#I am no longer allowed to do big writing things cause I go too overboard and write too much

[bellflower-goat]

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[babyboy-cody]

HI ALYSSA!!! 😃 What you wrote for grayson was beyond BEAUTIFUL. can you write something where they’re in a new relationship and she gets introduced on the podcast??? 🥰

i’m gonna try really hard to not go overboard this time 😭

The atmosphere was lighthearted and playful. Since 7am to the early afternoon, you’ve been extremely nervous and fidgety. Grayson recognized the early signs of an anxiety attack and made to bring out one of your sensory toys, the ones that make the popping and clicking sound. He brought you to a secluded corner of the house, away from everyone and all the noise, and blocked them with his body until you calmed down. The scent of him, the overall height of him, the gruffness of his voice, and the soft teddy bear vibes Grayson was giving off had you feeling more at ease.

“What if… What if they don’t like me, Gray? I mean, I’m not like the other girls you’ve hooked up with before. I’m not some insta baddie or a bad bitch. I’m me and they’re gonna hate it,” you quietly rambled to him while frantically popping and clicking your sensory toy, all the while keeping your eyes on your hand movements. Grayson allowed you to rant, not stepping in until you were fully finished. “I mean, Kris is different because she’s perfect for Ethan and she never really got any hate - not that I know of. She’s like a soft baddie, I’m not even 6% of a baddie.” This made Grayson smile as he crossed his arms and stared down at you. “Like, I’m not Tyson and it just… sucks feeling like this.”

“Look at me,” he told you, his voice low enough for only you both to hear. When you nervously peer up at him, no longer using your sensory toy, he places his large hands on your warm cheeks, thumbs gently stroking back and forth. “You’re not Tyson and that’s why I’m in love with you. You think I care about insta baddies? You’re the fucking queen, you hear me?” When you start looking down again, he quickly lifts your head. “Aye, I’m not done talking to you. You’re nothing like those girls and that’s what made me fall for you. Your kind soul, pretty eyes, and good vibes made me feel so comfortable that I always wanted to be around you 24/7. Ask Kris.” He smiles at the sound of your soft giggle and the way your eyes crinkled at the corners. “If I love with all my heart, the people who support us and want us to be happy will love you too.”

“Yo,” Ethan called out from across the room. “You ready?” He was looking at you, more so worried about your reputation than Grayson’s. “There’s no going back.” His tone was teasing and his eyes held no malice. You looked up at Grayson and he gave you a small nod and grin, as if telling you, ‘You got this.’ When you gave Ethan an enthusiastic nod, he excitedly claps his hands. “Lets do this shit!”

When you followed them to the room where they do their podcasts, you felt that anxious wave crash over you again. Grayson, being the extremely observant man he is, made sure you had your sensory toy in your hands as he rubbed your arms gently. He pressed soft kisses to your cheeks that felt like butterfly wings fluttering against your skin because of his growing beard. Kristina shot you a thumbs up from her spot in the kitchen as she ate some avocado toast. You felt more at ease as Grayson and Ethan shot playful jokes at each other back and forth. You took your spot beside Grayson on the swivel chair and took the headphones he hands to you. After setting up the mics and cameras, you got yours comfortable and sat a foot or two away from Grayson so that they’re able to do their intro without you in the frame.

“It’s now or never,” you quietly mumbled to yourself.

“Good evening, everybody!” Grayson enthusiastically speaks into the mic. “Welcome back to Deeper with the Dolan Twins. I’m one of your hosts, Grayson.”

“And I’m your other host, Ethan. If it’s a little harder to tell who is who, I wore white today and Grayson wore black,” Ethan states confidently. “Grayson is always wearing his greasy ass trucker hat.”

“It’s not greasy, shut up.” Grayson sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes, sending a look to the side as you covered your mouth to stifle your laugh. “So, today we are doing things a little bit differently.” You sat up straighter in your seat. “As all of you know, we had Kristina on our podcast to furthermore introduce herself as Ethan’s girlfriend.”

“And today,” Ethan rubbed his hands excitedly. “We have a very, very special guest. We are introducing… drum roll, please…” Grayson quickly tapped his fingers against the table. “Grayson’s very own girlfriend, Y/N!”

Grayson was quick to pull your chair closer to his as you held the mic and laughed quietly as they both cheered loud and clear. “This is my very lovely and very beautiful girlfriend, Y/N. Say hello to the audience.”

“Um… hello,” you awkwardly said, causing Ethan to snort. “Shut up, E! I’m nervous.” You shyly covered your face, groaning when Grayson pulled your hands away and placed his hand between yours. You immediately started playing with his fingers; a sense of calm washing over you. “Well as nervous as I am, I am extremely excited to be a guest on your podcast and I hope it receives good reactions.”

“On a lighter note, lets dive deeper into how the relationship between you and Gray… developed,” Ethan said and got comfortable in his seat.

“You tell the short story and I’ll tell the long story,” you told Grayson and lightly patted his shoulder while looking at him with such love-filled eyes that even Ethan can see from across the large table.

Grayson cleared his throat and never once move his hand from between yours. “Well we met a few years ago and started fully dating, I’d say, almost a year ago. And we met through Kristina because you’ve been really good friends story.”

“Okay, guys, people that are listening and watching,” Ethan interrupted. “Remember to get very comfortable because this story is going to be a fucking rollercoaster of emotions.”

“Oh god,” you facepalmed. “Now, for the long story. I’ve been really close friends with Kris since our childhood. I moved to Australia at a young age with my dad after my mom passed away, and we were just two peas in a pod. The way you and Grayson are with each other is the exact same way Kris and I are with each other.” Grayson leans his chin on his hand and never once looks away from you. His attention was all on you… and your lips. “And then, back in 2017 is when she started telling me about Ethan. And she had mentioned that you had a younger brother-”

“Younger by, like, 20 minutes,” Grayson interrupted with a scoff.

“Younger brother,” you emphasized a little louder, causing both twins to laugh. “And she had asked Ethan stuff about Grayson, to which she transferred back to me. So, she was like a bird messenger.” You giggled as you said that, causing a big grin to form on Grayson’s lips. “And then no sooner after that, we started talking more frequently and getting to know each other. And it just.. grew after that.”

“Didn’t Gray ghost you?” Ethan suddenly asked. Grayson groans loud beside you and covers his face embarrassingly. “I remember you freaking the fuck out because of it.”

“Yes, the motherfucker did ghost me for a few weeks. Wanna explain why, hm?” You teasingly asked him with a raise of your brows. Grayson blushed fiercely.

“So within the first three months of us talking, that was when I fully started developing strong feelings for you. And at the time, I had been fucked over so many times by so many people and was never really able to hold a long relationship. And I partially blamed myself for that because I tend to.. rush things, if that makes sense. I’m a romantic and when I fall for someone, I fall hard.” As Grayson passionately spoke and opened up his feelings, your eyes went from his eyes to his lips to his hands and back and forth. The way he spoke with his hands made you hide a smile by biting your lip. “And I was terrified because I automatically assumed that I was gonna fuck it up one way or another. The only way for me to cope was to push my feelings aside, and it just effected us both so negatively.”

“Yeah, from past experiences, it can be really difficult for someone to come to terms with the true emotions they felt. I was the same way with Kristina, you know. It felt like I had to walk around eggshells out of fear of fucking up the one thing that was good for me.” You and Grayson nodded in agreement. “I remember when we came to Australia after what happened and Gray was running back and forth, just writing what he wanted to say to you and he almost cried because his pencil broke.”

You quickly looked at Grayson. “Really?” You weren’t teasing him, you were shocked. Your voice was soft and you had a pout on your lips that he kissed away. “Stop, you’re gonna make me cry.”

