, a swingset for both babies/toddlers and anyone older than that. It made the last playground pale in comparison.

Patton and Roman were of course quick to get to work testing all the playground equipment, the two coming up with a number system to rate the ‘fun-ness’ level of each one. Because why the heck not?

Patton even discovered a cool looking bug, and Roman snapped a picture of it on his phone so they could ask Logan about it later. Patton found the bug kinda creepy, but Roman held it no problem, only letting out a high pitched scream when it flew away. Because let’s be honest, bugs can look kinda scary when they fly away, unless it’s a butterfly.

All in all, they were enjoying themselves, happily playing and discovering and laughing like a group of kids.

• • •

Then you got Virgil and Remus.

The pair had decided to go searching around for anything to do really, Virgil trying to keep Remus’ head out of subjects such as what he could possibly throw in the fire, or how easy it was to set everything aflame. He claimed it was for scientific reasons, but Virgil knew this wasn’t Logan he was with.

So he simply gave Remus a small jar with some dirt, telling him he could get some worms because a few of the sides had mentioned wanting to go fishing at some point. More specifically, Janus. Logan said he might join in, and Roman had said he wanted to watch to see what they would catch. (Janus did not look amused, knowing Roman would probably scare all the fish away.)

Virgil kept a close eye on Remus, wandering around himself. He couldn’t figure out for the life of him what to do, so he just went and bought some firewood. By the time he emerged from the store, Remus was there, jumping up and down and yelling about how he caught a twisty pink earth noodle.

After a bit of chatter, Virgil and Remus wandered back to the campsite, where Virgil tried to get a fire going. However, his fear got the best of him and he chickened out. (But luckily, Janus came back to get something and gladly lit the fire for him, before leaving.)

So now they were simply sat around the fire, roasting hot dogs for dinner. Well... Virgil was. Remus was just throwing them in the fire. After about three hot dogs being thrown in (Virgil telling him “stop it.” every single time-) Virgil looked up with a sigh. “Remus!” He hissed. “Quit throwin’ hot dogs in the fire! They weren’t very cheap and we’re gonna run out!”

Remus just let out a laugh, smirking at Virgil with a raised eyebrow. “Well, I guess if we run out, I’ll just have to use yours then~” He laughed at Virgil’s reaction, aka an obnoxious groan and facepalm. “Oh my g o d, shut up...” Remus just grinned at him. “M a k e m e.”

Virgil stared at him for a few seconds, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He shook his head and looked down at his own cooking hot dog, twisting it in circles slowly. “You’re paying for the next batch if we run out.”

Slowly, the rest of the sides began to make their way back to camp, just in time for the sunset. Remus did in fact have to go buy more hot dogs, and soon the sun was setting, and they were all roasting and or eating hot dogs around the fire, laughing and talking.

Eventually the conversation got to sleeping arrangements. They brought three tents, so that meant two people per tent. After some decision making, they chose the same groups they went off in today. Logan and Janus, Roman and Patton, and Remus and Virgil.

They roasted marshmallows around the fire, most of the sides roasting golden marshmallows, unlike Remus, who completely burnt his marshmallow and ate the s’more in one bite.

After dinner and s’mores, the sun had completely set, and they chose to go on a walk down to the dock that was by the lake. At first, Logan hadn’t wanted to go, but soon after, he was proven very wrong, and he knew damn well he was extremely glad that he was dragged on the walk.

The reason? Upon arriving at the dock, Logan took one look up and any negative thoughts, emotions, and words all just faded away.

Stars.

Hundreds of beautiful stars freckled across the night sky, the light of the moon reflecting in the ocean. He swore he could almost see galaxies among the bright lights, his eyes widening as a shooting star bolted across the sky.

It was truly beautiful.

Logan could sit out all night and admire every star individually, and he knew even then he wouldn’t be able to take in the full beauty of all the stars visible to him, even by morning.

Sitting down at the end of the dock, Logan let his eyes flicker among the stars. He tried to take in the beauty. Take in the light. Truly enjoy the stars. And he was. Well, until...

”Hey- guys?”

Everyone perked their heads up to look at Virgil, who had spoken. He had his eyebrows furrowed and he was looking around. “I... Don’t mean to be a party pooper, but... Could we go back-? It’s... Kinda spooky out here.”

Roman let out a loud groan, making a dramatic noise. “Come o n ! We ju st got here! Look at the stars!” He threw his arms out, flopping down next to Logan. “Look at the beauty our universe holds! Look at mE, for crying out loud!” He pointed at himself, making Logan facepalm.

Virgil sighed. “...Okay. I can just go back myself, then.” He mumbled, crossing his arms and turning to leave, only for Patton to stop him. “Ah, ah ah! You aren’t leaving on your own, us 6 have to stick together! So we’re all going back right now!” He said, making Roman huff. “But- but Patton! We’re adults!! We can stay out here alone!”

“Yes, and I’m well aware of that. But I don’t want you guys to stay out here alone! Something could happen!” He said, making the other groan. “Come on, we’re going.” He began to walk back with Virgil.

Logan had a visible frown on his face as he got up, making Roman tilt his head and go over to him, letting Jan and Remus walk ahead of them. “You good, nerd?”

Logan sighed. “Satisfactory, yes.” He said as they began to slowly walk. Roman frowned. “You’re a bad liar. You can talk to me, y’know?” He said quietly, starting to look around.

Logan was silent, and Roman didn’t push it. He didn’t want to make Logan mad at him, so he simply left it. Until Logan did speak. “...I am simply... Unhappy about leaving the dock. The stars were quite remarkable to look at, and... I’m unsure if they’ll resemble this exact, beautiful state again.” He said quietly, frowning and letting his head bow, quietly watching his feet move forward and drag back with every step he took.

Roman frowned a little, letting out a sigh. “...I see. I’m sorry, Logan.” He said quietly, pushing his hands into his pockets. “That’s quite an understandable reason to be upset, if it makes you feel any better.” He pointed out, making Logan sigh and nod. “Thank you, Roman.” He cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. “...Well, we are almost back at camp. I suggest we put out the fire and make use of our tents for the night.” He said, receiving a nod in response from Roman.

After arriving back to camp and talking a little more, they did just that. They put out the campfire, confirmed sleeping arrangements a final time, got ready for bed, then ducked into their tents. Everyone fell asleep quite quickly, except for Remus, who kept getting mumbles from an annoyed Virgil saying, “Go to hell to sleep.”

Oh, and Logan. He was laid out in his tent, his glasses next to his sleeping bag as he lay curled up, shivering from the cold and sighing. He could hear Janus’ soft breathing from the sleeping bag next to his, and part of him wanted to wake him up so the nerd wouldn’t be confined to his lonesome, but he wasn’t going to take sleep from Janus for his own comfort.

