#and i noticed one of the songs was like jumping weirdly

[oifaaa]

No clue on ur policy on cursing but if you do not like it pls delete this ask and I’m sorry I cursed but the concept was so funny.

Batfam au where Damian accidentally ends in the past (by himself or if any of his siblings join is optional) and needs to quickly stop himself before calling Bruce, Father.

So on a slip up, he accidentally calls him Fuckboy instead, and has to continually use it.

I see this going one of two ways depending on how old Bruce is - if it's teenage angsty Bruce then there will be a fight which will result in Bruce getting his ass kicked bc teenage Bruce was just constantly looking for a fight but couldn't hope to win against Damian - if its Bruce post training/ early batman Bruce then he will recognise that Damian looks a mini talia and realise this kid is his son or maybe a younger sibling of talias either way calling him a fuckboy is definitely deserved

[pixiesfz]

I know it’s not the normal thing you write so if you don’t want to then that’s fine! But I’d love a platonic lionesses fic (or just Lucy if you’d prefer) when r is the youngest player on the team and they’re all a bit overprotective of her

love this idea of a young teen lioness!!

plot: y/n's partner breaks up with y/n right before camp

warning: them pronouns are used for partner, and crying, I'm not sure what you should call a warning (also if anyone thinks they wouldn't cry like a bitch when they get broken up with is like wrong)

You stared at your phone as your tears dropped down on the text message that now clouded your brain.

You were sixteen you shouldn't expect your first relationship to be your one and only.

But you loved them.

You read the message again.

'It's really not working y/n'

'I think it's best if we break up'

'I can't deal with this anymore'

You wiped away the tears on your face. Long distance was hard and you were leaving every now and then for your soccer career, you thought they would supported you and they did at first.

Then you stopped ringing each other every night, you were sometimes late to their messages because of training and you even saw on your other friends stories of them at parties talking to other girls.

You tried to convince yourself it wasn't going to happen.

But now it has.

The doorbell went off causing you to jump and drop your phone on the floor "fuck, shit fuck" you grunted out as it hit your foot.

You remembered that Ella and Alessia had decided to pick you up to drive you to camp that day.

You quickly wiped the tears off your face and took a deep breath as the doorbell rang again and Ella's voice could be heard.

"Y/N! for god sakes are you deaf!"

It almost brought a smile to your face before you grabbed your suitcase and walked out of your room and to the front door and opened it.

Alessia was about to ring the doorbell again until you opened the door. "Finally" Ella yelled as you looked down and played with your air pod case.

"I uhm- yeah sorry I was on a call with mum" you said with a soft voice as you were already walking towards the car trying not to make eye contact with any of the girls who thankfully didn't think anything of it.

You were quiet the whole ride which weirded the two girls out usually, you would be talking their ears off and you would all sing along to some Disney song.

Even when you had arrived you quickly hurried off with a quick 'thanks' and went to get changed.

"Somethings off" Alessia said once you were out of earshot "no shit sherlock" Ella replied before they ushered over to Lucy and Keira who had also just arrived.

"Why's the little one running?" Lucy asked as she watched you with furrowed brows "somethings up she didn't talk the entire ride" Alessia explained and Keira's mouth dropped "your kidding" she said and then looked at the doors you had just walked through with worry.

You were in the rooms tying up your shoes when Leah and Beth walked in "hey chicken" Beth smiled and you nodded "Hey Beth" you relied softly, still with your head between your legs.

Leah looked at you weirdly before they walked through the rooms again and collected everyone to start training.

You weren't doing well, even when you first walked onto the pitch you looked into the empty stands where you once ran up to see your ex and hug them after a game-winning goal.

You opted to tell someone but you shook it off, you were just sixteen relationships aren't important and they definitely wouldn't care about it much.

But the more you battled your brain about it the more you kept on stuffing up weather it was a dribble, a tackle or a shot at goal.

It was Mary who noticed first "y/n you good?" she asked as you missed another shot "yeah" you replied as you fought away the tears that tried to slip out just by the goalkeeper asking about your feelings.

She nodded before looking at Leah who shot her brows at her.

You kept on trying to kick some goals and missing or taking easy shots and Mary caught them with ease. You knew what was wrong but you didn't think it would impact your playing skills.

It frustrated you and all the girls were sharing looks about your 'skills'.

When training finished you stayed on the pitch and watched as they all went in, leaving you alone.

You grabbed a ball harshly from the sideline and took it to the penalty line and kicked it.

miss.

kicked it again,

miss.

then again,

post.

You were growing so frustrated as tears now ran down your cheeks and you swore loudly at yourself. You walked up to the ball one more time to grab it but your hand stopped once you reached it as you thought about the texts once more this morning and you let out a choked sob.

You hadn't given yourself time to really cry yet and now it finally caught up to you.

You didn't know that some of the team hadn't left yet as they were worried about you but watched from the top.

"She was funny before training" Alessia explained to Leah who had her hands crossed whilst she watched you try and kick penalties "She didn't look at me at all when I said hi" Beth piped up and Leah tilted her head "She never misses" she muttered.

Lucy noticed the frustration growing on your face "Do you think something happened at home?" she wondered quietly before the girls looked back at her and took it in.

You weren't aware of their eyes on you as you dropped to the floor with the ball and kicked it as hard as you could near the goals which hit the net.

"fuck off" you cried out with your annoyance at the accidental goal and you rolled up your long sleeve to your palms and put them to your face which you cried into.

It wasn't anyone's fault it didn't work out, you tried to tell yourself but you didn't believe it.

You left to pursue soccer, you left them behind.

They were your first love and you're the reason they left.

You were too focused on your own thoughts to hear Lucy running over to you and you were too tired to pry away her arms which were picking you up.

"y/n/n" she said as she turned you around but you found yourself hugging the older girl in comfort. Keira came in next her heart dropping at the sight of you hugging Lucy in tears.

"Y/n what's wrong?" Lucy asked softly as she looked down at you, you sniffed and looked up "they broke up with me this morning" you said and watched Lucy's reaction.

She breathed in before hugging you tighter "it's going to be fine y/n, you'll get through this" she said before Keira beckoned the other girls to come over "we will help you get through this" she said before nodding her head at the girls which were now on the pitch walking towards you.

You let go of Lucy to look at the Lionesses who where worried about you.

"I'm sorry I was shit today at training" you apologized to Leah who scoffed "Oh shut up we only care about if you're okay" she told you and hugged you as well.

"I do have one question though" Lucy said from behind you "what?" you asked

"Can I find them and beat them up?"

"Lucy!" Keira said and smacked her arm which you laughed at.

"Thanks, guys," you said with a smile that wasn't fake, you couldn't believe you lucked out with a team like this.

[ashwhowrites]

Eddie Munson x cheerleader! Reader, what if Eddie starts receiving some secret admirer letters that don't have any signature on them, only some red lipstick kiss on it and he's curious about who can that be, only when he's on a deal with Cheerleader! Reader, that she's starts to apply some red lipstick on that he connects the dots and he just jumps in excitement saying IT'S YOU! and reader is like Idk what are you talking about (just pretending not to know) but then when Eddie sits again she just starts to talk again and she gest closer to him and then kisses him?

-🩷

Thank you for requesting! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it <3

Red lipstick

Eddie Munson wasn't a guy that girls fawned over. He wasn't a guy girls chase around and try to win over. More like, they ran from him. If he ever had a crush, it was nearly impossible it would be responded to nicely.

He also wasn't friends with girls. He barely talked to any, unless it was on a deal. So imagine the confusion he had when he randomly started to receive little notes. Almost like a secret admirer note. The notes didn't say much, a few words that complimented him in some way. Some talked about his clothes, hair, rings, smile, or his laugh. Which meant this person constantly saw him and was close enough to notice small details.

He had a good feeling it was his friends playing a joke, but he wasn't sure if they'd be that mean. He had a feeling it was a girl based on the neat handwriting, oh! And the fact that every note had a lipstick kiss on it. A deep red, a red that would stain lips. He had to admit, he weirdly stared at his friend's lips lately, trying to see if any smudge of red was still there.

He always received them at the end of each day, in his locker. Well, he assumed, when the notes first started he never went to his locker. One day he needed a random book and tons of notes scattered on the floor by his boots. The excitement of reading the notes brought him back to check his locker every single day. And whenever he checked, there it was. Folded neatly, his name was written on the top with the red kiss mark.