“Nooooo!” Grayson yelled out and threw an arm around your shoulder to pull you into his side.

“That’s so sweet!” You whined and pouted some more. “I never knew that, Gray. I know that in the past, there were some hardships that we were able to overcome and the way we communicated with each other, it just made our relationship stronger.”

The conversation ranged from topic to topic. Your life growing up, the death of your mother, your dad’s rescue farm in Australia, your college degree, and some moments between you and Grayson. You felt so comfortable and carefree that Grayson noticed a changed. You laughed more and spoke louder. You playfully bantered with Ethan and provided your own insight on serious topics regarding the negative effects of social media and about mental health. He’s so sure in his heart that people who love and support him and Ethan are gonna love you the same.

[bakugoukatsukiswife]

Buy Your Love

A/N: So this is me ATTEMPTING to write about having sex with Hawks on a fancy ass yacht.. like everyone is thirsting over right now because of that move ‘365 Days’. Personally, I didn’t like the movie at all but the boat scene had me feeling some way cause I was picturing Hawks the whole time. I really wanted to some good smut with Hawks on a boat and HOPEFULLY I did it justice. Idk I kind of feel like I need a cold shower after this so maybe I did good? ALSO I dropped in some Yagami Yato nicknames she does with Hawks, I couldn’t resist. Anyways, enjoy babes!!

Warnings: Hair pulling, spanking, spitting, name calling, dirty talk. Pure smut. 18+. 

Words: 2K

To say that you were dating the number two hero Keigo Tamaki, otherwise known as Hawks, was complicated to determine. He would wine and dine you, take you out for scenic flights at night in Japan, make you feel as if you were the only girl in the world. He was smooth with his words, they flowed off his tongue like honey, sweet and enticing to you while his looks were an added bonus. He knew that he was a charmer, he tried his hardest to make you fall for him in the few months you had known him; but you knew you were nothing special to him, you were just another prize to be won in his eyes. 

Of course you were, or else you wouldn’t have been given a magazine article by a concerned coworker talking about Hawks and his new ‘girlfriend’ who had gone on a getaway trip recently. It shouldn’t matter, right? You and Hawks weren’t a thing, it’s not like anything would ever happen between you two anyway. 

Work had tired you out, you had just gotten out of the shower and you were about to head to bed when you heard a tapping on your balcony window. You sighed as you opened the curtain, meeting eyes with Hawks as he waved at you before you opened the sliding door, allowing him to step in. 

“Hey there, baby bird. How was your day?” Hawks asked as he came toward you, mouth twitching downward slightly when you stepped away a bit. 

“Shouldn’t you be with your other lady friend?” You questioned him, daring to look up at his face despite the loud pounding of your heart flooding your ears. Hawks quirked a brow at you, his head tilting slightly as he caught sight of the magazine on your dresser before he let out a slight chuckle. 

“You’re really going to believe those trashy articles? The hero agency tasked me with keeping an eye on her cause she was a witness in an important case. That’s all that was,” Hawks said, rubbing at his face and you felt guilt encase your heart since you could tell he was being honest. Your heart started to pick up the pace when Hawks’ wings brushed against your back and you realized just how close Hawks really was when he leaned down, his golden-brown eyes serious. 

“Besides, there’s no one else I want. You should know this by now, songbird.” Hawks said, the nickname he gave you sending shivers through you. He gently ran his knuckles across your cheek, chuckling. “It’s cute when you’re jealous though,” Hawks said and you bristled at his accusation. 

“I’m not jealous! Why would I be jealous?” You asked, crossing your arms as you looked away from Keigo. All he responded with was a chuckle before pulling you closer to him with his wings, making color rise to your face. 

“Want to come with me somewhere fun?” Hawks asked, a playful tone to his voice and you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Where?” You asked and Hawks tsked. 

“Yes or no?” He asked, his eyes hopeful and you sighed. 

“Yes,” You answered, and Hawks pulled you close to him before taking off into the night. You clutched tightly to him as he headed towards the ocean and you could see a very big, luxurious yacht on the water. You looked up to look at Hawks and noticed that he had a smirk on his face but before you could say anything to him, he landed perfectly on the deck of the boat. 

“Keigo… what is this? This isn’t your yacht is it?” You asked Hawks as he set you down and he feigned a look of hurt as he touched his chest. 

“Hey I know I joke, but I make bank too, you know. I am the number two hero.” Hawks said as he watched you walk around the deck, taking in the massive boat. You turned to look back at him and he smiled. “Look, I know you’ve been stressed with work and stuff lately so I thought we could have a small vacation getaway on the ocean. I bought you some clothes and swimsuits so you wouldn’t have to worry about a thing,” Hawks admitted as a blush rose to his cheeks at the way you looked at him with the biggest smile on your face. 

“Oh? So this is the fun you were talking about?” You questioned as you came closer to him, eyebrow raised in question. 

“Of course, I wanted you to have a stress free week.” Hawks answered simply and you let out an exhale of breath. 

“Alright, give me the grand tour then.” You said, and Hawks happily accepted. He showed you the massive den, that had fully leather sofas and chairs with a flat screen TV, the jacuzzi on the front deck as well the bar that occupied the deck too. There were too many rooms to count by the end of it, and Hawks led you to the master bedroom that was fit for a king. Which you guess in Hawks’ case, he kind of was one. 

“So this is where you’ll be sleeping,” Hawks said, and you felt your heart clench at the notice he gave you of you both not sleeping in the same room. Yes, you and Hawks had a complex relationship, but you hadn’t slept with him or anything like that yet. It’s not like you were inexperienced or anything, you just didn’t understand why he wanted you of all people. What was so special about you? You felt your legs hit the bed and you fell back, snapping out of your gaze when you realized that Keigo was now hovering above you, his hands on either side of your head as he looked down at you with a small smirk. 

“Now, now baby bird… I thought this was supposed to be a stress free week, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Hawks asked and you felt your breath catch at how close he was, his breath hitting your face, his fingers threading through your hair that was on the bed. “Do you want to sleep with me that bad?” 

“N-no. It’s nothing,” you managed to stutter out and Hawks rolled his eyes slightly. Being in this position with Hawks was starting to become too much for you, you were excited to be here, to be with him. To forget about everything for a while, to just soak in his presence that made you feel like you were the only person in the world, that you were actually important to him. But were you? Was he just trying to buy you, buy your feelings? The longer you thought about it, you started to feel anger course through your veins and Hawks noticed that you had a different look in your eyes. 

“Keigo…” You started and he stopped his teasing, knowing that you were serious whenever you said his actual name. “Are you… are you trying to buy me? My feelings, I mean.” You managed to say and Hawks leaned back to fully look at you. 

“(Y/N)... of course I’m not.” Hawks said and your heart fluttered at the way your name left his lips. That was the first time he had called you by your name, he normally always called you ‘baby bird’, ‘songbird’, or ‘baby girl’. “You make me the happiest I’ve been in a very long time. I… like you a lot, and when I like something, I can go a little overboard with my affections. Being a pro hero has its perks, and I just like to spoil you. You’re the only one I’ve ever cared for this much, so it’s pretty new to me. I-.” Hawks was cut off when your lips met his, his hand automatically tangling in your hair. Your tongue came out to brush against his bottom lip and you heard him moan, his hand tightening in your hair while his other hand gripped at the sheets before he found the willpower to pull away. 

“Wait, (Y/N). Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked sincerely and your heart warmed at the way he looked down at you, his golden eyes dark with lust but you could tell he was holding back, for your sake. 

“Of course, Keigo,” you said and he smiled before leaning back in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. 