He eventually did lure off to sleep, soft snores escaping him as he lay curled up in the beanbag, his mind slipping into a dreamless, yet relaxing state.

It was a long night, yet peaceful.

• • •

”Logan- Logan! C’mon, wake up-!”

”Mmh...?”

Logan stirred in his sleeping bag, eyes slowly opening as his head turned to face wherever the whisper-shouting voice was coming from. His eyes fluttered open, and he let out a small gasp as Roman was suddenly there. The prince pressed his fingers to his lips and shushed Logan, whispering to him. “Shh... C’mon.” He carefully left the tent, and Logan was just confused at this point.

He glanced around tiredly, grabbing his glasses and putting them on after rubbing his eyes, turning to look at Janus’ sleeping bag. He was still there. Still fast asleep, unphased by Roman’s sudden appearance.

Logan opened his mouth and then closed it, letting out a sigh. He carefully crawled out of the tent, frowning confusedly when he noticed it was still dark. ...What was Roman planning?

Getting up, he quietly zipped up the tent, then made his way over to Roman. “...What are you doing?” He whispered, a confused frown on his face.

Roman just grinned at him, taking his hand. “You’ll see.” He whispered, taking him out of the camp area containing the tents- where everyone was still sleeping, Logan assumed- turned left, and began to walk.

Logan asked questions all the way to their destination, until they eventually began to near it, and it clicked in Logan’s mind.

They were going to the dock.

”Roman, why...” Logan’s face was full of confusion as he turned his head to look at the prince-like side, who just smiled at Logan. “You said you wanted to see the stars for longer, did you not?” His voice came out in a soft, gentle tone as he guided Logan onto the dock, stopping near the endHe smiled at the nerd, carefully going down and laying on the dock, ignoring the wetness of the wood below him. He gazed at the sky for a few moments, then looked to Logan again. “...Well, are you going to watch the stars with me, or not?” He said, to which Logan shook his head as if he was snapping out of something, then carefully nodded, slowly laying down next to Roman.

They were quiet as they silently laid there, gaze flickering among the pretty stars that rested above their heads, just enjoying the stars and each other’s company.

”Mmm... Logan?”

”Yes, Roman?”

”...Do you know a lot about astrology?”

”...I’d say so, yes.”

”Can... Can you teach me a bit?”

”Why... Certainly, Roman.”

And so Logan began to talk quietly, falling into a ramble. About constellations, about the solar system, things like that. Roman stopped watching the stars, turning to gaze at Logan with fond eyes. He could listen to him talk for hours. Although Logan’s voice may have seemed monotone and lacking most emotion, Roman liked it. Adored it, even. He wasn’t sure why, but Logan’s voice was just beautiful to him. God, Logan was just...

Roman wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing, but it happened before he could stop it. Next thing he knew, he was moving closer and closer, until eventually...

His head moved up, and his lips were on Logan’s.

Logan was shocked by it at first, his eyes wide. Roman realized what he was doing and pulled away, letting out a gasp. “Oh- jesus, um- I’m sorry, I didn’t m-mean to do that-“ He started to get up. “I-I can just-“

Logan pulled him back down before he could go, pressing their lips together once again. Roman let out a gasp, freezing for a moment before slowly melting into the feeling, closing his eyes and returning the kiss. “...Hm.”

They stayed like that for god knows how long, just smoochin’ under the stars. They both felt calm, and quite good.

Eventually, they pulled away for air, both panting as they stared at each other. Roman was the one to break the silence. “...W-Wow.” Logan blinked, nodding in agreement. “...Y-Yeah. Wow.”

Roman gazed at him for a few more minutes, eyes slightly wide. He eventually took a small breath and let out a little laugh, Logan responding with a flustered smile. The creative side carefully laid down next to Logan, and they stayed quiet. They could talk about the kiss later, but for now they just wanted to enjoy the stars, and enjoy each other.

Eventually, they fell asleep under the night sky with a small smile occasionally coming up on both of their faces, fingers intertwined which eventually led to the two scooting closer to one another.

You can imagine the fun that pursued when Patton woke up and was unable to find Logan or Roman anywhere.

~

apologies if this seems rushed ^^;

[babyluvuris]

im not sure if you got my ask asking for bipolar kurapika headcanons a long time ago (because i really liked your leorio ones!) sorry if you did get it and you just didn't want to answer it, im just not sure if tumblr ate the ask or not ;~;

aaa dw abt it a just !! ajhksjhkjhk am very forgetful n if i dont answer an ask right away i completely forget i got it BUT im so glad you enjoyed my bipolar leorio headcanons and i really hope you enjoy these too !! 

when kurapika is manic, they almost always hyperfocus on something from the kurta village and attempt to recreate it. once during a bad bout of mania, they remembered a very specific recipe their mother used to make for them on their birthday… they spend hours in the kitchen trying to make it for themselves, and only end up with a huge mess they wont clean up for at least 4 days and themselves on the floor sobbing into their knees

whenever they get a new lead on a pair of scarlet eyes they go in extreme not taking care of themselves mode. like the eyes are the absolutely only thing in the world that could possibly matter to them and the only reason they eat at all is becus they cant keep working if theyre too dizzy from hunger..they will only eat maybe once or twice every three days.. literally just enough to keep themselves from keeling over

that being said tho they literally just dont shower during that time, like their physical health just continues to deteriorate until eventually they do get their hands on the eyes… 

they have a special kurta prayer for each pair of eyes every time they prepare to leave the make shift church they put together to house the eyes,, if they miss a pair for any reason they panic and get .. honestly a bit delusional? like they go on extended fantasy day dream scenarios where the owner of the eyes they weren’t able to pray over is unable to find peace… the next time the visit they say both their usual prayers and a prayer for forgiveness 

speaking of psychosis ! they have it ! let me spend like a couple of bullet points talking about psychosis as a bipolar symptom so get ready 

so like. kurapika does have psychosis they DO  hallucinate and no i dont just mean that one 99 episode i MEAN that kurapika has a ton of auditory and tactile hallucinations as well as a bit of visual hallucinations as well

auditory: kurapika hears a lot of voices, most of which being their parents and pairo and the village elder,, they hear voices that claim to be members of the kurta clan as well, and kurapika is devastated to realize how many of them he cant recognize 

they tell kurapika how badly they hurt them, that they shouldve died along with the rest of their clan, that they deserve to be slowly dying now… theres nothing theyve said that kurapika doesnt believe 