He had no idea who it could be. He didn't talk to any girl one on one unless it was during a deal. And the girls he met with were cheerleaders....no way in hell would a cheerleader be into him.

~~~

Eddie kept the collection of notes in his backpack, not like anything else was in there.

His friends teased him about it all the time. To a point, he believes they aren't part of it.

"Miss lover girl write another one? "

"I bet you kiss the notes at night."

"does it smell like perfume?"

"Are we sure it's not Jason in drag?"

But right now he had to put the mystery aside and work on a deal.

He hummed a song as he sat on the bench, waiting patiently for his next customer. With the extra time, he dug into a few of the notes, his head pounding as he tried to figure out who the hell it was. It's been weeks and weeks. And he still came up with nothing.

"Whatcha got there?" A voice came from behind him. He jumped and quickly hid the notes. He zipped up his backpack as Y/N walked around the table and sat down.

"Nothing!" He squeaked out. She eyed him carefully but moved on. Her movements seemed a little nervous.

He did the deal as usual, but with Y/N they tend to talk about random shit to pass the time. The weed was placed in her backpack, but yet they talked for over an hour.

Her lips were over her water bottle as she sipped the rest of it. She groaned as she noticed there wasn't a lipstick mark, knowing her lips must have been uncoated for a while.

She dug into her backpack, scratching for the small black tube. She smiled once she grabbed it. She grabbed her small compact mirror and opened it.

Eddie watched mindlessly, letting her do her thing as he took in her features. He knew she was beautiful and he knew that she knew it too. The way her lips puckered out as she applied the red stick to her lips. WAIT! RED!

Eddie snatched the lipstick from her hand.

"Eddie what the fuck!"

He ignored her, he smeared the stick against his wrist, the red soaking his skin. The color was familiar and the texture of it was the same.

He smiled excitedly, he figured it out.

He couldn't handle his outburst. He jumped from his seat, disbelief on his face.

"ITS YOU!" He couldn't believe it. A cheerleader, no! Y/N! was writing him love notes.

"Huh?"

"THE NOTES!"

Y/N felt her face heat up, but denied.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" She snatched back her lipstick. She quickly threw it in her backpack but Eddie already had the stain on his skin.

He dug out the notes, flipping one over. The blank side faced him as he slid it over to her.

"Kiss it." He said he didn't care how crazy he sounded. This has been driving him crazy for weeks.

"I'm not kissing a piece of paper." She argued

"Just DO IT!"

She slouched and grabbed the paper. Embarrassed she pressed her lips against the paper. Something she's done countless times, but now in front of him feels so stupid. Why did she think this was a good idea?

Eddie sat down, more calm as he grabbed the paper and matched it with the others.

"It's you."

"Yeah! You've said that!" Y/N snapped. She was panicking. He hasn't said anything but "it's you!" Over and over. Was he happy it was her? Mad? Disappointed? She couldn't tell and it was making her nervous.

"But why?" He asked. The confusion was clear on his face.

"What do you mean why? Why do people send love notes, Munson." She said in a duh tone. She didn't like being played with.

"Well if you like someone! But that's not the case here, so why?" Now that he knew who it was, he couldn't help but feel stung. It was a cheerleader, and he stands by no cheerleader liking him. It must have been a joke with the team or a joke with Jason.

He was hurt by it. He thought they had a small friendship. He liked talking to her and it seemed like she enjoyed being around him too. She didn't run away after the deal, she didn't look over her shoulder in a panic if anyone saw.

Y/N sighed and decided to make another move. She got up and moved to sit next to him. She was nervous, but he probably was even worse.

"I do like you." She admitted quietly, she wasn't sure if he heard it. She barely heard it herself.

"We talk every week...why did you never say anything?" He asked

"I was scared!" She laughed, "I didn't want you to laugh in my face. I know you hate the popular kids and you hate my friends. I was scared you hated me too."

He moved his hand down to his lap, her hand inches away on the bench. He took a deep breath and slowly slid his hand over. His pinky hits hers.

"I like you too. I mean it's hard for me to believe you do like me and this isn't a prank. But I also feel like that's not something you'd do." He explained. "I'm really happy it was you."

He could feel her body perch up, a big smile on her face as she turned her head to look at him.

"Really? Happy?" She asked, he turned his head to match her.

"Mhhm! I always thought you were beautiful. But I don't recall you ever wearing red lipstick on our deals so I didn't exactly expect it to be you."

"I didn't. I barely wear it, only when I usually do the notes. But I guess I was hoping if I slipped up, you'd notice." She admitted

They sat in silence for a moment, just looking at each other. That's when she noticed how close they were. His pinky was still against hers, their shoulders practically touching.

"Can I kiss you, Eddie Munson?" She asked, her heart pounding.

Eddie has never heard those words in his life. He had a first kiss, but it was on a dare and the girl ran away after. He still remembers how sad he was. But now he had a gorgeous girl wanting to kiss him.

"Yes" he breathed, his heart raced as she leaned in. His cheek burned as her hand held it softly. He's never had someone touch him so delicately. Like he was something special you'd be careful with.

Time froze when her lips touched his. He wasn't sure what to do at first, his hand slowly moved to her thigh, resting his palm against her bare skin as he tried to kiss back. He's seen it in movies, and he's heard his friends talk about it. But he's never heard anyone talk about how amazing he felt. He'd never heard anyone talk about the way his body tingled, the way he felt like he wanted to giggle and scream. He's never heard anyone talk about the pure feeling of happiness and desire running through their body.

But maybe that's because no one kissed her

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[kyemna]

Theme park with the Hazbin Hotel Characters headcanons

Charlie:

-Was so excited, she couldn't sleep the night before.

-Grabs your hand, and drags you through the whole park.

-Expect to go on EVERY. SINGLE. RIDE.

-Absolutely LOVES rollercoasters.

-Tried to drag her dad along with you guys, but he insisted you spend some alone time together. (He's scared of rollercoasters LMFAO)

-Buys all the merchandise she can get her hands on.

-Regrets letting you pick the next ride when you head towards the haunted house.

-Is clinging on to you as if her life depended on it.

-"that was so fun.." she had her eyes closed the whole time.

-Such a foodie when it comes to theme parks. Doesn't even notice the extreme prices.

-Claims she's not tired, but the moment you guys get back to the car, she's GONE.

Vaggie:

-The theme park was 100% your idea. She would never even bring it up.

-After some whining and begging she gave in.

-Lets you choose all the rides.

-Tries her hardest to enjoy most of it, for your sake.

-Definitely threw up after the first rollercoaster.

-The waterguns however.. now that's more like it.

-Targets all the dry people. All the newcomers get out of the ride, soaked to the bone.

-Prefers not to eat there (weak stomach)

-Everytime she gets jumped in the haunted house, she curses at them in Spanish.

-Accidentally punched one of the scare actors.. broke the poor man's nose.

-Is so happy when you get back to the car, and it's finally over.

Angel dust:

-He had a day off so this was completely his idea.

-Loves Tilt-a-Whirl.

-Screamed at every rollercoaster just for the sake of screaming.

-He somehow smuggled alcohol into the theme park..??

So before you go into one of the rides, you two took a shot.

-He was the one dragging you into the Haunted House.

-You lost him somewhere in there and he snuck up on you. Scared your soul straight into the second afterlife.

-There was a kids disco. He wanted to go. Mind you, you two were tipsy ASFFF.

So just imagine two nearly drunk adults on the dance floor at a kids disco.

-Asked the DJ to play a song, claiming it was 100% kid friendly. CPR by Cupcakke..

-You two got kicked out..😭

-Had to Uber home since ya'll were drunk as shit.

Alastor:

-It took HOURS of convincing to get him to go with you.

-After 583 "No's", he got tired of your whining so he agreed to shut you up LOLL.

-Said No to rollercoasters. Everytime. You. Asked. He never gave in.

-Walked straight to the haunted house, to scare the scare actors.

-Weirdly agreed on the water guns?

-Oh he went all out. A family trying to have a fun time? Not on his watch.

-Sat on a bench 80% of the time, letting you run around.

-Really liked the Ferris wheel!

-Also really liked the Bumper cars. He went after everyone. No mercy.

-Have to keep this one short, i just can't really imagine him at a Theme Park😭

Husk:

-He was bored, so instantly agreed to go with you.

-Went along with everything you did.

-He really liked the haunted house for some reason. Asked to go again.

-There was a Just Dance contest. You two DOMINATED everyone. You won a big bear.

-He HATED the water guns.

-Paid for everything.

-Really liked taking pictures in the Photobooth, but he'll never admit it.

-Survived so long on the mechanical bull.

-You two teamed up at the Bumper Cars.

Went after all the kids LMFAO.

-Did like 10 rounds on the carousel, because he was tired.

-Got so annoyed at the constant music and high pitched screams.

-He wanted to go home after like 3 hours of running around.

Thank you for reading!

[sphireath-wisp]

#just for me.

Sypnosis: Things that remind them of you that they keep for themselves (Blue lock version)

Warnings: Messy interchanging tenses, not proofread

Featuring: Nagi Seishiro, Meguru Bachira, Yoichi Isagi, Itoshi Rin x GN! reader

Nagi Seishiro

He had this picture of you in his wallet wearing a matching onesie with him. The both of you were wearing stitch onesies and Reo had just happened to come by. Taking hold of this opportunity, Reo snapped a picture of the both of you asleep on the couch - popcorn and snacks next to the both of you as the TV was still playing the movie you both were watching. Once Nagi sees the picture, he'll snatch it away from Reo and keep in it his phone case. His phone is always with him, so it's convenient to just take it out and get his daily reminder of who's been supporting him in his career for so long.

The matching necklaces you got for his birthday. He always keeps it on him and does not care if he's breaking any rules wearing it (he'll just hide it under his shirt, what's the big deal?) Nagi likes it because it's convenient to wear when playing football. It doesn't disturb him much like rings do when he eats or earrings when he jumps around during practice. Plus, he'll unconsciously fidget with it. The cold sensation it has whenever he touches it is weirdly comforting.

Meguru Bachira

He has a picture of you and him in an art class the both of you signed up for. Honestly, he wasn't focusing and neither were you - there were doodles everywhere on his canvas and you couldn't focus with him around. You remember him doodling you kissing him on the cheek, a cat, your initials in a heart, etc. In the picture, he was cupping your cheek and painting small hearts all over your face. Every time he stares at the photo, he can recall the sound of your uncontrollable laughter, how one of the hearts smudged on his cheeks when you kissed him, and the trouble you went through wiping off the red stains on your face and clothes.

His grades... aren't the best. Thus, being the dedicated and loving significant other you are, you copied your personal super helpful notes for him to refer though. However, you had encountered an obstacle - he could not focus. Complaints and whines would be the only thing rolling off of his tongue instead of anything intellectual. Thus, you've come up with a solution! Doodles and affirmations in the notebook keep him around long enough. Occasionally, you'll doodle a smaller version of you saying "good job!", hugging him, kissing him, etc. Similar to checkpoints, you'll remind him of how great he's doing or how he's going to ace his exams like this! Once he returns the notebook, you'll notice new doodles, and a thank you message on a card hidden between the pages.

Yoichi Isagi

The scarf you gave him during autumn. It still has that lingering smell of your perfume/cologne, and he just likes having it on during his walks. It calms him down to just having it around his neck. I just have this hunch that he feels so guilty the moment there's a hole or any sort of stain. (Don't worry, he's careful with such a precious item)

I just know you and Isagi would share a Spotify playlist! I JUST KNOW IT. You have this playlist with him with a mix of your taste in music and his (he requested you to add in calmer pieces specifically). Whenever he's listening to music on the bus or train and hears a song he doesn't recognize, he'll smile unconsciously because he just feels like this is the type of song you would like. Seriously, those cheesy, calming love songs always remind him of you. It makes him really appreciate being yours, being able to hold your hand, hug you, treat you to things, etc.

Itoshi Rin

The good luck notes you leave in his bag. Of course, you respect his privacy and won't unnecessarily rummage through his things. Though, that doesn't mean you can't just slide your little token of encouragement right into his bag! Technically, you aren't looking! At first, when he felt the touch of paper against his palm, he assumed it was trash. When he was able to fish it out and inspect it, he realized the heartfelt contents of the "trash" in his hands. You don't know this, but he actually collects your messages. It's no good to waste such endearment! In a small corner of his bag, he neatly tucks them in and keeps them for whenever he feels like he misses you has nothing to do.

Knowing Rin, he's in no way a romantic. I mean, this is Itoshi Rin, we're talking about here. Thus, you decided to be bold and be the first person to make a move! You gave him a bouquet of white jasmine to bring home and to be honest, he seemed uninterested... Keyword: seemed. This guy brought home the flowers and literally researched how to take care of them to ensure that they never wither. During that, he found out the symbolic meaning of white jasmine - love, beauty, and sensuality. (He'll make sure to bring a bouquet for you in the future)

[cupids-flyer]

Architecturestudent!Armin

Vira note: pls spare me. This my first work on here ♡︎ ill get better as i keep writing🧚🏾‍♀️

