#He looks angry here. but trust me he's a softie. totally. probably.

[cursedvida]

SAD EYES, BROKEN SMILE IV (Buggy x F!Reader)

PART III HERE // PART V HERE

WARNINGS: NSFW minors DNI, little smut, Buggy being nasty, swearing.

A/N: Part 4 of this and finally some smut. hope you enjoy!

You still can't believe you kissed Buggy. It was not in your plans to be so direct. You have never been so emotionally exposed, but is also true that you have no experience in romantic matters. You haven't been attracted to anyone before, or at least not in that way. Buggy brings out your most primitive instincts and clouds your reason, it's something you can't avoid.

But actions have consequences and so does kissing your captain. Buggy still hasn't recovered from the shock. The last thing he expected from you was a confession followed by a kiss. Ever since you joined his crew he noticed how you didn't quite fit in. You didn't seem very excited about show business, nor did you seem to be up for the shows. He didn't quite understand why you were so eager to be part of his crew, but it didn't seem strange to him either: he is Buggy the Clown, he is famous not only in the East Blue but also in the Gran Line. Pirates fear him, Marines hate him. He is a genius of deception and persuasion, his fame precedes him enough to attract new challengers. You might not quite fit in but it made sense that you didn't want to leave.

He still wasn't sure whether to trust you or not. Your confession had left him totally baffled and that kiss directly disarmed him. He would never have imagined such a reaction from you, do you really like him the way you say you do or is it just a strategy? Buggy is a really suspicious person, especially when good things happen to him. He doesn't want to believe that you like him because he knows that, if he does, he'll probably end up being disappointed. There's no way a girl like you, who could have anyone, really has feelings for him. Although she'll never admit it, of course, because he's a renowned pirate and people should consider it an honor to have him around.

Nevertheless, he is unable to take his eyes off you. He watches you as you clean the deck of the ship, he follows your movements at mealtimes with his eyes. He is able to count how many times a day you yawn or make that bored face that characterizes you so much. The more he looks at you, the prettier you look to him and the harder it is for him to control himself.

You notice his gaze fixed on you, although you don't know why he watches you with such intensity. Sometimes you have the feeling that at any moment he will leave you stranded on the first island you see, that your days in that crew are numbered. You think he might be very angry, Buggy's character is fickle and unpredictable at times, if he has taken the kiss badly he won't hesitate to make you pay for it. He shouldn't see it as an offense either, you may not be the most exceptional woman in the world but he might see it as a compliment just the same.

You try to avoid it or pretend nothing happened. Yes, the best thing will be to pretend, as you have been doing so far. But he keeps looking at you, all the time, and you start to get nervous.

"Y/N, I have to talk to you" you hear him call after lunchtime.

You tense up at that moment, you feel all your muscles stiffen, as if you were preparing for a fight. You have a strange feeling in your stomach, as if you were nauseous. The walk to his cabin is the longest you've ever walked, and it's only a few meters. When you finally find yourselves alone, you realize that you are unable to look at him. You, who are used to always looking the enemy in the eye, suddenly shy away from Buggy almost instinctively. You realize that deep down you are dead embarrassed.

"Did you call me, Captain?" you ask rather sheepishly. This whole thing is starting to get on your nerves. You're not like that, you're not a softie, not a shy, insecure little girl, you're a ruthless killer with several dozen deaths behind you. You don't understand why he makes you feel so weak, but when he's near you your head stops obeying you.

"Why did you do that?"

No beating around the bush, straight to the point. Buggy didn't want to waste any time. When you finally manage to look at him, his eyes look distrustful and at the same time somewhat hurt.

"It was a strategy, wasn't it?" he insists "You think I didn't notice?"

"A strategy?"

"Yes, to see if I forgot about what happened a couple of days ago. You were trying to divert attention."

You raise your eyebrows in disbelief. Come on, don't fuck around, did the asshole really think you kissed him on the mouth as a confusion strategy? But is he really an asshole or did he fall out of the cradle at birth?

"But are you stupid or what's wrong with you?"

That response on your part, so aggressive, so angry, makes Buggy totally bewildered. In his mind, the only plausible explanation for a girl like you confessing and kissing him is that you are, in effect, trying to gain his trust so that he will forget the suspicious things about you. He doesn't understand why you seem so infuriated.

"I find it amazing that you brag so much about how wonderful you are when then you're not even capable of believing that a girl can like you" You blurt out to him, crossing your arms.

"I've liked hundreds of women, I'm Buggy the…"

"Yeah, I know, we all know that" you cut him off coldly "You pretend you're so full of yourself, but deep down you have very little confidence in yourself."

"Be careful what you say, sweetie, the consequences can be very bad."

"Is it that hard for you to accept that I like you?"

That question catches Buggy totally off guard. It pains him to admit it, but it really does. Of course he's aware that many women are attracted to him, but they're always passing flings, people he's barely seen for a couple of days. People who, in the end, don't know him. You've spent months with him, you've seen him fail on several occasions, it's clear that you're talented and may one day become a really strong pirate. Besides, you're gorgeous and you're hot, he really does find it hard to believe that this whole thing isn't a hoax.

"If you're not attracted to me that's fine" you tell him "we're both adults, I can handle rejection. But stop underestimating my feelings, that's cruel."

Buggy is silent for a few moments, something quite unbecoming of him. Then he looks at you, still in disbelief.

"So you were serious about yesterday?"

"Of course it was serious!" you exclaim, exasperated "I've been doing a lot of-"

But Buggy's mouth won't let you finish. When you want to realize, his lips are on yours and his tongue, agile and curious, tries to enter your mouth with desperation. It's the first time someone kisses you in such a passionate way, as if somehow trying to eat you whole, so it's a little hard for you to react to his momentum. You move your lips to match his and your tongues begin a contest of strength. Buggy's kiss is deep, tastes like salt and face paint. It has a metallic aftertaste that hooks you and its smell of gunpowder and sea manages to numb your senses. Just when you think you're about to lose your balance, a hand detached from his body grabs you around the waist, pulling you closer to him, so close that you are only a few millimeters apart.

You'd been fantasizing about something like this for a while, but your wettest dreams were nowhere near as exciting as the real thing. Having Buggy kissing you as if the world was going to end at that very moment makes your stomach shrink and your legs shake as if they were made of jelly. You've never felt so vulnerable around anyone before, but you don't hate the feeling, it makes you feel good for the first time.

You wrap your arms around his neck. You want more of him, you want to hold him closer. You need to cling to him with such desperation that the slightest almost imperceptible draft that can fit between the two of you hurts. He senses that need of yours and automatically pulls you tighter against his torso. His kisses are deep, wet and with a slight hint of anger that makes them intoxicating.

"Fuck" he exclaims, pulling away slightly for air.

You let out a small moan, something that makes Buggy smile.

"What's up, little girl, do you want more?"

Now it is you who kiss him. Buggy responds with momentum, placing his leg between yours. His hands begin to explore your body over your clothes. You've never let anyone go this far, but with him you just want more and more. When you notice one of his hands stop at your crotch you freeze.

"I'm actually really looking forward to you" he comments, whispering huskily in your ear as he begins to rub between his hand and the fabric of your pants "I've been wondering for some time what it must be like to have you in my bed"

"What a liar you are" You manage to say, almost in a whisper. You notice how the fabric of your underwear is getting wetter and wetter "When I came you didn't even know my name".

"You're right" he nods, giving you a couple of kisses on your neck while his fingers press your most sensitive parts "I just knew you were a pretty face. Little girl, you're like a chocolate candy."

He then attacks your neck, making you moan. He slowly pulls down your pants, now the only barrier he has are your panties.

"Fuck, little girl, your panties are so wet" his voice sounds husky and very excited "I've barely touched you and you're already like this? Fuck, what a delight."

"Buggy…" You sigh. It's the first time a man has managed to get his hand on you and the feelings you are now experiencing are totally new. The pleasure, the swelling, the wetness… You feel like you're going to explode, that you need more contact, more intensity. You move me a little to make friction between his hand and your most intimate part "Buggy, I love it."

"I'm going to eat you whole, princess."

Buggy then removes his glove with his mouth and it is at that moment that he slips his long fingers under your panties. You open your eyes as you feel the direct contact between his skin and your most intimate area.

"So wet just for me, this is a treasure" he murmurs, quite pleased.

At first he just slides one of his fingers all over your intimate area, making your skin crawl with goose bumps. You swore you wouldn't let anyone have you at their mercy, but you've totally surrendered to him and when he finally locates your clitoris, gently caressing it with your own natural lubrication, you can't help but let out a moan.

"That's it, little girl. Yeah, moan for me" He smiles, quite pleased.

"It's… God, please Buggy don't stop doing it" you ask him, almost beg, because the pleasure is enormous.

Buggy starts stroking you faster, now you feel like your whole body is on fire, with a kind of heat right in the center of your belly that intensifies every time his fingertips brush against your skin. You start moaning helplessly as he slides his tongue down your neck until it reaches your cleavage.

"Buggy…" You can barely say anything, just moan his name, but that seems to delight you.

"I'm going to make you mine completely, Y/N. I hope you know what you've done."

But just as Buggy is about to slip one of his fingers inside you, someone knocks loudly on his cabin door, completely breaking the mood. You both tense up, giving a little gasp. Buggy lets out a huge growl, looking really pissed off.

"But who the fuck is it now!" he shrieks, hands still shoved between your legs.

"Captain" Cabaji's voice is heard "We have a problem, there's a Navy ship nearby".

"Fuck" Buggy roars, he'd probably love to beat the shit out of Cabaji for interrupting him at a time like this, but the reasons have been more than justified.

He looks at you with an annoyed look on his face.

"We're not done yet" It's not an apology, it's a warning.

You smile at him.

"I hope so, Captain."

[fabulousprancingtrashstallion]

No Mistle but you like Avallac'h

Probably because Avallac'h isn't a rapist. Unlike Mistle and Kayleigh, but thanks for letting me know that you were so butthurt by my personal opinion that you had to go scrolling through my blog to look for something to get angry over. I don't care if you ship Mistle and Ciri. You can go on your marry shipping way. I am literally not stopping you from doing that by posting my own opinion on my own blog. Properly tagged as anti-Mistle and all. Tumblr has made it MUCH easier to blacklist tags you don't like than it was back in the day. I suggest you do that. And before you go 'blah, blah blah forced baby blah blah' that was Auberon that wanted that baby. The king of the elves whose word is law. We are never really made aware of Avallac'h's wants or intentions one way or another. We do know however that his first action in the book is to help Geralt save his friends. He didn't HAVE to do that. He had all the reason in the world to hate humans and yet he helped Geralt's party. He was always patient, kind and considerate with Ciri... and you know... didn't rape her. Unlike Mistle. So... let's deep dive using my favorite tool... quotes directly from the book. Shall we?

First things first... Avallac'h chides her for being a brat. She's going around smashing things like a little kid. She's clearly embarrassed when he does this... so what does he do then? He 'quickly' makes an effort to comfort her. He didn't need to do that.

Again, he's blowing off the fact she broke priceless elven artifacts, so she won't feel bad. He is being considerate of her feelings. He's even 'lowered' himself by using continent Hen Ilinge instead of Ellylon. He didn't have to do that.

Avallac'h even defends her against Eredin. He didn't have to do that.

When Ciri is troubled that the King wouldn't sleep with her she runs right to Avallac'h. She clearly trusts him enough to come to him first with her problems every time. He patiently listens to her, but we can also tell something is bothering him. Maybe he doesn't like she has to do this. Maybe he's afraid he'll have to use the lab. We'll never know. But what do we know? He didn't have to hear her out or listen to her problems. He didn't have to do that.

This is the first time we actually see something other than stoic Avallac'h. 'Beware you don't know what you're risking' it isn't a threat. He's worried.

Here Ciri said really hurtful things to him if you know how much he really, truly seemed to love Lara. Even though Lara betrayed him. What does he do? Instantly forgives her and hugs her... telling her he's already forgotten it. He didn't have to do that. I would wager that for some reason... Avallac'h does care for her otherwise he wouldn't have done all these things.

Here for reference is Auberon threatening Ciri and being a total dickwad. Here we discover why Avallac'h was so keen to make sure she didn't piss off the king. Auberson doesn't just not care for humans he outright hates them and as seen later slaughtered them all. Although to be entirely fair in this regard we don't know the reason for that. Perhaps in retaliation for Lara his daughter. Yea, you read that right. Lara was his daughter so that makes Ciri his.... yeah, ew.

After her fight with Auberon Avallac'h mysteriously disappeared. Hmmm... why, oh why could that be? He's been there every other time...

Eredin is genuinely surprised so it couldn't have been him. Perhaps Avallac'h poisoned the king to protect Ciri.

Even Eredin who hates Avallac'h admits that Avallac'h has a certain code of honor.

And bonus! Avallac'h mentions helping humans/helps Geralt to save his friends. He really is a softy under it all. Now compare that to my other ask with lines with Mistle... well... the choice is obvious LINK HERE Hence... my preference. The end. Good day to you anon. Va fáill

[anomia-sama]

Akutagawa x Reader | Dark Chocolate

Pairing: Ryuunosuke Akutagawa x Reader

Warnings: Gender neutral reader (they/them), probably uncorrect english, curses, verbal aggression. 

Notes: Nobody asked for it, this Headcanon is just my way to wish you a happy St. Valentine’s Day, full of love, warmth and affection; even if you’re single, you deserve to celebrate love. Love for yourself, love for you significant others, love for your life! I hope you’ll enjoy it.

Small reminder: In Japanese tradition, only women give chocolates to men, but I wanted to write a more inclusive Headcanon, so I used Gender Neutral pronouns. There’s a huge difference between Honmei Choco and Giri Choco. The so-called Honmei choco (known as the "true feeling chocolate") is given by women to men whom they have romantic feelings for, like husbands, boyfriends or desired partners. It is a qualitatively better chocolate, and it’s generally quite expensive, but sometimes it can be home-made. The so-called Giri choco (known as "obligation chocolate") is given by women to male co-workers or friends, as a customary gift. It’s cheaper and less refined, but it’s a very apreciated symbol of respect and friendship.

◈ ━━━━━━━━  Headcanon ━━━━━━━━ ◈

Akutagawa is totally clueless about St. Valentine’s day. Seriously, he knows nothing about it! He has no idea of the cultural meanings of February 14th and he doesn’t know much about traditional gifts linked to this celebration.

First of all, he never had time to devote to such a nonsensical feast. And then, he never cared about useless things like romance and love. They’re like profanities to him. 

So, when he sees you offer him an elegant and refined dark red box full of assorted chocolate, he’s a bit confused. Like…what the hell are you doing, exactly? His deep and grey eyes sharpen in a frown, his cheek muscles unconsciously contract, but even in his confusion he looks so cute and adorable at your eyes.

He quietly stares at the box for almost five minutes, exploring every single detail of it, careful not to touch it. It’s a big and rectangular pack, he notices, closed with a thin ribbon, and he doesn’t imagine what it could contain.

It takes a while before Ryuunosuke finds the courage to look at you in the eyes and ask for clarifications. 

“What is it?”

Poor boy. It’s not his fault, he’s just a bit (a lot, actually) ignorant about certain things. 

He notices your bizarre and inexplicable look, that makes his gaze sharpen more and more by the second. His irises linger on your red cheeks, he can see how desperately you try to avoid eye contact and that makes him a little suspicious. Your entire body is shaking, it’s really a weird behavior…

“It’s a…gift. A Valentine’s gift, actually.” You try to explain, with trembling voice.

“A… what?”

Your heart beats so fast, in this moment. You don’t understand if the young man appreciates it or not, he just stands there, right in front of you, with a stern look and crossed arms. An unconquerable stronghold that turns your heart in dust every single time you’re in the same room. 

You don’t even know when you started being so attracted to him, nor when attraction became love. You really thought offer him Honmei Choco was the most natural way to express your feelings and confess to him. But…

“Chocolate, Akutagawa-san. Just chocolate.” You murmur, now embarrassed and quite in panic. You really don’t understand if he’s rejecting you or not.

Being in love with him is a daily challenge. Akutagawa is unpredictable, fierce, a broken soul… and, well, he totally lacks in social skills. You know it, you always knew it, but that doesn’t cushion the blow when it arrives.

“Are you trying to poison me or what?”

Oh god. Is he allergic or something? Does he hate chocolate? What did you do wrong?

Your eyes widen and you finally meet his gaze. He seems angry.

The truth is Akutagawa is not used to kindness. He doesn’t know what it means to receive a gift and something like pure and selfless love, so he just thinks the worst option is the most credible.

“N-No, Akutagawa-san, I could never…” 

“So is this because you failed your last mission? You really think you could corrupt me?”

His voice raises in a rough expression of anger, he makes you feel so small and defenseless. Ryuunosuke totally misunderstands your intentions, but you know you don’t deserve such a treatment, even if you love him and even if he’s your superior.

You put the box on his desk, firmly (because you’re upset, and you got the right to) but gently not to ruin it.

 “I don’t want to disrespect you, Akutagawa-san, you know, or at least you should know, how much I admire you. Think what you want about this gift, I let it here. Now excuse me, I have work to do.”

You get out of his office with fast pace, your eyes shining with tears you proudly don’t cry. 

At the door, you almost bump into Chuuya; the redhead was right there with a raised fist, ready to knock, but you barely notice him. You have rush to walk away.

“...The fuck happened?” He whsipers, following your silhouette with his eyes before enter Akutagawa’s office.

Obviously, the Port Mafia rabid dog has a terrible pout drawn on his face. He’s even more confused than he was before and now he even feels inexplicably weird. His chest is so heavy he’s not sure he can normally breath, his hands are closed in fists.

“Akutagawa.” Chuuya says. 

 “Chuuya-san.” The ravenette murmurs in response, looking at him and trying to mentally come back to his work. He has no time to think about these strange feelings, okay? He has no time to investigate why the hell he suddenly feels so bad.

“Here is a message from the Boss. He wants you to… wohoh! What do we have here?” The redhaired executive notices the box on Akutagawa’s desk and a sly smirk appears on his lips. He looks like knowing a thing or two.

“A box.” Akutagawa answers laconically. What kind of problem do they all have with boxes, today?!

“This is not just a box, man.” Chuuya seems quite intrigued and he delicately opens the box, peeking inside it. His ocean’s eyes widen a little and the older man whistles in appreciation. “My, my…”

“What?”  

“This is the most fucking expensive chocolate in town. The logo is unmistakable, it comes from a famous and refined bakery.” He explains, grinning while he crosses his arms. “From whom is it? I didn’t know you were such a successful Don Juan. No offense.”

Wait, a successful WHAT?!

Akutagawa’s pale cheeks are suddenly touched by a peach colored shade of pink but there’s something in his eyes that suggests Chuuya he not fully understand the situation. The two of them looks at each other for a while, the one with a perturbed expression, the other trying not to laugh. 

It’s Nakahara that breaks the silence: “Seriously, man. It’s St. Valentine’s Day, if you recieve such an expensive gift today, well... you know what it means, don’t you?” 

But, against Chuuya’s expectation, Ryuunosuke perseveres in his silence. The black-coated man starts feeling uncomfortable, realizing he truly has no idea of what the other executive is talking about and rapidly avoids his inquisitive gaze. Akutagawa is clueless, okay, but he’s not stupid at all. He perfectly understands he’s not perfect (someone in his past never missed a chance to remember it to him) and he can recognize his lacks.

Chuuya, on the other hand, he’s quite more understanding than other Port Mafia members, especially when it comes to emotions and feelings. No, obviously he’s not a softie, he just understands a little more human beings and their emotive nature, so when he sees how confused Akutagawa is he sighs in exasperation.

“Man, if someone gives you expensive chocolate on St. Valentine’s Day, it’s because they have feelings for you. They like you that way. It’s a way to confess and, trust me, this is clearly the chocolate box I would only give to someone I fell fucking hard for.” 

First reaction: shock!* 

To our poor Ryuunosuke it’s like receiving a punch right in the stomach. His cloudy eyes widen in surprise and he’s quite sure his not-so-stoned heart lost a beat or two. So… is this the true meaning of your gift? You were trying to confess to him? You wanted to make him feel your affection? You wanted him to feel…loved?

He hisses a curse and slowly hides his face behind his left hand. Shit. He yelled at you. He accused you, just because he never thought he deserves love and affection. 

“So? Whose heart did you broke?” Chuuya jokes, hearing Ryuunosuke swearing.

"Y/n L/n. I asked them if they were trying to corrupt me or poison me.” He admits with a gloomy and yet shocked tone. 

In his defense, he had no idea you could have feelings for him. Let’s be honest: he never cared about certain things, but he’s not blind nor deaf. You are good looking, understanding, kind, diligent, resourceful, supportive. He is...well, he’s a demon. How could he even imagine someone like you falling in love with someone like him?