tactile: they feel spiders crawling on them a lot :(( they will go absolutely bonkers in bed at night ripping the covers and sheets up becus they were so so sure that they felt something crawling on them… theyve spent more than a few nights not sleeping. AT ALL. just in the corner crying with all the lights on because they couldnt find anything but they cant be sure theres no spider so they refuse to get back into bed 

visual is very much similar to the last with spiders and dead clan members  except y’know… they just will randomly catch a glimpse of someone/something and its gone before they can really check it out and it absolutely scares the shit out of them every time… they spend the rest of the day extremely paranoid and very skittish 

speaking of paranoia they like are constantly in a state of “im seconds away from getting killed by a phantom troupe member stalking me or from emperor time catching up me” not apathetic i mean they are literally. looking over their shoulder constantly and hyperventilating when they have a physical pain they dont understand… as much as they want to die theyre so fucking scared its gonna happen before they can collect all the eyes and give them a proper burial… absolutely terrified of facing their clan in the afterlife after failing them twice over

okay okay OKAY writing these made me very sad actually i honestly DONT have it in me to finish this with nice happy bipolar headcanons oof anon please come back to me one day and ask for happy bp headcanons… you deserve them…. ALSO i didnt proofread any of this before hittin that post so if anythign sounds badly worded and if theres a word missing in a sentance its becus IM manic and wrote these up with a racing mind djhasjhkdasjhkasjhk 

[musubiki]

by the by here some oscar headcanons

➞

same age as the other 3, ends up getting into the same class as them

the excited sunshine friend (tm)

also surprisngly the most normal out of all of them. the only one with both his parents

the 1st person he runs into is lime and hes excited!!!! dude!!!! long time no see remember me????? were in the same class now how cool is that????????????

he was limes best friend in early middle school. they would get into so. much trouble. 

so he is notoriously out of the loop for literally everything thats happened 

he sees mochi down the hallway and hes all “Oh my god., iis..is that...mochi palms????” “YEAH shes in our class too”

at first hes a bit playfully mean to her

BC LAST HE KNOWS HER AND LIME WERE MORTAL ENEMIES

lime has to literally stop him from bullying her and let him know that theyre on good terms already chill out

(hes not a bully by nature but him and lime used to tease her in middle school and he was just backing lime fjdksdf)

FORCEFULLY APOLOGIZES TO HER. “IM SORRY LOL,.,.,,, I THOUGHT YOU GUYS WERE STILL ENEMIES IM NOT A JERK I SWEAR”

mochi just kinda laughs it off. its ok. relax

hes a HUGE like. ghost adventures fan. hes always chasing paranormal cryptid shit. but hes not scared of it. he goes and calls the ghosts asshole wimps

hes the only one out of the group that doesnt live in the town. he has to take like a 10 minute bike ride to the nearest bus stop and then its another 10 minute bus ride to the school

he lives in a very rural country setting outside the city. theres a lot of like farms and feild out there, but his parents wanted to live in the clean quiet air kind of place (insp from my neighbor totoro kind of place)

oscar takes wood shop as an elective, and he kind of likes it. hes made a bunch of wooden little projects for fun. 

hes also pretty good at carving by hand. once he made a little wodden horse,. it had a dumb looking head and its legs were too short, ubt you win some you learn some nfdksf

sometimes the drama club needs some more specific props. mochi has to go ask him for help because coco is too stubborn. “Can’t we just make it out of like????? cardboard?????/ please???????????” “Or we can have oscar do it for free”

this is because once she asked him and he insisted $300 dollars cash payment. mochi asked him later and hes like “OH sure. np👌” we hate him

HE DOESNT HATE COCO HE JUST JOKES AROUND WITH HER SOMETIMES AND FORGETS TO ADD THE “JUST KIDDING” TO THE END OF IT. SO SHE THINKS HES SERIOUS

him and coco got off on the WRONG ASS FOOT. 

1st interaction was when coco was climbing through the window of the classroom, late to class again, with the teacher that hates her. she was trying to be discrete, oscar is sitting right by the window, she has no idea who this new kid even is, tells him “scOOT YOUR ASS BEFORE HE SEES ME”

ofc oscar is like “????? no wtf” AND SHE ENDS UP FALLNIG ON HER FACE. the teacher looks suspiciously in their direction, shes fokojng hiding behind oscar and mochis tables. “WHY ARE YOU MAKING SO MUCH NOISE OVER THERE OSCAR????” 

“Uhhh its not me its this chick hiding behind me”

que to coco running out of the room with the pissed off teacher chasing her (eventually she outsmarts him and makes it back to the room,., another teacher has to sub because all the running made the other one faint. coco: 34, teachers: 0)

“Whyd you rat me out like that you piece of fruit????!??!?!?!” “?????!?!????? I DOnt want to get in trouble fix your time managment next time” life is hard when you meet someone = to your sass level

overall hes not a sassy guy though. hes a good hearted kid and a good soul but he can totally ROAST you if you come after him. so HAHA now cocos super irritated by him,. oscar just kinda lets it go and forgets about it within an hour, coco is salty for 700 days. 

lime is overjoyed that now someone is here that can actually piss her off 

for unknown reasons oscar is supremely capable of pushing her buttons and no one knows how. he doesnt even mean to he can say literally anything and shes annoyed. [confused nick young meme]

his favorite holiday is ALSO HALOWEEN and is the self-proclaimed king of halloween. this sparks the biggest rivalry between two self proclaimed royalty claiming that they go harder on halloween

cocos main interest in the holiday is more of the ‘get free candy, harass young children, tp houses’ vibe, whereas oscars is more,,. ‘im gonna lure out all the ghosts and no one can stop me’

problematic bc coco is actually kind of afriad of ghosts

once mochi and lime had to stay at their shops for part of the night for the trick-or-treaters, so coco and oscar went trick or treating together. oscar LITERALLY had an ouija board and was READY TO CONTACT THE OTHER SIDE,. COCO WAS FREAKED THE HELL OUT “DUDE PUT THAT DEMON SHIT AWAY WTF????????!?!?!?!!!!”

coco is better with makeup but oscars outfits are better quality

he is also the only one to suspect that mochi is more than normal. he cant put his finger on what it is about her exactly but he feels like something is off. his 1st theory was vampire (quickly disproven bc she obviously. goes in the sun. and hes seen her reflection before.

 his 2ND AND MAIN THEORY IS PERHAPS 2) MERMAID.

carries around a notebook to record evidence on supernatural and mochi theories.