Armin falling for you the pretty and smart architecture princess | fluff |

you knew walking into a architecture class in all pink with you’re dark brown complexion would cause a lot of staring but you didn’t care. as you put your bamboo earrings in, your playlist changed the song to The Key by Tems but you paused it till you got into your car and drove to school.

architecturestudent!armin who sat in the back struggling to keep his eyes open in class couldn’t help but notice you the girl in all pink walking into architecture class.

“Princess! I think you’re in the wrong class!” someone yells out to you. “This room 208. Architecture. Is it not?” You say looking at the teacher for confirmation. “Yes you are correct. Y/n right? The only open seat we have is in the back.” “Thanks.” you say smiling walking to your seat.

architecturestudent!armin who is entranced at the way your hips sway as you walk to the only open seat beside him in the back and take out your books

“Hi!” you say smiling “i’m y/n and you’re..” “I’m Armin but call me Min everyone does.” He says responding frantically “thats cutee, well Min i hope we become good friends this semester!” You say cheesin

architecturestudent!armin who was in shock at how forward you were. from you saying “stop being a stranger, move your chair closer” to Give me your number.” which had him shocked “if i didn’t ask i had a feeling i would’ve never got it!” you say chuckling

architecturestudent!armin who couldn’t get you out of his head the way you always where attentive in class, always knew the topics, and always writing notes and sharing them with him. he knew you were a dime and he couldn’t let you slide from up under him. he couldn’t let you go.

architecturestudent!armin who loves drawing so he draws you little doodles in the middle of class. but one day he scribbles fast on the paper and taps your hand urging you to read it. you glance and the paper and do a double take as your eyes get wide. he’s asking to take you out soon. you look over to smile at him while writing a fast “yes” he was so happy he could’ve jumped out of his chair

architecturestudent!armin who calls you because he didn’t understand some of the lesson and as he looks at the picture you sent of your notes. while his face is in the camera you see that he wrinkles his forehead and sticks his tongue out when he focuses. you think it’s a adorable habit but he has no idea at all.

architecturestudent!armin who takes you to a little cafe just to talk and get closer to eachother. you learn that he was the shy type when he was younger and still slightly is but learned how to stand up for himself with his friends help. you also learn that he loves minecraft and use to have one of those creeper jackets and a diamond sword.

“It’s not that funny.” He says with a straight face as you laugh your ass off “I-“ You say trying to catch your breath “im trynna to imagine you with the jacket on zipped up with the diamond sword IN HAND!” you say busting out in laughter. he can’t help but notice how pretty you look to him when your laughing.

architecturestudent!armin who loves seeing and making you laugh. some people may call your laugh obnoxious, loud, ugly, weird. but he found it weirdly adorable.

architecturestudent!armin who calls you almost everyday just to hear your voice. he keeps a note on his phone of all your favorite things and facts about you so he never forgets.

architecturestudent!armin has the patience of a saint. like when you and him where challenged with making and building a modern miniature house structure with 2 tiers and the blueprint just didn’t work together it kept falling and while you got frustrated armin calmed you down.

“BRUH this just isn’t working. Why is the structure not structuring!” you say slamming your hand’s against the desk “y/n its okay.” he says rubbing your leg and his hand on your back “maybe we need more stability on the pillars.” he says getting more stabilizers and the building began to stand up. “armin! you were right! “ you say hugging him. you didn’t know it but armin was feeling more accomplished and comfortable than he ever did before.

architecturestudent!armin who’s parents got him a luxury apartment to stay in invites you over to his apartment to see a project he had been assigned.

“Welcome to my place y/n!” he says while ushering you in with his hand on the small of your back before closing the door. “Min…” you say looking at his beautiful apartment. “this place is amazing” you say with your jaw dropping “it’s nothing really!” he says anxiously with his hand up and scratching his neck “my parents didn’t want me to stay in a dorm. so they got me this place.” he says walking around “you want something to drink?” he says leaning in the fridge and putting out 2 of your fav drinks. “definitely!” you say sitting at the island “so what’s with this project?” you say taking a sip “it’s nothing really i’m just making a victorian style-“ you couldn’t barely comprehend the words coming out of his mouth and you kept looking at his lips. slowly but surely armin started to notice and he felt the same whenever you answered.

architecturestudent!armin who’s so soft for you so when you start dozing off during the project he lets you stay over and sleep in his house saying “it’s to late for you to be driving.” all you can get out is a “mhm” while your heavy lidded eyes couldn’t take the weight and finally closed. what you didn’t know was armin kissed your forehead while you were sleeping wishin you good dreams.

architecturestudent!armin who wakes up earlier than you and makes you a breakfast for a queen.

“Min?” you call out into the house from the room you were in. you smell the aroma of french toast and pancakes. like a spell you let your feet take you to the smell. as you walk into the kitchen you see armin over the stove putting his all into making breakfast. “morning y/n.” he says with a smile looking over his shoulder “minn you shouldn’t have!” you say walking over and hugging him from behind hands around his waist. all he can think is anything for my angel.

architecturestudent!armin who’s been planning how to ask you to be his girlfriend for a while now. asking your favorite flowers getting you a necklace with your name and renting out a restaurant.

“Okay. Open your eyes in…

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the gasp that left your mouth was indescribable. there armin stood infront of you with the necklace on display and flowers in hand. the restaurant was empty aside from the musicians playing romantic music. “i want you to feel loved and respected always so…. will you go out with me.” he asks nervously “you made this seem like a proposal min!” you say taking the items out of his hands and setting them on a nearby table then going back to give him a bear hug. “but yes i will go out with you Armin Arlet!”

[darling-i-read-it]

Neon Eyes

Delsin Rowe x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: heavy insinuations to smut (like basically leads up to smut and then afterwards but I’m always too lazy to write it. Use your imagination lol), delsin nervous you wont accept him 

Author’s Note: the annual playthrough of second son had begun <;3 

Summary: Delsin struggles to tell you about his new powers, even though he wants nothing more than to be held by you. 

Song: Polaroid by Imagine Dragons was weirdly on repeat. 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Delsin looked at his phone. He flicked through his contacts, hovering over each one. The air was crisp in Seattle. It felt much more processed than it did back home, like it was muffled by all the smoke coming out of buildings. Granted, he couldn’t exactly complain about the smoke thing. It happened to be incredibly beneficial to him. 

He hovered over Betty’s name. He should call her back. He had been avoiding her calls, though not intentionally. She just kept calling him at inopportune times. He passed her name. Reggie was at the top of his recently called list. Delsin skipped him easily. As he kept going, he landed on a name that filled his stomach with warmth. 

You. 

He should call you. No, he shouldn’t call you. He wanted to call you. There was a difference. Delsin kicked his feet back and forth, looking down past his phone. He was sitting on a balcony, a couple floors above the ground. The world had turned into specks below him. He wanted to call you. 

He didn't want to get you in trouble. 

He wanted to hear your voice. 

“Goddamnit,” Delsin muttered and pushed your name. It highlighted and then started to ring. Immediately regretting it, Delsin hung up. He shouldn’t have done that. You had surely heard about what happened with the tribe, maybe even heard about his new condition. Maybe Reggie had called you already. Delsin made a face at the thought. He didn’t want his brother talking to you period, let alone about him. 

Delsin jumped. His phone was ringing. Your name hovered on his screen. 

“Oh fuck,” he grumbled. He held the phone with both hands so he wouldn’t drop it. He stared at it for a moment too long, listening to his ringtone. 

After a long moment, he answered the call. 

“Hello?”

“Hey D! Did you call me on purpose?” God, he was right. Your voice had already soothed him. Childhood friends, turned something else, staying something else. 

“Butt dialed, my bad!” He scratched the back of his neck. “Actually, I lied.” 

“You tend to do that.” He chuckled, looking down at his feet, dangling. 

“It’s nice to hear your voice,” he said and he meant it.

“Yours too.” Your voice had gone soft. “What are you doing? Are you around home?” He shook his head even though you couldn’t see it. 

“No. I’m in Seattle.” 

“With all that shit going on?” you asked. Even though your voice was practically disembodied, it felt like laying in soft grass in the summer or getting in bed after a long day. It made him weirdly emotional. 

“Yeah, I chose the worst time for a vacation.” 

“Is Reggie with you?”

“Why would I bring Reggie on a vacation?” 

“Is anyone with you?” “Reggie.” You laughed. It felt like a cloud. Your words started with a hum, a comforting noise. Delsin hadn’t noticed how badly this whole thing had affected him. He had been going without stopping for so long he hadn’t even thought about it. His home was effectively ruined if he didn’t finish this. His life had been turned upside down by these new powers and responsibilities. 

“Seriously though, what are you doing out there? Is this about that attack on the tribe?” 

“You could say that. So Reggie hasn’t called you?” 

“Nope. You Rowe boys are avoiding me like the plague these days.” He chuckled. 

“We’ve just been busy,” he explained. “You haven’t talked to Betty?” 

“Nope. Believe it or not, I’ve been stuck in Seattle too. I came down yesterday for a concert and got stuck with all this DUP stuff. Guess we both have bad taste in day adventures.” 

“I guess we do.” You didn’t know. You had no idea what he was. He was just Delsin to you, the same person he had always been. ”Well while you’re stuck here, you wouldn’t wanna meet up would you?” 

“Are you staying somewhere?” 

“This isn’t a booty call,” he promised, voice deadly serious.

“I know that Delsin.” Your laugh moved to a small giggle. “I just meant, where should I meet you and it came out more aggressive than I intended.” 

“Oh! Oh yeah. I didn’t mean it either.” 

“I want to see you. Where are you?” you said slowly, in case he didn’t get it. 

“I’ll come to you. I’m quick on my feet these days.” 

“Alright well I’m staying in Capitol Hill, by the market. I’lll text you the address.” 

-

You were waiting in the lobby for him. There was smoke trailing behind him as he came in through the automatic doors. He knew he had more pressing things to do. He had people to save and he had things to break.

But at the moment he couldn’t imagine being anywhere else. 

“Delsin!” you exclaimed, standing up. You stood up, putting down the book you were reading. He practically hopped over to you, always light on his feet. He threw his arms around you and engulfed you completely. “Oof. You alright?” 

“Better now.” 

“Delsin, you’re acting weird,” you noted. He pulled away, holding your arms in his hands. “Why do you have a chain around your wrist?” You watched him, eyes scanning his figure. Something was up, you just couldn’t put your finger on what. 

“I need to tell you something.” 

“You’re scaring me,” you whispered. He looked around the lobby. There were stragglers around, too many people to give you any kind of demonstration. 

“I was back home when a conduit broke into The Lodge.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “Augustine caught this guy, Hank, and he had these weird smoke powers. He tried to hurt Betty and Reggie. I grabbed him and something happened. I like, grabbed his hand and saw his whole life. And then…then I like..” He was fidgeting out of anxiety. He looked around again. He was practically oozing with stress. 

“Delsin.” 

“He gave me some of his powers.” You stared at each other, eyes locked, mere inches apart. 

“What do you mean?” Your voice had hushed. He didn’t answer right away, which made you antsy. “Delsin.” 

“C’here.” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you out the front doors. You followed him wordlessly as he took you around the back of the building where there were nothing but cars. You watched him attentively as he let go of your hand, raised his, and shot something out of the sky. 

You yelped in surprise. 

“Delsin?! What was that?!” 

“I’m...I'm a conduit,” he said, voice quiet. It still felt weird on his lips, like the words weren't exactly true.

You stared at each other, eyes wide and searching. You went very quiet for a moment. He swore he could hear his heart beating in his ears. For some reason this was scarier than feeling the powers at all. 

You had heard all the propaganda about bio terrorists. You had seen what they could do to your home and your family. You also were very aware of the man standing in front of you. This was your best friend, the man you’ve loved for years. You knew that the DUP was killing people like him. 

And Delsin looked scared. 

You took a slow step forward. 

“Woah.” 

“Right?” he hissed. “I can float and stuff. And turn into smoke or something, I don’t know how it works biologically. I just know I can do a lot of things my body couldn’t do before.” You closed the distance and grabbed his hands, putting his palms to the air. You traced the creases, shaking your head. 

“Shit Del,” you muttered. “What did Reggie say?” 

“He still thinks we’re here to find a cure. "I'm here to get Augustine’s powers and help the tribe.”

“You think it’ll work?” 

“It’s all I got right now.”

“So why did you call me?” 

Delsin's whole body had relaxed with your reaction. You didn’t see him any differently. There was no fear in your eyes. He wanted to complain about everyone else's reactions, fill you in on everything that had happened. 

“I just wanted to see you.” Your face softened. 

“Oh.” 