“Buckle up, baby bird. I’m going to have so much fun with you,” Hawks mumbled against your lips and you felt a shiver run through you at his words. Hawks hooked his fingers in your jeans before shimming them down, placing you further on the bed before removing your underwear as well and you watched as his eyes lit up at the sight before him. “You look good enough to eat. In fact, I may just take a bite,” Hawks said before diving straight into your cunt, his tongue licking a stripe up to your clit before he nibbled at it with his teeth. A moan escaped your mouth as your hands found his hair, your legs going to rest on his shoulders as Hawks sucked at your essence. 

“God, you taste so fucking good,” Hawks groaned, golden eyes looking up at you as your back arched at his tongue develing deep into your folds. He chuckled slightly, the vibrations sending chills through you as Hawks pulled you closer to him, his hands gripping at your thighs. You felt him pause and you looked down to see that he was making sure you were watching him before he pursed his lips, his saliva dripping down onto your clit as he inserted a finger inside you, causing you to tug at his hair as a whine left your lips. You moved your hips slightly, hearing Hawks let out a chuckle as you continued to try and fuck yourself on his finger. 

“You want my cock that badly, baby girl? You want me to fuck you with my cock, make you scream my fucking name as you cum for me?” He teased and you could only nod, too embarrassed to say it outloud, but Hawks tsked. 

“Yes or no?” 

“Yes! Please Keigo! I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me so badly. I need your cock inside me,” you begged and you felt as Hawks removed his finger, hearing as his belt unbuckled before the soft thud of his jeans hit the floor. Hawks gave himself a few pumps as he licked your juices off his other hand before he slowly inserted himself into you, a slow string of curses leaving his mouth as he let you adjust to his length. Let’s just say that Hawks had big dick energy, and rightly so. 

“Shit, you feel so fucking good. So fucking tight for me,” Hawks said, his voice low as he started to move, his cock brushing against your walls perfectly as you let out a moan. 

“Keigo…” you moan out, pleasure coursing through your veins at the way that Hawks was grunting in your ear, his hand tangled in your hair as his thrusts picked up the pace. 

“Yeah, say my name (Y/N). I love the way you say my name, shit.” Hawks said, his teeth biting at the supple skin of your neck. His tongue came out to soothe the red marks now on you as he continued to thrust into you, heavy breathing filling the room as Hawks’ thumb ran across your bottom lip, his golden eyes staring down at you. “Open your mouth,” he commanded and you did so without hesitation. He pursed his lips again like earlier and spit into your mouth, his thrusts never slowing down as he took hold of your jaw with his thumb, index and pointer finger. 

“You like that? Dirty girl,” Hawks said and you felt heat rush through you at his words, his dirty talking and the way that he was hitting against your g-spot causing you to come dangerously close to releasing. “Are you about to cum? Cum for me, cum all over this cock.” 

Like he willed it, you came all over him with a loud moan, your pussy fluttering against his cock and you could hear Hawk grit his teeth as his hips stuttered against yours. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming.” Hawks said before his seed filled you up, dripping a bit onto the sheets. He slowly settled down on top of you, still inside of you as you ran your fingers through his hair. 

“Keigo?” You started, hearing as he let out a ‘hmmm?’. You slowly flipped over until you were on top of him, taking in the way that his chest moved up and down as he regained his breath, the way that his skin was glistening from the sweat he had worked up, taking in his body that seemed to have been molded by the gods themselves. You took in the way that his golden eyes drank you in, his hands on your hips as he licked at his lips. You leaned in close to him, inhaling sharply when his hips moved upwards slightly. 

“I didn’t want us to be done,” you admitted against his lips before moving your hips against his, his moans sounding like music to your ears. You moved your hips faster, relishing in the way that Hawks slapped your ass as he brought your lips to his. You moaned at the way that he bit down at your lip, sucking at it slightly as he brought another slap to your ass. 

“You look great riding my cock. This may be my new favorite position, kid.” Hawks said teasingly and you felt another shudder run through you at the way his voice dropped as his eyes took you in. His hands gripped at your hips, fingers digging into the skin as you rocked back and forth as a moan left your mouth at the way that his cock dragged against your walls deliciously. You felt as he moved his hips against yours, his pubic bone giving you friction against your clit. The equal friction caused your head to fall to the side as your tongue lolled out, the pleasure overwhelming you as you came for a second time, crying out Hawks’ name as he held you steady while you rode out your orgasm. Hawks thrust into you with a growl, spilling his seed into you for a second time before you laid down on him, head against his chest as you listened to his heartbeat. 

“Get some sleep, baby bird. We have plenty of time on this boat,” Hawks said as he placed a kiss on your temple as his hands ran through your hair. 

Needless to say, you guys broke in the jacuzzi and made sure to ‘sunbathe’ on the deck the next day.

[i-choose-the-danger]

Giggly Magizoologists and Where to Tickle Them

I know, It’s been a whiiiile... I hope everyone’s been staying safe and healthy through this pandemic, wherever you are. <3 It’s December 6th, the day Newt Scamander came to New York City, so I guess it’s fitting that I post a Fantastic Beasts fic. I adore Newt so so much. 😊 This one takes place at about the end of the first film. Jacob’s been obliviated, but I feel like Newt may have had to wait a few days for the next ship bound for England to arrive in New York. Tina and Queenie wouldn’t let him roam around the city alone (and I don’t think Madam Picquery would allow it, to be honest) so he’s staying in their apartment until he can go back home. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. Stay safe out there, y’all!

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“Newt? You still down there?” Queenie called into the open suitcase that rested on the floor in the corner of her living room.

“Yes, I’m here.” Newt had been inside his case since the morning and the sun was already setting behind the Manhattan skyline. He had been working closely with new creatures, helping them get acclimated to their new environments while he studied them. Newt was currently sitting at the small table in the corner of his shed, concentrating on heavily detailed observations and ideas he was scribbling into his notebook. His head snapped up from his work when he heard Queenie’s heels tapping down the steps behind him.

“You’ve been down here all day, honey. You haven’t even eaten at all.” She held up a plate of stew in her hand and smiled. “I thought I’d bring ya a little somethin’.”

“You didn’t have to go to any trouble.” The scent of the stew Queenie had made finally hit Newt’s nose, and his mouth instantly started to water. And then his stomach growled so loudly that both of them heard it. He grinned sheepishly at the sound, raking a hand through his unruly hair. “Now that you mention it, I am feeling a bit peckish.” He accepted the plate from Queenie and set it on the table. “Wow,” he uttered to himself.

“Aww, it’s nothin’. I usually cook to clear my head and I went a little overboard.” A sudden movement in Newt’s vest caught Queenie’s attention. She sat down on the other chair beside his work table. “The light in here must be playin’ tricks on my eyes.” She closed her eyes tightly and then blinked a few times before looking back at Newt. “I thought your pocket just moved.”

“That’s Pickett. He’s probably just restless.” Newt stuck a forkful of food in his mouth. His eyes closed as the flavor took over his senses. “Mmm…” He looked up and flashed Queenie a very brief half-smile before taking another bite of his food.

“Pickett, huh?” The witch set an elbow on the small table, leaning her cheek against her fist. “Is that another one of those… what did you call ‘em? Nifflers?”

“Oh, no.” Newt could feel his eyelids becoming too heavy to stay open for much longer and decided it best to work on his notes after he’d rested. Newt closed the small book and slid it to the back of the table, patting it once with his palm before letting it go. “He’s my bowtruckle.” A giggle from Queenie caused him to shift uncomfortably while he continued eating.

“Bowtruckle. Your creatures have such funny little names. He sounds cute.”

“Would you… would you like to meet him?” Another forkful of food found its way to his mouth. Newt couldn’t remember a time when he had been this hungry. And Queenie had made what he thought was the best meal he’d ever eaten.