Chuuya sighs again. 

“You rejected Y/n. Good fucking job, man, only an idiot like shitty Dazai could do something so stupid, you really are his worthy heir.” He says sarcastically. “They gave me chocolate too. But not such an expensive one, so I can assume their feelings are stronger then we can even imagine. Maybe you’re still in time to fix the situation. If you’re interested, of course. Are you?” 

His final question sounds definetly like an insinuation and a provocation at the same time. Akutagawa narrows his feral gaze in Chuuya’s direction, meeting his allusive smirk. 

He doesn’t say a single word. But he knows the answer. 

Later that night, you come back from your daily mission. A successful mission, you want to specify, just to prove yourself (and someone else) you don’t need to corrupt your superior, because you’re the best in your job. Failure can occur, of course, but it’s a true rarity for you. 

You just endend report to the Boss himself when you see a familiar shape standing in the corridor, next to one of the polychrome windows. 

Your steps hesitate, you’re still upset and embarassed so you’re not in the right mood to face Akutagawa again, but just a second later you see he’s holding your chocolate box. 

You just stop your walk, a couple of meters separate you from the man and despite distance you can see how nervous he is. 

“Dark chocolate.” He suddenly says. “Dark chocolate is my favourite. But I didn’t know it before tasting one of each kind in this box.”

He avoids your gaze and his words kinda hurt you. He never tasted different kind of chocolate before today?

“The box is still full. I...I thought, maybe... sharing such a good chocolate with you would be a good idea.” 

“It would be nice.” You say softly. “Dark chocolate is my favourite too.” 

Your voice is trembling again. You didn’t like at all the way he treated you some hours ago, but you can see in his gesture how hard he’s trying to remediate.

“I have to apologize.” He suddenly says, and your e/c eyes widens with emotion and surprise. You perfectly know how hard is to say sorry, for a man like him, but he did it. He really did it.

“No matter what you say, I have to.” He continues. “I just... had no idea. I’m not used to all of this, and probably I’m not wort-”

“Please, don’t say that.” You firmly interrupt him and he finally looks at you. 

“That’s not true. I made you the gift you deserve. And I...”

Now or never, Y/n. Now or never. 

“ ...If you let me, I will give you the love you deserve, too.” 

Ryuunosuke needs some time to process what you said. He stays there, his eyes in yours, incredulous. Now he feels even more guilty about the way he treated you. 

How is it possible? Even after that, you still have feelings for him? Even if he yelled at you, even if he’s nothing more than a cruel and merciless rabid dog?

The silence between the two of you is dense and heavy, but not as much as your breath. He doesn’t say a word, again, and you have no idea of what to do. You did your best, today, and more. 

But, you know, Akutagawa is not a word man. He doesn’t know well how to verbally express his feelings, he’s instinctive, a man of action.

“Can I kiss you, Y/n?” 

Honestly, he thinks it’s kinda weird to ask something like that. But Chuuya always says consent is important and Ryuunosuke is a quiet learner. He doesn’t want to desrespect you, ever again. 

You are so surprised to hear this question, and yet so happy, your eyes are filled with tears. So...does he accept your feelings? And even return them? 

You slowly nod in affirmation, walking at his direction, and just a second later you wrap your arms around his body in a strong hug he tries to return properly. He’s a bit tense and awkward, but he holds you very tight. 

And then he does it. 

He presses his lips against yours, not gently, not softly, but with the quiet and passionate desperation of someone always yerned for love.

Yes, Akutagawa is totally clueless about love, St. Valentine’s Day, affection, human feelings. Totally clueless.

But he will learn, with you by his side. He will. 

* Sorry, only Italian readers will fully understand this, but I had to.

[moony-artnstuff]

Matchup Commission @yunohawkeye

Note: @yunohawkeye it's finally here! Thank you so much for your patience, I know you had to wait very long for this, but I hope it is to your liking!

Warning: This matchup contains nsfw, don't like, don't read!

Lord of the Rings: I ship you with Legolas!

The height difference is adorable.

He loves your hair, and he’s surprised when you tell him how you actually want it because that’s not something you really see in Middle-Earth, least of all his own culture. Still he’d be happy to help you find the supplies you need for cutting and dying it the way you want it.

You like stealing his tunics, as they look like oversized t-shirts on you and they smell like him. The first time he saw you wearing his clothes he almost died from cuteness.

He loved how you were a bit shy when you first met and then gradually became more comfortable around him. He saw it as an achievement whenever you shared something new with him, and he loved getting to know you more.

He’s a curious ball of sunshine and when you get excited about something he gets excited about it too. He’s so supportive of the things you do and likes learning more about them. He’d also be really happy if you took an interest in his hobbies such as archery.

Legolas enjoys being with people (this is also expected of him because he’s a prince) but he also loves quiet moments with you. He’s happy you can entertain yourself when he has to do his duties as prince of Greenwood the great, as he wouldn’t want you to be bored or lonely while he’s away.

Don’t worry about shopping he will get you all the clothes you could ever wish for and he lets them tailor exactly to your size (benefit of being a prince). He quickly takes notice of your style and orders clothing accordingly.

This ellon is clingy as fuck and would love nothing more than to be in your presence at all times, so no worrying about that. He’s also extremely cuddly. Good luck trying to get to the bathroom at night, he won’t let you out of his grip.

He likes your random moments, as he has a lot of them himself. I imagine him as a kind of oddball amongst elves. The two of you keep each other on your toes, and you can often be found laughing about something the other said.

Legolas adores both your tomboyish personality as well as your tomboy looks. Legolas is a warrior and works with both ellons and elliths who are all badasses but all look quite feminine with their long hair and stuff, meaning your personality is familiar yet your looks are refreshing and he likes it.

Introduce him to video games, he’d be fascinated by them. I can totally see him getting fully absorbed in a fight scene, whether he is playing himself or encouraging you.

Loves to dance with you, he does it all the time. You’re relaxing on the sofa doing nothing in particular? Dancing. He sees you walking past in the halfway? Let’s twirl around together for a moment. He’s been away from you for some time and now finally gets to see you again? He picks you up and spins you around, so happy he is to see you again.

Like I said before, Legolas is a bit of an oddball amongst elves, so he would never judge you for being your weird and quirky self because really, he’s the same. It makes him so happy that you’re comfortable enough to be yourself around him, and it encourages him to do the same as well.

Legolas is a ray of sunshine and finds joy in almost everything in life, but he has seen dark things and lost loved ones as well. He is the perfect person to talk to when life is weighing you down or when you just want to talk about some heavier topics, as he knows what it feels like, while at the same time he’s also capable of making you smile again in mere seconds.

Your dark humor catches him off guard at first but he catches on quite quickly.

Legolas is all for having a good connection and good communication. He often talks with you about how he feels about something and asks your opinion. He also frequently compliments you and genuinely can’t understand how you can’t see how amazing you are. Will stubbornly continue with giving you compliments, all the while looking at you as if you are denying simple facts such as the sky is blue, because he means every word he says.

Teasing him will be a challenge as he can be quite the oblivious one (for example if you were to rile him up during the day with lingering touches and then play dumb he would get frustrated because he’d believe you’d genuinely didn’t know what you were doing when in reality you were teasing him), and he will probably take the things you say too literal (“Legolas, is that a banana in your pants or are you just happy to see me?” “Why would I have a banana in my pants?”). It’s best to just give him straightforward compliments when trying to flirt with him.

Legolas is a bottom. Like yeah, sure, he can take the lead if you want him to but he prefers to be the submissive one, and he loves the way you take the lead and how good you make him feel.

Just like with Thorin you’ll be introducing him to a whole new world regarding sex and toys. At first he’s a bit shy about the concept of dirty thoughts and talking about sex, but his curiousity and your openness to talk about it makes him more comfortable.

Loves it when you tie him up and have your way with him, especially when you peg and edge him.

You met at the counsel of lord Elrond where you volunteered to be part of the fellowship. Legolas was curious as to why a human woman would offer herself to such a task, and he started a conversation with you. He quickly came to like your company and often seeked out your company during the journey. You comforted each other after Gandalf’s death and while you are in Lothlorien he tells you about his home and the dangers it’s facing. He needs a bit of help from Aragorn and Gimli, but he eventually realizes he has feelings for you and he doesn’t hesitate to confess, because why would he? He loves you and wants to be with you, and if you feel the same then he wants to start courting immediately since your time together is already short with you being human and him being an elf.

The Hobbit: I ship you with Thorin!

He likes you being blunt. Thorin does not have the best social skills and though he is by no means stupid he can be a bit thickheaded sometimes. That’s why he likes that you’re not afraid to tell him how it is without beating around the bush.

Whenever you get bubbly or excited about something he gets this soft, fond smile while looking at you. He just thinks you’re so precious and he makes a mental note to often talk about your interests to see that spark in your eyes.

The teasing will get to him. God this dwarrow just can’t handle it, he might act all tough and stoic on the outside but he really is just one big softie on the inside who becomes a flustered mess the second you give him that look alone.

Just like you, Thorin is an introvert. He prefers to spend his time with close friends and family, such as the company and you. His favorite moments are spent with you, in your shared bedroom where you do your writing and he hums in front of the fire next to you, just enjoying each other’s presence.

You both tend to keep problems to yourself, so you help each other with opening up. It was a bit of a struggle in the beginning, with the both of you wanting to be there for each other but refusing to open up about your own problems. Slowly though, Thorin started to tell you about his past and the loss he felt when he lost his grandfather, his father and his brother in the war against the goblins. This made you open up about your feelings as well and the two of you learned to reach out to each other whenever something’s bothering you.

He’ll hold your hand when you have to be in a big crowd. As king and queen under the mountain it is expected of you to attend council meetings and grand parties alike, but Thorin always makes sure to stay close to you and offer you comfort until the two of you can retreat to your chambers again.

He loves your ‘randomness’, it refreshes him. He’s always been so focused on leading his people, reclaiming Erebor and then rebuilding it that he’s never really had any time for fun. You saying and doing random things gets him out of that cycle of endless responsibilities and to him it feels like a fresh breath of air.

Please play music with him! He feels a lot of pride in having such a talented and musical s/o. He would be so happy if you let him accompany you in your music with his harp.

Don’t worry about not having spotify or youtube in Middle-Earth, Thorin’s voice will definitely make up for it (we all heard him sing in Bag-end *chills*). He often hums to himself when doing a mundane task, and if you asked it of him he would be happy to sing for you.

He’s honored if you show him your writing.

He’s honored if you show him your writing.

Despite knowing you can handle yourself perfectly well he’s still very protective over you. He’s just so afraid to lose you, but he tries to tone it down for you as much as he can.

After the mountain is reclaimed he becomes much more loose and free spirited, he’ll be both your partner and your best friend for life

Although he can be a bit oblivious sometimes he makes an effort to see what your likes and dislikes are, for example your movie preferences, and he keeps them in mind when getting you gifts

Like I said before, you’ll have to help him with being open/vulnerable with you. It's not that he doesn’t trust you, he’s just not used to being vulnerable with someone, so he needs to take it slow. You’ll also have to teach him to stay calm and talk when the two of you have an argument. Thorin is used to leading his people and has always been put under a lot of pressure because of it, but you quickly showed him that getting angry and barking orders was not the way to handle a fight with you, and with time he becomes better and better at talking things out with you.

Your openness to sexual talk and constantly having dirty thought caught him off guard at first, as people usually don’t talk so easily about such concepts in Middle-Earth. He tends to get a bit bashful/shy when he hears you talk about it, but slowly becomes more comfortable to listen and maybe add some of his own thoughts.

Will sit you down and tell you in a very serious way that you are amazing when you turn down a compliment. For example, he’ll compliment you for your writing and you say something along the lines of “I’m really not that good, I’m actually quite bad at it.” and he’d just get this serious face and be like “Amrâlime, you are one of the most talented people I’ve met, don’t talk about yourself like that.” Que him starting a whole rant about how beautiful and amazing and skilled you are and genuinely not understanding how you can’t see it too. Thorin has never been good with words, but he sure as hell is going to make sure you know how amazing he thinks you are.

He’s never thought much about sex or having a spouse, untill you came along. He first imagined himself topping, but when the moment finally arrived and you took the lead, he did not mind at all (he’s a switch).

You’re gonna have so much fun tying him up in bed and edging him. He’s not one to beg, or even ask for something in general, so it’s gonna be delicious when he finally does break

You introduce him to a whole new world regarding sex and toys. Thorin loves to experience all kinds of things with you and eventually settles on his own preferences and dislikes. He likes it that you’re a dom, it makes him feel taken care of. Being able to be so intimate and vulnerable with you was something he never knew he needed.

You met when the company stopped in Rivendell, where the company found you playing the piano. You had heard about the arrival of the dwarves and started a conversation with them. Soon you hit it off with Fili, Kili and Nori (for some reason I imagine him liking sex jokes and also being open to nsfw talk) and before you knew it you were part of the company. At first Thorin was against letting you join them, as he didn’t understand what business you could have with dwarves trying to reclaim their homeland, but during the quest you became closer and closer with him, talking about what Erebor was like before Smaug took over and what life was like for him and his family when Thorin had to lead his people to the blue mountains. Eventually the two of you started courting and Thorin asked you to marry him after Erebor was reclaimed, making you queen under the mountain.

[tttinytrash]

A prompt from the legendary Shy! I decided to go with this one first because the most ideas to fill in the framework they so kindly provided sprung to mind immediately, but expect the other two they sent along at some point soon. I took the liberty of picking Classic and Underfell Sans for the cast, but the nicknames will probably have made that clear anyhow. I tried to change it up and made the prey brave rather than the nervous wreck I often default to, so hopefully that pans out. Enjoy!

Nerds really do have more fun.

You’re not entirely sure how your socially inept self had made friends as good as these two, but your life had definitely improved exponentially after their addition to it. Red and Classic were both skeletons, but that was immaterial to your friendship with the two.

For the moment you three were tinkering away in the lab the university provided for your research. You were attempting to make a version of the monsters’ inventories that was more accessible for humans, or a TARDIS pocket as Classic had taken to calling the project. You couldn’t argue the accuracy of the comparison, though the name would sadly have to change for copyright purposes at some point. The idea was to make a pocket that was larger on the inside, thereby vastly increasing storage capabilities for the denizens of the world without magical capabilities.

Classic was at the far workbench, going over the calculations yet again while you and Red were closer to the machine actually intended to form the dimensional pockets. The burned scraps of a grocery tote bag, the cremated remains of your latest failed attempt, hung in place in the machine for now despite the machine not being active. Red was shoulders deep in the thing, checking that the soldering on the wires were holding after another failed test. You were busy removing the latest scorches from the machine’s plating when you heard the dull hum start. 

You glanced over at saw the machine had started trying to form another rift, without any kind of vessel and without any of you having activated it. Worse, two thirds of the team was not even remotely beyond the safety perimeter! You didn’t even think, you just grabbed Red by the pelvis and dragged him out of the machine. You didn’t even process what he was saying, nor his angry tone as you bundled him up bridal style and bolted from the danger zone. 

You were almost in the clear when you heard the explosion behind you and felt the searing heat on your back. Well, as least you’d gotten your more sturdy human body between your 1HP monster companion and the blast, you had time to think. 

The pain ebbed as quickly as it came and you felt like you were in freefall...

-----

Red really didn’t know what the hell had just happened. 

He’d felt the human yank him out of the maintenance hatch, and the glow and crackling of building energy he could get from over their shoulder as they ran clued him in roughly and mollified his annoyance in favor of concern. Then there was heat and he felt his body fall to the floor like a puppet with its strings cut. Classic had been far enough away from the blast to be unharmed, and therefore was free to rush over to where Red lay. 

He groaned as the unharmed skeleton arrived, not missing the other’s visual sweep of his body for injury or dust. 

“are you ok? where’s y/n?” Classic asked.

Red’s skull whipped back, not finding the human on the floor with him as he’d expected. “i-i dunno! y/n?!”

“Here...” came the weak reply. 

Both skeletons homed in on the source quickly, which was oddly Red’s chest.

A tiny human lay on Red’s sternum sprawled as if having fallen. Y/n was severely reduced in size and dazed, but awake an aware much to both skeletons’ visible relief. Red scooped the sluggish human into his hands and did a Check on them. Their HP had definitely taken a hit, but they weren’t in the red. (Heh, nickname pun.)

The trio was collectively baffled, but the relief that everyone was ok for the most part was palpable. They now had the fun task of figuring out how to reverse this change. Oh. And the machine was smoldering, so that probably should be addressed too. This to do list was quickly looking very not fun.

-----

It was agreed upon (more like accepted, really) that a shrunken human really couldn’t live on their own in a house without any adaptations for such a small person. In the long term (Delta forbid this persisted long enough to need a long term solution) adjustments to your house could be arranged. In the short term, the skeleton pair would take turns hosting their human friend at their houses. 

Classic took the first night, as he and Vanilla (his brother) had a place closer than Red and his bro, Edge. At the moment, Vanilla was out of the house at a sleepover (arranged before the incident) with Undyne. This left Classic and the human alone, and eventually watching TV together. 

You had been set up with a fluffy hand towel for a blanket and set atop a pillow. Your pillow was on the couch cushion besides Classic, who sprawled with the grace of a sack of potatoes on his corner of the couch as he watched the cheesy sci-fi flick on screen. You were both making jokes throughout the movie, but as the night drew on and the ambient temperature dropped, you found your towel wasn’t quite warm enough. 

You were waiting for a break in dialogue to ask for another towel, but Classic beat you to it. He looked over as if he were about to crack a joke at the expense of the movie again, noticed your huddled posture, and paused the movie. “you cold, kiddo?”

“Yeah, a bit. Are there any more towels I could pile on, maybe?”

“i’ll do ya one better, c’mere.” He offered a flat palm, waiting patiently for you to board.

You didn’t really have to hesitate, trusting the guy already and curiosity spurred you on as well. He gently lifted you and your towel, dumped the pillow on the floor absently, and moved to sprawl flat over the whole couch instead. This left his chest as a flat plane, on which you were gently deposited.

You sat there, surprised at the new level of contact. Sure, you three nerds had crammed yourselves onto the loveseat at your place to watch TV or game together and ended up with hips mildly wedged against each other and shoulders bumping, but that was the closest you’d ever been. To now be seated on Classic’s sternum was new territory. 

“go ahead, get comfy and lay down. i don’t mind.” he encouraged. 

You took his advice, curling on your side facing the TV, towel still tented around you. Classic increased the warmth his body offered even more by taking the liberty to partially zip his ever-present blue jacket up to the point that your body was zipped in, but your head was outside the confines of the giant garment.

“better?” he asked.

“Yeah, much warmer.” You could easily affirm. 

While this was new territory, his casual attitude towards the whole thing dissipated the awkwardness you were feeling. Without that feeling, you really found you couldn’t complain. You liked cuddling anyhow, so finding a friend was also up for that was a boon in your book. 

The movie resumed without further incident, though you may or may not have totally fallen asleep on your friend. Eh, he didn’t seem to mind.

-----

It’d been a couple of weeks since the incident at the lab, and today was Red’s day for hosting y/n. Red was playing a campaign in a very story based game, with the human watching from their perch on his shoulder while Classic lounged on the other side of the couch. Playthroughs of games like this were common with their group, and the three would usually switch off who had the controller each session with the other two chipping in and offering advice. 

The biggest difference now was that y/n couldn’t take their turn with the controller, but they seemed content to snuggle into the fluff of Red’s hood, relishing in the warmth of their position by his cervical vertebrae. Ever since becoming small, they hadn’t been able to maintain their heat as well once the sun went down.

“I think I saw something on your left.” they offered. 

Red panned the camera that way to find an enemy, which was swiftly dealt with.

“thanks, pipsqueak.” Red said as he collected the dropped loot.

“No problem. Hey, do you think you could get the bathroom door for me?”

“oh, sure.” he paused the game and crossed over to the bathroom. He gently cupped the human into his hands and gingerly set them on the floor just before the threshold. Inside there was a bathroom setup of bitty furniture, an investment that had been made early on for each of the skeletons’ houses. Once they went inside, he closed the door without catching the latch so they could push it open once they were done. 

In the meantime, he approached the couch again where he saw Classic grinning at him.

“the hell you looking at?” Red groused.

Classic chuckled “a softy.”

Red felt the light blush on his face, much to his chagrin “shut the hell up. s’not like you aint doing the same damn thing.”

“well yeah, but i don’t try to claim i’m not a softy.”

Red groaned as he flopped petulantly onto the couch. “can’t help it, they’re just so small. plus, this is all my fault anyhow.”

“woah, what?” Classic sat up straighter, humor gone from his voice. “what do you mean, your fault?”

“i was fucking with the wiring when the machine started up. it had to be something i did that caused it to go haywire and blast them. least i can do is help em out when they need it.”