“Maybe I could crash at your hotel room too.” You scoffed, hitting him. “I met this other girl too though, she lives in a billboard. I could always crash with her…” 

“Alright alright. You’ve guilted me into it.” 

-

It was a one bed hotel room. Delsin didn’t mind that one bit. You offered it to him easily and after some light banter, you agreed you should just share it. 

The sun had gone down over the Seattle skyline. Delsin sat at the edge of the bed as you got dressed for bed. He had no extra clothes. He would make some joke about sleeping naked and you would likely let him strip down to his boxers. You had seen him naked before.

“Are you gonna sleep in that beanie?” 

“When have you ever seen me sleep in the beanie?” You shrugged, coming out of the bathroom door.

“Could be a new thing you’re trying.” You sat down beside him. He turned to you, both of his feet still planted on the ground. You put your legs underneath you and faced him with your entire body, taking the beanie off his head. You ran your hand through his hat hair that was smashed down. “Can I see the neon again?” He laughed. 

“I’m like your circus clown.” 

“My court jester.” 

He put up his finger, lightly tracing the air with a pink neon. He spelled out your name in the empty space. You smiled like a child, watching eagerly. You turned your head back to him, eyes narrowing gently. 

He put his hand on your thigh. The silence was familiar and comfortable. 

“Do you think your eyes go neon when you…you know,” you quipped, your smile turning sly. He rolled his eyes with his whole head, squeezing your thigh. 

“You wanna find out?” 

-

Delsin rested his head on your chest. It was the most relaxed he had been in days. Weeks. You had your arm wrapped around his shoulder, your hand playing in his hair. You were tracing circles into his scalp, pulling lightly at his roots, brushing out his knots. 

He hadn’t been this safe since he first got his powers. 

“I did think you were gonna blast a smoke hole through me,” you said, voice quiet. The air conditioning was the only actual sound in the room. The lights were off, submerging you in darkness. 

“I had it completely under control.” You tilted your head down to look at him, laughing a bit. 

“That pillow is only feathers now,” you accused. 

“The pillow isn’t you.” You shook your head a bit. He nestled into your chest, putting his arm tighter around you. 

There was a long beat of silence. Just breathing. A room empty of any expectations. 

“Thank you for not freaking out when you saw me,” he breathed. 

“Thank you for not changing who you are.” You pressed a kiss against his head and it stayed there, lingering. “You’re in the line of fire now D.” 

“I know.” 

“I don’t want you to get hurt. You or Reg.” 

“I know.” 

“Can you promise me you won’t get hurt in the name of sheer goodness?” He nodded sleepily. 

“I’ve never broken my word to you babe.” You liked it when he called you babe. It came off his lips so effortlessly. “Thanks for letting me crash here.” You scoffed. 

“You’re always welcome to whatever bed I sleep in. You knew that.”

“I did.” 

He fell asleep soon after, his breathing evening. The police were searching for him and he was with you, pretending there were no other problems in the world. He deserved that much.

[chosos-gothica]

Gimme a light?

Punk!Choso x reader (18+)

Minors (anyone under 18) and ageless blogs will be blocked. DNI.

Summary: You bartend a show night and one aloof bassist catches your eye.

Features: Oral sex (reader receives), Fem reader, vaginal penetration (reader receives), fingering, face riding, Sub!Choso if you look hard enough.

wc: ~ 2,400

A/N: I’m a bit rusty doing xreaders so I hope this is a good read lol 🖤

Songs queued

Nicotine Stain - Siouxsie and the banshees

Dumb - Nirvana

The Wolf - The Brats

Violet - Hole

The pub is suffocating on Saturday nights. Bodies uncomfortably close as most stood in drunken fervor. The sweat, the alcohol, the humidity, it was all too much. Even for an experienced bar tender such as yourself. The minute the bar area cleared out of the crowd in favor of the stage area, you decide to take a 15 minute smoke break.

You sneak off to the alley behind the establishment. Sitting on a plastic crate, You pull out a cigarette from your shorts and a lighter in kind.

Right as you lit the cheap cig, you hear the door into the bar open to your right. You expect it’s your manager coming out to scold you for breaking without notice but are surprised to see someone you’ve never met. His dark eyes glance at you while exiting the establishment, his face neutral but a hint of annoyance seeing someone else out in the alley.

He leans against the wall on the opposite side of the doorframe. He fixed his gaze forward while sipping a cocktail in a clear plastic cup.

Dressed in mostly black, his silhouette was solid besides the thick sprigs of hair tied into pig tails. A tall wall of a man, but his facial features were delicate. You couldn’t really tell if that was a birth mark or make up that cut across his face. Though the lights were dim in this area, you could tell he was weirdly pretty. Just like you can tell he was now looking straight at you.

“Problem?”

He says quietly.

“None with you.” You lift your hands

“Just never seen you before ‘s all. Small scene in this city.”

He doesn’t respond. Turning his attention back to staring at the dumpster in front of the both of you.

You glance at the red slip he held between his fingers and the cup.

“Drink voucher? You’re in one of the acts tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“New band on the flier I’m assuming?”

“Mhm”

“What instrument?”

“Bass.”

Speaking to this guy was like pulling teeth, short concise answers. It was pissing you off a little bit.

“So what are you doing out here?”

You take a long drag of your cig, watching the smoke swirl as you exhale.

He didn’t reply for a moment, long enough for you to think he wasn’t gonna answer.

“Too loud,” He grumbles before taking one last gulp of his drink. “And hot.”

You chuckle.

“Not much ventilation in there.” He once again doesn’t grace you with a reply.

He began moving towards the dumpster, tossing his cup and voucher away. He undid his updo, slowly letting his mid length hair cascade over his shoulder.

You assumed he was headed back inside once he turned, jumping when he squats directly in front of you.

“Can I bum a cig off you? I promised my brother I’d stop so I don’t have any on me.”

His voice was so smooth, sweet almost, you wouldn’t believe he was a smoker if he didn’t tell you. His long hair curtains his face. He was so close you could smell the alcohol lingering on his tongue.

He’s cute, at least in the back alley lighting. You reach into your pocket and pull out the box of cigarettes.

One last smoke remained, and if you had been a little bit pettier you would have said no.

“Take it. You said a full sentence to ask so you must really need it.”

Red blooms across his pale face at your remark. He took it slowly, slightly embarrassed by his prior attitude.

You offer your light when he sticks the cigarette between his plump lips. He leans closer as you shield the flame from the wind and burn the edge of the borrowed smoke.

Despite how intimate the lack of space between you and him is, he stays still for a moment. longer than what was necessary. His eyes scanned your face, languidly though interested. You clear your throat when you feel your personal space had been invaded for long enough.

He snaps out of his trance, whispering a curt thank you before rising to his full height.

“Names Choso.” He says looking away to his left. His face was still flushed.

“(Y/N), nice to meet you.” You stand up from the crate.

“Its probably been 15 minutes. I better get back to the bar.” You drop the cigarette filter on the ground, and step on it to make sure it was out.

You stretch your arms and head inside. “I think you’re up next, hope your band is worth listening to.”

-

30 minutes pass while you clean glasses behind the bar. Nodding along to the music and watching people shuffle and dance with the little space they have.

It’s been a while since you’ve been to a show without being at work. Reminded of your job, you busy yourself with stacking glasses and grabbing coasters off the bar while the opening band hustles off the stage. And the next one sets.

“Alright. I know what you’re all thinking ‘who are these dumbasses?’ We just moved into this shithole you call a city.”

The crowds playful jeers make your head snap up.

“But after this set you’re gonna remember The Plasma as the band who made you black out in the pit!” The lead growled into the mic. His pink hair makes him stand out, even glow, in the dark pub. Behind him is Choso, his hair pulled back up into pony tails. His bass hangs low on his body as he looked out into the crowd, with the same vacant expression.

The music started up, climbing in volume instantly.

You watch the pink headed teen thrash on stage, riling up the crowd even more than before. You laugh when someone jumps onto stage, trying to throw punches at the lead. Choso immediately steps between the two, taking off his bass and pushing the drunk heckler off the stage to be caught by the mob under them.

You take notice when he takes off his shirt, already soaking in sweat, and slinging the instrument back across his chest. The stage lights momentarily focus on his position, enhancing the glittering affect his sweat creates on his well built body. His side profile is captures by a back light, almost picture perfect the way his stray hairs cling to his forehead. You are admittedly stunned by his stage presence. You slow your cleaning to a stop, eyes following the black haired musician play so expertly. You catch his gaze for what felt like minutes. It took some time for you register that he was looking directly at you.

Boys in bands are bad luck. Though, after the way Choso looks at you, you’re willing to gamble. You weren’t as done up as some folks were in the crowd right in front of him. Even so his eyes wander, taking in your form, unknowingly darting his tongue out to wet his top lip.

“Fuck. Is he into me?” You think. It really didn’t seem like it outside, though maybe he played aloof to get your attention. You continue to entertain his gaze as he walks about stage until the end of their set. He would, of course, take his eyes off of you for a couple key moments during their performance but always return to you.

As soon as their set finished, you beckon Choso to the bar. After they drag their equipment off stage, he slips through the crowd to the barstools. Once he’s in earshot he begins to speak. “I’m so sorry for staring at you that whole time. Did I creep you out? Fuck I probably did. I’m just more comfortable playing in front of a crowd if I see someone I know-“ He stops mid-ramble when you pass him a dry towel.

“You’re sweating all over the counter, hun.”

“Ah…thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

You look past him when the next band on the list starts warming up. Then to your right to see your coworker bored and scrolling on their phone.

He gives you back the towel after wiping his face dry. You make sure to caress his hand as you take back the towel.

“Do you want to go somewhere a little more private, Choso?”

You say outright, hoping you read the man’s emotions correctly.

He pauses, looking to your chest then back up to your eyes.

“Yeah.” He says.

Your eyes dart to the other bartender once more before you tilt your head in the direction the bathrooms.

You lead the walk to the spot, Choso follows closely behind. You take out the keys to the employee bathroom, making sure not to fumble them a catch anyones attention. Quickly slipping Yourself and Choso through the door when it creeks open.

You turn around after locking the door, face to face with the dark haired man.

His hands hover above your hips.

“Shit. Can I touch…you?”

He looms over you but his eyes plead with the same urgency as a puppy wanting a treat.

“Yes babe you can touch me wherever.” You purr.

He immediately presses you into the tiled wall, gentle yet firm. Your lips lock in kind, you eagerly accept his tongue into your mouth. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you grind your hips into his, pulling a sigh out of his lungs. His fingers squeeze into the fat of your hips and one of his hands slide up under your thin tank top. You shiver when his string calloused fingers reach your breasts under your lacy bralette. He squeezes and kneads your tits, needly grinding his hips into you with more force.

Your hands reach up and snap off the hair bands keeping his black locks up. With one hand tangled in his hair, the other travels to his chest.

He breaks the sloppy kiss suddenly, looking into your dazed eyes.

“Hm?”

“I wanna eat you out, baby.” He whispers.

You bite your lip, to stop yourself from straight up begging.

“Get on your knees then Choso.”

He nods silently, lowering himself.

You wiggle your shorts past your hips, kicking them off to a corner. You then become self aware of the hair trail on your abdomen once he’s on his knees.

“I haven’t shaved….or trimmed in a while.”

He looks up into your eyes after your admittance.

“All the better,” he says tugging your under wear down to your knees. “I love a good bush.”

Your face turns hot and you give a playful smack to Chosos head. He laughs a little at your sudden shyness, taking the time to look at what was right in front of him.

Your pussy is slightly puffy, damp with arousal. Choso leans forward to kiss your engorged clit. He wastes no time to start licking and sucking on the sensitive nub. Using two fingers to separate the outer folds of your cunt from your clit, which was held snug between his two digits. You groan when he flicks it with his tongue, involuntarily bucking your hips. He very lightly squeezes your clit between his fingers before releasing it and rests his left hand on your plush thigh. You whimper at the loss of pressure before he rest his mouth on your mound once again.

He nurses on it for a bit longer and relieves the suction with a small pop.

His fingers soon wander further into your labia, prodding at you entrance once reached.

You’re wet, embarrassingly sopping wet. Choso flattens his tongue to taste even more of you, licking from where his fingers met your hole to your now extremely sensitive clit. A shiver traveled slowly up your body.

You sharply inhale as one prodding finger is pushed into you with little resistance.

“God, you’re dripping onto the floor.”

You moan as he goes knuckle deep with two thick fingers. He begins to lazily pump his fingers in and out, keeping his tongue flattened on the front of your cunt. He was really fucking good at this.

You notice the hand on your thigh had slipped away. Reaching into his briefs, he pulls out his hard cock. You couldn’t see much of it from this angle. Though in comparison to his large hand in must be thicker than average.

You couldn’t think straight anyways right now, his fingers picked up speed.