“Oh, I’d love to see the little guy!” Queenie exclaimed with a small enthusiastic clap. She smiled proudly, hearing Newt praise her culinary skills in his mind while he ate. “Goodness, honey, if I knew you’d like my cookin’ this much, I woulda made extra.”

“I’m not used to this. This sort of thing.” Newt gestured to the nearly empty plate in front of him. “Home-cooked meals, I mean.” He put his head down with a tight-lipped smile, untamed curls falling down over his eyes. “Pickett, come on out. I want you to meet someone.” Two small leaves poked out of Newt’s vest pocket, followed by two tiny dark eyes, and then followed by tiny thin green digits on either side. Newt’s voice was soft as he attempted to coax the small creature out from hiding. “Don’t be shy. She won’t hurt you. It’s alright.”

“Oh my.” Queenie now had both elbows on the table, her chin resting on both fists. Taking a cue from Newt’s actions, she kept her voice soft and two steps above a whisper. “Peek-a-boo.” The bowtruckle ducked back down into the wizard’s pocket, very slowly peering out again a second later to glance at Queenie. “I see you,” she cooed in a quiet sing-song voice. She could have sworn she heard the creature chirp out a giggle in reply.

“Well now you’re just acting up for attention,” Newt scolded the creature.  He held his left index finger just above his vest pocket, waiting for Pickett to grab a hold of it. Once the bowtruckle’s tiny fingers gripped onto it, Newt calmly lifted the creature from the pocket and safely lowered him onto the table.

“Aww, look at him! Ain’t he the cutest thing?” Queenie was completely smitten. She watched intently as Pickett sniffed at the air. The bowtruckle’s little root-like legs clicked as he trotted around the table. He looked at Newt’s plate, up to Newt, and then back to the plate. “Is he hungry too? I don’t even know what he eats.”

“I… I’ve… never given him my food before.” Newt squinted. He sucked his lips inward and bit down on them while he wondered. With delicate precision, he poked a single corn kernel onto one of the tines of his fork and studied it. After careful consideration, he offered it out towards Pickett. The bowtruckle sniffed at the kernel and stole a lick before backing away. Two seconds later, it snatched the kernel right off of Newt’s fork and proceeded to greedily chomp at it. “Pickett! That’s no way to eat in front of a lady!” He could feel his cheeks getting warmer from embarrassment. His eyes looked to Queenie several times before he spoke again. “I’m so sorry. I raised him better than that.”

“You got nothin’ to apologize for. I take it as a compliment.” She knew that Newt was embarrassed, and she found it quite endearing. No wonder Teenie adores you, she thought.

“Alright, Pickett. Miss Goldstein brought that food down here. What should you say to her?” Newt leaned over and brought his face down to Pickett’s eye level. “Hold out your hand on the table, like this, and stay still,” he instructed Queenie as he opened his own hand and laid it palm-up on the table’s edge. His bright green eyes squinted at Pickett, accompanied by a tight-lipped smile. Newt nodded his head toward Queenie’s open hand as he removed his own from the table.

Pickett looked back and forth between the witch and wizard a few times. His little twig-like hands rubbed over each other in an attempt to calm himself. Hesitantly, he took a few steps in Queenie’s direction. He knew that Newt would never tell him to or let him go near another person if it were unsafe, even though it took quite a few days to forgive him for the Gnarlak incident. Pickett now stood next to Queenie’s hand. He reached out his own and touched his little fingers to her palm. It felt warm. He looked back at Newt, who gave him an encouraging nod. This would be a big step, both figuratively and literally, for the bowtruckle. After a few deep breaths, he climbed onto Queenie’s palm and squeaked out what sounded like a thank you, following it with a short smile.

“Oh, you’re just adorable!” Queenie gushed. She kept Pickett cradled in her left hand and let him lay back against her fingers. Instinctively, she reached her other hand out to him and let a finger delicately brush over his leaves. “You’ve been hangin’ in that stuffy little pocket all day, huh? I’m gonna have to teach you two to get out more.”

“I’ve never seen him this trusting with anyone else so quickly before,” Newt said, ignoring Queenie’s last comment. He reached across the table for his notebook. Holding his quill in his teeth, he flipped through the pages and then quickly scribbled some notes on the first blank page he could find. Newt’s hand paused its writing. He glanced sideways at Queenie and then stared at the space in front of himself. “You’re not, I mean you can’t…” Newt couldn’t think of a proper way to word his question. He decided to simply let out the first words that came to mind. He looked at her again with wide eyes. “Are you able to read his thoughts?”

“Oh boy, I have enough of a time trying to understand people’s thoughts and memories.” Queenie blew out a heavy puff of breath. “I don’t know what I’d do if I started picking up squeaks and growls from other creatures.” She playfully scratched at Pickett’s stomach with her index finger. Her lips stretched into a wide smile hearing squeaky giggles escape him. “Who’s a cute widdle bowtwuckle?” she cooed. She scratched at his stomach again, relishing in Pickett’s continued giggling as he curled in on himself. A second later, the bowtruckle grabbed Queenie’s finger and let out a high-pitched squeal.

“Uh oh, now you’ve done it,” Newt said with an amused chuckle. The wizard shook his head, aware of what was going to happen and finding himself not wanting to warn Queenie.

“Uh oh? What’d I do?” Queenie froze as if she’d been hit by a petrificus totalis spell. “I didn’t hurt him or upset him, did I?”

“No, no. You did nothing wrong.” Newt couldn’t hide the knowing grin that slowly spread across his features even though he had lowered his head. He kept his eyes on the bowtruckle and silently waited.

“What’s wrong, little one? You ain’t upset, are you? I was only teasin’.” Pickett pushed himself up to stand, giggle-squeaking to himself while walking onto Queenie’s forearm. “Where’s he goin’?” She looked to Newt, whose eyes were still transfixed on the bowtruckle. They both watched Pickett hop off of her arm and land on her lap. He was so light that Queenie didn’t even feel him until he walked up to her waist. A second later, he ducked under Queenie’s open cardigan and started to spider his tiny fingers across her side as she had done to him. “Eek! Hehehehey! What’s he doohooin’?!”

“It’s just… It’s a game he likes to play.” Newt could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, although he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or from the awkwardness he felt over Queenie’s current situation. “Many creatures bond like that. With touch, you see.” He shifted again on his chair as Queenie continued to giggle. “I suppose it’s not too different from parents bonding with their children or siblings when they play or how most species bond when they ma-” Newt mentally kicked himself for rambling into such an awkward topic before finishing his sentence. “Mate.” If every ounce of blood in his body hadn’t already gathered up into his face before, it definitely would have done so now.

“I’m honored thahahat he’s bonding wihihihith me, but EEK!” Pickett had scuttled up Queenie’s arm and was now hopping across her back. Every little step the bowtruckle made was another ticklish poke that sent Queenie into a fit. “How do you turhurhurn him off?” She was now scrunching her shoulders and her nose while Pickett continued sweeping his leaves over her neck.

“I would just have to ask him nicely,” Newt mumbled, looking anywhere but at Queenie while she continued to laugh.

“Nehehewt!”

“Pickett, you’ve had your fun. Come down, now, please.” Almost immediately, the bowtruckle popped out from under Queenie’s strawberry blond curls, scampered down her arm and hopped onto the table. Newt watched him nearly trip over his little rooted legs to get back to the plate in search of more corn kernels. The wizard found himself quite thankful that Pickett had never been that bold when they had first bonded. All of a sudden, Newt recalled memories from childhood. His brother Theseus used to be annoyingly skilled at finding his ticklish spots and he hated it. Or maybe he just hated Theseus. Or both. The very thought made him cringe involuntarily.