Classic was about to address the mountain of guilt Red had built upon himself, but was cut off by a growl from Red’s stomach.

“you hungry?” Classic asked, though Red knew he already had the answer to that question based on the tone. 

Red buried his face in his hands, responding “no, and the human aint gonna believe the ‘i just need a snack’ lie forever. i just wanna protect them so damn bad.”

“yeah, they’re too smart for us. plus, i’ve been using the same lie.”

Red unburied his face, asking “instinct is cropping up for you too, eh?”

“yeah. especially since they get so cold at night. it went downhill fast as soon as i realized we had an easy fix.”

“tell me about it. they were so uncomfortable when they first changed, i didn’t wanna add to the discomfort by asking them about it.”

“well, the machine is back in one piece now so we can start working to reverse this mess come monday when the university lets us back in.”

“yeah, thank delta for that.”

Neither one realized that the human had heard some of their conversation from the bathroom, nor that they refused to accept their friends were apparently hiding something from them. 

The human became determined to confront this issue that very night.

-----

Classic had gone home by now and you were settled in your bed, more of a nest of towels and an electric heated blanket than a real bed. Nest was probably a better term. 

Red hadn’t come into the room yet (you slept in the same room as him so he could help you off the desk and to the bathroom if you needed to make a trip in the middle of the night) so you instead thought about what you’d overheard and what you were going to say. You’d caught only snippets due to distance, knowing something about an instinct they were both trying to hide from you, and you’d also heard “all my fault” and desperately wanted to address that if it was regarding you, which the conversation had seemed to.

Your planning was cut short when he entered, in a loose black muscle tank and flannel PJ bottoms pattered with jolly roger flags flying over a grey background. He flopped onto the bed without ceremony amongst his tangled blankets and immediately started scrolling on his phone. 

You steeled yourself a moment before calling for his attention, leaving your nest behind on the beside table to approach the skeleton closer. “Hey, Red?”

He put down his phone, looking at you with a questioning grunt.

“I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I heard you and Classic earlier...”

Red looked mildly alarmed “what exactly did you hear?”

“Enough to know you guys are hiding things from me, and it sounded like it was about me. And something about this being ‘all your fault’?”

Red sat up leaving his face a little higher than you, and only a foot of distance from your perch to his shoulder. “yeah, well it is my fault. since i was the one tinkering, the machine had to have been fucked up by me. and now...” he gestured limply at you. “i’m gonna do my damndest to fix it, but i hate that i did this at all.”

“Cut the crap.”

Red looked as if he’d been slapped. He instantly went from hunched and quiet, reluctant to open up to you at all (probably only caving so early knowing you would keep badgering), to sitting straight up, eyes locked on you in obvious shock.

“This was an accident. No one is at fault.” you stated emphatically.

He looked ready to protest, eyebrows tilting down almost as if angry.

You cut him off again. “You never intended for this to happen. I don’t hold you responsible, or anyone else for that matter. But that doesn’t even matter. You just said you were going to fix it. That matters way more than fretting over the past we can’t change. No more self pity. Not allowed. Got it, mister?” You wagged a finger at him, refusing to be the one to break eye contact.

Red’s expression had mollified during your response, and he was the one who lost the game of eye contact chicken when he changed focus onto his folded hands in his lap. “forgot how much spunk you have, looks like the size change didn’t touch that.” he laughed a little.

“You mean you forgot what made us become friends in the first place? I’m hurt, Red.” You feigned pain, placing your hands over your heart.

His laugh was stronger this time “sorry, pipsqueak. won’t make that mistake again.” He ruffled your hair with a two fingers, which got you laughing too as you batted his invading phalanges away.

“you win. i’ll try to focus on fixing, not shitting on myself. fair deal?”

“Sounds good to me, bud.”

You two lapsed into silence.

You felt accomplished, but only half of your mystery had been solved. you decided to risk it and push farther. You’d back off if he resisted though, as you knew opening up at all was asking a lot of your somewhat emotionally constipated friend. “So... what was the instinct you two kept referring to?”

“damn, you’re relentless tonight!” he laughed again, flopping back onto his pillow.

“Well it’s got my two best friends in a twist over it, I wanna know what the hell is going on!” you defend, happy to keep up the more teasing tone.

“fine, fine. but you asked for it.”

“Yeah, yeah, lay it on me!”

He barked a laugh, “alright, pipsqueak. there’s a protective instinct that can rear up among monsters who’re less flesh based. it’s been triggered by your small size and our desire to help, but basically we wanna take you in.”

“Ya lost me right at the end, there.”

“figured i would. skeletons, and some other races of monsters, have the ability to take other creatures inside their own body harmlessly. more specifically, it’d be me and classic fighting the urge to eat you, but safely.”

“Safely.... eat?” The humor left your tone completely.

The humor was gone in his too, saying “yeah, that’s why we didn’t say anything. that reaction right there. but yes, basically eat minus the chewing bit. it’s safe and you’d be let out later, but the idea is to put us between you and danger. pretty damn literally. but a fleshbag like you wouldn’t be a fan and we both knew that going in. now ya know.” he looked away again, not so much looking at anything but apparently not wanting to look at you.

You thought back to all the times you’d caught either of them trying to sneak stomach growls past you or how oddly often they’d been claiming they’d needed a snack, or even that one time Red had tried (and failed) to play off getting caught wiping drool away. It all clicked into place and made so much more sense. But far more importantly, you didn’t like the resigned tone in his voice. 

You took a moment to process the new information in stifling silence, then asked “So... you thought I wouldn’t trust you?”

“what?” Red’s skull whipped around to fix you with a baffled look. “that’s not even close to what i said. i just meant it’d be pretty fuckin’ weird to you.”

“Yeah, well I went and made friends with two monsters after having shit luck with humans. I’d say I’m pretty open to new and weird.”

Red just blinked at you.

“If you want to, I’m unopposed. Go for it. You said it was triggered by a desire to help, and that it was safe. I trust you.”

Red’s brows were knit, sockets squinted a bit at you as he sat up. He stared you down like that, feeling like he was looking for the “gotcha” or any fear. You stared right back with nothing to hide, you weren’t afraid and didn’t want to take back what you’d said.

“yer sure?” he asked, sounding suspicious. 

“Yep.” You popped the P for emphasis.

“alright. i’ll let you out when you change your mind.” he shrugged, holding a hand out for you to board. 

You took that comment as a challenge and sat on his metacarpals confidently.

He brought you up toward his face while his free hand reached up from behind you, wrapping around your ribs under the arms. Using the new grip, he lifted you over his upturned face with your bare feet dangling in thin air over his opening mouth.

Ok, maybe your confidence had left a little. Your legs tucked up a bit in instinct, but you didn’t struggle when he guided your lower limbs into his mouth. You fought the urge to cringe away at the odd slick feeling of your feet sliding along his thick red tongue, or even more so at the feeling of his throat around your lower legs. 

You still trusted Red, that wasn’t the issue, so you decided to fight your instincts just as your friends had been fighting theirs and refused to show any fear. 

You pulled your arms in close to your chest when his grasping fingers left, and looked upwards as the world was sealed off by a wall of sharp teeth. Thankfully Red didn’t leave you waiting long, as a wet gulping sound drew your upper legs down with a surprisingly strong force. You clenched your teeth at that, barely keeping in the yelp of surprise. Another two gulps followed in quick succession, drawing your whole body into his waiting throat. The tissue around you pressed in, pushing you ever downward. 

For a brief moment during your decent, you felt a warm tingling sensation akin to the light buzz you felt the few times you’d come into contact with a magical construct (Red had lobbed a bone attack at you when you’d be particularly snarky a time or two, usually blue so you didn’t get hurt.) This tingle was much stronger, and you couldn’t describe it any better than saying it felt like Red. ...was that his soul? 

Your musing was cut off shortly after the buzz of magic left and you found yourself kicking a little in surprise when your legs had room to move. The rest of you spilled into the open space a moment later. 

You felt a bit dazed as you just sat there a moment. You were somewhat pulled back down to earth as you felt a pressure coming from outside. It was immediately obvious the pressure was his hand pressing in at you, and the hand started moving, rubbing you from outside in soothing circles, slowly moving up and down your back. Even if you were out of it, you had the wherewithal to realize that was incredibly cute. 

“alright, buyer’s remorse set in?” he asked.

“No...” you breathed, not quite done processing your current situation.

“you ok in there?” his tone was more concerned, the rubbing stopped but the pressure of his hand remained.

“Y-yeah!” You shook your head as if that would help clear the fog, clicking back into reality. “I’m ok. Wow, this is just... a lot.”

“sure you don’t want out?”

“Do you want me out?”

“...didn’t say that...” he mumbled.

You laughed, which earned you a half hearted growl.

“Hey, is it ok if I move around a little? I really want to, uh, check the place out now that I’m here if that’s cool.”

“oh, sure. i don’t care.”

He removed his hand, which left you free to experiment. Call it childish if you wanted, but you really wanted to feel out your new surroundings in an exceedingly literal sense.

-----

Holy shit this went so much better than he’d ever thought it’d go. The human was inside, no panic, and their soul had settled from the anxiety he’d been feeling during their decent. Guess they’d gone and proven him and Classic wrong. Again. Maybe he should expect that by now.

For now he laid back, feeling them slide back to the new lowest point as he got comfortable. He also very much heard their tiny squeak when they startled at the movement, which brought out a smile on him. He felt them quickly readjust, then felt a small point of pressure pushing outwards. A tiny moving bump raised in his shirt, showing where their small hands were pushing out. He didn’t protest, finding this all quite amusing.

On a whim, he used two fingers to push at that little raised bump. He heard them laugh, and then the bump showed up on a new spot, disappeared, and showed up again in yet another. This was a bizarre version of whack a mole, but he did play along until they ended the game with a breathy giggle. 

They were moving again, probably trying to stand given the two distinct points of pressure. They slowly wobbled a few steps before he distinctly felt the impact of them falling over. 

He laughed aloud at the “I’m good!” they called out.

Their movements inside were calm, but distinctly curious. It was all highly endearing on top of feeling good. The quieting of the protective instinct at last was also a welcome absence, leaving him feeling comfortable and secure. He didn’t really try all that hard to stifle his subsequent yawn. 

The responding, smaller yawn from inside was a bit of a surprise.

“tired?”

“We were getting ready for bed, dingus.”

“fair point. we turning this into a sleepover or you going back to your own bed?”

There was a pause, then “Fuck it, sleepover.”

“fine by me, pipsqueak. g’night.”

“Goodnight, bonehead.”

He felt their weight settle, then relax as they slipped into sleep. He decided to follow them, hands folded over his stomach to protect the precious cargo inside.

[hwangskz]

in another life (pt. 1) | soulmate! minho

part 1 of the uwma! au series !!!! i was so excited to get this up bcs, if u hadn't realised alrdy, i LOVE uwma with my entire heart :( (ps if any of u watch any bls or even just uwma pls hmu thank u) and pls read this post b4 or after ur done reading this fic so u don't get confused in the next part!! +++ tw suicide !

• "y/n….do u like him?"

• ur automatically reminded of the time u first met

• u remember it as clear as day

• u both had taken film as ur major and on the first day, ur college held a lil gathering

• u picked up the nearest headband and read it's label

• 'belle'

• so….were u supposed to find ur beast now???? JSGSSHE THAT'S WHAT THEY SAID

• BUT UR RUNNING OUT OF TIME !!!!!!

• "10 seconds to find ur partner!!!!"

• u looked around bcs u were NOT standing in front of that huge crowd, later trying to find ur partner

• when a boy caught ur eyes

• he stood on the side, his hand limply holding the blue headband as he looked around

• and he looked ?? sad :( ??

• "last 5 seconds!!!"

• u turned around one last time and ?? EVERYONE HAD FOUND THEIR PARTNERS ALREADY??

• so u RAN towards that boy

• and caught him off guard as u pulled him down to sit on the ground as the announcer continued talking and giving out future tasks 

• "hey."

• "???"

• wow this boy is worse than YOU at communicating

• "are u sure we're partners??"

• "..."

• "right, yea. i was the one who dragged u..haha..sorry.."

• so u pulled his hand up to view his headband

• 'prince adam'

• u probably looked really confused rn bcs u just made the guy speak up

• "beast."

• u looked up, OBVIOUSLY confused

• this new voice box working??? wonder whose it is

• ":o huh?????"

• he sighed and held it up for u

• thank u nameless boy bcs ur hands kinda WERE getting tired JDKHD

• "prince adam is the real name of the prince in disney's beauty and the beast."

• ":OOO REALLY???? wait but how do u know"

• "..... google?"

• "... RIGHT sorry haha"

• even after the lil gathering ended and u got to go to ur class

• ur mind was still thinking abt the guy

• u probably didn't even notice u had entered the class w that DULL ASS look until

• "ouc- WHO THE F-???????"

• "still in ur dreams?? lmao dumbass"

• ":O SHIN RYUJIN"

• "this group needed the following of a sane person so im here too. hello to u too, y/n"

• "MISS YEJI??? PEOPLE THAT I KNOW AND CHERISH????? ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄⌓˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ OMG HELLO TO U TOO"

• and there it was, once again, ryujin trying to get ur over affectionate ass off of her as yeji laughs 

• well iN UR DEFENSE, U MISSED UR BEST FRIENDS AND MEETING NEW PEOPLE TERRIFIES U

• and when u take a seat

• u can't help but follow the movements of the boy who enters the class

• his moves aren't rushed; they seem calm. too calm.

• and that's when u hear all the whispers around u

• "is that blood on his shirt? is he already following in his dad's footsteps?"

• ‘what footsteps?’

• "i heard he dragged his partner today for the freshman gathering today?"

• ‘but i was the one who dragged him..then how-’

• "y/n?"

• "h-huh?" 

• yeji's third call woke u up from ur train of thoughts

• "are u ok?"

• "yea.. i'm fine. dw!!"

• "see i told u they’re thinking abt their fantasy boys and/or girls again it's fine"

• "WH- EXCUSE ME I DON'T FANTASISE!!!!!"

• "yes y/n l/n i totally believe that"

• "SHUT UP RYUJIN"

• ur group's laughters echo in the room, along w the other friend groups'

• except for that boy who now sits in front of u

• u wonder if he's waiting for his friends

• but they never seem to show up

• even though it's alrdy been over 5 months now

• and that pretty boy in front of u is DISTRACTING u from the lesson (๑•ૅㅁ•๑) !!!!!

• and this one particular day..yeji and ryujin were absent..

• so u were kinda lonely anyways

• and hearing ppl continue to whisper abt that guy..it made u wanna talk to him again

• u don't know exactly why ?? but u did

• so u gathered up ur stuff from ur desk

• and sat at the desk next to his

• and immediately u could hear the whispers getting a bit louder

• and he ducked his head and turned towards u

• and u decided to ignore those words, and looked at him, with a bright smile on ur face

• "don't worry about them. i'm here now."

• it was something abt u

• something abt those words that made him feel some type of way

• he took in a deep breath as he looked down and then looked at u again

• "......thank you, i guess"

• u nodded and he turned towards his work

• a small smile on his face

• he had found someone

• "so?"

• ryujin asked u, bringing u back from ur flashback

•"yea..i think so.."

• yeji and ryujin sighed

• ur mind : ALERT

• IS IT BAD??? THAT U LIKE HIM???? (๑´╹‸╹`๑) ??

• "y/n...do u not know abt him..?"

• "(o゜ー゜o)??"

• they share a Look and turn towards u, worried looks on their faces

• OK YEA IT PROBABLY IS,,

• "he's the son of a mafia... that's why ppl talk abt him in such..hushed tones..and basically isolate him"

• "and look y/n..we know that isolating him is truly bad, but maybe get a little away? from him? what if u get involved in smthg bad?"

• u...ur honestly a lil shocked

• not fully by the news that his dad is a mafia

• but by the fact that they think something bad can happen when ur with him

• with HIM

• "but it's his dad who is a mafia. he's not at all like that !! he's a bit shy, and is just scared to express himself. and don't worry, yeji. i am not going to get myself in trouble"

• they muttered an "okay" and leaned back against their chairs again

• "but wait.."

• ryujin spoke up again

• "when did u even hangout w him? enough to, well, get feelings for him?"

• "uh well..that day both of u were absent, i went and sat w him in class..then shared some of my lunch w him when i saw him on the rooftop..and kind of having been bringing him lunch and staying w him..during that time.."

• they laughed, and u could feel the tension easing away

• "never knew y/n's a dom lmao"

• "they seem like a switch tho"

• "SHUT UP"

• and so u did join the guy 

• (who's name u had learned to be lee minho)

• whenever u found him to be lonely

• and even tho minho seemed to be against the whole idea of u joining him all the time

• trust me he's a whole softie inside

• he just ;;;; he gets so happy whenever u come by

• and not just bring him lunch

• and not only during lunch breaks

• but all the time

• whenever he passes by u

• u always greet him, and 

• wave at him and u just feel like a shield from everyone and all the bad things everyone says and he just

• he can't thank u enough

• but it's not just that

• and he knows that

• even when he sees u coming towards him in the library

• sneaking in some food bcs it IS lunch

• so technically u ARE supposed to bring him food

• "hey !! :D"

• u take the chair in front of him

• and take out the food, both of urs, and shove his one towards him

• "WHY-"

• minho shushes u and u turn around to look if u made anyone else angry

• and perhaps...... u DID.... AJSBBE

• so u just duck ur head as an apology and the furious students go back to studying

• "why are u studying rn???? it's lunch!!!!!"

• "ok and??"

• "rest is important!!"

• "what makes u think i haven't rested enough alrdy?"

• "well i've seen u w the book the ENTIRE DAY ??"

• minho sighs, but then perks his head up

• "u..u watch me..?"

• "!! im not a STALKER-"

• minho shushes u again and ur pretty sure the other students r staring daggers at u rn JDVSJE

• "-im not a stalker,, ur in my class.. right in front of me.."

• minho chuckles silently at ur words

• "sure"

• u were flustered until u realised u just

• u just made the biggest tsundere chuckle

• c h u c k l e

• "did u just …….. chuckle at me…….."

• minho looked down, scared to meet ur eyes bcs shit ur rite

• "no…….what makes u think that………"

• u giggle at his failed attempt to delete that successful moment from ur memory

• minho smiles a little

• he was so happy

• even tho it was abt u

• even tho u had made it CRYSTAL CLEAR that u like him

• like at random times u would be like

• "damn i can't believe i fell for u"

• or

• "oh good lord!! i always try to hangout w the guy i like but he pretends to not like spending time with me!!!!!!! what did i do to deserve this !!!!!!"

• and in these situations what does minho do??

• LAUGH .

• he LAUGHS

• just a bit bcs he's still under that tsundere cover JSGSJSB

• but like !!!!!!! in his defense !!!!!!!

• HE DIDNT KNOW IF U TRULY MEANT IT !!!!!!!

• MAYBE U LIKE HIM JUST AS A FRIEND !!!!!!!!!!!!

• AND HE DIDN'T WANT TO RUIN THIS FRIENDSHIP !!!!!!!!

• that too w his first ever friend..................

• little did he know he was truly so engrossed in his thoughts that he had stopped eating and had been staring at the sky above for like ??? more than 5 mins now ??

• "MINHO ???????"

• he flinched and moved away a bit at the sound of ur voice suddenly piercing his thoughts

• "w-what"

• "bitch i thought u died or smthg...u have been staring above for so long pretty sure some flies even touched ur food and it's now UNHYGIENIC"

• his eyes met urs and, as if he got some idea, he suddenly kept his lunch box away to look at u

• "wait im pretty sure the flies didn't sit on the food!!!! it was a joke-"

• minho exhaled loudly before he spoke

• "y/n?"

• "yes…?"

• "can i ask u smthg…..?"

• "sure!!"

• minho inhaled sharply before continuing

• "do u ever feel uncomfortable? when ur with me?"

• u thought for a while, before giving him a smile and answering him

• "why would i? idk if ur referring to the rumors here...or if they're supposed to be involved here but...they don't affect me. firstly, i don't even know if ur dad truly is a part of the mafia-"

• "he is."

• minho was staring at u intently, wondering how u'll respond to this

• "well, uh, nice for him? i guess? but it's him right? not u? then there's nothing to worry about."

• minho shook his head as he tried to look anywhere but at u

• "but what if u ever get in trouble? bcs of me?"

• "that's on me. not u. and if it's through u, or if u ever get in trouble or smthg-"

• u picked his hand up, holding it tightly, which seemed to catch him off guard

• "-i will protect u."

• he could do nothing but give u a soft smile, before turning his head away

• and so did u bcs damn y/n since when did u become so confident huh JDVSJE

• so u decided to go for it

• "y/n, will u be my partne-"

• u gently pecked his lips before moving away real QUICK JSGEJE

• WAS HE ABT TO CONFESS ???????????