“okay 1. lives near the ocean, 2. no one knows of her late night activies, 3. never goes in the water, 4. always drinking water SHE MUST BE A MERMAID”

lime is just shaking his fiukcjng head (post-reveal)

once he saw her cat and literally asked her “..........are you a witch?” at first shes SHOOK but then kinda stares at him for a while, before answering “is this another one of your conspiracy theories” “or a mermaid. are you a mermaid?”

not a bad dancer. actually pretty good,

one time mochi and lime go over to his house for a project. his house is near the border of a big forest. mochi never tells him theres powerful forest spirits in there

but his home is a great safehouse later on. sometimes they make the trip out there just to relax in the mountain air. peaceful(tm)

hes the last of the squad to be introduced, but i havent decided if him or coco find out about mochi first. also havent decided on what his power is going to end up

always drops by mochis shop after school for a snack. hes a little hurt because he has to pay for it whereas lime gets stuff for free LMAOO

he can tell pretty easily that mochi is crushing on lime. he teases lime about mochi too. chaotic nuetral “Have you guys hooked up yet?” “HAHA NOOoo wTF are you TALKING about.,..,..”

the bigass weeb. watches anime and cartoons. pretends like hes the edgy cool guy(tm) but hes really not. literally wears a gravity falls shirt. loser

[hazcoms]

A little info and backstory on Hazcom DILF, my crush, who I tag as M.

He is a safety instructor, now exclusively for wind energy students it seems, at the tech school I go to. He was one of the two guys who gave us our class on hazcom and fire safety in nursing school (which was in 2018), probably the best day of school I had in that class. I had so much fun in that class, and it didnt help that I like M a lot.

When I first saw him, I knew I was going to have a problem bc this guy was my type. Dark hair with a bit of grey, scruffy facial hair, attractive outfit, and just the energy he possessed. His voice was interesting, one of the girls in class compared it to Steve O, but he also had a southern-ish accent so that made things funnier with that comparison.

He and the other instructor, we'll call him "Fire Guy" or "S," were hilarious. Not only as people themselves, but also as a team. They took jabs at each other and us as well. Although, M seemed to be a little less...I dont know, not mean, but rather...teasing? When he talked. I really dont know how to describe it. But S teased us far more than M did.

M and S both know my father, apparently, and that made me feel even more awkward about my growing attraction to M. Other than asking me about him and asking me a question about smoke during a slideshow, they did not really call me out. I was still pretty shy and quiet at that point, but if I had the class now I'm sure I would have been louder and participated more.

Anyways, the class started with one of our nursing teachers guiding us to the building where we had the class. It's detached from the main building, and to get to it you have to climb up a little hill made of big gravel and go past a weird object that S called "a rocket ship." It's a big cylindrical thing and I have no clue what it actually is and I havent had the courage to ask anybody what it is in all my years at this school.

Walking past the rocket ship, we were dive bombed by a flock of pigeons that apparently live inside the thing, and it scared all of us and it felt like resident evil. You know, the crows in 1 and 0 that come at you for breathing wrong? That's how it felt. So we ran the rest of the way.

In the building, it was freezing. Like 40 degrees. It was a good thing I wore a jacket, but others were not so lucky and they had to occasionally go outside to get warm. Later on in the class if we complained about how cold it was, they would turn down the temperature even more to make it colder. Funny, but irritating. We all sat down, and since none of us really knew each other, we sat sporadically at different tables. Some of us, including myself, were by ourselves. I was happy with that.

The first teacher to come in was S. M came in a few minutes later, but I didnt know he was M, his name was said by my teacher to be our instructor but since S was more talkative and acted like he was the teacher, I assumed he was M. But he wasnt, obviously.

As the two instructors prepared to teach us or whatever, they played a video of like...fail compilations for whatever reason. And that changed to a more safety focused thing when the video they played was a fail compilation themed around people setting themselves on fire. As a huge Jackass fan, I found this hilarious. Then they played the fire safety scene from the Office, and then a video known as Highway to Hazmat Hell (Watch here). If you don't want to watch it, it's basically a truck carrying cylinders under pressure which start falling off and a bunch of explosions and crashes happen while Highway to Hell by AC/DC plays. Great video.

After the video was done, M came to the front of the room and put his backpack down on the table, then sat/leaned on it. S went to the podium and began introducing himself and what the class would be about. I watched M the whole time, entranced by how attractive he is. The teacher really had to be hot and me get a crush? I thought I left that shit in middle school. But apparently not.

After S told us about himself, then he introduced M as "6'3, 170 lbs, and single" (still not sure that the first two are true although he is rather tall) and a few other things. When he said he was single, I felt myself turn all warm. I avoided looking at him. And it was true that he was single, because M had gotten divorced recently and said that he preferred being single. I didnt really care though considering I have no chance with him and I'm already in a lifelong relationship. Even if I wasnt, he knows my father and is old enough to BE my father. I wouldnt date him but I admit I would hook up with him had I been single myself and the circumstance occurred.

Anyways, he told us his life story, and then we got to introduce ourselves. This was where I found out they know my dad, because I said my last name and M looked at me and smirked and said "oh, shes (dads name) kid!" And S was like "oh yeah" and something else I didnt pay attention to because my face was on fire from M even paying attention to me and I became all shy.

After we all introduced ourselves, the slideshow on fire safety began. The first question S asked was, "what elements are needed to start a fire?" A girl in my class, one of the funniest, said, "uhh...fire?" I get where shes coming from, fire is an element in the four elements sense, but he meant like..chemicals or whatever.

So we all had a good laugh at her, and she happens to be from Texas so they would attribute her "stupidity" to that. S told us what is actually needed for a fire to start, and talked more about that. Then came to the subject of smoke, and S asked us what smoke is. Texas girl said "its smoke." We all laughed again, and S was just rolling his eyes and laughing. I dont think he genuinely thought she was stupid, because she isnt, but he wanted to laugh at her being "dumb."

The lecture continued and eventually we noticed this windowed room beyond a glass door attached to this room was beginning to look hazy. We pointed it out in concern, thinking that maybe they were testing us, but S was like "oh it's just humidity" and we went on with the lecture. Eventually the haze got super super noticeable and M and S called us out on it, asked us why we didn't do anything about the smoke, but it ended up that it was a smoke machine they were using to fuck with us. Which was, admittedly, pretty funny.

Later on, S told us we were going down to the shop to practice using a real fire extinguisher. Not the powder ones, just a water one, since powder would make a mess and fuck with the oxygen. So we all went to climb down that gravel hill, only to realize there was a sidewalk that went up it and M was like "you guys can go that way but I'll walk on the sidewalk like a normal person" which made me laugh and also annoyed at myself for choosing the gravel hill, because it slides down when you walk on it and I almost fell like multiple times.