“Newt Scamander, I am shocked. You coulda stopped him a whole lot sooner. Or warned me. Shame on you.” She was only teasing the wizard of course. Queenie went quiet, still rubbing her palms against her neck. She listened. She heard. And then she got a wonderfully mischievous idea. “Hey, Pickett? You wanna know a secret, sweetie?” The creature immediately stopped licking sauce from Newt’s plate and looked up at her with wide eyes. His little feet clicked against the table again as he skittered closer to her. Queenie held out her hand and let him step onto her palm. As she lifted Pickett close to her face and cupped her other hand around her mouth to whisper, she locked eyes with a very suspicious Newt. “Excuse us,” she said with a touch of dramatic flair. Queenie turned her back to the wizard, cupping her hand around her mouth once more. Pickett leaned in close to her, eyes wide with anticipation. Purposely making sure that her voice was just loud enough for Newt to hear, she whispered, “Newt absolutely loves tickles.”

“What?!” Newt felt the pit of his stomach freeze over. “That’s not a secret!” His lisp became more prominent in his poorly-masked panic.

“Well, not anymore it’s not, silly,” Queenie scoffed. She set Pickett back down on the table. “Go get him.” She put the back of a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh, watching Pickett skitter across the table with his twiggy arms waving as he squeaked what sounded like a maniacal battle cry.

“That is not what I meant! That’s not true at all.” Newt looked down at the table and saw a blur of green heading straight for him. “Pickett, don’t you dare. Stop.”

“You heard him. Don’t you dare stop.” Queenie sat back in her chair, settling with her arms crossed over her chest.

“No no no no no no no.” Newt tried to catch Pickett before he ran to the end of the table, but the nimble creature was too fast. Pickett dodged the wizard’s hand and used it as a makeshift springboard to launch himself at his target. If Newt wasn’t legitimately panicked, he would have found the sight of a flailing bowtruckle flying toward his face quite amusing. Pickett landed spread-eagle under Newt’s chin with a splat. A second later, Pickett scrunched his arms together and slid straight down inside Newt’s button-down shirt. Again, the wizard’s hand was too late, patting over the shirt collar where the top two buttons were left undone. “Pickett. Pickett, that’s enough of your shenanigans now.” Newt had spoken sternly in hopes of avoiding an embarrassing scene. Those hopes were promptly destroyed. “Now come out of theheheherere. No!” Newt immediately ducked his head down and scrunched his nose, trying not to laugh in front of Queenie. Between Pickett’s tiny fingers spidering around Newt’s abdomen, his feet tapping against Newt’s stomach every time he moved, and his leaves constantly sweeping across Newt’s skin, the poor man was quickly being pushed to his limit.  

“Aww, come on, honey.” The witch craned her head to one side to see Newt’s face. “Just let it out. I won’t judge.”

“Mm-mm!” In his efforts to suppress his laughter, Newt ended up snorting instead. He had never been the type of person to allow much intimate physical contact aside from the occasional hug from Theseus, which he only allowed because they were inescapable. Due to this, Newt had no idea that he was still so sensitive to touch. It was almost unbearable trying to keep from moving and hold in his laughter while the ticklish sensations were becoming more intense. A yelp escaped him as Pickett’s fingers poked around his upper ribs. Newt gripped the table edge with both hands and pushed his chair back, huffing air out through his nose every time he fought to suppress his laughter.  He could feel his resolve cracking apart with every sputter that snuck past his lips. As torturous as his predicament was, he had to be mindful to keep himself from batting his hands at the sensation and possibly hitting Pickett. A minute later, the wizard lost what composure he’d been hoarding. Newt was now giggling uncontrollably, twisting himself from side to side every time his little companion hopped around inside his now extremely crumpled shirt. He would be hiding away in embarrassment if he could focus on anything other than the havoc Pickett was wreaking across his abdomen. “Pickehehehett! Please!”

“If Tina could see how adorable you are right now…” Queenie was beaming, her smile wide as she bounced in her chair.  “She’d get a kick outta you lookin’ all happy.”

“Ahahabsolutely not!” Newt still had a white-knuckled grip on the table. “This doesn’t leave this ro-AHAHAHA PICKETT!” The little beast had switched tactics and started blowing miniature raspberries around Newt’s navel and the poor wizard was losing the last few threads of his sanity. Pickett kept inching dangerously close to Newt’s worst spots as his little fingers continued to knead around the wizard’s abdomen. Please don’t go near my sides, he thought. And then he remembered that he was sitting across from an extremely gifted Legilimens. Oh no. Don’t think. Don’t think. His efforts to clear his mind were futile. It was too late.

“Pickett, sweetie, I think you’re neglectin’ his sides.” Queenie’s eyebrows twitched upward at the sound of a very tiny but very evil-sounding muffled laugh that came from inside Newt’s shirt. A second later, Newt flinched and his laughter went up in pitch. “I could stop givin’ the little guy ideas if you’d take my sister out before you head back home.” Queenie waited.

“If… ihihihihif I what?” Newt snorted again amid his giggles.

“You heard me. Jacob couldn’t hear your thoughts but even he could see you’re both crazy for each other. Tina won’t say anything about it though, because it’s ‘not proper’.” Queenie rolled her eyes.

“You don’t know what y- AAH!” Newt’s words disintegrated into an avalanche of giggles, snorts, squeals, and chuckles.

“Wooooow.” Queenie shook her head in disbelief. “I think you might be worse than Tina.” At that moment, Newt’s body jerked so violently that he almost fell off his chair. “Yeah, definitely worse.”

“Queeheenie, pleaheeheese.” One of Newt’s hands was still firmly clamped onto the table’s edge, knuckles paling, as his other balled into a fist and pounded down onto the table. When Pickett had shifted over to his side, Newt had taken the opportunity to practically fold himself in half by pressing his chest down against his lap in hopes of preventing another attack on his abdomen. Newt was overheated to the point of sweating. He could have sworn that his lungs were on fire every time he tried to take in a breath. He thought that he would be able to hold out just a bit longer… and then Pickett’s little fingers skittered underneath his arm. Newt let out a sound that could have been confused for a thunderbird screech. “Alright, I’ll do it!” he squeaked.

“Come on out, little guy. I think poor Newt needs a break.” Queenie did feel a little guilty about what just happened, but she was able to sense that the wizard was far from upset and - even though he would never admit it – thankful for a little harmless fun.

Newt lifted his head and took in a huge gulp of air as soon as Pickett stilled. The bowtruckle carefully shimmied back up Newt’s shirt and hopped out from the collar. With what strength Newt had left, he brought Pickett back to the table before collapsing his head into his folded arms at the table’s edge.  

“Merlin’s beard,” he mumbled into his sleeve, still panting. Newt continued to rest his head there until he could control his breathing. “You are a very naughty little bugger.” Very slowly, a now messy mop of hair lifted, and Newt’s bright green eyes peeked out from underneath it. Pickett was resting against his arm, staring at him ever so sweetly with his leafy head tilted to one side. “Now that look doesn’t fool me for a minute.” The small bowtruckle hugged Newt’s arm and nuzzled against it, making a soft cooing sound. “You’re lucky that I’m very forgiving,” Newt told him quietly. The wizard gently patted Pickett’s back with two fingers. “You might be a little harder to forgive,” he directed at Queenie, even though both of them knew he wasn’t the least bit serious.

“Say what you want, but you look a bit more relaxed and you’re still smilin’.” Queenie grinned down at Pickett, who had scuttled back over to her for some belly rubs. She kept her touch very gentle so as not to incite another attack.

“Anybody down there?” a voice called from above.

“Yeah! In here, Teenie!” Queenie called to her sister. She gave an innocent grin to Newt, who looked quite mortified at her reply.