• WHY ARE HIS EYES WIDENED LIKE THAT?????????? DID U

• OH NO U DID SOMETHING WRONG DIDN'T U

• "i-i'm sorry….i didn't mean to-"

• and u looked up in time, only to see minho leaning in, before he connected his lips to urs

• it was a slow kiss

• it took u a while to get the fact into ur head that he's right here

• he is kissing u

• and so u snaked ur arms across his shoulders, as he held u tight, even closer

• and when u both pulled away

• both of u were flushed red

• and it did feel kinda quiet so u just

• "damn im glad we have lunch on the rooftop, huh"

• minho chuckled as he moved away

• "kinda ….. yes"

• and so for the next months u continued to tease him with this JDGSJS

• even tho yall are technically dating now uwu

• but he never tells u he likes u

• which is : frustrating

• bcs u !!!!!! UR THE BIGGEST OVERTHINKER EVER !!!!!!

• ENOUGH TO WIN A CHAMPIONSHIP !!!!!!!!!

• and the fact that EVEN THO he's ur bf and u KNOW it, u continue to be curious if he even likes u :(

• so u just slam ur spoon on the table

• which makes him look up

• "what? is the ramen too spicy?"

• u shoot ur head towards him, a pout on ur face

• "do u like me?"

• ".........what"

• JSHSKWKKW

• Y/N PLS

• "u never….u have never said u like me…...and yea sure im not supposed to question this bcs ur my boyfriend and i know that but im sorry i overthink alot and it's just me saying i like u all the time but not u and i just can't help but-"

• "i …….. i like."

• "huh?"

• u shoot ur head upwards at minho, who now gets up to keep his empty bowl in ur kitchen sink, with a grin along ur face

• "u heard me."

• and u wish u could still be as happy as u were on this day

• when he first confessed

• well, half-confessed

• but u couldn't be

• even as he stood in front of u, saying that he loves u

• and he's grateful for u

• u couldn't stop the tears that continued to stream down ur cheeks

• ur eyes could only focus on the gun that he held right beside his temple

• his dad used to send people behind minho whenever u two went on a date

• "he wants me to go on w his job after he resigns" minho had once told on one of ur dates

• "do u want to?"

• "no, obviously-"

• he held ur hand in his

• "i want to be with u"

• then why

• why was he standing there, with that gun

• that stupid gun aimed at his temple?

• today while u had closed ur eyes, wishing for something, like minho had told u when he brought that birthday cake for u out of nowhere while u and minho were having ur date

• u opened ur eyes when u heard a muffled voice screaming loudly

• only to find it was minho's

• which confused u when u saw the hand covering his mouth

• but surprised u, when u saw his dad standing right behind him

• he kept pulling minho away from u

• minho yelled, tried to free himself away

• but couldn't

• until u yelled at his dad to stop

• and minho dropped on the ground, with his wrists red from being grasped so tightly

• u went on and on abt how he has made minho feel and what minho truly wants

• u had shut ur eyes out of fear

• but u had opened them to see what minho truly wants

• death ;

• an escape

• from all of this

• and so he spoke one more time

• "y/n. remember, i love you, okay? i….i'll always keep my promise."

• and then, a gunshot.

• u weren't sure if time had stopped or if it was just u frozen

• but u could only hear a beep sound going in ur ears as his body dropped on the ground

• limp.

• and at once u leapt towards him, sobbing, u fell to ur knees, ur hands grazing his cheeks and gently hitting his chest

• "y/n…. i don't know how to go on…"

• he had told u this months ago, when u guys had been dating for abt 5 months then

• "minho, we'll always be together, no matter what. i, at least, will be there for u, always."

• minho had looked at u with tears in his eyes 

• he rlly was so stupidly in love w u

• "but what if i...die...someday?"

• u sighed and turned to look at the night sky

• at least none of his dad's assistants had found out abt ur place yet

• (thankfully)

• u turned to look at him again

• "then...i'll die too."

• so that's what u were gonna do

• u searched for the pistol, as u blinked several times to focus properly

• when u finally found it, ur hands shakily reached for it

• and then as u aimed it at ur own temple

• the last part of that conversation popped into ur head again

• "then, will we meet each other in next life?"

• minho thought abt it for a few secs

• "probably"

• u nodded

• "i once heard that...when u fall for someone at first sight, it probably just means that we're recognising our partner's soul from our past life….do u think that will happen w us? do u think we'll…. we'll recognise each other?"

• "...i hope so…."

• u both let out a stifled laugh

• and so u stick ur pinky finger out, asking for his 

• "minho."

• "yes?"

• "promise me."

• "promise what?"

• "promise that…...that we'll find each other.."

• minho was abt to argue w u but seeing ur lil pout

• he had no choice but to agree

• "promise."

• and so, another gunshot was heard.

[moonstruckbucky]

Rant Fest

So for the past couple of months, my “in-laws” (we’ll call them that even though my SO and I aren’t married *whispers* yet) have been driving me up a wall and then some.

His mom? Super sweet, loving... but a helicopter. And I don’t mean one of those dinky little news helicopters. I’m talking full-out military style, equipped with heat-seeking missiles kind of helicopter. She hovers a lot. Calls my SO multiple times a day, for no real good reason at all except to check up on him. Mind, he’s 30 - he’s a big boy.

Things have been a little stagnant for him since he had his seizure two months ago - he’s stranded without a car (totaled in the accident) and without a license (if you have a seizure MA state law dictates you automatically surrender your license for 6 months). So he’s been getting rides from her when he needs to, or his grandmother. 

(Gonna throw a read more on this puppy. We now resume our regular scheduled dash scrolling).

Anyway. Besides the hovering, which has undoubtedly gotten worse since his accident, she gets a little too touchy with him that bothers me. Pinching his behind (again - he’s 30), and just all over him in general. I get because he’s the first born, she’s probably super attached to him - plus, he fell 15 or so feet when he was 2, so we think that’s what spurred her hovering because at the time I don’t think she was watching him; he ended up spending two weeks in the hospital after bonking his head. She doesn’t really act like this with her youngest son, who’s a year older than me at 28, but because he’s had issues with drugs/drinking in the past, she hovers over him too and clearly doesn’t trust him all that much.

Which, not that it’s my business, I have a problem with, because she isn’t giving him the chance to earn her trust back at all.

Then came Baxter, our one year old lab pup, who we got for free because we studded out our 6 year old male to a guy who’d grown up breeding coonhounds - so a responsible breeder. We took him home over Labor Day weekend last year. From the get-go she was all over us about training him, and what we should or shouldn’t do. A little note: I have my Associate’s in animal care, had to take hours of classes on dog training and behavior, so I like to think I know my shit about dogs, okay? Okay. It bothered the fuck out of me.

Cut to less than a month later, Nick’s grandmother gets out of bed in the middle of the night, takes a wrong turn and ends up falling down the stairs. Breaks her fingers on one hand and doing some other damage to her other arm.

First thing out of his mom’s mouth? “Did she trip over that dog?” I was livid. As if she couldn’t trust that we’d keep Baxter with us in his room at night - he was fast asleep when this happened. Even Nick (SO) was annoyed that she’d asked that.

Jump to this past weekend, and here’s a long background to this event.

About two months ago, Nick’s brother and his ex - not even his girlfriend anymore - decided they were going to get a puppy. Now, I think it was Jake’s idea to get the dog, and then the ex just maybe saw an opportunity to stick around, and voila, their puppy.

Who is a backyard bred pit bull puppy bred by a guy either by accidental pregnancy or because he “just wanted to try and breed his dogs”. Either way, these are key signs of an irresponsible breeder. Next sign? The fact he told them both they could take him at 5 weeks of age. When the normal age to take home dogs is 7-8 weeks. We took Bax home at 7 weeks. So not only is he missing out on crucial socialization skills such as bite inhibition and when to cool his jets with corrections from mom, but he’s incredibly small, the runt probably. And then begin the seizures. 5 week old puppy is now on anti-seizure meds - the same ones Nick is on actually.

What’s worse? Jake and his ex didn’t even pay for the fucking dog - Nick did, because Jake didn’t have the money. Makes me wonder how the fuck they’re paying vet fees for a sick dog.

You angry yet?

Jump to a few weeks later. This puppy is a fucking menace. Has zero bite inhibition and those puppy teeth are like razors. He was actually fucking vicious about it as well. Would only let you pet him so he could turn and nail you. Even. Worse? His “parents” encouraged this fucking behavior! Every time he began biting people, even if he was in someone else’s arms, “mom” would take him from them and cuddle him - thus, if you know a little about dog training, is seen as a reward by the dog. Even when I put him down on the floor when he started biting, she picked him up and cuddled him while trying to tell him “no”.

It doesn’t fucking work like that.

So you’ll understand why I get nervous as he gets bigger around Baxter. Having the reputation pits do (I don’t hate them; I just think not everyone should be allowed to own them if they’re not going to take training seriously - and even then, you can’t guarantee they won’t display some genetic aggression later in life), and I brought it to Nick. He’s convinced they’ll “be fine”, and frankly, I don’t want to take that risk because Baxter? Is a softie. He’s a wimp (sorry bubba, but you are), and he won’t stand up for himself - and I don’t want him to be in that position with another dog’s teeth in his neck, where he doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. Because by the time he figures it out, he might be dead (I’m gonna cry just thinking of that possibility).

So I keep an eye on them when they play. Jump to this weekend. The whole point of this rant. Sundays are for family dinner, and the puppy usually accompanies his parents. Why the ex still comes to fucking family dinner, I have no idea - she was his plus one to his sister’s wedding, which multiple people thought was fucking weird, myself included. Anyway, our boys are blocked off from the kitchen while we eat so the puppy can roam and we can keep an eye on him.

Then after dinner we let everyone in the kitchen. Well, Hydro (the 6 year old and Baxter’s father/sire) is at the table looking for scraps (bad habit, I know) when the puppy wanders over.

Now, let me mention this: Hydro was trained and raised as a hunting dog, so while he is socialized, he isn’t a very social dog with other dogs or even strange people. When Baxter was a puppy learning about boundaries, he pushed Hydro too far, and Hydro nailed him - picked him up by the head and tossed him. Baxter was fine, but he kind of got the gist. I was concerned, but at the same time I know it’s how a dog communicates enough is enough. Baxter still pushes boundaries but he’s a jerk like that. It isn’t for lack of trying.

So, puppy wanders over to Hydro, who gives a low warning growl to tell him he’s too close, he needs to back off. Adult dogs don’t very much like puppies to begin with because they have absolutely no manners. It’s crucial in dog development for them to be able to be taught by older dogs in their own way what is right and what is wrong.

Well, puppy made a wrong move not backing off, and Hydro snarled and snapped his teeth at him. He ended up catching him on the snout. Puppy starts screaming because he probably hasn’t had a dog do this before, and it’s bedlam. Hydro ducks under the table thinking he’s going to be punished for communicating in a way the puppy will understand. “Mom” scoops up the puppy, in goddamn tears (fucking please), acting like Hydro just tried to maul him. I’m watching this whole thing happen trying not to roll my eyes at everyone losing their minds.

I feel terrible for Hydro, so I’m the only one (even Nick wasn’t assuring him he wasn’t a bad dog right away, and that dog is attached to his hip) worried about Hydro. So I give him love and attention and tell him he’s okay, he’s not a bad dog. You can’t punish a dog for communicating that he’s had enough, for setting his own boundaries - and “mom” coddling the puppy isn’t helping him either, but he did learn. He was a little nervous about Baxter approaching him, but I’m glad his instinct wasn’t to bite. Had Hydro wanted to hurt him, he would have.

The puppy has to learn - even Baxter was trying to get away from him and everyone was just letting the puppy leap at him. Now granted, I read this morning you shouldn’t do that - if your older dog is trying to get away, you need to separate them.

Anyway, the family, besides Nana and Nick, kept giving Hydro wary glances every time he entered the room in case he was going to just up and attack the puppy. Which pissed me off.

What made it worse? Nick’s mother claiming Hydro wasn’t “socialized”, and the fourth time she said it, I corrected her with, “He’s socialized just fine. The puppy has to learn that dogs have boundaries. Not all of them are going to be like Baxter.”

(Spoiler alert: he would’ve learned this had he been allowed to stay with mom those extra 3 weeks)

So I’ve come to the decision that when Nick and I move to Maine next year, the dogs are staying home, and I’ll be minimizing contact between them. I don’t trust at all that they’re going to take the puppy’s training seriously, especially for a breed that’s so stigmatized like pit bulls. 7% of the dog population and they’re  number 1 in fatalities? There’s something wrong there. 

Anyway, this is my giant rant that’s been building up.

OH, and when we move to Maine, I’m going to do a happy dance because it means Nick’s mom can’t drop in unexpectedly all the fucking time and disrupt my domestic life. I can’t wait.

Uh, yeah, so y’all asked for it and here it is. Go wild on feedback, thoughts, agreements, whatever.

[unikornu]

Page 2 - Initiation - Pre-war memories of Lucy Feit

The month passed since Lucy worked along with Harrison on nasty or weird cases that logic explanation was barely to be found there but gladly Harrison was already an expert on that and Lucy was open minded for even the craziest possibilities. At first he would wish to muzzle her snarky and uncareful mouth when asking questions around the crime scenes but eventually she got some of his words seriously and tuned down her attitude. He couldn’t blame her, being young and with less care than ever before, laying low enough just to keep her head on the neck.

Harrison became eventually like a mentor to her, a bit rough in his approach but it kept her impulsive nature at check. She had trust in his experience and she felt that behind his tough and roughed skin lies a softer man who just got highly disappointed at some chapter in his life and threw it all away just to do things his own dirty way.

- Sir, i finished the report. I came up with something since...idea of a robot looking exactly like our suspect feels a bit...off. She snapped a paper from a machine and handed it to Harrison.

Her desk was placed behind the wall sharing the room in his office and he even gave her the same comfortable leather chair as he had instead of these hard wooden ones since she got hooked up on a job. It was kind of big for her size but oh boy she could almost fall asleep in it when working late.

-Good job Feit. Good to see u are not a total failure afterall. He looked over the paper and added it to the rest of the records in a file. As she walked away back to her desk he took a few seconds of thought.

-Feit, come back for a second. I might have a special job for you from the Boss this time but only if you are one hundred procent sure u can pull this off. He pulled a photo and a crumbled note out of his jacket pocket.

- Really? My first real task from... down there? She was surprised that they would give her a try already but also a bit nervous.

- Consider that your trust ticket that you will be the right person for the real job. She reached slowly towards the photo but Harrison pulled it back.

- But that is serious Feit, no mistakes, no japing around, u do what you are told to do or you and me gonna have a problem. She nodded and stood placing the hands behind her back.

-Alright...this man is gonna be tonight as Sapphire night club, they already figured out his routine, where hes going, when. He somehow got his hands on a holotape with a list of some of our boys down there, today and he intends to use this. He handed her a photo of a middle aged man with a balding head, slightly more chubby. Nightmare of every secretary if that is their boss.

- I..know him. He was working few rooms away from me. Always bothering women around ugh, i never liked him. She folded a photo and slipped it in the pocket in her pants.

- That is why you gonna go tonight to that club, present yourself to a barman as a new worker and get that holotape from him, i don’t care how, just do it without him noticing. Also if u pull this off Sapphire is going to be your second base where u gonna join a girl named...Rosey on collecting data and other things we might need there. Barman, one of bodyguards and her are our people from the Boss so don’t talk to anyone else. He opened a bottle of whiskey and poured himself half a glass.

- Sapphire...isn’t that actually a strip club? You want me to be a stripper now?! She looked at him lowering a corner of her lips and squinting an eye.

- Cool down Feit, not a stripper. Rosey is already a one whore too many there. You gonna be her assistant...u know powdering her ass for a show and making sure the girls have all they need while charming the clients around and steal their shit for us, be it items or words. He took a sip talking about it as calmly as about a weather.

- I would also get used to heels and booze at your place if u gonna stick around there and i think amout of money u might get there will compensate for...struggle. He saw her smiling softy back when he mentioned a payment. She never had a chance to experience a luxury like that in her life that. Leaving her careless parents to a one room shitty apartment and climbing the ladder to a slightly more decent life. And she didn’t last long at the court neither so the smell of money was the one her nose was lurking for.

-Stop dreaming and move Feit! I want to see you with that holotape before the morning. He shooed her with a hand and came back to his files.

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Gladly Ian was also taking a night shift so she didn’t have to come up with any excuse this time. Sapphire was a big night club placed a out of sight not very far away from the center. It had a wide parking area with tables outside and amount of neons that would give a dead one epilepsy. It was also very expensive one so only high or shady figures were coming there for a nice piece of ass and drink. And the club also respected privacy of their clients so no families even knew their husbands and wifes would lurk in such a place. Secrecy, luxury, beautiful women and money. Lucy saw one of bodyguards recognizing her and pointing with his head towards the back entrance. She took a right through narrow alley next to the building and entered the door that had a “Staff” sign written on it keeping her head low and face hidden beneath the hair.

She entered and to her surprise there was already a red haired tanned woman waiting for her, sitting on a bunch of beer boxes with a cigarette.

- They warned me you tend to be late so i lighted one. I’m Rosey. Want a smoke before the job? She pulled pack of out of her shiny bra.

- No...i should probably focus on a....actually you know what, sure. She pulled a smoke out of a pack and leaned down towards Rosey’s lighter. She had to get used with bad habits aswell if she was about to work in such a place.

- So how much u actually know about me? Lucy asked coughing a bit on a first puff.

- Enough to know that u might be just a girl for a job. Let’s go dress you up first. She stood up and guided Lucy through hallways filled with colorful rooms and lights and a smell of perfume.

- Isn’t it a bit suspicious for me to just come in here like that and work? I mean the manager doesn’t know....

- Look. She interrupted. - There is already so many girls and waitresses that anyone can barely keep up with it. And when u make this much money it tends to cover your sight on a situation. They entered her quarters. It was lighted with red and green gloomy lights, a dressing table filled with all kinds of jewelry and feathery scarfs , decorated with a huge mirror wearing a gold frame  along with a rack stuffed fully with skimpy and sparkly outfits. A room for star...but not star of movie but a strip show.

- That should fit you. And don’t forget the make up and a mask. We have a sort of carnival theme tonight. She handed her black sparkly skirt along with a fitting bra. Our target should be here soon.

- Alright, alright. Lucy took the clothes and hid behind the room screen to undress. - So what...brought u..u know, to this place and this job? She asked while pulling with all her strength the skirt on her tights jumping a bit in a process.

- Three words. Nothing-to-lose. I have no family and no one gives a shit about me anyway so i can do whatever the hell i want...and the money is good. She threw her a pair of heels that hit her in the head behind the screen.

-Ouch..good for you, i guess. At least u don’t have to lie to anyone, almost...

- Look at you, your lucky not to be a stripper or they would eat you alive. She chuckled as Lucy came out prepared, a bit stiff on the heels.

- So what’s the plan? I mean i know we are suppose to work together on this one. She spotted a bottle of booze on the table and shoved a sip down her throat to relax a bit and..to get used with yet one more bad habit as Harrison suggested her.

- Well, u go down and u just present yourself and tell him u have other special girl tonight since Tania got sick. Then i’m gonna take care of him and get that holotape and as we finish i will hand it to you. She explained as they left the room.

- Sounds too easy. Lucy pondered.

- Because it is that easy if u know how to charm...and lie..and steal shit swift enough. U will see soon enough. Rosey pushed her forward as their target entered a club.

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Lucy pushed her breasts up and puffed her hair with hands before approaching their target.

- Mr Villin i assume? She approached man smiling with her teeth.

- Finally some service, direct me to Tania as usually honey. It’s already paid. He took a long look at her whole figure before taking the glasses off and hanging them on his pocket. He looked also high from drugs, his face all sweaty and red.

- I’m so sorry sir but Tania called in sick....but we have someone as wild and skilled as her. Please, let me direct you to her room, her name is Rosey. Lucy stroke a hair with a hand and winked at him feeling a deep disgust  inside but job needs to be done.

- Why didn’t they call me before then? Hmpf...ok fine. As they walked towards the guests private rooms he didn’t even try to hide he is staring at her ass swaying to the sides. - Aren’t u availble too honey? That ass of yours would look good on my....

- No sir, i’m making sure our girls are prepared for our every client’s desire. She interrupted before letting him finish his dirty thought and opened a door to a room where Rosey was already prepared for a private show.

- Shame...you would make a lot of money riding a rich man like me. She closed the room behind him and leaned against the wall waiting for the session to end. She could hear him calling her all the ugliest words woman could hear. 

- God..and that pig has a wife and kid. But suddenly a sound of struggle and choking reached her ears. She hesitated before peeking inside to not ruin Rosey plan but eventually looked inside.