“Yes-yes, right there-uuhn!” You slurred your words, feeling that familiar building up of dopamine.

“Chosoooo- I’m about to cum ah! You’re gonna make me cum!”

You couldn’t believe you were about to climax in your jobs restroom with a strangers fingers in your pussy. You whimper when the fingers suddenly left you empty. They are soon replaced by something warm and wet. Looking down you see half his face covered by your pelvis. His eyes glazed over, the motherfucker was really enjoying this.

You grasp his sweat soaked hair, lightly tugging before you began riding his face as best as you could in this position. He moans deeply as you use his face, adding to your mounting pleasure.

“Oh fuck I’m coming- hhhaaaah!” You gushed in his mouth, your cunt squeezing his tongue out. No matter, he Laps up your warm essence dribbling out of your throbbing pussy.

Your hips jerk as you come down from your climax.

“Shit man.” You sigh.

Using his hair you pull his head out from between your trembling thighs.

Chosos lower face glisten with your liquids. He licked his lips slowly, looking at you with the same dazed expression.

“You taste fucking amazing (y/n).”

You stand from your semi squatting position and leaned on the wall. Before either of you could utter another word you hear a voice from the other side.

“Choso! You in there? C’mon bro we gotta leave.”

“Fuck.” Choso spit out.

“Gimme a second Yuji!”

He quickly rose, lifting up his briefs and baggy pants.

Slipping his hard cock back into his underwear in the mean while.

“Oh god you didn’t finish, you want me to-“

“No I’ll take care of that at home, coming isn’t really that important to me anyways.” He whispered.

“But maybe you can give me some material to make that happen later tonight?” He hands you a black and red card.

“It’s our bands merch line, it’s my personal phone number though.”

He jumps over to the sink and quickly washes his face and hands.

You pull up your own underwear while watching him. Scooping up your shorts to don as well. Choso quickly slips out of the room without another word.

While you quietly wash your own hands, you hear his smooth voice.

“Why were you in the employee bathroom?”

“Cleaner.”

“Whatever you say man.”

Their voices get quieter, drowned out by the rest of the pub and dampened by the door.

A/N: Yuji is def the lead singer, noritoshi would be guitar I think, Kechizu would be a drummer and Eso would probably do sound mixing for them or something like that :P

Minors (anyone under 18) and ageless blogs will be blocked. DNI

[dollywheeler]

October 2nd, 1996

Dear diary,

Apparently, mom has run out of things to clean and is in instead coping with her nerves by continuing to sort through the stuff in the basement. She said she'd noticed some things while we'd been clearing space that she thought Mike might want back. It's already waiting by the door, as if she wants to make sure she doesn't forget - as if she only has one chance to give it to them. I almost tripped over the box when I rushed into the house to change and shower before coming here.

I don't think I'm nervous about it anymore. Sure, I'm worried about Mike and mom interacting - I have no idea what to expect from that. The theater had already been awkward enough that was only a conversation of about five minutes. Now they'll be spending the entire evening together. Hell, do they even know how to cook? Mike's letter said he could, but I just assumed he meant being able to boil potatoes and cook sausages to an acceptable degree.

It's going to be weird seeing him host.

The first time with Nancy had been weird like that too, seeing mom be the guest for once instead of the one in charge. Except, Nancy had been happy to let mom help, recognising mom's instinct to take care of her children. I doubt Mike will let her even step foot in the kitchen. Mike has always been stubborn like that.

I think he's caught on to me and Daniel - I mean, obviously he should have seen us at the dance, but he disappeared for a huge chunk of the night so I thought he'd missed most of the slow dancing. By the time I noticed him and Will return, the night was almost over and everyone was making the most of dancing with all their friends one last time. Still, he has this knowing look on his face when he watches us now, like he's sizing Daniel up. If he dares give his opinion though I might strangle him. So far he hasn't said anything, but he's generally been really good at being professional at school.

He doesn't go out of his way to talk to me unless I approach him first - which I only did to ask more details about Friday. Maybe I'm starting to look forward to it. Just a little bit. I just want to know what their house looks like from the inside, and even though it's going to be awkward talking about what they've been up to the last eight years, I can't help but be curious what life has been like for them outside of Hawkins.

The Stevenson's hallway light just started flickering, so I had to grab a chair and screw the bulb in tighter. Luckily that seems to have done the trick.

I hate when lights do that; it always sends chills down my spine. It's funny because I know it's nothing, it's literally just a faulty bulb, and yet I'm bothered by it. Sandy would joke it's because it wreaks havoc on my sense of perfection, which honestly might be the case. Blaming that one nightmare would make more sense, except nothing about that dream had been all that frightening. I think about it often, so even if it had been scary at one point, it's just a cool curiosity to me now, a weird association my brain makes; table lamp -> weird dream I had when I should have been too young to remember.

Speaking of; I handed in my final assignment for Will's class but I don't know if Will liked it. I mean, I think it's as well as I could have made it - even though the details on the wallpaper are lacking - but he always gets this weirdly pinched expression when he looks at it. Usually I would assume it was disappointment, like he'd hoped I would have done better, but even I'm proud of my drawing so I doubt that's the case. We'll see when I get the grade back.

Anyway, I'm going to get back to practicing guitar. I got distracted playing - or at least attempting to - 4 Non Blondes before, but I should get back to Where's My Mind? so that I can at least play one full song before jumping onto other things.

Love, Holly

[defectivevillain]

save your tears

pairing: donatello x reader

reader’s pronouns: unspecified, but masc-intended

You hate your job. Working at Albearto’s is your own personal hell. Not only do you have to maintain an overly cheerful attitude at all times, but you also have to clean up after messy children and sing birthday songs nearly every hour. Furthermore, the animatronics that are supposed to sing the songs with you rarely ever work. Your boss loves to yell at you for that, which you think is a bit unfair, since you have no control over the animatronics. 

“Get through the birthday song this time,” your boss orders, crossing one leg over the other in his fancy office chair. You’re currently standing in his office, resisting the urge to cry, scream, or even run away. You grit your teeth and bite back your objections. Once you finally manage to escape the interrogation, you make your way to the stage and, subsequently, the bear animatronic. You press the button on the back of Albearto’s neck, only for it not to move. Your heart is positively racing, especially when you notice the group of children waiting expectantly. You take a deep breath and rush behind the stage, dialing a familiar number with shaking hands. 

Thankfully, Donnie answers the phone. “Dude, I really need your help,” you say, biting your lip. You pause for a moment to take in the scene before you. Donnie is standing in front of the camera, his attention on you. Mikey and Raph appear to be fighting in the background, while Leo watches on with a disgruntled expression. 

“For you, anything,” Donnie says with a worrying amount of sincerity. You feel yourself getting flustered for a moment. “As long as it does not involve bees, or spiders, or beach balls.” You chuckle, a warm feeling rising in your chest. 

“It doesn't involve any of those things,” you reassure him. The turtle sighs in relief. You take another deep breath, needing to keep yourself calm amidst the chaos. The children standing in front of the stage scream and you grimace. “Can you fix Albearto?” Donnie moves to say something but he’s interrupted. 

“You still haven’t gotten through the “Happy Birthday” song yet?” Leo’s voice reaches your ears. Raph and Mikey say something along those lines, too, and you stay silent. You can’t help but feel incredibly embarrassed at failing to do something so simple. 

“Just help me, please.” Your desperation must be evident in your voice, because Donatello’s eyes widen and his expression turns serious. He nods and says that they'll be there in a few minutes. You try to tell him that you don’t need all four of them, but Donnie ignores you and hangs up. You exhale slowly and close your eyes, hoping that they arrive quickly.

Thankfully, Donnie and his brothers arrive within five minutes. Leo, Raph, and Mikey quickly disappear—likely to look for pizza—while Donnie walks over to you. You resist the inexplicable urge to hug him in gratitude and instead try to explain the situation. Donnie nods and goes to look at Albearto. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem like anything will blow up or break apart. 

“You know you’re too good for this place,” Donatello remarks, as he's tinkering around with the animatronic’s wires. You raise an eyebrow, shocked that he’s talking to you while doing his work. The turtle has always been weirdly insistent on having silence while he works. At least, until now. “I mean, a bunch of gremlin kids…”

“I don't really have a choice,” you admit, picking at a thread on your sleeve. You look up at Donnie, only to find that he’s already staring at you. “This was the only place hiring.”

“Somehow I doubt that,” Donnie says before turning back to the animatronic in front of him. He works in silence for the next few minutes. Your eyes are drawn to him as he fixes Albearto. His fingers are nimble and quick as he rearranges wires with ease. Before you can begin to envy him, Donnie jumps up and grins. “Voila, Albearto 2.14.2!”

“Thank you so much,” you choke out, only feeling a little better. Admittedly, you still feel pretty stressed. That much must be evident, because Donnie’s eyebrows furrow and his gaze flits about your face as if searching for something. His lips part to say something before he’s swiftly interrupted by his brothers. 

“Thanks for the pizza,” Leo grins, walking up to the two of you. Raph and Mikey echo the sentiment. For a moment, the group of you stand around awkwardly. Immediately, you realize you need to get back to the birthday party. Muttering out apologies, you race back to the stage. Luckily, the boys get the hint and they turn to walk away. Leo, Mikey, and Raph all wave goodbye over their shoulders and Donnie smiles at you before following behind them. 

The party goes pretty well, somehow. You get through the entire birthday song, which is a new record for you. Unfortunately, the children are still messy as hell. When they finally leave, hours later, there is garbage everywhere. Your boss walks in at the worst time—just as you’re about to begin cleaning up—and stares in disbelief. You don't get the time to explain, as he promptly snatches the badge from your shirt and tells you to get lost. You desperately want to argue, but instead you order him to mail your paycheck and walk out. You maintain an air of tranquility, even as you hop down into the sewer and towards the turtles’ hideaway.

You walk in to find Mikey playing video games and Ralph tossing something up and down in the air. You voice greetings to the both of them before taking a few steps further into their hideout. Leo is nowhere to be found. You idly wonder where Donnie is.

“Albearto sang to the kids, right?” a familiar voice asks. You look to the side, only to find Donnie staring at you expectantly. You’re a bit surprised that he’s asking, considering he typically has absolute faith in his inventions.

“Yeah, he did,” you nod, your voice cracking towards the end of the sentence. Donnie raises an eyebrow at you, evidently sensing the discord in your voice. “Thanks, Donnie.”

“What’s wrong?” You immediately curse Donatello’s observation skills. You avert your eyes from his intense gaze and focus on the wall. It takes you a few moments to even say it. You’re brutally aware of Mikey and Raph’s attention suddenly fixed on you, too. The reality of the situation is beginning to dawn on you. You don't have a job anymore. 

“I got fired,” you manage to choke out. You shake your head in disbelief, unable to shake off the unfair dismissal. You had absolutely no control over the children and their messiness. Donnie visibly stiffens. “It didn’t really matter, in the end.”

Your eyes burn and your chest feels tight. Before you can quite process what you’re doing, you’re walking to the other room. You’re lost in your thoughts, so much so that you miss the exchange between the turtles behind you. The four brothers exchange worried glances, before Donnie nods resolutely and follows after you. Meanwhile, you move to sit on the couch in the corner of the empty room, burying your head in your knees. Embarrassment, anger, irritation, and guilt all battle for prominence in your mind. 

“Hey, hey,” Donnie says from his position in the doorway, concern leaking into his voice. He moves to sit down next to you and slings an arm around your shoulders reassuringly—a motion you would be flustered by, if you weren’t panicking. “That dump definitely isn’t worth crying over.”

“I know,” you laugh wetly. You wipe at your eyes and look up to meet your friend’s eyes. Donnie is staring at you with a worried expression. You can’t help but let out a pained laugh. “I just... wanted to repay you guys.”

“What?” Donatello looks at you in complete and utter confusion, which only makes you feel guiltier. You’re practically taking advantage of their kindness. Remorse prickling along your skin, you shake your head. 

“You guys have always been so nice to me,” you start, wiping at your eyes again. The tears won’t stop now. You take a few shuddering gasps, unexpectedly robbed of breath. Donnie’s hand slips down and spreads reassuring warmth to your back. “I just feel like a burden. I-I wanted to do something for you.”

“You don’t have to pay us back,” Donatello squints at you, as if that much were obvious. “You just being here is repayment enough. We all want you here.” The expression on his face is so honest that you audibly choke on your breath. The all encompassing pronoun doesn’t leave your mind. We. 

“Oh,” you murmur quietly. You’re a bit lost for words. The proximity between Donatello and you is suddenly rather noticeable. Donnie’s leg is touching yours and you swallow hard. 