“I was starting to think you guys left or somethin’ until l saw the case.” Tina carefully descended the narrow staircase into the shed. Her brow furrowed when she noticed Pickett sitting in her sister’s hand.

“Oh. Newt hadn’t been upstairs all day and I thought he might’ve been hungry. I brought down some food and this little guy warmed up to me enough to say hi!” Queenie grinned and held up her hand to showcase Pickett. “He’s adorable when he comes out of hiding,” she added, referring to more than just the bowtruckle.

“Well, uh, congratulations?” Tina walked towards the table for a closer look when Newt’s eyes caught her gaze. He was still resting his head in the crook of one arm on the table and his freckled cheeks were still quite flushed. “Are you alright? You look exhausted.” Tina put a hand on Newt’s shoulder and looked him over. “And overheated.”

“Yes, yes. I’m fine.” Newt immediately sat up straight when he took note of the concern on Tina’s face and how she was gripping his shoulder. He looked away, blinking his eyes open wide a few times to make himself more alert. “Queenie had just convinced me to come upstairs and rest for a bit. I’ll be right up.”

“Good. I’ll see you both up there.” Tina slowly trailed her hand off Newt’s shoulder, awkwardly jerking it away when she realized she’d been holding it. Noticing Queenie’s smile, she told her in her thoughts to be quiet as she hurried to the steps to retreat from a potentially awkward situation.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” Queenie whispered to Pickett, setting him back down on the table as she stood. She leaned over Newt, her hand on his back for balance as she grabbed his empty plate.  “Now don’t let me come back down here and find you sleepin’,” she scolded Newt playfully when he rested his head back on the table, scribbling her nails over the wizard’s shoulder blade. A whine escaped him and he instantly crashed his shoulder into his ear, causing Queenie to laugh to herself. Pointing to Pickett, she added, “You keep an eye on him,” before heading to the set of steps leading out of the suitcase to follow her sister. The bowtruckle straightened and chirped in reply.

“It seems to be hard for him to wind down. I worry about him,” Tina’s voice carried down from the top of the steps.

“Hmmm,” Newt hummed to himself. He wrapped his arms into a tighter embrace under his head and nuzzled into them with a contented smile. Pickett squealed and repeatedly swatted at Newt’s elbow. “Alright, alright. I’m going.” He lifted the small bowtruckle onto his shoulder before standing from the chair to stretch his now extremely tired muscles.

“Don’t you worry, Teenie. I think there’s a way you can help him with that,” Queenie’s voice echoed from upstairs.

Newt’s eyes went wide as saucers. He scrambled over to and up the ladder so quickly that Pickett nearly flew off of his shoulder.

[herenortherenearnorfar]

A SVtFoE Digression

I don’t get request very often because I am a Youthful Writer, but @waldorkler came to me with this one and it was so cute and I was in a bit of a writing slump so I went a little overboard. 

Request was “something with Star firing Marco out of a cannon”, and yeah, circus antics, that rules. Some death defying, a fear of mortality, small children, clowns. Let’s get our circus on. 

“She’s so little,” Star marvelled.

“I know, Star.” Tom said.

“Her hands are so small.”

“We know, Star,” Ponyhead sighed.

Star looked furtively around the fairground to make sure Marco and Kelly weren’t back with the cotton candy yet. “I’m going to give her some of my slushie.”

Her friends didn’t stop her, which was rude of them. Star knew it was wrong. Babies needed milk, she was pretty sure. But Marcia was only a month old, so it probably couldn’t hurt her if she got just a drop of half melted Purple-Andrewberry-Xplosion on her tiny little tongue. It would be good for her. It would make her bones strong.

Marco caught her with the straw halfway to the babies mouth. Star couldn’t help but look guilty.

He wouldn’t let any of them hold the baby after that- not even Kelly who was pretty sure a baby couldn’t even find any of the swords in her hair.

The thing was that Marco could be a lot of fun sometimes. Star had watched him start a whole revolution and spinkick dragons. He was the best friend anyone could ever have!

Other times he was an absolute killjoy.

Here, at Mewni’s Own Festival Of Delights And Mysteries (Monsters Now Invited At The Queen’s Decree) he was being more than a killjoy. He was being a positive wet blanket. A wet baby blanket.

He refused to go on any of the spinny rides, or play any of the throwing knife games. He wouldn’t go within fifty feet of the lightning-burper. Even the freakshow featuring Dave the Ambidextrous Marvel and Louise of the Long Hair had been nixed on the grounds that it could cause lasting body image issues.

“There’s the circus,” Tom suggested, looking just as fed up as Star felt. Ponyhead was already drifting away- she knew a lost cause when she saw one. “They came to the underworld last month. There are some okay acts.”

“Hey, I saw them there too!” Kelly chimed. “I think we should go.”

Marco looked suspicious. “Are there monsters?”

“A few,” Star edged. “But they’re, like, super harmless ones.”

“Basically puppies,” Kelly piped up. Kelly was a lifesaver. Her name deserved to go down  in history. “We should go. Babies love bright lights and music.”

“Well I’m going to ride the Death-Defier 9000,” Ponyhead said, and floated away. Star wanted to ride the Death-Defier 9000 too, but at this moment getting Marco out of his baby funk was more important.

Once they were inside, surrounded on all sides by small children and the parents of small children, Tom started trying to steal to baby.

“Come on, man, I promise, no fire this time,” he pleaded. Marcia, untroubled, was snoozing away. Marco had put little tiny headphone on her to protect her from the noise.

“Tom, there never should have been fire in the first place.”

“I know. But I come from a difficult background. I’m troubled. Give me a second chance?” It was an absolute lie. Tom’s parents were filthy rich and madly in love and his main struggle in life was dealing with his own emotional issues. He sold it well though.

“This is the best time for him to learn, Marco,” Kelly added.

Perhaps it was for the best that the argument distracted Marco from the wyrm tamer in the center ring. That thing definitely wasn’t a puppy. Star was grateful when it got dragged away to be replaced by some only slightly frightening clowns.

By the time the last pie was flung they’d managed to coax Marco into handing over Marcia, although Star still couldn’t figure out why Kelly and Tom seemed to think it was so important. They were up to something, she knew it.

“Hold up her head,” Marco warned as they wheeled out the next act under a tarp, “And no fire.”

“Oh, of course,” Tom promised in the slightly too slick voice that made Star automatically skeptical.

The ringmaster climbed up onto his little pedestal. “Now for this next act we’ll need an individual of great bravery and skill, someone who-”

Kelly stood up like a tree growing in 500x time. She pointed at Marco. “He’ll do it.”

There was no longer a baby in his arms. Marco was defenseless.

“I’ll take care of Marcia,” Kelly promised in a whisper. “Go, have fun.”

“We also need a close friend to help in the performance...” the ringmaster said, recovering his balance.

Tom was holding the sleeping baby like it was a live bomb and Kelly had just promised to hold down the fort. Star, however was getting on board with the plan. “Got it!” she called. She stood and started pushing Marco out of their seats, past sticky children and sleepy fathers.

They made it down the the sandy floor of the ring and stood, suddenly awkward and uncertain. Marco looked like he was about to bolt. The ringmaster seemed to be sizing him up for bravery, and to be fair, he didn’t look very brave at the moment.

“Well, let’s get this over with,” the circus maestro said softly and whipped the curtain off the looming monstrosity before them. “I present… The Creation That Spits In The Face Of Gravity!”

It was a cannon, just big enough to fit a person inside. Star felt a smile split her face.

“Ooooh, Marco, this is going to be fun.”

He protested the whole way up the steps, and as the acrobats positioned the catching net across the tent. “...and what if I die? What about that Star?”