- Get off me you fuck! He looked angry and high at the same time pushing her to the floor and choking her.

- I know what you trying to do you fucking whore! Yo..you fucking bitches are all the same. Money and dick ain’t enough for your cunt eh? He was angry and shaky from the high of drugs and booze.

Lucy shut and locked the door behind her. No one could know what's going on and they had no idea how he knew about the set up but something needed to be done and fast as he was out of control. The hatred towards this man finally found a release as she saw Rosey choking and struggling under his big cushy sweaty body. She shattered a bottle and stabbed him in the back repeatedly until he released Rosey and fell on his side. Just Lucy didn’t stop there. She sat on his chest and placed a glass shard in her both hands, shoving it down right in his throat few times. The blood spilled onto her face and chest.

- Fucking hell! Rosey grabbed a towel and covered his mouth along with a neck to not let any sounds leave his mouth while he was bleeding out. Lucy was breathing heavly and fast, frozen, the blood dripping from her hands and face. She killed someone for the first time.  

- It was not suppose to happen like that, shit shit..we need to do something. Rosey was wiping the blood from the floor aswell. Luckily there was no carpet. Something in Lucy mind shifted and her face turned from shocked to focused as she pulled herself up.

- Did he come with a car? She asked while going through dead man clothes left on a couch looking for a holotape and a keys.

-Yes, its parked right by the back entrance since front was full. Why? She clumped all the bloody towels together and looked at her.

- We..need to take him out, get him into car and drive away somewhere, get rid of the body, clothes, everything. Rosey nodded and peeked outside the room to make sure no one will see them carrying him outside. Luckly their bodyguard was not so far away so she could give the signal to distract the rest for a while.

- Fucking hell, he’s heavy. They struggled a lot but managed to pack him into his car eventually, shoving him into the back seat low enough to hide him out of the view and covering him with his clothes. They packed all the dirty towels into the baggage.

- Can you drive? Lucy asked while handing her a jacket to cover themselves a bit.

- I’m your girl. But you will have to get a license too eventually if this is how you do your bloody job. My god...he starts to stink, lets hurry. Rosey was not happy, she usually never let the plans go in this manner but she was lucky to have a backup that night.

- Thanks for help. He was bloody heavy and aggressive as fuck. Her face softened as they drove his car outside towards the nearest empty cliff.

- Don’t mention it...it was an impulse and since we will work together it would be shame to fuck it up on a first day like that eh? She wiped the blood from her face and sighted.

- You okay? I mean i know you saw blood and shit with Harrison but i don’t think you ever killed anyone before like that? Rosey looked at her with a concern.

- I’m fine...i will be fine. I mean, i know what i agreed to so..i will just swallow it and move on right? As they arrived to a cliff Lucy pulled a small gas canister and started emptying it all over the car sits and dead body.

- That’s my girl. You will be okay. Do you think tho Harrison will be angry? It kind of came out of hand. They let the car drive itself towards the cliff and crash down in a fire as it hit the rocks, burning down everything away.

- Kind of is a small word for what just happened. But how he knew? Lucy asked as they drank the rest of the whiskey that was left in a bottle they took with them.

- I have no idea but i’m glad you were there. Most important is that we have holotape and we cover all tracks from this night. Lets find a pick up and go back.

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Sun didn’t raise yet, it was still very early so Lucy kept her word to get the holotape to the office on time. Her face cleaned from all the make up but tired and pale from a whole night of work.

- I got the holotape and...well.. Lucy approached Harrison standing silently in his office with a back towards her.  

- You had one job Feit, get the fucking holotape and leave! He turned around abruptly grabbing her by a neck and pushing to the wall. - What the fuck happened there?!

- He somehow knew! I had no choice sir. She tried to pull his hands off for a bit of air but even with 50 years on his back Harrison was not one to joke with when shit hits the fan.

- Did you get rid of the body? Wiped evidence? He didn’t release her until he got all the answers.

-Yes! The bodyguard covered us and the barman knows so if anyone asks he came and left because Tania wasn’t available. His car is crashed and burned along with him outside of town. She fell on her knees and coughed as Harrison finally let her out of grip.

- At least that, goddamit Feit. Things never go smooth with you around. He sighted in disappointment but after a moment he offered her hand to stand up.

-But you did your job after all. Don’t take that harshly to yourself how i treat you but you two will have to be more careful. She took his hand and stood up.

- Yes sir. We will...

- And congrats kid, don’t let me down. He stuffed money roll into her hand and pat her shoulder. - Just don’t spend it all in one go will you?

She felt like stabbing this man was a final part of initiation but what meaned more to her was Harrison’s good word on a job well done. He was like a father figure to her later on that she never had any in her life, not wanting to let him down and help her evolve in this new world she stepped into.

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Ian woke her up with a kiss on a cheek as he arrived to her apartment late in the morning. He noticed a small blood smear under her nose.

- Hey, how was your shift? Are you okay? He looked at her as she woke up a bit concerned about the tiredness on her face. Lucy pulled herself on her elbows towards him and looked him in the eyes.  She grinned and kissed him before pulling him to bed to catch few more hours of sleep.

- I have never been better my dear....

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Note: I could say that later on Gage reminds her of Harrison a bit in terms of keeping her impulsive nature on a leash. And looking how age difference between Lucy and Gage would be around 8 years or so yeh, he does have experience and better approach to things while Lucy acts on instincts and impulses. (I have no idea how old is Gage but if i would give him in my universe 35 years Lucy would be 27). And in exchange for pistol training Rosey taught her a bit of charming skills and stealing, maybe a few dirty tricks aswell. And hell Rosey could dance indeed that’s why Lucy also likes to swing from time to time when familiar sounds hit her ear. Spending a lot of time in night clubs forced her to get used with smoking, booze and chems but Rosey had to keep an eye on her as she did tend to go over a bit too much at times. So far im happy to write this sort of shit tbh, makes my head a bit lighter from ideas.  

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Le Nozze di Figaro, Act IV, 40 lines

Belated. For @notyouraveragejulie. As always thank you for the wonderful prompts; this is so much fun :D Working on the other request too!

Le Nozze di Figaro, Act IV, 40 lines

Barbarina is in the garden looking around

Barbarina: Oh no I lost the pin that the Count gave me to give to Suzanna now I’m in trouble

Figaro and Marcellina come in

Figaro: What’s this about a pin and the Count and Suzanna??

Barbarina: I was supposed to give this pin back to Suzanna that the Count gave me. OOPS I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO TELL ANYONE

Figaro: Oh no worries my dear, I won’t say a word. *steals a pin from Marcellina who just happens to have one that looks exactly like Suzanna’s* Here’s your pin! Now run off and contribute to my betrayal I mean have a good day my dear. *Barbarina leaves* MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM SUZANNA’S CHEATING ON MEEEE

Marcellina: Don’t jump to conclusions.

Figaro: Nope she’s totally cheating on me I’m gonna get revenge for all husbands *he runs off*

Marcellina: Men! If only they could be more like goats when it comes to women and be nicer to their wives. Not sure exactly where that metaphor came from but it’ll do for now. I better go tell Suzanna what’s up. *she leaves*

Barbarina comes back into the garden with a basket of fruit

Barbarina: The Count is so stingy! I wish he would leave Cherubino alone already. That page is such a cutie. I can’t wait to find him and make out I mean give him this fruit. Oh no, someone’s coming. Better hide! *hides in an arbor*

Figaro enters with Bartolo and Basilio

Figaro: Gentlemen, wait here. When you hear me whistle, come find me. *he leaves*

Bartolo: Cool, now what are we supposed to do?

Basilio: Did I ever tell you about the story of when I got caught in the rain with a donkey’s skin?

Bartolo: That sounds extremely disturbing so I’m just going to leave even though Figaro told me to stay here. *leaves*

Basilio: No one ever wants to hear my aria. What’s the point of being a tenor in an opera buffa if I don’t even get a solo? *exit*

Figaro: *comes back* Ah, women are so untrustworthy. I shouldn’t have gotten married in the first place but then I guess the title of this thing wouldn’t make sense and anyway I love Suzanna but she’s such a traitor and so are all women and here I go again. Imma go hide now. *he hides*

Suzanna and the Countess enter disguised as each other

Suzanna: We’ll show those faithless husbands what’s up and by faithless I mean your cheating husband and my ridiculous one who apparently doesn’t trust me even though I literally just pledged my life to him although I suppose I could have just told him we were going to do this to put his mind at ease BUUUT then it wouldn’t be nearly as funny so NO REGRETS also I know Figaro is here hiding because he’s suspicious of me so I’m going to sing a song that he can hear OH MY DEAR LOVE HOW EXCITED I AM TO SEE YOU IN THIS BEAUTIFUL GARDEN Imma go hide now *she hides*

Cherubino skips in singing as if he hasn’t just been reprimanded a dozen times and almost got killed by an angry husband at least twice

Cherubino: LALALALALALALA *sees the Countess wearing Suzanna’s clothes* oooooooh look it’s Suzanna I’m going to be really inappropriate and ask for a kiss because I’m an imp everyone says I am so it may as well be true HI SWEETIE

Countess: GO AWAY

Cherubino: Don’t play coy with me! Oops here comes the Count better hide *goes into the arbor*

Count: That stupid page will be the death of me. Ah, Suzanna, there you are. Now let’s get this party started. You’re so lovely!

Countess: I know. Wait, I hear someone coming. We should go!

Count: What already?

The Countess and the Count flee in opposite directions

Figaro: Now it’s quiet. The traitors are gone. I’ll soon show them what’s what.

Suzanna: Figaro, be quiet!

Figaro: Wait is that my wife disguised as the Countess? That must mean the person meeting the Count is actually Rosina! My wife is so much more clever than I give her credit for. Buuuuut she also deserves to be punished because she tricked me. *he throws himself at Suzanna’s feet* Dear Countess, now that we are alone, I can finally confess my love to you!

Suzanna: *hitting him with her fan* OMG HOW DARE YOU FAITHLESS HUSBAND TAKE THAT AND THAT I HATE YOU

Figaro: Honeyyyyyyy I knew it was you, I recognized your voice.

Suzanna: Oh shit sorry

Figaro: Now let’s continue the ploy and make the Count furious!

The Count comes back and sees them

Count: OMG WHAT IS GOING ON FIGARO IS MAKING ADVANCES ON MY WIFE WHAT A TRAITOR NOT LIKE I WAS JUST DOING THE EXACT SAME THING TO HIM WITH SUZANNA     

Figaro and Suzanna: Oh no! The jig is up! *they run into the arbor*

Count: FIRE POLICE AMBULANCE SOMEBODY HELP I’M GOING TO KILL THIS GUY

Basilio, Bartolo, Antonio, and also Curzio for some reason all come in

All of them: WHAT’S ALL THE RACKET

Count: THEY’RE IN THE ARBOR GET THEM *Figaro, Suzanna, Cherubino, and Barbarina all run out of the arbor* wtf how many people are hiding in here

Figaro, Suzanna, Cherubino, Barbarina: Please don’t hurt us, sir, ‘twas all in good fun.

Count: Nope I’ve been humiliated y’all are in so much trouble

The Countess enters; she and Suzanna take off their disguises so everyone can see

Countess: Well, I’m the Countess, so I can grant them pardon.

Count: Omg this is the cherry on top of the sundae, I’m so ashamed and totally learned my lesson. Please forgive me.

Countess: I forgive you, dear, because I’m a softy and also kind of naïve and I’m sure this apology actually means something even though you’ve said sorry about a million times and never changed.

All: What a great moment, everyone’s reconciling and we’ll all live happily ever after. Even after all these tricks and trials love will always win out. No let’s all go party again even though it’s probably like midnight right now.

Everyone leaves to go to the party.

Fin

[dr-gloom]

The Makings of Greatness: Chapter 7

Fandom: Sanders’ Sides

Pairing: platonic logince, platonic moxiety, platonic anxeit, familial ThVi

Tags/Warnings (for this chapter): Deceit (i keep forgetting to put him here but i have been tagging him), slight sympathetic deceit, mentioned abandonment, absentee dad, abandonment issues

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Prologue  Ch 1  Ch 2  Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6  Ch 7  Ch 8  Ch 9  Ch 10  Ch 11  Ch 12  Ch 13  Ch 14  Ch 15  Ch 16  Ch 17

The natural light had long-since disappeared, all lights on deck having been turned down or completely off to simulate the passage of time from afternoon to evening. Virgil dragged the mop back and forth, back and forth, thinking silently to himself. He’d been brooding too much in his thoughts over the past couple of hours, going over what had happened in his mind so many times there was scarcely anything else he could think about. Every time he imagined the angry flash of those golden eyes or recalled the feeling of being lifted into the air and shoved into the mast his heart sped up and he had to stop what he was doing to take a breath.

And here he was, thinking of it all again.

Breathe, Virgil.

Morph changed into a small mop, giggling as he swabbed the deck - and Virgil’s boot - before flitting back up to grin in Virgil’s face. He hiccupped and bubbles came out; Virgil laughed lightly and rolled his eyes, long past seeing Morph as in-league with Declan the Creepy Cook. He sighed, slumping and using the mop to prop himself up.

“It sure has been an exciting day, huh, Morph? I made some new friends, like that spider psycho.” He wiggles his fingers in a sardonic imitation of Remy’s long legs. Morph laughs and turns into Remy, raising his claws above his head and wiggling his legs to match Virgil’s fingers along with his words. “Spider psycho! Spider psycho!”

Virgil laughs lightly. “Nah, a little uglier.”

Morph pulls a thinking face before hiding his face behind his claws, then suddenly he’s throwing them up again and cackling in his high-pitched voice, Remy’s eyes and fangs decidedly more accentuated, making him look almost cartoonish. “Pretty close.” Virgil snickers. Morph bows before returning to his pink form.

“Well, well.”

Virgil turns to see Declan ascending the steps with a large bowl of scraps, heading for the edge of the deck. “Thank heavens for little miracles. I’ve been gone nearly three hours and you have yet to destroy the deck.” He tips the bowl over, emptying its contents into deep space.

At least they were biodegradable.

Do things degrade in space?

Probably.

Virgil was thinking too much.

Virgil sighed. “Look, uh…” He really had been thinking too much. While he was working, he kept thinking about what happened, yeah, but he also kept thinking about how Declan saved him from almost certainly being killed and/or maimed. He thought the cook hated him, but… he couldn’t if he saved him, right? “What you- what you did….” He looks up at Declan, giving him a small rare smile. “Thanks.”

Declan raises an eyebrow, studying Virgil’s expression. “...Didn’t your father ever teach you to pick your fights more carefully?” Virgil silently goes back to mopping, and Declan feels that strange feeling in his chest again. “Is he not the teaching sort?” Virgil turns his back, continuing to mop.

“Well, I had two fathers. My dad and my pa. My dad’s a total softy; it was supposed to be my pa’s job to “raise me like a real boy”, but… he was more of the… taking off and never coming back… sort.”

What was this feeling? Maybe Declan needed to have something else replaced, now. He walks over to Virgil, leaning his arms on the trim of the ship. “I’m… sorry.” Was he?

He was.

Virgil gives a humorless laugh and a shrug that does funny things to Declan’s heart. “Hey, well, no big deal.” He sets the mop aside, leaning over the trim to watch the distant stars pass. “I’m doing just fine without him.”

Declan didn’t like the heavy, tense atmosphere. He didn’t like the way it was making him feel. “Is that so…. Well. The captain did put you in my charge, so…” He straightens up. “Like it or not, I suppose I’ll have to pound some skills into that thick head of yours.” He pokes Virgil’s forehead with the pad of one of his metallic fingers, pulling the teen out of his thoughts. Virgil blinks, processing his words.

“Wait, what?”

Declan grins. “From here on I’m not letting you out of my sight-”

“You can’t do th-”

“You don’t so much as eat, sleep, or scratch your ass without my permission.”

Virgil crosses his arms petulantly. “Don’t do me any favors.”

Declan laughs and throws an arm around Virgil’s shoulder. “Oh, trust me, you can be sure of that.”

He could do this. He could be the tough caretaker forced into the position out of a sense of duty.

Maybe it would get rid of these moments that made his chest ache.

Over the next few weeks, Declan kept his promise. From dawn to dusk he had Virgil out of bed and working, whether it was in the kitchen or on deck. He rigged a makeshift sort of Bosun’s Chair for he and Virgil to sit and work at scraping the barnacles from the ship’s underbelly.

Well, he would egg Virgil on, goad him into actually “putting some effort into something useful for once”, and Virgil would scrape the barnacles from the ship’s underbelly. There were thousands. It took almost two weeks.

He tried to teach Virgil how to tie a proper noose knot, because as a cabin boy it would be his job to make sure ropes were secure in the event that all aboard required lifelines. Virgil hadn’t once looked at him, leaning back in his seat and looking bored. Declan had tried to smile and be charming, tell jokes just to get him to look at him, but when he went to finish off the knot and present it, Virgil was gone. Confused - because they were sitting in a small pod off to the side of the ship, attached by metal rods - he looked over the edge to see if Virgil had fallen only to see Virgil walking away along the trim of the ship, hands shoved in his pockets and gaze turned down as always. Declan looked away, not liking the way his heart pulled at him, and noticed Virgil’s rope. It was tied in a perfect noose knot, better than the cheap demo one Declan made, and had been used to help lower Virgil to the ship.

Well, at least he was learning.

When Virgil scrubbed the deck on hands and knees, Declan would walk up with a mischievous grin that set Virgil on edge. He would stand up, ready for a confrontation, only for Declan to dump more soapy water onto the deck. Every. Single. Time. And every single time, Virgil would huff and get back on his hands and knees, scrubbing at the wood planks until they glistened.

In the kitchen, he had Virgil peeling root vegetables by the hundreds; enough to last the entire trip. He kept a careful eye on the teen as the piles of peels grew into mountains and his posture slumped, exhausted from the constant work. He would look away before he lost his resolve, telling himself Virgil had to learn how to handle an honest day’s work. Virgil’s eyes would wander up to the squares of light cast by the wood hatched window on deck, and Declan would pretend not to notice so he wouldn’t have to scold him.

He made Virgil wash the dishes. Every last one. Being a large ship with a sizeable crew (and two passengers), the dishes would quickly stack up until the pile grew bigger than Declan himself. He would carry stacks of plates, silverware, and cookware, depositing them beside Virgil who sat on a stool with a pot of soapy water. It was enough work to keep him busy for a large portion of the day, and on a particularly busy day for him - Declan had made a rather large lunch for the crew and accrued more dishes than usual - Declan had come down to the galley to check in on Virgil. Virgil had been zoning out a lot lately, and they couldn’t afford to fall behind on dishes tonight with dinner fast approaching. The sight before him as he reached the bottom of the stairs made him pause.

Virgil was asleep, cheek resting on the lip of a pot in his arms, scrub brush in hand, and not a dirty dish in sight. Declan looked around. Virgil had cleaned every last dish absolutely spotless, and even put them back in their designated spot. Morph cooed at Virgil’s sleeping figure, and Declan couldn’t help the fond sigh that escaped him at the teen’s slightly smooshed sleeping face. Declan took off his coat, draping it over Virgil’s shoulders before he left. He told himself it was because it would be a pain if Virgil got too cold and got sick.

If Virgil knew where the coat had come from when he’d woken up, he didn’t mention it.

Virgil did his best to keep busy, to immerse himself in his work. Of course, he would always act like he hated it, groaning and complaining the entire time in typical teen fashion, but really he’d give anything to have a distraction from his own thoughts. So secretly, he was happy for the work.

It wasn’t enough though, not really.

Back home on Montressor, he had endless distractions. Working in the Mind Palace Inn provided a sort of numb monotony that allowed him to dissociate and amble through his days, the work completely mindless to the point he didn’t have to use any conscious thought. Riding his surfer was the opposite, a completely immersive effect that gave him so much to focus on that there wasn’t room for brooding thoughts.

Here, on a ship in the middle of dead space, with only a cranky cook and Morph for company, he was stuck doing mundane chores that required just enough brain power to think, but not enough to make overthinking impossible.

So that left him to his roaming thoughts.

He thought of the days when he was younger, back when he dreamed openly of exploring space just like his pa, going on adventures - or at the very least being a merchant so he could see the galaxy. He would spend his days exploring his home planet, more often than not getting in trouble for going where he wasn’t allowed. At night, if his pa was away, he would stay up late with his dad while he sat in his pajamas, worrying over his husband’s safe return. On the nights he was supposed to return but hadn’t yet, neither of them would sleep.

Virgil remembers one day when he was seven, he’d made a wooden boat. He was proud of it; it wasn’t very complicated or detailed, but he made it, by himself, and that was enough. He’d been so excited to show his pa that when the man walked through the front door he shot to his feet, holding it up like a prized trophy, grinning widely with one missing tooth. His pa just ruffled his hair and kept walking, heading upstairs. Virgil threw the wooden ship in the trash.