“And you are not a burden,” Donnie states with absolute certainty, turning to put his hands on your jaw. His thumb ghosts over your bottom lip and, before you can process what’s happening, he’s surging forward and kissing you. You wrap your arms around his neck and he tugs you closer, to the point where you’re nearly sitting in his lap. Within a few seconds, a pointed cough sounds from the hallway. 

The two of you reluctantly break apart and turn around, only to find Raph, Mikey, and Leo standing in the doorway. You completely freeze and Donnie’s eyes widen. The turtles stare back at you. Evidently, it’s too late to try to play it off. 

To your surprise, Mikey starts clapping excitedly and grinning at the both of you. Raph mimes choking and gagging. Meanwhile, Leo has an infuriatingly knowing expression on his face. You roll your eyes at the three of them. Donnie goes an interesting shade of red and his hands slip from your face, as he races over to his brothers and starts to yell at them. Before long, the four brothers are in a fight of sorts. You can’t help but laugh at their antics. They all grin and throw themselves at you. All of a sudden, you’re smushed by the four exceedingly muscular turtles. Before long, a fond smile slips onto your face and you hug them back. 

endnotes: yall. Y’ALL.... I just came across tmnt rise (since my family didn’t have Netflix until abt a month ago)... safe to say I am absolutely in love with Donnie. in the 2012 series, my favorite was Leonardo but... BUT.... I have changed lanes 😭 sobs. 

and the way i only got to ep2 before immediately thinking about fic ideas.... sigh. my fourth grade self is screamingggg. 

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Tying together the big miracle energy, the weird out of character behavior, and the time jumps

Originally I was going to say that they switched places multiple times, because the clock during the kiss and the bentley at the end seem to point to that, but that does not make sense: the bentley would not have changed if they swapped early on, it would have been Crowley in the bentley when it changed who thus would not have changed it; demons don't have demon-dissolving halos to throw so they can't be swapped at that point; the bentley actually changed its interior and 2-to-4-door style as Az was driving it, and stayed that way after that scene, it did not only change in that last scene at the end.

So that's out. But they do still behave out of character, starting right after the Jim hiding miracle. What gives, if they aren't swapped?

OG Crowley is dramatic, but he's emotionally dramatic, he doesn't fling himself around the room or gratituously talk with his hands like Az does. Az is notoriously a hand talker, but he's weirdly restrained this season? Like good angels should be. Crowley walks away from Az during the first Job flashback, while Az is paging through whatever bible/diary/book he's looking at--but Crowley always waits! He doesn't here.

Again, this is not evidence they've swapped bodies. This is evidence that they're behaving out of character. Az also only ever drinks the sherry in the pub, but nothing else the entire season: not the eccles cakes, not his own appetizers at the meeting.

After the hiding miracle, Crowley says something a little odd: "That was a class A surreptitious half a miracle. No one will have noticed a thing". That's not the kind of language he uses? Az talks olde timey like that, Crowley's usually more "no one could have seen that". Perhaps they are rubbing off on each other though. Later when Az asks Maggie about the song, she starts crying, and he reacts with confusion, when just the previous day he was easily comforting her when she was in a torrent of tears. Crowley is also the jumper when startled, established in the first scene he meets Jim; Az does not jump; and yet right after hiding Jim, Jim easily startles Az simply by walking up to him. This does not make sense. What is the point????

Az also does things like throwing down books at the demons, giving books away, and being surprised that Crowley came back despite just having told Nina that Crowley loves rescuing him. You don't say that and then be surprised he came to rescue you. Az also is pretty terrible at talking to people this whole season except for the first meeting with Maggie, aka before the big miracle energy--which isn't normal, because we've seen him talk to people easily last season: talking to Anathama after they hit her with the Bentley, talking to Maggie as she said she would leave due to unpaid rent, calming people down during the demon attack on the shop, talking to people in the flashbacks even though he does screw things up--that's not being bad at talking to people, that's treating people badly because of his beliefs.

What has the huge miracle to do with all this? It's over the entire shop, it's not just summon-circle-shaped, it is rectangular shop shaped. Enhance, and you can see the circle within the purple beam.

I think someone else cast a miracle on the shop, or did one in the shop, that affects not only our heroes but also the entire present. And thus altered people's recollection of the past.

What was the miracle for? Prepping for Jesus, putting people back in line with God's wants, erasing pesky things that would make it really hard to get Az to work with heaven. I think it was Metatron. It would explain why he's so pissy with Crowley and seems unbothered by Az having worked with Crowley in the past--he's already stacked the deck and knows what's going to happen when he asks Az to come up.

It explains why the miracle was so powerful, and why Crowley and Az didn't know they did it.....because they didn't. It also explains why Metatron wouldn't let them miracle a solution for finding Gabriel, because the twat already had other plans--he couldn't have Michael running the show, so he buys time by making the angels hunt physically. It's half a day, maybe, from when Jim shows up to when they miracle-hide him. But if you have the power of altering the past and present to set up your coup, you have all the time in the world to lay your plans so long as you throw your wrench in early enough.

How does Metatron do it? If the rules of etiquette work as they traditionally have, then Metatron was invited into the shop back in s1 when Az called him. He's never had to leave, because once invited, that can't be revoked--as we saw in s2 with the demons.

This would explain why people aren't seen paying for anything in the present, but we do see people paying for stuff in the past and in s1. This is why Az doesn't eat in the present, and only has a single sherry outside the shop, why the eccles cakes seem to have disappeared. Metatron/God does not like these things: money is dirty, eating sullies the temple of your body. Etc.

And also perhaps why the shop chairs, clock and rugs are different than in s1, although I don't know if that's because the shop can change according to Az's will just like the Bentley does for Crowley. Perhaps the chair and the clock reflect Crowley's hair, hence the pointyness and redness? The new chair is patterned with roses and gold. I don't have an explanation for the portal rugs, other than maybe they're shittier because Az is growing farther from heaven.

I think the missing time we see in the present, as gets EXTRA obvious after Crowley gets back from heaven in s2e6 and we can see the clock in the shop but does show up as early as the apology dance, is because of Metatron's miracle to edit events to his liking. In the past, this results in shaky cam; in the present, it's simply missing time, because there are no memories of it when you're doing it as it happens, so there is nothing it can affect in the "future". The present shows up as deleted time; those who lost their memories, have nothing, and those who do remember what happened retain "true" reality but don't know why their buddies are acting weird.

The shaky cam is the effects of edits to those memories, thus making them unstable, hence the shaking. It's not just that one of them is nervous or upset during those times, because it shakes when we see Furfur too, before they know he's there. It is also clearly not the result of earthquake or big booms in the scene, aka Watsonian shaking, because the characters do not react to this shaking at all, like they did in s1 when Crowley stopped time and stuff shook. There's the most shaking in 1941 because the cumulative edits are adding up, making the memory unstable, OR it's because that's where the most edits are because that's a "core memory" anchoring their relationship. There's shakes in the resurrectionists too, briefly in a few spots. Before the Beginning also has shakes, the whole scene is bookended by shakes, but they appear to be caused by the nebula starting up--or are they? Or are the shakes/edits being hidden in the floaty bouncy nature of the lack of solid ground, so the person remembering the memory doesn't notice them? The Job flashback also has shakes, during Crowley tempting Az to eat, during their subsequent conversation about "going along as far as you can"--no one stumbles, unlike when they all fall through the floor to the cellar. These particular two are supposedly during a huge storm, but the ground isn't what's shaking, neither character loses their footing. It's not a....Watsonian shake.

The shakes could also be attempts and failures to edit those memories, or they could indicate a recovered memory--a shaky memory is a painful memory, and would explain why it hurts to remember things that were wiped from your mind. Naturally Metatron would want to edit the most powerful memories Crowley and Az have, one of which we know is the 1941 memory. But powerful memories are also ones you'd be motivated to hold on to the most, the hardest to erase, perhaps the easiest to regain, perhaps the easiest to notice the furniture has been moved. So it's the most gain, but also the most risk of being found out by the target.

In the present, the missing time is:

a bunch of time around the apology dance and the Jim hiding miracle;

the night of the attack on the shop--there wasn't nearly enough time for that to be a whole 12 hours, but we don't know where the missing time itself is because there aren't any markers;

between Gabriel opening the fly memories and the next time we see the shop, there's ~45 minutes passing on the shop clock that don't make sense there because only two minutes of show time happen; were they all standing around gawping at each other in silence?

and when Crowley takes Nina and Maggie out as everyone argues in the shop, when he gets back from merely stepping outside for a second, another hour and 20-40 min has passed, you see a frame of the clock at 30:27 but it's not clear where the minute hand is; this is when Maggie says she's going for milk

20min seems to pass between then and the demons leaving, which seems too much given it's two minutes of real time; this is when Maggie gets back from "going to the shop for milk"--two hours for a simple errand???; here we see a proper 9am on the clock in the shop;

the next missing time is during the kiss, where between the start and end the clock jumps 10 minutes from 925 to 935;

and finally between the time when Crowley leaves and Metatron enters, when the clock jumps from 935 to 945.

Speaking of weird stuff, if you look at the people when Crowley is doing his lightning tantrum, all of them are also looking at him, but not before Nina says "look at him". Either everyone can see him, so it's not just N&M who are weird around miracles here, or everyone can only see it because Nina said so.

Here is Crowley's watch at time marker 4854 ep6, from when he's standing outside the shop watching Az be indecisive in front of the elevator. I did some terrible editing to see the hands better, because this style of watch is a bitch to read, and it seems to say it's 925--the flippy thing on the 3 is the decoration on the face not the hand, IMO. The last time we saw on the shop clock before this shot was 935, again with the hour hand in the wrong spot. When the shop clock said 925, that just before the kiss.

This means Crowley is missing both the ten minute jump from 925 to 935 within the shop during the kiss, and the ten minute jump after the end when Metatron walks in from then to 945. That doesn't make sense because cutting time out would make time jump forward, not be behind. I think I'm reading the watch wrong but I can't see any other time that makes sense. 945 might make sense? That would line up with the correct amount of time lost in the shop too, and that would mean they did not stop time during the kiss because it matches with the shop clock.

The time missing starts way too early for that to be due only to Crowley stopping time; someone else is messing with it, because nobody reacts to the missing time. The problem with Crowley or Az changing the clocks is that....Crowley wears a traditional watch this season, he knows how analogue clocks work, he would not make the hands be wrong if he was doing it. Ditto Az, it's his clock. And if it was merely stopped and started time, the clock wouldn't have its hands in the wrong place, would it? It starts off perfectly fine at 6am. Crowley checks his watch multiple times during this season, so either he doesn't notice the hour hand is wrong or he actually doesn't know how to read a watch. The other weird time thing is that Nina's shop doe s not have any hours posted, anywhere, and yet everyone seems to know when she opens. We are dealing with someone who isn't familiar with clocks trying to move people along to a certain "time" they should be at, or flat out deleting "time"/memories. Who isn't familiar with human time, but can make it "disappear"? Metatron.

What was going on during all that weird time, especially in s2e6? Were they perhaps talking about why Beez did what she did, and what love felt like, why Armageddon couldn't happen? Metatron would be invested in having no memories of that anywhere. We've already seen heaven hates friendships and supportive relationships. Perhaps Crowley did go back to Az after the kiss and try to explain things, and that's why he wasn't visibly too upset, why he drove off so slowly, because he thought Az was coming back and was just waiting for him so they could enact their joint plan. Maybe something else happened during the kiss, maybe they solved their different exactlys problem, and Metatron can't have that. Metatron's edits deleted any or all of that, so now Crowley remembers being rejected, stiffed, and Az thinks Crowley just walked out, and never came back like he usually does.

What do we know? Regular angels can't erase memories via their usual method if the angel is on earth; it's unknown if they can erase demons, presumably since they can only erase things that are in heaven, they can't touch demons unless they're also in heaven. (This implies that all current demons had their memories wiped before the Fall.) This means that angels can hide themselves if they are on earth, a la this whole season. We also know that selective memories can be wiped, in that one person can be affected in an event but not the others there--Furfur and Crowley in battle. Furfur has reality, Crowley does not.