She patted him on the shoulder. “You are the safest person who could do this trick. If you come close to the ground, I’ll catch you.”

Marco’s faith in her magic did not seem to be airtight, but he allowed himself to be loaded into the cannon like a grumbling cannonball.

The spotlights turned now on Star. Squinting through the light, she looked for Tom, head bowed over the baby, and Kelly leaning back in her chair next to him. She also spotted Buff Frog, two sections across and three rows down, surrounded by his babies. He gave her a thumbs up.

The ringmaster pointed her towards a conveniently large and dramatic button.

“Come on Marco, be fun again,” she whispered, pressed it, and then leaped down from the cannon platform to the ground, so she could track the shot like she promised.

Marco was fired into the air at not insignificant speed. Almost instantly, his body unfurled, limbs going everywhere. Star winced. Keeping yourself together was one of the keys to good cannon practice. But as intended, his back hit the net and he slid, gently, down into hands of the waiting acrobats.

There were cheers and Star ran towards him, but he was already running back up the stairs, towards Tom and Kelly.

“She’s okay, right?” he asked breathlessly. Tom looked up. “Yeah. She opened her eyes a minute or two ago and she’s been smiling a lot. It’s really cute.”

Star clambered over Marco to get a look. It was exceedingly cute, the little tongue sticking out of the tiny mouth as her cheeks turned up in a half smile.

Marco visibly relaxed and Kelly patted him on the back. “See? You can still have fun. That was fun, right?”

He looked a little startled. “Yeah. I mean, I guess it was. I gotten thrown farther distances in fights, but it was nice to do it in a controlled environment.” He was blushing now. Star was pretty sure that for him the attention was just as exciting as the stunt, and now the delayed thrill of those cheers was catching up with him.

Tom slid Marcia back into his arms. “Well, this is yours.”

Marco absently shook a rattle in front of her, and to Star’s delight the baby smile widened. She’d seen flying kittens less cute.

“Aww! Marco, she loves you! She thinks you were so brave! Don’t you Marcia?! Your big brother was so brave with that cannon stunt.” The three of them leaned around Marco, ignoring the tightrope walkers now on center stage.

Marco smiled softly, and then said, “You’re all my friends but I have to tell you that she’s passing gas, and if you ever make me climb into a cannon in front a a hundred people again I will go home and become an au pair out of sheer terror. Now, let’s go ride the Death Defier 9000 before it closes.”

[dorky-spider]

The Calm Within the Storm

A/N: I have no idea how to put this into a category if I’m being honest. But I gained inspiration from the book The Siren by Kiera Cass! I hope y’all like it and if you want a part 2, let me know! 

Summary: You meet Tom while doing your siren duties, but they cause him to be in distress so you try to talk to him to calm him. 

Mermaid!Tom Holland x Siren!Reader 

Word Count: 1714 

Also, Italicized is the ocean speaking and bold is Tom speaking underwater. 

Update: The read more link doesn’t seem to be showing up with reblogs and I’m not sure how to fix it so just click on my blog name and it should bring you to the original post! 

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Come, it’s time.

You hear the ocean whisper to you. You can’t decide whether you love or hate taking so many lives. On one hand you know it’s worth it taking a few lives to allow others to live, but your heart always mourns the ones it takes. You understand that she has to take them, they’re her only source of food and she doesn’t like anymore than you do.

Getting ready to sing you look to your sisters, the four of you all ready to let her song pour out of you so beautifully that the passengers cannot help, but fall in love.

Begin, my loves

The four of you sing, voices intertwining and creating a devastatingly beautiful song. It happens slowly then all at once. Some throwing themselves overboard, some getting pushed or slipping. They all end up here anyway, your voices strong and unwavering making this as easy and painless as possible for them. You try not to look at their faces, knowing that they’ll haunt your dreams if you do. It’s not hard to focus on other things, you’ve grown accustomed to the screams and pleas, but there’s one that causes you to look, to search for the source of it.

Still singing, maybe not as focused as you were before, you look for him. The owner of the calm, soothing voice that pulled you to reality during your song. It’s not something that’s happened before, someone having such a reaction to your song. It’s shocking while still being a nice change

Focus, Y/N. The voice will be gone soon and you’ll feel bad if you make life harder on your sisters or those I’m taking.

Attempting to shake the voice from your thoughts, you push yourself to sing louder, stronger hoping it’ll speed things up. Diverting your eyes, you move to a different area hoping maybe the voice won’t make it this far, but not realizing that you’ve moved closer to it.

This is wrong. You cannot hurt all these people. Please, save them. I don’t understand, why are you doing this? The voice calls out, pleading.

You continue on knowing that the questions, while valid, cannot be answered. This is taking longer than normal, you realize. Something must be wrong, Swimming back to your sisters, you try to bring them close. It’s important to keep together, to protect each other. That’s when you see him, the owner of the voice.

He’s beautiful, a mop of chestnut brown hair lays upon a pretty, youthful face with big brown eyes that you could imagine yourself getting lost in. His body is nice, smooth with defined abs, but it’s below his waist that catches your eye, it’s a tail. His entire lower body is a breathtakingly beautiful mix of blue, pink, and purple scales adorning his tail. His scales effortlessly transitioning between the soft colors making the water around him come alive with color. He’s swimming, helping people break the surface.

I cannot feed if he helps them. There can be no survivors. Distract him, Y/N, your sisters will take over.  

“What are you doing?” you ask as you swim closer to him.

They need to be helped. There���s so many of them, please don’t let that many lives be lost. How can you allow so much death? You have to help them. Please.

“I cannot. She has to eat to sustain life. We cannot allow anyone to survive, they will reveal us to the world. Please, you have to stop. If you don’t, she’ll punish you.” you can hear the desperation in your voice, but you’re not quite sure where it came from. Surely, his life cannot mean that much to you.  

I fear that if I don’t at least attempt to help, that I will have the weight of that decision on my shoulders for the rest of my life. He sounds sad and defeated, but yet still determined.

“It will be okay. Think of all the lives you would be saving. All the people you are allowing to live and thrive in the world by letting so few go. Please, she will not be kind much longer. I see your tail, I know that you need her more than them to live. She will not allow you life if you get in her way.” You hate admitting it, but it needed to be said. You look around, there are so few left now. It will be over soon. Reaching out to her you ask for permission to bring him to land, to allow him life and bring him away from the devastation.

Go. Your sisters are doing fine. They are thankful for you help with him. I will send you to an empty beach.

“Come with me. We will talk” You grab his hand, gripping tightly as she bring you to the shore. It’s dark, only the moonlight giving a soft glow to the beach as you both come ashore.

“What are you? What’s your name? Why do you help bring so much death to a world that already has so much? How did she bring us here so quickly? I can’t even swim that fast. Did you bring me here to kill me?” he rants off so many questions you fight remember all of them.

His voice. While it was beautiful underwater, it was breathtaking hearing now on this beach. It was difficult not to get lost in the sound of it. It was how our voices were to humans. Shaking yourself from your thoughts you notice he’s staring at you, waiting for answers that don’t seem to be coming anytime soon. Your mind blanking on anything other than his brown eyes that are focus solely on yours. Finally, though takes a minute, you come up with some answers that might satisfy him for now.

“I’m sure you know what I am. You’re a mermaid, aren’t you? I’m sure you can identify other sea creatures as well. No matter, I’m Y/N, a siren. I sing for her so she can feed and sustain life. It’s like how you protect sea creatures, I help her and she protects me. To answer your next question, she is the ocean, she can move things faster than anything else on this planet as long as it’s in salt water. And no, I’m not going to kill you. I begged her to help me let you live. It would have been a waste just to bring you here to kill you. What is your name, hun?” You smile. That was a lot of information, you think maybe you shouldn’t have given so much away.