The morning Virgil’s pa had left for the last time, it wasn’t on a job. Virgil’s window had been slightly open to let in the warm summer breeze, the gentle light breaking through the clouds and slowly waking the ten-year-old. He didn’t know what woke him up, even to this day, but he chalked it up to a gut instinct. He’d woken up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and felt a sinking feeling in his stomach that had him shooting out of bed and down the stairs.

He’d found his dad at the table by the window, crying into his hands, hair a mess and still in pajamas, his pa nowhere in sight. He’d raced out the front door and spotted his pa heading for the dock near the Inn, and somehow he knew this was different than all the other times. He knew he had to stop his pa or something bad would happen. He ran after him, calling out to him, but his pa never once looked back as he climbed on the ship. Virgil ran with all his might, his fingers brushing the fabric of his pa’s jacket as a breeze fluttered the fabric, but before he could grab on the ship’s thruster was ignited and his pa was being carted away. Virgil collapsed on the end of that dock and knew he’d never have to spend a late night with his dad again.

At night, if he couldn’t sleep, Virgil would often sneak on deck. If he felt brave enough, sure that no one would catch him, he’d maneuver his way onto the stem and sit on his heels, losing himself in the thousands of stars that dotted the night sky and feeling the cool breeze sift through his hair.

If he didn’t feel like sneaking on deck, he would sneak down to the galley. He’d sit on the staircase, just within the shadows with a mug of tea, and listen to Declan weaving extravagant tales of past adventures to his crew in the lamplight, drinking in their laughter. He always found he slept better on those nights, after rushing back to his hammock before anyone else to make sure he didn’t get caught, adrenaline thrumming under his skin as he closed his eyes and listened to the crew pass him by unwittingly.

Roman had asked Declan to test the sails and thruster on the I.M.G.Nation’s longboat. It was a small thing, really practically a dinghy, and only fit a few people. Declan brought Virgil down with him; the job would be easier with two hands to work the pulleys. He opened up the bottom of the ship and had Virgil jump to the other catwalk across the way, the two of them each grabbing one of the pulley’s ropes and slowly lowering the longboat until it was level enough for Declan to step into. He settled in as Virgil lowered it down through the opening in the bottom of the ship, grinning up at him smugly and giving a lazy wave as he pulled the lever that would ignite the thruster. The longboat dropped a couple feet before the sail opened and it shot off, leaving Virgil behind.

Virgil’s smile faded as he watched Declan leave without him. It was stupid, really, but it reminded him of his pa. Declan wasn’t him, though. He barely even liked the guy. So why did it matter if he just disappeared? It didn’t. Right.

So then why did he feel elation choking his lungs when Declan came back? Declan rose through the hole in the ship’s bottom and motioned for Virgil to get on with a smile and Virgil felt relief flood through his veins, jumping on board and laughing shakily as Declan steadied him with a hand to his arm. Declan motioned for Virgil to take the guide, giving him control of the longboat. He started to explain how the controls worked and Virgil shot him a mischievous smirk before turning it on to full throttle. Declan let out a startled laugh and held on to his tricorn, taking in the way Virgil’s face lit up as he flew the ship near a comet, then right into its tail, burning stardust dusting his hair and his face and making him laugh with joy. Virgil pulled the sail in and pulled the longboat into a spin, letting his senses become full with swirling light that almost made him nauseous. This was a hundred times better than flying his solar surfer in some canyon.

Declan was almost sure they were going to die until Virgil stabilized the longboat and brought it out of the comet’s tail, slowing their speed. Declan took a moment to catch his breath, letting his stomach settle and his heart slow. He shook stardust off his tricorn and looked over at Virgil, his breath catching at the sight.

Virgil had on the biggest smile Declan had ever seen, hair an absolute mess, clothes rumpled from the wind, and stardust accumulating in each. His eyes were alight with passion and true, unbridled joy. It was the first time Virgil had ever looked his age, instead of leagues older and heavier than most adults. Declan wanted to protect that smile.

Both men grabbed a rope, pulling the longboat back up into the ship. Declan’s side suddenly lurched up, making him stumble back with a startled chuckle.

“Having a little trouble?”

Declan looked over his shoulder at Virgil, who wore a smug grin, rope in one hand while the other lay as a fist against his hip. Declan rolled his eyes, pulling on his rope to even them out, but even he couldn’t lie about the grin on his face. “Pf, get away from me.” He nudged Virgil over with his boot to the teen’s thigh and Virgil laughed, taking a step back and helping Declan pull the longboat up the rest of the way.

Both men tie their respective ropes to the metal loops anchored into the longboat. Declan sighs softly as he tightens his knot, straightening up. “If I could maneuver a skiff like that at your age, they’d be bowing in the streets when I walked by today.” He sat down with a huff, taking off his tricorn. Morph flew out of the hat, turning into a mini Declan and bowing. “Bowing in the streets!”

Virgil sits down once his knot is tied. “I dunno, they aren’t exactly singin’ my praises at home. But... I’m gonna change that.”

Declan pets Morph, smiling. If anyone asked, he would say he’s riding the high of a good sail. “Are you? How so?”

Virgil leans back, crossing his arms behind his head. “I’ve got plans. Gonna make people see me a little different.” He closes his eyes with a smile.

Declan’s smile fades. If his plans were what he thought they were, then…. “Sometimes plans don’t work out.”

Virgil just gives a happy shrug. “Sometimes. Not this time.”

Declan’s leg starts to ache - well, it’d be more accurate to say the connected nerves ached - and he pulled his leg up to prop it on the skiff’s bench, rubbing at the accordion-like thigh. He grips the lugnut in his knee and tries to turn it with a grunt, and Morph mercifully comes to his aid, turning into a wrench. Declan smiles, gripping him. “Thank you, Morph.” He fits the wrench against the lugnut and twists it, tightening the nut before letting go of Morph so he can change back.

Virgil glances down at Declan’s leg, face pinched. “How’d that happen, anyway?”

Declan frowns, glancing down at his mechanized hand. “You give up a few things chasing a dream.”

Virgil sits up, frowning. “Was it worth it?”

Declan studies Virgil for a moment before moving to sit next to him, wrapping an arm around him. “I’m hoping it is, Virgil.” He puts his tricorn back on and closes his eyes, smiling as Virgil rests his head back against his arm and closes his eyes as well.

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[firebirdsdaughter]

Hee hee hee...

... I found a Zi-O 14 raw...

I’m gonna watch it!

(I’m still tired though, so this’ll likely be a speed through and then I’ll do another post later, but anyway, more below!)

(So it turns out I lied. I got way to into the episode. Sorry.)

In no order:

YES! Geiz you softie, I knew it. Even if you’re gonna defend it by saying it’s bc you want to be the one to kill him or whatever, I knew you weren’t gonna leave it at that.

It’s making me think of something from the musical ep of Buffy (disclaimer: I have not actually watched Buffy I just have the music from that ep bc... I love show tunes. No. Really. That’s why.). Weird comparison, I know, but hear me out--Spike’s got this line that goes (w/ some less applicable parts removed) ‘I hope she fries ... I better help her out.’ Literally, I feel like that's what happened here. Geiz is like ‘I totally do not care at all that he is dead, absolutely not, not for any reason whatsoever, I’m going to leave now good-bye. ............ OkaymaybeI’mgonnagosavehim. But only bc I want to be the one to kill him. Not bc I care at all in any way even a little bit.’

RYUKI!

Yeah, yeah. I know it’s just Tsukasa, but, I mean... Ryuki.

Aw, he did the henshin kinda like how Takeru used to do it. ^^ God, Tsukasa, what are you doing giving me warm fuzzies?

THREE GHOST NO WAITING.

TSUKASA LOOK WHERE YOU’RE THROWING YOUR SHIT GO PICK THAT SWORD UP RIGHT NOW!

NO! MY BABY! WHY HAVE THE LAST THREE TAGS BEEN IN ALL CAPS?

Okay, yeah, but... We already know Takeru has one/it. So... Hm. Does Tsukasa know that? At this point I just never take anything this man says or does at face value, so...

Ooop. Yup. Guessing he dropped that on purpose. What is your plan here, Tsukasa?

SOUGO JUST LOADED TAKERU INTO THE TIME MAJIN. HE’S MAKING HIM DRIVE. I LOVE THESE TWO GOOFBALLS THEY ARE SO CUTE.

Wait. Is future¡nonRider¡Takeru gonna meet past¡Rider¡Takeru?

OH. Oh... Wow. Okay. Not the plan I was expecting to be implemented. A... Apparently Takeru’s new Force Push works on physical stuff, too. Alright then! Sure, I’ll take it!

WAIT IF GHOST SOUGO ISN’T THERE HOW IS TAKERU GONNA GET BACK???

Oh, hey Woz. I guess. He seems... A little frustrated about something?

Sougo, why are you making a face like you got caught talking in class? You don’t have to feel bad about this. You did a good. A... Side from semi-stranding Takeru in the past?

Wait... If the incident never occurred, then Another Ghost was never created, then Takeru never lost his memories, then he never got deRidered... But the Ghost Watch exists so he should still be deRidered.... Augh! I knew I didn’t have the brain for this time travel stuff! I’m gonna stop thinking about it.

And now Uhr (or whatever his name is) is gonna pout. Which is probably gonna be destructive.

But also... MAKOTO!!!

Though... Why is Makoto here? Though, I guess I’m not sure when exactly this would fall during Ghost, since we weren’t given any timeline indication for it. Seems to be after Takeru and Makoto made up, though... I guess he was in the area? And then saw Takeru getting attacked.

Yeah, okay, so he’s still Spectre, which means the Ghost timeline hasn't been erased yet.

Aw, and he doesn’t know it’s not the Takeru from his time. So... Are we gonna have two Takeru’s? I’m curious.

IT JUST APPEARED! NOW IF PAST¡TAKERU SHOWS UP WE WILL HAVE FIVE FOUR GHOSTS!!!

Unfortunately, we lost one bc Tsukasa is a dick.

I’m assuming Takeru’s memories are back, too.

Makoto is just staring at him (looking absolutely fantastic, might I add) like ‘dude wtf are you okay? What’s going on?’

THEY DID THE POSES THEY SAID THE THINGS

Uhr, why are you surprised? Did you not do your research or something? YOU PICKED A FIGHT W/ THE ACTUAL KAMEN RIDER GHOST.

I realise this is all gonna get erased by the end of this (come to think if you erase the Ghost Timeline... What happens to Makoto and Kanon? I mean, Takeru never dies... Do they never get sucked into Gamma? Bc the accident never occurs, or bc Gamma never exists? And if Gamma never exists... What about Alain? And his family? Oh Dear.) so this won’t happen, but it’s really funny think about Makoto mentioning this to the Takeru of the past later and having 2015¡Takeru be like ‘Makotonii-chan wth are you talking about?’ and Makoto is like ‘Wth do you mean wth? YOU WERE THERE!’

SWARTZ JUST SHOWS UP TO SCOLD HIM. I love this evil time manipulating family that hates each other.

Okay, but Uhr is gonna turn the brother into Another Ghost anyway... But now he’s not dead, so destroying the Another Ride Watch isn’t a moral dilemma anymore.

And there go Makoto and Takeru.

EXCEPT THAT’S TAKERU FROM THE FUTURE HOW IS HE GETTING BACK.

Wait... Is Geiz still in 2015? Maybe he can give him a hand.

Sougo, did you just realise that Woz does not actually have your best interests in mind? I’ve known that since nigh ten episodes ago.

I feel like Makoto was either just like ‘Takeru what the hell is going on?’, ‘What are you doing here?’ or, ‘Weren’t you wearing something else half nd hour ago?’ (okay, probably not that last one). And now Takeru is scrambling bc he can’t very well be like ‘yeah I’m actually Takeru from the future who forgot he was a Kamen Rider etc.’

Mika there w/ the accidental save. I’m sure a little sister looking for her brother is gonna hit a nerve w/ Makoto, too...

Poor Makoto. He’s getting Gaim Arc Tsukuyomi’d. It’s okay, honey, this’ll all have never have happened by the end of this episode.

He’s still, like, two dimensional, though. Physically, I mean. Like, Flat Stanley. He can fit through tight spaces if he turns sideways.

Takeru is such a terrible liar he has to look the opposite direction. It’d be really funny if the Takeru of 2015 came running up right after they leave. Poor Makoto would be so confused. Even more than he already is.

Poor guy, I’m so sorry. Don’t worry. Like I said, by the end of this, this’ll never have happened.

Aw, Geiz came back. I’m glad he’s alright.

Also... OH MY GOD I JUST NOTICED SOUGO MOPING IN THE CORNER.

It sounds like he’s complaining, but I don’t speak Japanese, so I’m not sure. I’m really confused as to why Takeru didn’t tell them, though... Like, did he think they wouldn’t believe him?

Oh, yeah... What’d they tell Junichiro? He doesn’t seem as worried as he’d presumably be if he knew Sougo was technically dead...

Tsukuyomi taking one for the team w/ this conversation. Geiz is just sitting there like ‘this is one of the most awkward moments of my life.’

Oh my gosh, they just came in. Poor Takeru’s running around so much. His feet have gotta hurt by now.

Takeru don’t talk to Sougo when you know no one else can see him, for pity’s sake.

See what I mean? Everyone is looking at you like you’re nuts.

Oh for... SERIOUSLY? YOU’RE ONLY TELLING THEM NOW? You bloody little troll. It’s okay, I still love you.

I’m... Pretty sure they just mentioned Akari. Aw, that’s sweet. They couldn’t get her back, but they didn’t forget her.

I’m starting to wonder if the Ghost cast just have a group chat and Takeru’s actor was like ‘hey who’s free during this time period?’ and these are the folks who could make it.

Aw, Geiz is embarrassed. I saw you doing the awkward embarrassed thing. Poor Tsukuyomi just collapses in a chair.

Oh my gosh... Geiz is mad that that they made him embarrassed and have feelings, so he’s got both Sougo and Takeru by the shoulders like an angry big brother or something, and poor Takeru’s trying to explain, I love this episode. I also love how bad Geiz is at feelings.

Wait, though... Did they give Sougo his body back, or did they just temporarily revitalise his ghost? Bc I seem to remember that while Takeru was a ghost, he was capable of being corporeal at times.

I love how Sougo is just nodding along w/ what Takeru’s saying like ‘Sempai, save me!’

Geiz is like ‘You asshole... I GOT DOUBLE RIDER KICKED FOR YOU!’ He’s totally gonna try and kill him again for this...

This is totally like that moment in Dekaranger when Hoji got huffy about something and stalked out and the rest of the team just started giggling and someone literally said ‘He’s so bad at feelings!’ Bc Geiz is very bad at feelings. I love him, he’s so hopeless.

Yeah, it’s fine, Takeru was able to make it so he was no longer reanimated. And confused the hell out of poor Makoto in the process!

Geiz is also embarrassed about the Ghost Ride Watch getting destroyed. It’s okay, peaches, you got double Rider Kicked, remember? Anyway, Takeru’s got one. Well, I mean... Presumably it’s the same one. Just... It’s in a time loop. And it will be until we finish changing time. At least we know it’ll always come back, bc Puma Zi-O has to have it for Geiz to steal in the first place.

Aw, the Time Jacker sibs are working together! Guess Dad frustrated.

Robot fights? In my Kamen Rider? It’s more likely than you’d think!

Aw, look at that. They just got their gamers on.

Oh, nope, now we’re Build and Cross-z.

God, you boys REALLY SUCK at not being in sync. Are you sure you weren’t meant to work together?

Woz here, trying manipulate Tsukasa. Please. You don’t play a player.

Still excited for the day Geiz uses Sougo’s name.

Geiz here, sharing the powers again.

Tsukasa is sitting in this construction equipment like one of your french girls.

I think Tsukasa just asked Woz who he was talking to, and Woz was like ‘Uhhh... I dunno?’

I just realised... Sougo’s Decade Armour has a barcode on it?

YES! THANK YOU! I knew I could count on you, Tsukasa. He just yelled at Woz to either stop or be quiet, I’m pretty sure, snatched the book and closed it. Bringing back Masahiro was a great choice, I love this. So long as he can keep it up. I hope he’s not overdoing it between this and Jinga.

Either that or he said ‘too long,’ which is also true.

Oooooooo. He can use two Riders at once on the sword.

Woz, are you just realising Tsukasa is doing what he wants, not what you want? Seriously?

Like I said, I do trust Tsukasa to at least have noble intentions/goals, even if his methods are rather... Questionable at times. I do believe he does take his post as a Kamen Rider seriously. Even if he’s... Tsukasa.

The Decade Armour is chanting ‘HEI-SEI HEI-SEI HEI-SEI etc. etc.’ and I’m afraid I must admit I love it.

Aw, Tsukuyomi and Takeru waited for him to wake up. Geiz isn’t there bc he’s embarrassed.

Junichiro is scared of Tsukasa, and you know what, valid.

Also Geiz is gonna kill something and for once it might not be Sougo. It’s okay, dude. Like I said, at the end of the day, he is a Kamen Rider, the goddamn leggy bastard.

HE’S JUST EATING THE FOOD OH MY GOD THIS MAN IS UNSTOPPABLE.

I love how he apparently takes the camera off to eat.

And Tsukasa is still himself, even though the Decade Ride Watch exists... Hmm... So either the thing about there being two Koutas was true, or... There’s something else going one w/ leg asshole here that allowed him to keep his memories when even Fruit Jesus lost them.

That’s... Actually an okay photo? Tsukasa, have you improved?

Geiz is gonna try and kill him again. Sorry, sweetie, he’s just like This. I wouldn’t advise picking a fight right now, he’s been around the block multiple times. He’d just trash you again.

Is Woz... In the scene? Or is he... Not? Is he trying to predict Tsukasa? Oh, this’ll be interesting. Tsukasa vs Woz.

Geiz is still glaring, Tsukuyomi looks a little like a frightened rabbit.  Zi-Ot3 isn’t sure what to make of the leggy bastard just yet.

So, the preview...: Is Puma Zi-O planning to beat his past self into submission? That’s... Dark. What’s the relationship between Woz and this Kisshan fellow? Did Puma Zi-O feel like Woz was screwing up, so he sent Kisshan back, or was this the plan from the start? Does Woz even actually work for Puma Zi-O? Is he just playing a part and biding his time for something else? Looks like, as a comment I saw put it quite well, Puma Zi-O is entering the chat next week. Kisshan is gonna throw Geiz and Tsukuyomi around, much to Sougo’s horror, it appears. And Tsukasa... Not sure what Tsukasa is up to yet. Not that I expected to know.

Oh, yeah, and wasn’t there a recent scan leak of Geiz’s Time Majin using a Diend Ride Watch? So... Are we actually gonna be seeing Kaito, or... What? Bc Kaito and Geiz, that’d be a pair. Kaito would probably tease him, and Geiz would fall for it every single time. We’ll see. I have no expectations as far as returns go bc I know they’re limited by availability and willingness, so let’s just go with the flow!

Alright. I’m sorry this was so long. Virtual toffees for anyone who read all that. I still love Geiz, he’s bad at emotions and embarrassed by feelings, I love it. Presuming we’re gonna have a ‘Puma Zi-O is my enemy, Tokiwa Sougo is my friend’ moment at some point (kinda like Ryuuga had over Katsuragi and Sento respectively). Poor Tsukuyomi is trying to wrangle these idiots, but I wish they’d give her a little bit more to do. Tsukasa remains Tsukasa, not surprisingly. Hope to see more of the bitter Time fam that hates each other in the future. Who knows, since Sougo is going to 2068 next week, maybe we’ll even get to meet Goggles.

Also, for anyone wondering why it says ‘Puma Zi-O’ all over this... Well, my computer kept correcting ‘Ouma’ to ‘Puma’ and I eventually decided that ‘Puma’ was funnier. That’s all.

Here’s a shot of Makoto looking attractive despite poor quality to finish off:

[parabataisarah]

BOOK 1, CHAPTER 12

Masterlist here.

Reactions under the ‘Keep Reading’ cut.

- Lemme get this out of the way now… I’M ON A BOAT! I’M ON A BOAT! Sorry, I had the song stuck in my head lmao.

- Lmao, if that was me in real life, I would’ve fallen outta the boat and probably been eaten.

- I can tell a diamond choice is coming, but for the love of god, WHY IS THE CHOICE IF WE FIGHT OR RUN UP TO ME?!

- WE BE FIGHTING THE MONSTER!

- WHY IS THERE A BOMB ON THE BOAT? OR C4?????

- Damn, MC. Coming up with these ideas on the spot? Whoooooo girl!

- I know it’s a sea monster and all that, but if it has electricity coming off of it/from its mouth, wouldn’t it electrocute itself as well as everything in the water??