So we got to the shop and there was this little box thing connected to a propane tank, it looked almost like part of a grill. M explained that it can be controlled to light on fire, similarly to a grill, and the fire can be put out using the same controls or a fire extinguisher. It's used specifically for fire extinguisher training apparently.

S went and filled up the fire extinguishers with water, as they were empty, then brought them out and showed us how to use them. But honestly, me and Texas girl and another girl we will call F were all paying attention to M. More on that later. Anyways, S asked why we were distracted and one girl was like "Texas girl is trying to get M's snapchat" which was a joke, I don't think he even had one.

Next came our time to use the fire extinguishers- we ALL had to do it and it was in front of everyone. Less than half of the class got to put out the fire on the magic training box, which was controlled by M, before it started raining. Like a literal downpour of rain, right out of nowhere. Along with the rain getting us wet (no pun intended irt M) it kept putting out the fire training box, PLUS there was some kind of problem with the gas and the fire training box.

So S sent us with M back to the building so he could figure out what was wrong with the fire training box. M then taught us the hazcom lessons- bloodborne pathogens, PPE, hazmat procedure, MSDS, placards and their meanings, etc. Then he got into the storytelling phase, which was the most entertaining thing.

First he told this story about a guy he either knew or someone he knew knew, who died from rat poison. Then he talked a bit about his time in the oilfield before moving to wind energy, and he told us about how one time they had this bottle of methanol in what looked like a water bottle, and one of his coworkers came in and just started drinking it. Like, he didn't notice it was in fact NOT water and WAS methanol, and just kept drinking it. M did not elaborate on the fate of this guy, but I can't imagine it was good.

Now came the best story. Liquid Fire. Liquid Fire is an infamous drain cleaning chemical that if you Google it, will show results of news about bad things happening with it. But they do still sell it, I found some in a hardware store and took a selfie with it which I intend to show to M if I ever see him again. Anyways, the story began with M's bath/shower drain being clogged for seemingly no reason, until he found out it was because his kids kept shoving their bath toys down the drain. M tried traditional drain cleaners and other methods, but none worked, so he went to this local hardware place (which my mom has a vendetta against because the people who work there are apparently real cunts) and found a product called Liquid Fire. He claimed that seeing it had a skull and crossbones on it made him sure it would work well.

One of the employees warned M that Liquid Fire was strong, and to only use a certain amount each time. But M said that he was stupid because he's a man and ignored this advice, using much more Liquid Fire than necessary. But the stuff worked, it unclogged the drain, so he continued to use it. Until one day, his bathroom started smelling weird, and he couldn't figure out why. So he hired a plumber, and the plumber looked at the drain.

The plumber then told M that the smell was because his shower water was draining directly under the house and stagnating. M asked why. Plumber explained that his pipes? Gone. Disappeared. Not there. After some investigation, they discovered that it was the Liquid Fire which destroyed the PVC pipes completely, it is THAT corrosive and he used THAT much of it. The reason it worked so well on the bath toy problem was because it was literally dissolving the plastic toys, and when it got done with them, it moved on to the pipes.

After M told the story he paused for laughter, which we did a lot of, and from then on Liquid Fire became a running joke between me and F, and a story I'd reference all the time, even to people who weren't there. We then went over a bit more stuff that I don't remember exactly, and S came back in saying the rain had stopped and the fire box was working again.

Well, part of that was true. The fire box wasn't working again, but using some kind of gas and a cigarette lighter from one of my classmates, S got it working again. The class then got to continue putting out the fire, and guess who was dead last? Yeah, me. Back then, I was a scrawny little thing. I'm 5'1, and then I was a size 00 XS who weighed 90 pounds and carried all that weight in her breasts (still where most of my weight is btw). So yeah, I had some trouble picking up the fire extinguisher. They're heavier than you think. S had to literally stand behind me and help me hold the damn thing- it was embarrassing enough being last, but being the only girl in class who could hold the extinguisher herself? Even worse.

I can only imagine how flustered I would've been if M had been the one holding me and the extinguisher. I may have just passed out. Anyways, I get to finally use the extinguisher!! By then, it was in a downpour again, but we couldn't delay anymore because lunch break was coming up and we didn't have time to delay.

So I'm in the pouring rain, held by S, extinguishing a controlled fire. But as soon as I got it out the first time, my celebration was cut short because M TURNED IT BACK ON. And the funny thing? HE LOOKED RIGHT AT ME AND SMIRKED AS HE DID IT. HE LAUGHED THE SECOND TIME. That's right, there was a second time, because he turned it back on after I extinguished it FOUR TIMES!!!!

Now I don't know why he did this to me in particular, or why he found it so funny, but at the time I was irritated. Later on I thought about it and was like oh. Wait. He was teasing me, that's kinda cute. So anyways after the fourth time of tormenting me in the pouring rain, I got the fire out and it was lunch time, so me and the class bid S and M goodbye.

Later, after we all got back from lunch, Texas girl called M a dilf. And oh my God did I feel relieved that I wasn't the only one who thought so. F also was attracted to him, while the girl who sat next to me was weirded out bc apparently he looks like her dad. We discussed M for a bit before the teachers got back.

From that day on, M was on my brain CONSTANTLY. I'd see him occasionally (check out my diary tag for M incidents) around the school and freak out each time. I still, to this day in 2021, have feelings for M. And they're strange feelings, because Im obviously in love with my boyfriend and we are getting married asap and I'd never leave him, but I talked over my situation with M with my therapist and she said it was fine.

Anyways, that's the story of M. Check out my diary or M tags for more stories and feelings about him. If you actually read this, thanks, and I hope you enjoy my blog.

[babylon-bitch]

Just Friends ~ I'm Scared Of Myself (part 56)

Harper White is best friends with Luke Hemmings, they always have been. Not only is she  friends with the rockstar, but with the rest of 5 Seconds Of Summer, as well as a really nice girl named Erika.

Harper has a few secrets, she can play all the instruments the boys play and many more. It’s a talent she has kept hidden, only very few people know.

What will happen to the six teens, wondering around the world together?

Warnings: mentions of depression and language

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“Bye mum, I’ll text when I land, see you soon.” I say.

“Have a safe flight, tell Angus to text me back, and tell Josh to Skype me again soon. Tell everyone I love them, bye.” She replies.

“Bye dad, hopefully I’ll see you soon enough.” I smile at him.

“Be careful, and study hard, bye we love you.” He pulls me into a hug.

“Love you guys too, bye.” I wave and turn around, making my way further into the airport.

After a while I’m all sorted, I’ve gone through security and now I’m just waiting for my flight back to England, which is going to be a long time, but I’ve got a book and my laptop so I’ll be good. There’s also a load of shops so I won’t be going hungry any time soon.