We see Az flat out refusing the Metatron's offer. We see him going to talk to Crowley. We see him struggling to tell Metatron no after the fight. All this meddling and Az still almost doesn't play along.

This would also mean that the book of life isn't real, it's just miracles by Metatron, and he's apparently orders of power greater than even the mightiest of archangels. That's why the book wasn't invoked during the war in heaven, because it either doesn't exist or doesn't have that kind of power, it all relies on scare tactics with the real power being a single ultrapowerful angel, who while superpowerful, is still not as omnipotent as the rumored book.

But.

Nothing in heaven can change if you've got someone going round undoing your changes right behind you, you just end up running in circles. Like Jim and Crowley undoing each other's organizing. Especially when you don't even know it's happening.

[bulle-d-bulliver]

My Dear Lover Boy

i participated in the @onepiece-blorboexchange again ! a pleasure to write for @cryptidsandcatacombs ! it was really fun to write, and i had an opportunity to write some loving for our favorite skeleton. hope you enjoy it !

Fandom : One Piece

Rating : Teens and Up, SFW

Pairing : Brook/Reader

Tags : Trans Masc Reader, Masc terms used, Short Reader, Height Difference, Fluff, Kisses, Fun Time, Brook is a skeleton, Dancing

Summary :

“Please feel free to do this again anytime, my dear Lover Boy.”

Dork.

The day was a sunny, warm but not hot one, the wind feeling nice and appreciated. And of course, on days like this, the Sunny was not quiet, full of laughter, pranks, activities, yelling, fighting and music. Sometimes separate, often all at once, much to the responsible ones’ chagrin.

Today was no different, of course, having started by a very unhappy skeleton finding a creepy doll followed by the distinctive laugh of your captain and sniper. You’d soothed the scare with a hug, picking up your very tall but very light favorite spooky boy into a princess carry. He would have been embarrassed, as usually was when you picked him up, but Brook was quick to wrap his dangly arms around you, squishing your head to his neck, his own laying on the top of it, sobbing about needing a good amount of rescuing. Dork. 

Now you were on the grass, sitting with everyone, banter and chatter in the air. Sanji had given everyone their drinks, replenished the snacks. Smiles all around, of all sizes, discussion flowing fluidly. Brook gave a laugh, jumping to stand, catching people’s attention and moving a bit away, grabbing his guitar from who-knows-where again. Your excited smile did not miss his attention, and he gave you a wink and finger guns, looking as if stars were coming from his face. Not waiting for people to grow tired, he started, easily captivating the party.

You clapped your hands, following Brook’s imposed rhythm, adding to the music, prompting Franky and Chopper to add as well. You got up, tapping your feet on time as you went to Brook, moving your hips and shoulders, still clapping. Thankful you were wearing pants that let you move around as you pleased, you added to the party, circling around Brook, your friends cheering the both of you. Since the first time you’d danced to your partner’s music, along with the others, you’d noticed he’d always get excited about it, and had decided to keep doing it. And with his tunes, it was easy to get lost into it, just having fun. 

So you clapped, moving and twirling, shoes shimmying along the floor, sliding around the skeleton, mouthing the words of the song as you went along, punctuated by the laughter of your beloved. Nami wolf cheered, wolf whistled, and grabbed the acoustic guitar she’d been strumming on a few hours earlier to join in, taking over the melody from Brook’s guitar, motioning for him to give it to Robin, have him join you. Ecstatic, he did just so, the two women playing a cheery tune, the archeologist adding a bit of a tinge to it, eyeing you with a smile full of teasing.

You laughed, Brook grabbing your hands, bending slightly to see you. You had to crane your neck, to see him, but you did gladly if it meant seeing his smile, his face weirdly expressive for a skeleton. He took the lead, twirling you around, keeping you on your feet but giving you the time of your life as you followed along. The way your lover handled tugging your hands to shape the dance was nothing but gentle, easy to get free from if you wished to stop. You snickered as you both got too excited, him fumbling with his long limbs and you stepping on his foot. Brook laughed eagerly, falling back into the rhythm, boney hands squeezing yours. You wouldn’t dare break the moment, feeling sweat down your back, but keeping up with him; although you didn’t miss how he seemed to notice your predicament, slowing down and soon enough, only really swaying your hands along the music.

After all that excitement, you needed a break, throwing your hands up to say you were done, laughing as a few cheered. Brook and you bowed, and he took the opportunity to show his angle skeleton skill, like a dork. Nami and Robin continued to play the guitars, changing to a different song, one Luffy decided to add lyrics to, prompting Usopp to follow.

As lovely as it was, and as much as it made you happy to see such a sight, you wanted to do something else, at this moment. Hand still grasping Brook’s, you tugged him to follow you while everyone was busy watching Luffy and Usopp, taking him to go on the upper deck, away behind a curved wall. The skeleton followed, keeping a laugh in, understanding you wanted some alone time - although he didn’t miss the little wave Franky gave him, making him chuckle, a hand on his hat to keep it from falling.

“Yo-ho-ho ! This was quite the impromptu dance we had there, dear Lover Boy !” He mused, rolling the R and stretching the Y, bending to your level, making quite the sight with the height difference. You seemed to have different plans, pushing him to stand back up. He did as requested, confusion somehow clear, leaning against his cane. You looked around with a hum, ultimately seemingly deciding on something. You rubbed your hands, moved a few steps to the railing, and climbed it to stand on it. Brook laughed, again, catching on to what you wanted. He took a single step, catching up the distance you had needed few for, standing in all his glory in front of you in an elegant pose. You smiled, and muttered a ‘c’mere’, grabby hands motioning for him. His skeleton smile seemed to look more genuine, full of emotions, instead of a plastic like placeholder expression.

Brook bent down a few inches, still too tall for you to reach, both hands on his cane, feeling delighted when your warm, soft - no matter what you’d say, soft to him, - hands on both his cheeks, sweet lips pressing a deep kiss to his mouth. You felt him press back to you, smile unchanging, letting deepen the angle. Both of you were happy since you’d just decided to kiss however the hell you wanted, and it worked. Brook nuzzled you, bumping his mouth on yours as if he was pressing pecks after pecks. The skeleton may not have had a fleshy mouth and respiratory system to get caught in the kiss, he felt himself choke when your hands held his face tighter, kiss rough and violently given in all the right ways. He stumbled slightly when you ended it with a loud smack, catching himself before he slipped, a little ‘fwoo !’ exhaled noise leaving his mouth.

“Please feel free to do this again anytime, my dear Lover Boy.” Brook said, ending it with a laugh. The musician took his hat in hand, raising it to you, putting it back and twirling his cane in high circles, walking back to the others whistling a happy tune, as you got off the railing and followed him with a smile.

Dork.

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[ronearoundblindly]

Autumn Is Healing (Oct 4th)

Flufftober Day Four--Supporting Silly Quirks/Hobbies

drabble for steve rogers x super soldier!reader (see previous or series)

Warnings for vague references to past Hydra abuse WC 1345 Don't need much context except that reader's chosen name at this point is Autumn Rose Barnes.

Steve took you to the Botanical Gardens multiple times because you looked at every single thing for so long. You flagged down employees to ask all sorts of questions about the plants’ native habitats (but far more specific ones than the placards beside them had) and about the soil they grew in. He encouraged your questions until some of the employees became miffed and ran out of information. That’s when he offered to look the rest up online…and…

You didn’t seem to know what that meant really.

A whole other string of dates that turned into—navigating you through the internet. Suddenly, Steve Rogers became the tech wiz of a pair, and it was oddly satisfying.

Ok, so they weren't dates, not yet, but he hoped...one day.

Your gardening time started out, supervised, for an hour daily, and then longer, and now you can go unsupervised with a tracking anklet on. Weirdly, or perhaps not, Steve fought harder for you to get space and time by yourself than you did. You’re just so used to being ordered or surrounded.

At one point, the lab panicked when chemicals went missing, several of which could be used to make explosives. The security cameras caught you taking them, and after Steve had to beg to handle it alone so you wouldn’t spook (if something was really wrong), he found you adjusting the soil levels of those nutrients so that your plants would grow better. 

No one thought about that because it was almost winter, but you, you were preparing.

Steve’s heart fluttered a little at the thought that you planned to stay there until at least the spring or summer. You’d already grown some roots.

He’s thrilled, but further essentials for your garden are never procured from the lab.

Your little plot just past the tree line is basically the guaranteed place to find you.

Today, when Steve comes to find you for lunch, he hears you singing.

“Cause I give you a—a—a—all of me, and you give me a—a—a—all of you…”

Your voice is soft and quiet. You can’t hear Steve’s approach, wearing top-of-the-line headphones Peter Parker gave you as a “you’re-awake-now” gift. (You still don’t have a real birthday, and when people randomly present you with things, you have this devastating, quirky smile that paralyzes Steve. He can’t decide whether to wrap you in a bear hug or take a picture to sketch later.)

“Cards on the table, we’re both showing hearts, risking it although it’s hard…”

Even though you bustle around in the dirt and check a trellis, you don’t notice him until a full tune later. Steve imagines maybe you’re thinking of him during those love songs but shakes off the hope as you jump a little.

“Hey,” you squeak, pulling the headphones away and staring at the ground, “you startled me.”

“Didn’t mean to, Rosie. Just wanted to see if you’d like lunch.”

“Oh.” You inventory your progress in the garden with a sweeping gaze. “Ok sure.”

When you get to the common room kitchenette, food spread out buffet-style, Steve casually says “help yourself” and waits.

You stare blankly at the countertop full of different dishes, some hot, some cold, some dessert, fresh fruit, sliced bread, and rolls, but you don’t make any move to choose.

“Take anything you want, doll. Whatever you like,” he tries again, a light hand at your back for encouragement. “It’s alright.”

Your hands are clasped together tight. After a few seconds, you turn to look up at Steve with huge eyes.

“I don’t know,” you whisper. “I don’t know what I like.”

Automatically, Steve smiles. “Sure you d—“ and then he thinks, really thinks.

In your old room, the cell down in interrogation, each meal was brought straight to you. After that, when you were still most comfortable following Bucky around, you ate what he ate, when he ate. When you started having regular meals with others, Steve only remembers a plate being brought to you, and you always, always ate everything on it. He can’t recall a single time you asked for more, nor a moment when you brought up being hungry, not even an instance of you grabbing a snack from the fridge or counter.

In fact, the only thing he’s seen you get for yourself is water, and you use the exact same nondescript cup every single time. You had it down in the cell. You take it to your room. You take it outside. You wash it yourself.

Here he was, just assuming you were a good eater who didn’t like waste.

The reality dawns on Steve: you ate whatever Hydra gave you. You were not allowed a preference. You were not given a choice.

“Can’t you just—“ you cross your arms and curl into yourself “—do it for me?”

Steve’s eyes frown while his lips gently smile.

“Why don’t we both try a tiny bit of everything and see what tastes good?”

You do not look convinced.

He goes incredibly slow. “Take a plate and follow me, yeah?”

He watches you struggle to serve yourself food for the first time in forty years. It’s not a struggle because the spoons and tongs are unwieldy—though salad is always a hassle—and it’s not because any of it is particularly unfamiliar or exotic. You glance repeatedly at his hand when it moves forward, convinced Steve will knock yours away for taking too much. He almost asks at the other end of the counter if you think that’s enough food, but that’s just it—

You wouldn’t know.

As super soldiers, neither of you has any allergies to ingredients. Your iron stomachs can handle just about anything, so this is all about taste.

It takes some coaxing, but after sampling about a quarter of the options on your plate, you finally arrive at something obvious.

That. You do not like that bit there.

A good start. Steve chuckles a little and points at something else for you to try. You obey, spitting it back out almost immediately.

“Bleh,” you garble, sticking out your tongue.

“Hey, now,” Steve starts, laughing harder, “that’s one of my favorites.”

You eat a roll to get the taste out of your mouth.

“Oh well, Bucky doesn’t like tapioca either. He’s given me guff my whole life about it, too.”

“I have dirt that tastes better than that,” you gripe, pointing your fork at the little glob accusingly, so what else does Steve do but reach over and take it all in one swipe.

He exaggerates a moan of pleasure with his mouth full.

“Ew!” You lean back in horror. “You’re disgusting.��

Steve lifts a hand to talk around his bite. “Oh come on, you know you like me,” he blurts before thinking.

He almost chokes on the food when you grin, stuttering and looking straight down at your plate, ripping bits of bread apart, nervous in a different way suddenly.

Steve feels like a ninety-pound asthmatic again. He clears his throat harshly, scrambling to find a less awkward way to do literally anything he would normally do.

“So…”

Steve Rogers, Captain of Smooth-Talking, clearly.