- “Don’t forget to floss, asshole.” That’s it, everyone can go home. Jake wins. 😂

- Ooof, hitting the water that hard is going to leave a m a r k on your back.

- So I’m correct in guessing that the invisible force holding us down in the water is from whatever the light was?

- Oh god, who do I swim to??

- I swam to Jake because I lost a point with him earlier last chapter, so I’m getting it back lmao… If I get the chance.

- Yeeee, I got the point back.

- I’m gonna kiss him… If I’m gonna die, or think I’m about to die, might as well, hey?

- ‘…knowing each other’s lips for the first and last time.’ STOP BREAKING MY HEART LIKE THIS!!

- I’m sorry, what? How?

- No, Jake, I am not a ventriloquist. Be cool if I was, but I’m not.

- Oh honey, I’m not shouting for help. I doubt it’d be our friends, so it’d be someone who lives (if there is anyone) on the island.

- Alright, pause for a second. (We’ve just found the shell and now being quiet bc of the person/people walking towards us.) I just wanted to pause real quick and say my thoughts on Jake and Sean.

Jake - He’s abrasive, snarky, rude, rough around the edges, a softie, sarcastic. He reminds me of myself in regards to his personality because that’s how I come across to most people (according to my irl friends) and that he keeps everyone away with a pole before they start to wriggle their way into his heart. I can totally understand why he’s doing that. He knows none of us, and has every right to be weary of us. I would be too.

Sean - Caring, wants to be a hero, leader, big heart, softie, likes things to go his way. I can see how and why he’s like he is. He’s father was a famous sportsman, so his family/father would push for him to follow in his footsteps and if he didn’t, the results wouldn’t be pretty (yelling, ashamed, and it would just escalate.)

They’re both great characters and there’s so much more to find out about them, and I can’t wait to do so. If I can be a thot, I might do that just until I figure out who I wanna be with? But I can’t do that to them. Arghhhh. Anyway, back to the regular programming.

- OKAY HELLO BLUE MAN, I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE REST OF YOUR BLUE MAN GROUP IS, BUT I DO KNOW YOUR NAME! (I don’t know how to spell it, but I have seen pictures of you floating around)

- Also what the HECK is that mask??

- Oh! Hello, green lady!

- And what’s with her mask, too? Is it just a mask that they have, or is there any significance that I’m missing or am not going to know until later?

- Amber is highlighted green and there was an amber arrowhead in the crab so I’m assuming they made contact with it first and fought?

- Varyyn! THAT’S YOUR NAME!

- Okay, never mind, the smaller man who I thought was Varyyn isn’t, the taller, bigger man that came out is. Holy hell, you appear t a l l.

- *GASPS* HE WAS THE MAN WITH THE LION MASK ASDFGHJKL!!!

- Hey, Owl mask dude, back the heck off!

- The hell does ‘Dell ast portico’ mean?

- You’re finally learning Sean. “Never doubt MC.”

- Lmao, I dunno why I keep putting MC instead of her name… Probably bc I used my own name Sarah bc I’m not creative and I feel like y’all wouldn’t want me to say Sarah and want me to say MC.

- JAKE YOU’RE THE REAL RIDE OR DIE! “Say the word, MC.”

- Let’s give communication a try.

- Well at least it’s just a forehead touch, and nothing else.

- Jake, baby. Oooof. I can feel the love he has for MC (the need to protect her) and I just… I’m emotional, y’all.

- I have to agree, having some weird, unknown, possible alien(?) rooting around in your head doesn’t sound the best.

- So Sean is the Eagle? I’m the Mind-talker. And Jake is the Wolf? I feel like I’m missing something or I’ll find out the importance later.

- “Go lupus yourself, Papa Smurf.” I’M WHEEZING JESUS CHRIST JAKE 😂😂

- Never mind, I’m not the Mind-talker; well I am, but that’s not the sign? Animal? I am? I’m confused.

- “All men of the hydra”? Okay, a) What hydra? Are you referencing the sea monster from last chapter? And b) I ain’t a male MC, so like… Can I go? Go get help and then come back and whoop your asses?

- I love how Jake is all angry because he doesn’t understand what’s going on, but then Sean says he trusts MC and that just like… instantly calms him down??

- So, you’re telling me that if I don’t go with them that the volcano will erupt and destroy the whole world? Wacky 😂

- I was all for them going with the group, but then Craig bursts out with “GET AWAY FROM THEM!” and I’m not ashamed to admit I giggled and clapped my hands with a high whisper of his name.. Scratch that, I’m ashamed 😂

- I mean, the leader is cute, not gonna lie, but from what I’ve seen and heard (been keeping myself spoiler free) he ends up with Diego?

- Guys, I appreciate the rescue, because I know how it looks, but fuckin’ stOP AND LET ME SPEAK TO THE LEADER FOR A MINUTE. I MIGHT BE ABLE TO GET US OUT OF THIS!

- Bitch, I ain’t letting you take me anywhere if you don’t stop for a minute and let me speak.

- THEY WOULDN’T BE COMING AFTER US IF CRAIG, RAJ AND MICHELLE (as well meaning as it was) DIDN’T TRY TO RESCUE US!

- Oooof, I’m heated 😂

[melyaliz]

Spider’s Family

Anonymous: If you up to it, can you do a Jason x reader where Reader is Natasha romanoffs daughter and Jason’s low key terrified by both of them. Then reader wants him to meet her family and he’s like pls no, but discovers nat is actually a big softie

Fandom: DC/Marvel crossover

Summary: Jason fianlly finds a girl who can keep up with him who may also have a family as crazy as his. 

Pairing: Jason x OC

Notes: Slowly getting these requests done and not worried I lost a few. I for SURE don’t know in what order I received them so I’m goingt to go as I go. 

I named her a hero name, hope that's ok

The name was Recluse, like the spider, not the hermit.

Although if I was being honest I was a bit of a hermit too.

If by hermit you meant someone who worked alone.

And by worked you meant blowing up the heads of drug deals and human traffickers.

Mostly human traffickers. Those guys were total assholes.   

And that was how you had met Jason. Busting your way into a gang of total assholes freeing those poor kids. He had joined you guns blazing. You both had ended up fighting back to back. Taking out all the goons one at a time.

And after that, you always had each other’s back.

Him the son of Batman. And you the daughter of Natasha Romanoff.

You guys made a pretty great team.

He always had your back and you always had his.

Like three bullets had his back.

Two in the Joker’s knees and one in the base of his spine.  Never to move again.

“Look,” you said standing over the limp body of the Joker, “he’s still alive like your father wanted, but basically dead, unable to live any sort of life.”

“I think I love you” was the only thing Jason could think to say. You turned to him in surprise before he pulled you into a kiss. Deep and desperate, all-consuming. As slightly morbid as it was for the first time in his life he truly felt free. As if the answer to the darkness that had surrounded him for years was suddenly solved.

“Love huh?” you giggled as he peppered you with kisses, “You know what that means right?”

“No what?”

“You’re going to have to meet my family.”

“Fuck”

You just burst out laughing in his arms. I mean, what else was there to do?

So here he was. Slowly walking into the Avenger tower.

“You are smaller than I thought” turning Jason was face to face with Tony Stark descending from god knows where. You had warned him Tony liked to make an entrance. And you weren’t kidding. Jason wondered if he could give Dick a run for his money.

“So this is the boy our little Recluse decided to bring by” another voice cut in. Jason turned to see Captain America himself. Arms folded over his chest sizing him up. Something about the way he walked made Jason feel slightly angry. The way he seemed to  Really? Don’t even try.

“She’s like my daughter” Steve continued. When Shield fell we were all on the run together. The even saved my life a few times.”

“Sounds about right” Jason mumbled.

“What?”

“She has a knack of saving people’s lives.” it came out a little more annoyed than meant to, but Jason stood by his tone. Don’t try to intimate me, Mr. Rogers. He had heard the stories about Steve from you. A huge softie who never seemed to approve of any of the men you seemed to bring home.

“Ease up solder” Natasha’s voice broke into Steve’s banter.

Jason turned to your mom. He could see the similarities instantly. In her mannerisms and just presence.

“We’re so glad to have you,” she said, “my daughter hasn’t stopped talking about you.”

“Really mom?” you moaned, your turn to be embarrass.

“Oh really? What has she said?” Jason asked obviously enjoying this more than you had hoped. Slipping your hand into his you just flashed him a smile.

“Things you will never find out,” you informed him glancing at your mother. But you already knew. Spies don't’ tell secrets.

“Welcome to this dysfunctional family,” Sam said shaking Jason’s hand. “Trust me, if Thor was here it would be a lot worse.”

“Only because he would probably challenge you to some feat of strength to prove your worth.” Clint laughed patting Jason on the shoulder. Already feeling bad for the poor guy.

“I don’t see the problem with that” Steve mumbled.

“Aw give the guy a break,” Clint said, “Don’t you remember ever meeting a girl’s family for the first time.”

“I honestly think you were the only one who got to experience that” you laughed helping Jason into the large base’s living room. Jason couldn’t help but notice that Natasha hadn’t said much since your first meeting. What was she thinking?

“So what’s it like working for that Batman?” Tony asked, obviously trying to get some drama on his self-proclaimed rival.

“Oh you know, he likes to ‘work alone’”

“Just like you Tony” You added laughing, “Like how you started the Avengers, but like to work alone.”

“Oh hush kid.”

“I’m going to get some drinks, Jason would you like to help me?” Natasha asked suddenly getting up. This was the moment, the moment of truth. And Jason had never felt so unprepared. Not having a mother of his own he had NO idea how the great Natasha Romanoff was going to react to her daughter dating him.

“Sure”

You glanced at your mother slightly confused before giving Jason a reassuring squeeze on his hand.

It wasn’t until you both got into the kitchen that she spoke. “You make her happy,” she said nodding. Jason felt his heart beat slightly faster. A huge weight lifting from his shoulders.

“I’m just trying to return the favor,” Jason admitted looking away. Talking about this sort of thing wasn’t really his forte. Nodding Natasha picked up the drinks before walking back into the living room. Conversation over. Leaving Jason unsure if that was a nod of approval or not.

But seeing you laughing with your own large family he realized he had a lifetime to find out.

Tagging: @royslittleharper​  @the-shadow-of-atlantis​ @coffee-randomness​ @daisyboobear​ @werewitchling​ @nightwing-rules​ @jayne-writes​  @guns-n-lilies @christmascass @pinkwitch21

Jason: @memento-scribet

[lethesomething]

BnHA Profile: Aizawa Shouta

Aizawa is one of the cleverest, most underrated characters in BnHA, and I'm not just saying that because he's voiced by Suwabe and therefore immediately on Lethey's Love List. This is a guy that sort of drags himself through life, doing good deeds without seemingly getting a lot of satisfaction from it. He's almost an anti-hero even though he's more pure than several of the other characters in the series. So let's break him down.

Out of the Limelight

Aizawa is an 'underground' hero. He avoids the media, he stays out of all the flashy stuff and really, the only reason people like Izuku know his name is because, well, Izuku is a massive nerd. As a hero, but also personality-wise, Aizawa is a clear foil for All Might. One is always smiling, embracing fame to become a symbol of peace that stops villains everywhere from even wanting to start shit. He's super flashy, cares deeply about appearance and also he's just… huge and muscular. Eraserhead, meanwhile, has a resting bitch face, looks like he hasn't showered in days, wears basic black pyjamas wherever he goes and he shrinks back from attention like a vampire seeing the first rays of the sun. This contrast extends to their fighting style. All Might is all about power and speed. He's an all-rounder that overwhelms his opponents with a super-quirk. Meanwhile, Aizawa is an incredibly specialised hero that needs a clear strategy and an extensive knowledge of martial arts to even stand a chance. In many ways All Might is to Aizawa what Izuku is to Shinsou, someone blessed with overwhelming power and therefore hard to deal with. It's not really that difficult to see why they don't get along very well.

 (spoilers from the manga under the cut) (also this stuff is just really long ok) (I have many feels)(and many opinions)

Fundamentally, though, Aizawa looks the way he does because he gives absolutely zero fucks about how he comes across. You see this when he decides to (or was forced to) make an effort after the forest camp. He's totally capable of looking less villainous. Put him in a suit and he may not look like a full blown superhero, but he's at least passable as a Japanese salaryman.

When given free reign, however, he cares not. He's basically introduced to us as the apathetic, possibly even cruel teacher who cares little for his students. Superhero Snape. He's grumpy, he makes them go through gruelling tests and he threatens to expel them at a moment's notice. This turns out, of course, to be a logical ruse (he also has a really awful sense of humor).

 The workaholic

What's interesting about him as a character, is that as you start reading BnHA, it becomes clear that this initial idea is almost completely wrong. For one: he carries a sleeping bag around and catches a nap at any opportunity given to him. Not because he's lazy. But because he's extremely sleep deprived. Because this idiot never stops working. Aizawa appears to have very little life outside his work. We know that his room is bare, he teaches during the day and he does most of his hero-ing at night. He doesn't appear to have much of an off switch.

That scene is a rather nice one from the later chapters. Everyone's being called up  and it's the middle of the friggin night. Nedjire is half asleep, at the same time we see the others in their jammies. What is Aizawa doing at this ungodly hour? Working. Multitasking, even. On two devices. Probably planning shit. This is the reason that man teaches from a sleeping bag. He's trying to fit too many hours of work into a single day, and tries to somehow fit the necessary sleep in by multitasking. How very Japanese of him. But also. Can we please talk about this?

Why the hell is a fully bandaged up, injured man, at work? Dude got nearly killed on school premises. By any insurance policy in the modernized world, he should be on sick leave, watching the whole thing on tv, with a nice cup of tea and maybe some grapes or something by his side. You can't tell me UA has that bad of a health policy, the damn school probably has the most expensive insurance in the world. But nope, he sitting in a booth commentating. Because Yamada asked him. Please note that several of the teachers are just up in the crowd, watching the games. They could have gotten Blood Baron or Nedzu to do it. But no, get the workaholic who can't even lie in bed for a day when all his bones are broken.

 The teacher

When I first started reading BnHA, I heartily wondered why the hell they'd put someone like that in front of a class. But again, once you get to know him, it turns out this man is a really good teacher. I certainly never had anyone pay that much attention to me and my well-being when I was in school. He understands a bunch of his kids better than they do. See exhibit A: Bakugou.

 Aizawa's teaching style is very much a 'hands off' kind of thing. He doles out advice, he makes them run themselves ragged, but in a very specific sense, he also Trusts them. Even the explodey one. He has implicit faith in them, because he's observed them. 

He can almost predict them. See exhibit B: Izuku.  

He knows Izuku enough to know, for instance, that he *cannot* stop himself from being a hero. He can't. He waded into the sludge monster to save Kacchan. He chose saving Uraraka over getting a shot at the entry exam. The forest, the kidnapping, all of it. He will choose the saving option every time. That's why this is such a lovely scene. It really shows how well Aizawa knows his pupils. He knows he can’t stop Izuku so he’s just kinda... going along with it. He knows there's no point in telling Izuku not to go. So he decides to let him, if only so he can keep an eye on him.

I mean.. Especially when it comes to these two, Aizawa is a bit of a softy? I'm sure he'd prefer the term 'realist' but come one. Softie. 

 The Reluctant Dad

Speaking of softies. BnHA has a surprisingly large amount of father figures. Maybe it's because Izuku's dad is absent, but the theme sort of runs through the whole thing. The dads in this series range from the loving, supportive examples like All Might, or Bakugou's and Jirou's perfectly normal dads, to more tough loving guys like Gran Torino. They go all the way into the utter shit and abusive section, with Todoroki Sr. The Big Bad is, in a rather premeditated way, a father figure to Shigaraki.  Even All Might and Shigaraki himself have a rather messed up bond that mirrors some father-son elements. But out of all of these, the most grumpy dad is doubtlessly Aizawa. This is a guy who's been given twenty highly rambunctious kids and who Cares Deeply about them, despite his vocal assurances that he would rather be sleeping. He then goes and adopts another one in the form of Shinsou (sort of, that might just be my wishful thinking).

It's interesting to note that Aizawa is very much a dad of the 'papa wolf' variety. He will protect the shit out of these kids. This is a guy who, as mentioned, has a very specialised fighting style that works best against small groups, for small periods of time. So obviously he jumps in the middle of a veritable army of villains to give his students a chance to escape , papa wolf style. That bit up there where he saves Tsuyu? Despite being very nearly dead? Yeah. He will also protect their Honour, like when he calls out the crowd on their (wrongful) estimation of Bakugou in the Uraraka fight. He will even, in a way, protect them from themselves.

I'm personally really in love with the fact that he's aware of his role, as a teacher, an adult, a substitute father figure, but that he doesn't particularly want it? Like he knows he's a teacher, and teachers/adults behave in a certain way. You see it a little here, when he brings Kouta back to relative safety. A big part of Aizawa, you see, admires the hell out of Izuku. This is the kid that surprised him. The kid that wants to be a hero so badly that he's willing to break himself over and over again, to save people. He gets that. But at the same time he knows that he has to try and keep Izuku in line.

And keeping Izuku in line is one hell of a job. Definitely the part of the job that he doesn’t particularly enjoy. Even when he's legitimately angry. Even when he has to play the strict one to All Might's entirely too soft heart.

 The repentant

Diving straight into headcanons now. Be warned.

I've already talked about how Aizawa understands Shinsou in a way that Yamada, or All Might, or people like Todoroki or Bakugou could never understand. He knows what it's like to, in a way, be weak. To be specialised. In order for him to be a hero, he has to not only be strong, he has to be smart. I think part of the reason he appreciates Bakugou like that, is because he's Both.

But back to the headcanons. We know nothing of Aizawa's past (as of now, chapter 143, when I write this) but doesn't it sort of seem like there's some big dark secret in there? He certainly acts like he has some kind of regret.

He had to go through a particularly gruelling time to become the hero he is today. And he doesn't even get to be the good kind of hero. He does not get shampoo commercials and adoring crowds. He gets long nights of sneaking around and being beat up, and a day job as a teacher.

What the hell for?

Thing is, he did expel a whole class. And while we're first assuming he did it because he's a jerk, in a way he does it to save them from what he believes is cruelty. It turns out he cares, you see, he cares an awful lot about his students.

Doesn't that suggest some kind of deep seated issue?

We know little of Aizawa's past, other than that he went to UA with Yamada, but his actions and his words suggest that he definitely has seen some pain. Maybe one of his hero friends died. Maybe he saw classmates fail to fulfil their dreams. Maybe one of his ex-students got hurt and he saw it as a personal fault of his. Personally, I think his motivations might lie closer to Tenya's, with some sibling he looked up to, who failed and became his main motivation to succeed. But that's just a theory. Either way, he's seen failure. Maybe he's lived it. He's seen what it can do to a person, especially in a high stakes environment like the hero business and he appears to have made it his personal mission to stop this from happening by being the most nurturing, supportive person a grump like him could be.

I’m starting to rack up a lot of BNHA theories lately.

[astrofireworks]

Bless ok I dreamt about this on the plane so bear with me ok consider this: Astro, but as mini guardian angels

MJ

Is the Fite Angel - would totally fight a wall for you

Also 100% talk, about 2% damage

Once tried to square up against a guardian angel double his size – the other angel was just really amused and found MJ really cute and hit his own human on the head for unintentionally hurting someone with such a pure angel

Always has a bright orange halo on

Sometimes when you walk around there’s a strange orange glow from your shirt pocket or on your shoulder or on your cap

It’s really weird sometimes but it’s oddly comforting to you

Halo glows and fades in time with his breathing but also shines really bright when he’s excited and happy

Presses kisses to your forehead when you wake up in the morning

Second most affectionate bean tbh

Presses kisses to your cheek when he’s happy for you too

Always touching you somehow – hand on your neck or hand grabbing your finger or sitting on your shoulder

Just likes to be in contact with you

Zips around your head and hums when excited

Gets excited a lot

Peeks out from the collar of your shirt occasionally to wave hi to other guardian angels

Gets really excited when they wave back

You like someone? Expect excited MJ-created BGM whenever they walk in your vicinity

Your personal hype man tbh

Got an exam? He’s sitting on your eraser cheering you on and supplying sometimes wrong answers

Good hair day? He’s flying around your mirror telling you how good you look

Someone complimented you? He’s zipping over to their guardian angel to give them a high-five

But also gets sleepy really quickly so he’s also often snoozing on your desk or your leg whenever nothing much is going on

Always in pajamas for this reason

Also maintains that pajamas are a fashion statement

You suspect it’s because he’s too lazy to change out into actual clothes

MJ, hissing: “you have no evidENCE”

Jinjin

Is the Worry Angel

Jinjin: “have u eaten breakfast?”