Slouching in my seat, I begin to respond to some emails, from viewers and companies.

“Harper?” Someone’s voice questions.

I look up and see Ashton and Calum.

“Oh, hey! What are you doing here?” I ask.

“Turns out we have a meeting in London before tour starts again. I didn’t know you were flying out today.” Calum explains.

“Well I thought I should get back because I’ve already missed so much school, so yeah. I also thought I should see a therapist quite soon, because if I’d get one in Australia, there’d be no point if I’d only be here for a couple days.” I tell them.

“Understandable, I can’t believe we’re getting on the same flight without know.” Ashton says.

“Yeah, what a coincidence.” I sigh. “Where’s Luke and Michael?”

“Somewhere over there, they’re talking to some fans or something.” Calum points to his left.

“Right, so what are you doing after your meeting?” I ask.

“We’re staying there for a couple more days, before we head to somewhere in Germany.” Calum replies.

“It’s gonna be so fun to get back on the road again, I’ve missed it, playing on my own in my room just doesn’t do it for me.” Ashton adds.

“Hey guys- Harper?” The voice of Michael Clifford fills my ears.

“Hello.” I nod and notice Luke walking towards us.

“What are you doing here?” He asks.

“What does it look like?” I deadpan.

“You’re gonna punch me?”

“Ugh, you annoy me so much, I’m so tired.” I groan.

“It’s like 8 in the evening you old lady.” Calum tells me.

“I was up most of the night, so cut me some slack.” I reply.

“Hey?” I hear Luke questions as he reaches us. “What’s going on?”

“Harper came to stop the plane so she could confess her love for you.” Michael teases.

“Now I will hit you.” I say and punch his side.

“Are you on your period or something?” Michael questions.

“Luke, tell him to stop.” I whine and pull his hand.

“Michael stop.” Luke sighs.

“Wow, you just saved the world Luke.” Calum sarcastically claps.

“You’re so scary, I’ll stop immediately.” Michael waves his hands in the air.

“I’m too tired for this.” Luke says and sits next to me.

“No wonder you’re Soulmates, you’re literally the same people.” Ashton shakes his head.

“Shut up.” I groan and go back to my laptop, that causes the others to drift into a conversation, I’m not sure what about but I’m not really listening so I don’t care.

“What you doing?” Calum childishly sings next to me, after a couple minutes.

“I’m responding to emails.” I’m boredly reply.

“Why.” Calum asks, keeping the same tone as before.

“Because I have to.” I sigh.

“W-”

“I’m moving.” I announce and close my laptop, beginning to get up.

“No! I’m sorry.” Calum whines as I begin to take a step, and grabs my hand.

“Will you stop annoying me?” I question.

“I promise.”

“Fine.” I say.

“Yay! Thank you.” He cheers and I sit down again, going back to what I was originally doing.

I don’t know why he wanted me to stay because he just goes back to talking to Ashton and Michael.

“How are you feeling? Like are you sore anywhere?” Luke speaks up after a while.

“Because of uh, being hit?” I question.

“Yeah.” He nods.

“Not really, sometimes if I lie down funny my hip and leg hurts, or if I lift something heavy for longer than a minute.” I answer.

“Well that’s lucky.”

“Yeah, I guess.” I stare down at my outstretched legs.

“I found a song the other day that reminded me of you.” Luke tells me.

“Yeah, what is it?” I ask.

“It’s by The Maine and it’s called I Only Want To Talk To You.” He says.

“I’ll look it up later.” I smile. “I love when people say they found something that reminds them of me, like you’re thinking of me, it’s so sweet.”

“Are you kidding? You’re always on my mind.”

“You could tag me in so many memes then.” I try to steer the conversation away.

“Nah, that Michael’s department.” He jokes.

“Yeah, that true, I bet you’re only discovering the troll face-”

“I’ve just gotta say, I’m so glad you guys are talking again, I know it’s none of my business, but it makes me so happy to see that you guys still have a relationship. Also, well done on your recovery Harper.” Someone that I figure is a fan says to us.

“Thank you.” I smile.

“It’s good to still be in contact.” Luke adds.

“Yeah, we’re still friends, we always will be.” I tell her.

“You honestly don’t know happy this has actually made me.” She beams.

“So what’s your name?” Luke asks.

“Felicia.”

“Oh my God, if we ever have children, can we name it Felicia?” Luke questions me.

“Maybe.” I laugh.

“I agree, you should name it Felicia.” Felicia agrees.

“No, if we ever had a child, it would be named after Ashton or Michael.” I shake my head.

“Imagine if we had an army of children, we could name them after all of us, Erika, Maddie, Calum, Ashton, Michael, Harper, and Luke.” Luke exclaims.

“An army of children?” I question.

“Yeah.” He nods.

“You’d make some hot babies between you.” Felicia interjects.

“Thank you.” Luke and I say in unison.

“Couple of things, I’m not gonna give birth 7 times, and I’m not letting you stick anything in me 7 times.” I claim.

“Yeah right, keep telling yourself that babe. Plus, if we ever had twins, we could name them Maddie Michael.”

“What if they’re both girls or both boys?” Felicia and I say unison.

“You don’t have to be a specific gender to be called a name, look at Michael for instance.” Luke points out.

“What on earth am I witnessing?” Felicia laughs. “All I came over here for was a picture and to talk a little.”

“So you didn’t like our chat about an army of children?” Luke asks.

“It was unique?” She trails off.

“Sure. So, picture?” I ask.

“Thank you.” She smiles and pulls her phone up and all three all pose.

“It was so nice meeting you.” I beam.

“Yeah, I’m glad and kinda sorry you witnessed us talk about an army of children.” Luke chuckles.

“You better name your child after me.” She grins and begins to walk away.

“Can’t make any promises.” I call.

“Army of children?” Michael questions.

“A small army.” I add.

“I agree with her, it is nice seeing you guys talk again.” Ashton smiles.

“Uh, forget that, you guys are gonna have a baby?” Calum asks.

“I mean, if we haven’t seen each other in a while, when we do, it’s gonna be electric baby.” Luke smirks and I look at him in disgust.

“Ew.” I grimace and push his head away.

“Don’t act as if you didn’t enjoy it when we were together.” He laughs.

“Past tense Luke, and I mean, I’m not gonna deny it, but now it’s gross.” I say.

“Yuck, it was bad enough for us to hear you guys talk about sex when you were dating, but now that you aren’t, it’s even grosser.” Ashton tells us.

“Why don’t you make a deal that if you are both 35 and single or something you’ll get married.” Michael joins in.

“We already made one of those, it was if we were 40 and single, we’d get together.” Luke confesses.