There was something about the way he so willingly offered anything to save others or maybe it was the way he was able to actually hear your voice so freely or maybe the way he was looking at you so hopeful and enthusiastic that made you want to give him the full honest truth, to trust him so willingly and fully. It was a dangerous road you were starting down. If you

gave away too much information she would punish you, but you fear that if you weren’t honest with him he’d be on your mind for a long time wondering if by chance he would have understood.

“Y/N,I don’t understand,” he exclaimed desperately trying to make sense of everything you were saying, “Why does she have to do this? What do you mean she takes all of them to sustain life? How does that even …” He stops when he notices you giving him a pointed look.

“Your name, honey buns?” You want to give as much comfort as you can and you’ve noticed people like it when you use their name in the conversation.

“Tom.” It comes out barely a whisper.

“Well Tom, I cannot answer all of your question. There are simply some things I cannot talk about. With that being said, I can tell you that we will not hurt you or those you care about. It is not in our nature to bring more death than necessary.” You try to use a soothing voice to bring comfort to him.

His eyes are wide, regarding you with both caution and curiosity, but he seems a little more at ease knowing that no harm is coming to him.

“Okay, so no more death than absolutely necessary. I guess I can understand that. I mean will kill those who continuously harm other creatures. Those terrible sailors that just won’t stop. It’s basically the same, right?” he seems like he’s trying to convince himself more than you.

A comfortable silence sets over you both, you figure he’s trying to come to terms with everything and it wouldn’t be fair to rush him through the process. On the other hand, you wanted to hear his voice again. The smooth gentleness of it makes you want to sit with him and just listen to him tell stories for the rest of your days. He has an accent, which is rather normal for mermaids they can go on land whenever and live normal lives, you’d guess he lives somewhere near London. You always loved accents, they’re just so pretty to listen to. Being a siren, your voice and changes to fit wherever you are.

“Y/N? I thought all who heard your voice would die. If that’s true, why haven’t I died?” he quietly asked.

“We can allow a select few to hear our voices. It takes a lot of energy and focus, but we do it when we find someone worth the effort. Because of the effort, we can only choose one person to share it with at a time. When they die, we slowly gain the energy back and may do it again after a few years.” The words came out soft, making you feel like you’re one foot tall.

There’s silence, you want to see his face, hear his voice, find out what he’s thinking but you’re too embarrassed to look at him. It must be weird for him. To know someone he just met used their one chance to talk to someone for a lifetime on him, a total stranger.

“You chose me? Well love, let’s make that choice worthwhile yeah?”

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I hope y’all like it! Any feedback is welcome. This is the longest thing I’ve written so far so any thing that can make it better is welcome! 

Again if you want another part let me know and I’ll write it! Thank you!!

[comeonthinkers]

One step forward...

Sometimes I really hate being a manager of stuff.

Cause in the end, you’re the last line of defense. You’re the one that’s gotta come in to fix stuff, or the only one that knows how. You’ve gotta make the repair calls, receive the late calls; you’ve gotta place the orders; you’ve gotta correct the ones that are wrong, listen to their crap, and answer for their mistakes. You replace one piece of broken equipment, another gets stolen. The snake head gets repaired, a channel fries. Yeesh.

It’s nice to have control. It’s not nice to have to acknowledge you can’t control everything. This is a silly thing to complain about, but I am honestly kept awake some nights because my phone is charging in the other room and I am afraid to fall asleep because if someone at the bar needs me I won’t hear their call come through. This is my problem. I overstress and am a workaholic. And I could fix these things, and I’m working on it, but there are just some days when everything breaks and life sucks and I find myself yelling at my phone because an app takes a second longer than it should to respond to me pressing a button. Ugh. 

Anywho. For now, the bills are (mostly) paid, I’ve got a job and a roof over my head, I’ve been training an assistant that’s competent and allows me to catch up on sleep, and my biggest financial concern is that it’s hard to put away money for a wedding I get to have. So it could be TONS worse. But I feel that the day-to-day reality of business is the constant feel of 5 steps forward, 4 steps back. Sometimes even 5 or 6 steps back. Maybe over the course of a few months you get somewhere. But it’s never as far as you want it to be, as fast as you hoped it would be. 

On the plus side, I’ve started writing again. And I’ve got a business blog now, which I’m determined to keep updated (as well as this one), with at least a few posts every month. Last week I got 10 new unique visitors to my website because of it, too- and a few of them even checked out my rates page. So for all the steps back it feels like I’ve been taking lately, that’s one step forward. My loan applications are going well, and with help from the bank and a better approach to saving I shouldn’t have tax trouble next year or hopefully the years after that. Learned that lesson, and though it doesn’t feel like it yet that’s a step forward too.

I had a mini-break through in Capoeira yesterday: we practice this movement called “bananeira,” which is essentially a handstand, only a little bit different in the approach. You start out lower to the ground, bringing your arms down and bending at the knee (almost as if you’re starting from a lunge), and then using the straightening of your back leg you push your hips forward and over your shoulders. You don’t use momentum, you use strength and your body’s skeletal structure to support yourself. And I had been having trouble even getting my bottom leg off the ground for the past few months. But this week, something kinda clicked: and I was able to get my legs up and straight (even if not actually over my head) before coming back down in a more-or-less controlled fashion. Woohoo!

I made my breakthrough just in time to then get lazy later in class and tweak my back by twisting instead of rolling during the negativa role. Great. One step forward, two steps back... 

Diet update? Progress is being made. I actually got below 195 last week, and it’s the first time since starting the diet that I’m under 200 lbs after cheat day- which means the weight is legitimately coming off and staying off. It’s slow going, but last week was a big deal for me. I went a little overboard during one of the fasting days and had a bit of an energy lapse for the rest of the week because of it- although I could have also been fighting the flu bug going around. I feel better after a weekend of re-feeding and taking care not to go below 1200 calories a day (which I had done without realizing a few days in a row last week), and I’ll try to remember that it’s okay to eat. Just because the scale says I’m losing weight doesn’t mean I don’t need food anymore. But getting weak doesn’t mean I need to completely stop, either- it just means I need to moderate. 

I’ve been experimenting again with adding some foods back in- it seems as long as I still keep away from sugar and gluten I do pretty alright, which is good news for when I get to maintaining weight and would still like to eat other things. I’m still eating more vegetables and overall, still feel better. My first dress fitting is next week, and I’m hoping I can get re-inspired to keep at it for the next few months. I’ve still got a goal of 190 for the end of the month- and if I keep at it I should be able to get there- 4 pounds in 2 weeks is totally doable. Especially if I only do one cheat day between now and then, keep up on my exercises and stretches (which will also help my back), and don’t go too crazy on the fasting. 

Days like these are reasons why I actually like taking the time to do my own taxes once a year. Each day, the tiny victories and seemingly tumultuous defeats make it seem like we’re never getting closer to our goals. But forcing myself to go through piles of receipts, invoices, and bank statements help me remember the ridiculous amount of stuff I got done last year- and the heaps of improvements I’ve made, goals I reached, useful tools I bought, and projects I completed. It’s not nothing, these steps forward- and even if the world's break-neck pace makes it seem like we’re backpedaling sometimes, we’re still making progress. 

I’m taking a martial arts class and losing weight for the first time in years- and have been keeping it up! I’ve got regular clients that I love to work with and are helping me learn new skills. Though managing a venue is exhausting, it’s endlessly rewarding and way more fun than most other jobs, and the problems we’re facing now are nowhere near as daunting as the problems we were facing six months ago. I’m getting frickin’ married in 3 and a half months. 

One step forward at a time.