You: um well you know the answer to that

Jinjin: “unacCEPTA B L E GO AND BUY AN ENERGY BAR RIGHT NOW”

Waits for you to sleep before drifting off to sleep too

Prefers to consider things before reacting to them

Argument with someone? Jinjin rubs your cheek and tells you to calm down and think about your options before reacting

Stumped with a hard math question? Jinjin tells you to list all the relevant formulaes at the top of the page to see which one might help

Happy green bean

Smiles a lot at other angels

Happy green bean has happy green beams !!!

Sometimes you mess up unintentionally and the other person’s about to get angry but Jinjin just kind of waves his arm at the other person’s angel and explains something and beams at them and you just see the other person’s eyes soften and remind you not to do it again

Likes to hold some part of your sleeve

Jinjin: “It’s like a bodyguard thing”

You: ???? ok

Whines a little when you try to wear something sleeveless because it means he has nothing to hold onto

Takes the bodyguard thing a bit too seriously sometimes and wears sunglasses and a blazer over his green hoodie

But you love it and it makes you laugh so much

Is generally protective of you, even with your friends and especially with people you seem to like

Jinjin: “uh ok he’s really cute but also he’s failing chemistry – maybe a relationship isn’t the best thing for him to be focussing on right now”

You: o dammit ur right

Depresso espresso? Jinjin’s here to make sure you remember to get up to comb your hair and hydrate yourself

Jinjin, rubbing your hand during anxiety: “they’re not annoyed with you, I think they just need some personal space to deal with their own things for a while”

Also Jinjin, narrowing his eyes: “ok listen i know he’s handsome but the only handsome person I trust here is me”

Loves doggos

It’s incredible

There hasn’t been a dog that doesn’t love Jinjin

If there’s a stray dog in the area, Jinjin’d already be waving at them and flying over to pat its head

And by relation, there hasn’t been a dog that doesn’t love you

As a team you make good money dog-walking and dog-sitting tbh

Eunwoo

Comes from a line of OG angels tbh

Is one of the only two guardian angels in Astro with wings

I mean, the rest can fly too, but you can actually see Eunwoo’s wings beating

Eunwoo: “some great-great-grand-angel nonsense, it wasn’t important so I didn’t listen”

You: ????? ok thanks 4 the info

Has a great voice because of this though

You used to make him tell you bedtime stories or sing night-night songs just so you could fall asleep to his voice

Voice will literally calm you down even if you feel like fidgeting and if you’re not able to focus

Has a light blue, almost pearlescent halo because of this

Hella bright

Tries to tone it down but it’s like a phone-screen-in-the-middle-of-a-darkened-cinema kind of bright

Tends to wear darker colours to balance out the intensity of his glow

Not that anyone complains because he looks good in dark blue

“He looks good in everything” is the general consensus actually

When he wants to look threatening he pulls out The White Coat and that’s when you know he Means Business

Mostly solves problems with his smile and reasoning though

Is also a Worry Angel

Hovers around your eye level nearly all the time

Reminds you to do your homework and go to meetings

“have you printed the readings yet??”

“are you sure you submitted that form?? It’s due today!!”

Cries sometimes when you cry because he’s disappointed in himself for letting something make you sad

Truly just a soft

Giggly bean

Blushes when someone flirts with you

Tries to tell you how to flirt back but ends up giggling and hiding behind your neck as the other person’s angel watches in amusement  

Giggles for no reason too; you’d normally mind but his laugh is so musical and cute you can’t bring yourself to care

Also likes tucking stray strands of hair behind your ears and then laughing to himself because you’re cute

You: ?????????? ok but I’m literally a potato

Eunwoo: “UR CUTE”

Helps you study

Makes you face the wall as he reads from flash cards

You also have to lay them out on the table for him because he’s too small to shift so many of them at once

Whispers formulaes from memory during exams then looks around guiltily even though he’s made it such that nobody can hear him anyway

Moonbin

Likes sleeping in your hair

Claims it’s soft and warm but you suspect it’s because he likes giving off the somewhat creepy impression that the top of your head’s glowing deep red

If you’re wearing a cap he’s most likely sitting with his feet dangling off the lid

Is the Actual Definition of Fite Angel

Ready to square up the moment someone insults you

Gives the best glares and gets most people to leave you alone if you’re not feeling up to human contact

Hella effective during concerts when there are people pushing up against you

Or when all you want to do is be alone tbh

Alternates between wearing office shirts and pants and scrappy hoodies depending on his mood

When he’s in the formal shirt and he rolls up his sleeves he looks so casually menacing you’re glad he’s on your side

And if he’s in a hoodie and he pushes up his sleeves and his eyes glow ed he looks dangerous and practised you’d almost be alarmed

Except you also know he hasn’t fought anyone since you were five so really, he’s just a big softie

Is also actually the softest bean

Will rub your cheek with sweater paws to soothe you

Will snuggle into your neck during class “because it’s warm”

Occasionally peers at things with his glasses and reads them wrongly on purpose anyway just to make you laugh

Will press kisses on your nose to comfort you and tell you it’s alright

Cries during emotional movies and makes you cuddle him

Sings you to sleep sometimes if he remembers to control his volume and not get too carried away

Flirty af too

Drops smooth and non-cheesy pick-up lines to other angels

You get alarmed sometimes with the sheer amount he drops because you’re not interested in the other person – what if they get the wrong idea???

Bin just pats your shoulder and tells you It’s okay and that it’s better to keep the angels on your good side in case you ever need help

But also gets mildly flustered when they flirt back so like ?? Moonbin what is the truth

Is probably a cat whisperer

Everytime you head home there’s always a stray cat that pops up out of nowhere to follow you

Bin, cooing over it and rubbing its head: “CAN WE KEEP IT”

You: ?????????? we can’t afford it Binnie

Bin, with watery eyes, whispering to the cat: “perhaps next time, buddy”

It’s alarming, to say the least

Rocko

Great adviser

Most of the time, anyway

Will give good advice because he’s quietly observing most of the time

Rocko: “no don’t partner up with her, I heard her bragging to her friend about freeloading off her project partner last week”

You: ??? woAH okay thanks for the heads-up

Also Rocko: “ok yeah I think it’s fine to microwave the whole egg right?? Are there instructions on the carton???? Maybe stick it in a metal bowl so it’d at least explode safely when it’s in the microwave???????”

please don’t do this kids

Calm and Collected

If Jinjin and Eunwoo were the Worry Angels, he’s the Calm one

Rocko: “no need to double check, I remember you’ve already submitted it”

Anxiety? Rocko’s here to stamp his love all over you and validate you

Upsetto spaghetto? Rocky’s here to listen to you rant

Also an excited bean

When he sees cool stuff he’d zip off to see it and leave an indigo trail behind him for you to follow

Most of the time it’s someone dancing or it’s some cool beat that has you moving your feet as well

Sometimes it’s some cool new thing in a shop and you see him with his nose pressed against the glass and eyes wide

Gets hyped with you when you’re doing things you like

Learns fanchants to all your favourite songs and chants them along with you

Learns the choreo too, for good measure

Bounces all over the place when you meet someone who likes the same things you do

Likes to ride on your shoulder because it means he can see everything coming and can listen to a great deal more than you can notice

Saved you a couple times too

Once put up glowing indigo barrier (that you banged your forehead against, thank you very much) to prevent you from taking a step just moments before a car rolled to a stop in front of you

Rapped you on your head a couple times to make you focus on where you’re walking instead of daydreaming

Doesn’t quite know what to do with himself when someone you like appears

Rocko: “she’s cute o no what do we do”

You: ?????? idk man help me out here

Rocko, already buried somewhere in your shirt:

You: she’s gettinG CLOSER ROCKY HELP

Rocky, face red: “ur on ur oWN WITH THIS ONE”

Sanha

Happy glowy yellow giraffe

Flaps his wings a bit too much when he gets excited and ends up shooting in random directions

Sometimes also stumbles over his own feet and has to catch himself with his wings

It’s cute sometimes but mostly alarming how many times he’s tumbled into things and you’ve had to pick him up

The only other one in Astro to have wings is Eunwoo, so Sanha figures he’s probably part OG-angel somewhere along the line too

Except with none of Eunwoo’s grace, he figures he’s too tall for that shit so he isn’t even going to try

Prefers to sit on your shoulder too

Just so he can talk directly into your ear

Also it’s more comfortable to have his guitar floating directly next to him so he can grab it out of thin air whenever

Sometimes he likes to peek out from the collar of your shirt too because it’s warm

Also because he thinks it’s cute that it makes it look like your heart is actually glowing gold

Likes making music with you

You could be humming a song or whatever and Sanha’d pull his guitar up and sing along

Full out jam sessions !!!!

Ends up with you both staring at your undone homework and sighing

At least it means you don’t have to put on study music because Sanha’s basically your personal guitar player

A pure bean with good intentions but questionable execution

Remembers really ridiculous things that somehow ?? has saved some of your social interactions

Likes to cheer you up with made up stories that somehow end up with people dying

Also the most affectionate angel

Tells you every day that you’re loved and appreciated

Highkey needs to be in contact with you all the time 

Will hold your finger when you’re doing work 

Will snuggle into your neck when you fall asleep

Will kiss you on the forehead, on the nose, on the cheek at random times 

It tickles sometimes but it makes you giggle though, so really,

And as with all my profiles with Sanha: Talk Shit Get Hit

Announces the weirdest things sometimes

Sanha: “yo I bet you haven’t had this song stuck in your head for a while”

Sanha, proceeding to play said song on his guitar

You, groaning:

Also tends to mention said weird things at the worst of times

Sanha, giggling in the middle of an exam: “don't look now but I just saw your professor pick his nose”

You, seriously about to cry:

[volleyballbabes-blog1]

A scenario where Asahi meets his females s/o's family of 4 over protective brothers!💗 thanksssss💗

Here you go! I had a lot of fun with this one! Asahi is definitely the 😱 emoji! 

~ Wendy! 

Your boyfriend was agentle giant. He looked big and scary, but he was really a softie and asweetheart. Many people judged him by his appearance, including your family. 

“No way is heyour age!” Your oldest brother exclaimed after seeing the picture of yourboyfriend, Asahi.

“Yeah, look atthat beard. He’s got to at least be my age.” The second born agreed.

“Guys, I’mtelling you the truth.” You frowned.

“He must’vefailed a grade and lied to you about it.” Your third older brotherassumed.

“He’d never dothis.”

“Y/n-chan,you’ve always been very trusting and accepting, and we love that about you. Butyour naivety and gullibility has gotten you into trouble before.” Theyoungest stated.

“You guysaren’t even giving Asahi a chance!”

“Y/n-chan,we’re just poking fun. When he gets here next weekend, we’ll be on our bestbehaviour, we promise. Isn’t that right, boys?” 1/b asked.

“Right.”The younger three said in unison.

“Good, becauseif you make him feel uncomfortable, you’re all uninvited from our wedding andnone of you get to be godparents.” You threatened, only half joking.

Meanwhile, Asahi washaving a panic attack of his own. He had gone to Nishinoya’s house afterpractice that same day.

“I don’t knowwhat I’m going to do. She told me her brothers are over-protective. If she hasto warn me about them, then they’re definitely going to hate me. I should shavemy beard before I meet them, they already probably think I’m older than I say Iam.”

“Asahi, you’llbe fine. You can take on any one of them.”

“That makesthings worse, not better.” Asahi sighed.

“So here’s whatyou do. You walk into the house, standing tall, chest puffed out, and make surethey know that you’re the boss. They may be older, but you’re stillstronger.”

“Wouldn’t mostpeople’s advice be ‘be yourself’ or something?”

“Yeah, it wouldbe. But we’re a lot cooler than most people.” Noya beamed. “On aserious note, of course you want to be yourself. Be nice, be charming, befriendly. Just don’t let them intimidate you or make you feel small. When youfeel like that, remember it’s not size that matters, it’s might. Take it fromme, of all people. When you spike a ball, you feel inferior to no one. Socowering in fear of others isn’t you being yourself. Take the confidence youfeel on the court to y/n-san’s house.”

“Thanks,Nishinoya.” Asahi smiled. Noya could always inspire Asahi to find couragehe didn’t know he had.

The fateful daycame, and you were even more nervous than Asahi. You got anxious when he wasabout to arrived, and almost jumped when you heard the doorbell.

“Asahi!”You beamed and hugged him tight.

“Hey,y/n-chan.” He smiled back. He handed you the roses he picked up on theway. “These are for you.”

“Awe!” Youblushed, smelling the flowers. “Come on in! I’ll put these in water andyou can meet the fam!”

Asahi walked in, butthe house had a completely different aura. He’d been to your house before, butnever with your four brothers around. There was so much tension in the air, butmost of it came from you and Asahi, since you were the most nervous ones.

“So, you’re thefamous Asahi.” 1/b smiled. “We’ve heard so much about you! Y/n-channever shuts up about you.”

“Yeah, I’mAsahi. I’ve heard a lot about you, too. You’re the oldest, right? I hear you’restudying overseas.” Asahi had written down stuff about each brother to useas conversation starters.

“Yep. Worldtraveller, and future biochemist. I graduate in a few months.”

“Wow, that’sgreat. Congratulations.”

“Thanks. Whatdo you want to do next year?”

“Oh, I… I’m notreally sure yet…” Asahi scratched his head. That was the beginning of thepanic. He wanted to make a good impression, but right then, he figured thebrothers thought he wasn’t going to go anywhere in life.

“I see.”Was all he said to that. It didn’t help Asahi’s nerves. You glared at yourolder brother. When he finally looked your way, you gave him a stink eye. Hecould’ve at least said something.

“Be nice.”You silently mouthed. He rolled his eyes.

“I hear youplay volleyball.” 4/b, and athlete of the family, said. Asahi sighed inrelief, glad they had a common interest in sports to, hopefully, bond over.

“Yeah, I’veplayed for a while.”

“Whatposition?”

“Wingspiker.”

“Cool. Thatposition takes a lot of power, no wonder that’s what you play.” Helaughed.

Asahi smiled, gladthat at least one of the conversations was going to be a success.

“Asahi, that’snot all you are.” You mentioned.

“Oh?” 3/bsmiled.

“He’s also histeam’s ace.”

“Wow,impressive.”

“Yeah! Even thegenius first year setter they have tosses to Asahi instead of anyone else whena point is really crucial. Right, Asahi?”

“Y–yeah, but Idon’t want to gloat…” Asahi lightly chuckled.

“Well then,I’ll do it or you.” You laughed with him.

The group got alaugh out of that.

“But seriously,being one of the oldest on the team, plus your power, should’ve made you ashoe-in for captain. Are you?”

Now 4/b took histurn to be glared at. The ace position was impressive, but apparently, notimpressive enough for 4/b.

“No, actually,Daichi is.” 

“Cool.”

There was amomentary pause before a new conversation was started.

“So what kindof music do you listen to?” 2/b asked.

“Oh, a littlebit of everything.” Asahi answered, not wanting to go into detail on atopic he didn’t’ know much about.

“Have you everplayed any instruments?”

“I would loveto, but I haven’t had the time. Between school and volleyball and family andfriends and stuff, it’s hard to fit in everything.”

“Yeah, Itotally get it. That’s why I never got into sports much. I played piano, andstill can, but I don’t take lessons anymore. I mostly play guitar, and write myown songs.”

“That’s reallygreat.”

“Are youcreative at all? Do you have any artistic way of expressing yourself?”

Asahi was stuckpanicking again. His mind was going a mile a minute, trying to find somethingimpressive to say. But, he couldn’t.

“Uh… Notreally…”

These were all deepquestions. It wasn’t the small talk that’s usual when you first meet someone,which was freaking both you and Asahi out. Your brothers were doing this onpurpose, interrogating your boyfriend like he was on trial.

“So, how oldare you, Asahi?” 3/b asked.

“Thirdyear.” Asahi answered. He knew he’d get this question, and was preparedfor it. He’d brought his drivers licence to prove his date of birth, just incase.

“No, no, I meanage, not grade.”

“I’meighteen.”

“Like the restof the third years.” You glared at 3/b. You had already been over this.But he continued anyway, just like the rest of them.

“Really? Youlook so old! There’s no way you’re eighteen.”

“You know what,that’s it!” You growled at your brothers. Asahi actually flinched, he hadnever seen you this mad before. Your brothers, on the other hand, were used toit. “First, you ask him a lot of really important questions, and when hedoesn’t have the answer you like, you’re not afraid to show it. Then, youaccuse him of lying about his age. I asked you to be civil for, like, twohours, and you couldn’t even do that! You promised me you’d be on your bestbehaviour, but this is far from it! I’m sorry, Asahi. This was a bad idea, itended exactly how I was afraid it would. I’ll see you at school Monday.”

“C'mon, guys,we owe our sister an apology.” 2/b headed toward the bedrooms.

“Maybelater.” Asahi said, standing in the way of the stairs I had just gone up.“I’ll go check on her. If she wants to talk to you, I’ll let you know onmy way out afterwards.”

The brothers wereshocked. Was this guy trying to keep them from their sister?

“Who do youthink you are? You don’t get to decide whether or not we get to see oursister.” 1/b glared.

“No, y/n-changets to decide that. We all know she’s upset at you four right now, so it’sbest for someone she’s not angry with to go talk to her first. I’m not decidingwhether you can and can’t see her. I’m just making sure the people she’s upset withdon’t go to see her before she’s ready to see them. Y/n-chan told me you wereoverprotective. But all you did today was interrogate me, instead of protecther. I hadn’t even done anything yet, and you treated me like a threat. Youdidn’t trust that she knows who I really am. That’s why y/n-chan left. I’ll letyou know if she wants to talk to you.”

Asahi may be agentle giant, but he’s also able to stand up for those he cares about when theneed be.

After Asahi left,the boys had a talk.

“So, what didyou all think of Asahi?” 4/b asked.

“Y/n-chan saidhe was a gentle giant, so I wasn’t expecting him to go off on us likethat.” 3/b sighed. “Even if we did deserve it.”

“He doesn’thave a little sister. He doesn’t know what it’s like. Sure, we went about itthe wrong way, that I’ll admit. But we still had y/n-chan’s best interests atheart. I mean, look at him. He really is a giant. A giant with a point, but agiant all the same. We had our suspicions. We should’ve trusted y/n-chan more,though. If she brought him home, we should’ve known he was a good guy. That wasa little much for a first meeting, too.” 2/b agreed. “Wow, we werejerks, and didn’t even realise it.”

“Could youimagine if your girlfriends brothers had asked us those kind of things?”1/b wondered. “We definitely wouldn’t have felt very welcome.”

“I guess it’sreasonable that we’re uninvited to the wedding and don’t get to begodparents.” 4/b tried to lighten the mood a bit.

“I’m glady/n-chan has someone who can properly protect her, unlike us. And someone whois willing to stand up to us to protect her.” 1/b smiled. “Looks likeour little sister has learned how to pick ‘em.”

The other boysagreed. Asahi had taught them a valuable lesson, and they all approved of himin the end.

Meanwhile, Asahiknocked on your door. You answered, relieved it was Asahi.

“How are youdoing?”

“I’m okay,thanks.” You tried to smile. “I’m really sorry about my brothers.They’re the worst.”

"I think theyknow what they did wrong.”

“Oh, I doubtit. Getting anything through their thick skulls is borderline impossible.”

“I think theyunderstood it when I told them.”

“What did yousay?”

“A lot ofthings. Probably too much.” He scratched the back of his head. “Theywanted to apologize. I came up here first to make sure you were okay withseeing them, since you were pretty upset.”

“Thank you,Asahi.” You smiled and hugged him. “I know they mean well. It’s justfrustrating being the youngest. They still treat me like a child, thinking thatI can’t see through fake people, and that I’m too naïve.”

“They’re wrongabout that. I think they know that now.”

“Good.”You smiled.

After that, you andAsahi went downstairs. Your brothers apologised to both you and Asahi before heleft.

“So…”Asahi asked at school the next week. “Did you talk to your brothers afterI left?”

“Yeah, I did.They apologised, like you said they were going to. I think they actuallylearned their lesson this time.” You smiled.

“That’sgood.” Asahi smiled with you. “And…. Did they say anything aboutme?”

“Yeah! They alllove you! They were super impressed by how you stood up to them and weren’t apushover, and are glad I have you to protect me. Also, they want to challengeyou to some beach volleyball at our cottage at some point.”

“Oh, thankgoodness!” Asahi sighed in relief. He could feel his blood pressure lowerto a normal rate. “I was terrified they’d hate me because of what Isaid!”

“It wasactually what won them over, how funny is that!” You laughed. “So,next is thanksgiving! You will meet my grandpa then. He’ll make a lot of badjokes, so just grin, bear it, and fake laugh as convincingly as possible. Andyou’ll also meet some of my cousins there, who will definitely try to armwrestle you, it’s kind of like a family tradition.”

You kept tellingAsahi more about the family he’d meet in the future, and the panic processstarted all over again.