“What! Harper and I made one together too. If Harper and I were 38 we’d get married.” Calum exclaims.

“Well this is awkward.” Michael and Ashton say in unison.

“We made ours when were 15, when did you make yours?” Luke questions.

“When we were 17 or 18.” Calum says.

“We were most likely dating then!” Luke’s eyes widen.

“Fuck.” I burst out laughing.

“Okay, if we are both single my tomorrow, we will get back together, then fly to Vegas, and get married.” Luke proposes.

“Nope.” I say and put my hand on the back of Calum’s neck and begin to pull him in, but burst out laughing before he even gets remotely close to my face.

“Legit thought you were gonna kiss me.” Calum giggles.

“No, you’re not my type.” I say.

“What is your type?” Ashton laughs.

“Blondes with blue eyes, and maybe a lipring.” Michael mocks me.

“Well I’m not gonna disagree.” I shrug.

I love this, we’re all acting as we used to, which is so great. It’s not the slightest bit awkward, we’re actually having fun.

I continue to chime into the conversation every now and then whilst I continue to reply to emails, I know I’m going to be so greatful for doing it later on because I’ll be so tired.

“What do you think it’s like to shove an icicle up your ass?” I hear someone say.

“What?” I exclaim.

“New it’d get your attention.” Ashton chuckles.

“What butt stuff?” I question.

“Eh, you into it?” Michael asks.

“Not even the fucking slightest, bumholes creep me out, I don’t get why people are obsessed with asses, like shit comes out of it.” I shake my head.

“They’re so nice to put your hand on, they shape your body, embrace the ass, Harper.” Luke tells me.

“Someone put that on a t-shirt.” Michael laughs.

“Your hand was literally glued to my ass, I don’t get it, I didn’t mind it, I just don’t understand.” I say to Luke.

“Oh, Harper, sweet, sweet Harper.” Calum cooes.

“So you’re saying you dont like my ass?” Luke asks offended.

“That’s different.” I deny.

“How?”

“Well firstly, I didn’t have my hand on it 24/7.” I start off.

“You had the opportunity.” He smirks.

“I hate this conversation, an ass is an ass, nothing more to me.” I wave them off, and go back to my laptop.

“What seat are you?” Ashton asks.

“8C, what about you guys?”

“Well fucking lucky you, we got that row too, although, someone will be sat next a stranger.” Michael tells me.

“Fan-fucking-tastic.” I groan. “The thought of spending around 23 hours straight with you physically hurts me.”

“You love us really.” Luke teases.

“I guess, depends what kind of mood I’m in.” I shrug. “I’m not sitting next to Michael am I?”

“Not exactly, he’s 8D.” Ashton answers.

“At least he’s not right next to me.” I say.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom and cry now.” Michael wipes a fake tear away and storms off.

“Tragic.” I mutter.

“Could you imagine cleaning a plane?” Calum muses.

“Uh, yeah, I guess.” I trail off.

“Yeah but like it’s all empty, imagine hovering the floor.” He giggles.

“I want some of what ever you’re taking.” I mutter.

“Just air.” He clarifies.

“And a fuck ton of sugar.” Ashton mumbles.

“Ugh, it’s far too late for this.” I groan.

“It’s half 8, Harper.” Ashton deadpans.

“Your point?” I ask.

We all hear the sound of shoes squeaking towards then Michael appears infront of us, with a grin.

“I just saw someone’s wiener!”

“This is a conversation I’m not willing to go into.” I sigh.

***

The small movement under me causes me to open my eyes, and I grimace at the uncomfortable feeling in my ears.

“Oh, you’re awake.” The voice of Luke says.

“Yeah.” I sit up properly and rub my eyes, then realising where I just came from, more specifically, where and who I was leaning on, I had my head rested on Luke’s shoulder.

“Oh, sorry.” I sheepishly say.

“It’s okay, I had my head rested on yours too, not even 15 minutes ago.” He admits.

I lean back again and pull my phone out of my pocket. “How much longer left?” I ask, with a yawn.

“Uh, like half an hour or something.” Luke explains.

“Half an hour I’d like to spend asleep, so shut up.” The voice of Calum groans from next to Luke.

“Sorry.” We say in unison with a chuckle.

I lean my head on Luke’s shoulder again and go on my phone again. Luke affectionately scratches the side of my head, and goes back to his laptop.

“Here we have have a moody Calum, and a sleepy Luke and Harper.” Michael speaks up and shoves his phone in our faces.

“It’s too early for this.” I whine.

“My bad, we have moody Harper and Calum, as well as a sleepy Luke. Also, you were saying it was too late for this earlier.” Michael comments.

“Time is a thing, Michael Clifford.” I tell him.

“So tell everyone how it’s going guys.” Michael encourages us.

“Ugh, I will throw your phone out of this god damn plane.” I threat.

“Okay, uh, I’m going to go for a little bit, be back in a while, please send help.” He talks to his phone before ending it.

“Have this.” I say and throw a gummy bear at him.

“Oh, what that mouth do?” Michael smirks when I eat a gummy bear.

“A lot of things actually.” I say.

It’s a little while later now, we’re all waiting to be picked up, I’m sitting on my suitcase, Michael and Ashton are messing around, playing something like it on them, and Calum and Luke are on chairs with their phones. I’m being picked up my Angus and Josh, whilst the others are being picked by someone that I don’t know.

I’m actually terrified to face my brothers, it’s not like they will say anything negative about it, but I’m so ashamed. I have to face everyone else too, which I’m going to put off for a while.

I’m not sure if I’m going to tell my friends that it was a choice to stay and stand there, or not. They have a right to know, but they hardly know about me in that way.

I’m terrified of myself, I was actually capable of doing that, I willingly put myself in danger, with a plan that it would end everything. I’m terrifired of myself that I voluntarily stood still, because I was hurting so much.

I’m still hurting, and I still have that option.

I trust myself, I do, but there’s a piece of me that worries about how I’ll feel in the dark of the night, all alone, with things that could do some serious harm to myself.

“You look like you’re thinking hard, what’s up?” Luke interrupts my thoughts and tucks a part of my hair behind my ear.

“Uh, nothing.” I shake my head.

“Really? Because when I see you staring at the ground, and I say your name 3 times, and you don’t answer me, it seems like something important.” He points out.

I roll back on my suitcase to make some distance between us.

“Speak to me.” He softly says.

“I’m scared of myself.” I confess.

“Why?” He asks.

“Because I made a choice to not move, it wasn’t subconsciously or anything, I actually made that decision, hoping everything would end. I could do that again, at any time, and that scares me.”

“I get that, but I guess you just have to ask yourself, is this really worth it? Is it really worth ending a precious life, because you’re getting caught up in your feelings? I know it feels as if you’re suffocating, or the air is all clogged up and there’s no fresh air, but just wait or do something, until you get fresh air again. You begin to get used to clogged air, and forget what fresh air is like. I need you to promise me, that you won’t doing anything to yourself.”

“It’s not as easy as that, just saying I promise isn’t going to stop me from doing anything. Words can’t exactly stop everything, Luke. Look at how many promises I’ve made to you about this, I’ve broken every single one of them. Promises have just become lies to me.” I weakly state.

The sad sigh Luke does tells me he gets the last part.

“I know it’s a lot easier said than done, but that doesn’t mean you have to stop trying.”

“Try to what? Get better again? I’m so deep in this shit, I don’t think I can properly get out again, without the person that pushed me. I’m at a new rock bottom, and it’s so fucking low I can’t even see the top anymore.” I admit.

We stare at each other, Luke in disbelief and me in sadness.

“You really n-”

“I’ve gotta go.” I shake my head and picking my stuff up before making my way out the building.

“Harper, I-”

“Don’t, Luke, please.”

[roxy-davenport]

B Rated Restaurants

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Beta: @raspberrymama

Word Count: 1,149

A/N: This was written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 3 with the prompt, “Could you be any louder?” Humor and fluff.

                          Also on AO3

“Hi. This is Agent Platt. And I’m Agent Greer. We’d like to ask you a few questions if we can?” Dean asked confidently, flashing the Sheriff his fake FBI badge.

The Sheriff looked shocked but happy you guys were here. “Sure. They called you guys in for a case like this? Um...well we’re thinking some kind of animal attack. Get this, the hearts were ripped out and witnesses say they saw some sort of thing… creature.... something that peeled their skin off. Skin. And if that’s not weird enough, they claim the eyes were silver. I thought Miss Cunningham was bat shit crazy personally. Maybe drugs or booze or something? I don’t know. Weird thing is that forensics found skin, like a piece of skin, left. How disgusting and freaky is that?”

You looked up from his desk and saw a poster with a UFO and the quote, “The truth is out there.” Seeing a way to gain his trust, you jumped in, “That’s why they called us.”

“Oh man, like the X-Files. Shit. I knew that was real. Oh my god, are aliens real? How many of those episodes are real? How many monsters?”

Dean suppressed an angry growl and an eye roll. He worked to keep the frustration out of his tone. “We’d love to fill you in but agency policy is strict on not disclosing what we do or find. They could have our hides for just telling you X-Files exists. Can’t reveal all the creepy shit that goes on. Got a job to do to keep everyone safe.”

The Sheriff’s smile faded a little but he nodded in understanding. “Of course, let me take you guys back.” The Sheriff got up and slowly led you both to the back so you could all talk more. Hopefully, he'd share his folder with you guys so you can get all the specifics.

“Really?” Dean whisper yelled.

You rolled your eyes. “What? We bonded. He was suspicious from the beginning why Feds suddenly showed up. Now he has a reason he can understand.”

And just at that moment you let one rip that was so loud everyone at the station turned around to look at you. It sounded like a duck crawled up your ass and was struggling to come out. And it wasn’t a short one either, it went on eventually dying out with a little gurgling sound at the end. You froze not knowing what to do. You were frozen between shock and a huge laugh which was inappropriate given your FBI credibility.

“Could that be any louder?” Dean whispered and he stopped walked and slowly turned to face you. You nervously smiled at him. The Sheriff just cleared his throat, thinking it improper to say anything.

Your cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. You could feel another one on its way out. “Excuse me gentleman. My lunch doesn’t seem to be agreeing with me. I’ll follow up on that lead from this morning. Meet you in a hour?”

Dean looked confused. There was no lead in the morning. You guys just got here. Dean could be such an idiot at times. Sam would get it. God, did you wish Sam came with you instead of researching back at the motel. There was no way you were telling Dean there were more farts on their way. Save yourself, they might smell. No way in hell were those words coming out of your mouth, so you just waited awkwardly, hoping he would put it together. You cocked your eyebrow at him and pointed towards the door. He looked more confused.

Sighing you added, “It shouldn’t be long. I’ll take the car and see you in a bit.” Before Dean could answer you were making your way out of the door and into the Impala. The second you closed the door, you let out another very loud fart that hurt getting out. A woman with a stroller gave you a dirty look.

Come on, what was with fart shaming?! Farts happen. Was there no where a fake Fed could fart in peace? Your stomach was growling. Dean had to come back soon. Next stop: bathroom city. You didn't think Dean would appreciate you redecorating the Impala with diarrhea so he better get his hot ass over here.

He came out a few minutes later and saw you squiggling in your seat.

“What the fuck was that, Y/N?” Dean asked in a mixture of anger and confusion.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “The fart or the -.” You were cut off by your own fart, this one just as loud as the first and it sounded like a long quack. Dean looked over at you slightly concerned and then it hit the both of you at the same time. Dean couldn’t open the windows fast enough. He was coughing for air. You were gagging and begging for mercy. You were fanning yourself to try and get the stench out of the car.

“This is what happens when you say, ‘hey let's try that shitty hole in the wall restaurant. So what if it got a B rating?’”

“Wow, blaming this on me? Your body is toxic. Clearly.”

“Yes it is, thanks to that greasy burger. I think the burger was all grease and no actual meat. Your burger addiction is killing my stomach. We need to get home. My farts are just the harbingers. My stomach is annoyed, there will be more.”

Dean swallowed not missing a beat as he tore down the street racing to the motel. “You know this was not how I saw the hunt going.”

“You don't say? Me neither.”

He gave you bitch face before taking a deep breath and steeling himself for what he had to say. He was finally going to confess his feelings. “We’ve been hunting for a long time and I wanted to get you a drink cause I’m falling for you hard. Have been for a while. I love our close friendship but I want more. I got you your own room for a reason Y/N. I thought we might want our privacy from Sam if everything went well at the bar.”

“And you tell me this now, Winchester? Ugh, really Dean? And hey that’s presumptuous.”

“Should I have kept quiet? I think I’ve kept quiet too long. I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same way, And have you met me, I’m awesome. I’ll rock your world sweetheart.”

Your smirked at that. “For a confident ladies man you sure are a scaredy-cat. I felt the same way about you the entire time. Why didn't we say this earlier?”

“We’re idiots.”

“That we are. When I’m better we’re making up for lost time. And no B-rated restaurants Dean even in their rated "Best Burger" in whatever podunk town we’re in. Pinky swear.”

Dean smirked at you. “Pinky swear.”

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dUDE. jackcrutchie where crutchies having an Anxiety day and jack comforts him