“Fruit is probably a safer choice for you.” He deftly slices up an apple and hands you a piece.

Your thumb brushes across the tip of his middle finger to take it.

“Yeah, probably.” And while you munch on the crisp apple, your fork toys with some ever-safe mac and cheese at the closest corner of your plate. Speaking solidly toward the table, voice quiet but very clear, you add, “you seem to know what I like.”

It’s a day of renewed discoveries because with the way his throat seizes up, he’s going to need an inhaler for the first time in eighty years.

After another beat, you look up again. “I bet I can guess your favorite flower,” you charm slyly, elbows on the table, hands under your chin.

“Not much of a challenge…” Steve mutters, because now his most beloved flower is a rose, and he’s sure it always will be. 

beautiful divider by @silkholland; challenge details @flufftober

*Features lyrics from "All of Me" by John Legend

[Day Three; Day Five]

[Chronological Next Part]

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[bluiex]

A Run Way In To Love AU

Mumbo is a famous model, he is use to the flashing lights for the cameras and the Loud shouts from the people that hold their cameras. The same blurry faces that he passes with his long strides and the constant calling of his name.  

But one day on Ariana Griande’s pink runway, a man with square glasses catches his eye. He has black hair and wears a light blue button-up and weirdly a lab coat. But his heart can’t help but stutter in its beats every time he sees this man by the runway.

Each and every time and every other week Mumbo walks down this Pink run away he sees this jet-black man with the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen. And his heart can't help but jump into his throat. He’s almost tripped on the runway once because they made eye contact.

Mumbo has even started to notice that his camera flashes the most when he passes him. But of course, Mumbo knows he is a foolish man and it could be his imagination. Whenever this handsome jet-black man yells out his name it feels like Cupid walks right through And shoots an arrow through my heart. Flushed face and all as his face starts to melt with foolish love from a man he barely knows.

After many days of bothering his boss/friend Grain, he learns of the photographer's name, Cub.

It’s not likely this random man even likes Mumbo. But What he doesn’t know, is that man named Cub is as lovesick from him too.

-AAA anon, I’ll share more later but inspired by the song ‘From The Start’ byLaufey.

Jade said something to me about needing more Cub/Mumbo and while playing Totk I came up with this. This is a slow romance AU lol.

I SO AGREE WE NEED MORE CUB/MUMBO

Im going feral over this- Photographer Cub would 100% save some of the pictures for himself i bet (notinacreepyway)

[monsata]

2- 1001

Today's album: Alanis Morrisette - Jagged Little Pill (1996)

Another album where i know all the singles by heart, but had never heard the whole album all the way through, and I'm actually kinda mad at myself for that fact, to be honest.

This album brought me right back to junior high/high school, for good and ill. A weirdly large amount off memories seen to have one of the songs on this album as a part of the background, but then again it was pretty ubiquitous (33 MILLION copies sold worldwide, the singles were fucking EVERYWHERE).

Also, i don't think I've heard Head Over Feet since the late 90s and damn if that isn't one of the prettiest "i didn't think i wanted to be in love" songs out there.

I'm pretty sure I could have gotten a solid jump start on healing from some personal trauma had i heard "Perfect" ~28 years ago (which almost had me ugly-crying at work with how close to home it hit). Also holy shit, this album is almost 30 years old. Time ever marches onward, huh.

But yeah, every song on this album kicks ass to some degree, from the anxiously triumphant Right Through You to the beaten-down and traumatized yet still hopeful Forgiven, every track shines in its own way. There's no "polished singles mixed in with dull refuse" here, everything is solid and tight.

Favorite Track: There are a serious number of contenders here, but i think it's gonna be a tie between You Learn (the lyrics are every bit as true now as they were in '95, and goddamn that bass line is so smooth yet still funky as all hell) and Hand In My Pocket (the contradictory lyrics mixed with the overall sense of "things CAN still get better, god damn it, even if we have to drag them kicking and screaming" is basically "every day existence in the 2020's").

Least Favorite Track: ...i don't really have one?

Nothing on this album stands out as noticeably worse than anything else, which is honestly amazing. Every song could have been a single just as much as any other. This is a perfect album.

But, if i have to have a least favorite, I'll just say Ironic, and that's not a fault of the song as much as it is a condemnation of the radio industry in the 90s for playing it incessantly for like 5 years straight.

[awkwardgtace]

Siren's Song Pt 2

Part two let's goooo

Part 1

Siren's Song Pt 2

Kyrie couldn’t believe he was here with her. She was so much better than he’d expected from that one song. Hearing her speak and understanding her was amazing. Byssal trying to drag him back hadn’t been part of the plan, but it might have helped. She’d been worried about him getting hurt and actually came to rescue him. Although she seemed scared of him at first.

Even when he was human he towered over her and it felt weirdly right. She was so small, but so beautiful. She was so soft to hold too, he almost never wanted to put her down. She didn’t seem to like when he held her though. It didn’t matter, as far as he was concerned he could live like this forever. It didn’t seem like Melody could though.

Kyrie noticed her looking at one of the things she didn’t want him touching a lot. She’d fidget with it and make it light up. He tried to see what was happening, but he couldn’t actually read it. If he goes back he should have Pelago teach him to read the language Melody used. That wasn’t important, he needed to pay attention. She was reading to him again, her voice was pretty when talking too.

“Ok, that’s enough for now,” she said. She stretched and he watched those small hands in wonder. She did so much with them, but they still felt soft and delicate. She let out a small groan and he smiled, everything she did was cute. “I can’t believe this is all you’ve had me doing for weeks. Doesn’t it get boring just hearing me talk for hours like this?”

He shook his head violently. He had taken to sitting on the floor in front of her while she read, it was easier than any of the things she used. One time he tried to sit on one and she paled as it made a weird noise. He wasn’t going to try again. She laughed, it was so beautiful to hear that laugh.

“Weirdo.” Melody jumped out of the chair, he loved it when she stood near him while he sat on the ground. He could see those brown eyes so clearly, it was like they were the same size for a few blissful seconds. “I’m going to start dinner, you can stay out here. You’re so big and I’m not in the mood to climb over you tonight.”

He smiled as she walked away. It felt like this had been a lifetime. If he could, he'd freeze time for these days to continue forever. A new sound roared through the house followed by a crash from where Melody went. He heard her scrambling and started to rise as worry consumed him. He froze when the sound stopped and he heard a muffled word he didn’t quite understand come from Melody.

“I’m ok, really I am. The storm knocked out the service here, but the generator kicked in so I’ve had power,” she was speaking quickly. He decided to creep closer while she spoke, hoping to understand more of why she was saying this. It was quieter than how she spoke to him. 

“I’m so glad to hear your voice, mom. How’s everyone else?”

He heard the sound of Melody cooking, but something kept him anxious. He didn’t want this to end, not yet.

“What do you mean you haven’t heard from him? He didn’t come here on our birthday. He was supposed to call you guys…” A pause that filled the air with fear. “No, no he didn’t come here. I… I need to call him!”

He heard a crash, but there was no scrambling this time. Things were quiet for a time, he almost entered the room. She usually made him stay out because of his size, but this was something he didn’t want her to know he could hear. It was as if their little world would shatter for good if he stepped into the room. As much as he wanted to help her, he couldn’t handle the idea of her fearing him again.

“Cap!” she shouted. He heard a gasp followed by silence before she sighed. “Cap, what’s going on? You told me about your leg weeks ago. No one’s heard from you they all thou-”

Her voice had gotten quieter, but he could hear the desperation still. His skin crawled when he heard a cruel laugh before the sound of something light hit the floor. He straightened as much as he could waiting for something more. It wasn’t Melody who laughed, but there was no one else here.

“No…” Her voice was so quiet, he almost missed it. “No! Why the fuck is it you?! Where is he, what did you do to Caprice!?”

There was silence and he couldn't handle it. He started to take a step, but there was a new voice.

“Good girl Melody, I know you wouldn’t want to risk anyone else hearing this recording I still have of that night.”

Kyrie wished he could growl. Everything in that voice was awful.

“I’m alone, I’ve been alone since you went fucking crazy. You’re on speaker now tell me where Caprice is!”

“Oh Melody, I thought you would have checked in sooner. You dear brother, the only person who supported you and you just left him alone for over a month. What a cruel sister. Well, I’ll ease that guilt for you.”

“I’ll kill myself if you hurt him.” Kyrie knew if he could chirp like this they’d be echoing through the small building.

“I wouldn’t kill my only leverage. I just made sure to give him a reminder of that night all his own, but I might have gotten the leg wrong.”

“Bastard.”

“Now, now. Tell your fool of a brother to bring me to you or I’ll make him my prize instead. I’m sure I could get him to look like you again.”

“Don’t fucking touch him.”

“Mel stop it’s-”

There was the sound of something Kyrie didn’t recognize but a scream that sounded close to Melody’s came out. If she hadn’t screamed stop at the same time he would have rushed in. He could hear the sounds of panting, but he didn’t understand anything.

“I’ll make it worse if you try to interfere again. Now Melody, you make the shit I have here tell me how to reach you and you’ll  both survive this.”

“Caprice, tell him how to get here and the code to get in…. I’ll be waiting on the beach.”

“Mel… Just for once I’ll listen.”

That laughter he first heard sounded again, but was cut off. He took quick steps back to where she’d left him. He sat down, staring out of the glass that had kept him from her before. There was a lot of noise and he was itching to check on her. Something felt like it would be better if she thought he didn’t know. He could just barely hear muffled words from the other room.

“Hey,” she called out to him. He turned to face her, the look she wore filled him with dread. It was the same one she held when she spoke to the normal him. When she was prepared to die. “Looks like cell service is back, I have to take care of something. Don’t leave the house until tomorrow. You can get help to get home tomorrow morning. Just please stay in here.”

He didn’t want to listen, but her desperation forced him to. He nodded getting a feeling of guilt knowing it was a lie. She smiled at him, the smile he wished could be sent to his usual form. He wanted to protect her from whatever made her so upset, but that didn’t seem to be possible. She left the house and he waited. He could stay like she asked, but he was never good at listening.

A few more minutes passed before he stood and made his way outside. Usually he stretched out to his full height, the hunch inside was a bit taxing. He didn’t this time, instead making his way to the edge of the cliff that sat above the beach. She stood there at the edge of the water. It looked like she wanted to just walk into it. He heard something beep from the house behind him, but he needed to watch her.

“Hey!” she shouted. “You better be out there. You wanted to hear me sing so bad, well I will soon. Just please, when you come to do whatever you plan, leave the one who looks like me alone. He’s normal, he doesn't have this damned curse.”

He wanted to go to her. Promise it was fine and she was safe with him. Even when he grew again she’d always be safe with him. She would be so small to him eventually. That didn’t matter, he started to stand. She needed him right now. The roar of something he only heard faintly when watching humans late at night came from nearby. Melody stepped away from the water, leaving him more confused than before.

The strange machine that carried humans went close to her. He worried it wouldn’t stop, but there was a good distance left, enough he could fit his full sized hand down. From it climbed a human he could only describe as awful. They looked crazed, a look of greed on their face and  blood on their clothes. He reached into the machine and pulled out a human who looked like a masculine and thinner Melody. That had to be the one who looks like her that she mentioned.

“Ahh Melody, how long has it been now?”  the greedy human said. Kyrie would have been growling if it was possible as a human.

“Cut the crap, what do you want?” Melody asked. She sounded cruel.

“Now now, is that how you talk to the man who was going to help you live your dreams?”

“Mel, go-” the look alike human said. The greedy one slapped them with something and hurt them badly. Even as a human he could smell the fresh blood.

“Quiet trash. Now why don’t we hear a song for old time’s sake. Just a short one though, try anything and,” the rude human held the objet to the lookalike’s head, “your poor little brother gets a bullet in the head.”

“I’m the older one dumbass.” 

Another smack before Melody started singing. Her voice was more beautiful while she sang than when she read. Just a note filled him with a longing he barely understood. It went away as he watched her. An all consuming need to be close to her started to overcome him. It was stronger than the first time, maybe because he was human right now. It took all his strength to stay crouched where he was. It was over almost too quickly, the somber tune leaving an empty pain in his chest.

“I’ve missed that. I’ll keep you locked up and singing until I make back all the money I spent on you.”

“You didn’t spend anything on me! I was paying you to be my agent. Then you went fucking crazy after that night. My family actually thought they could trust you.”

That laughter from the phone rang out echoing around them.

“Oh, you think those people were willing to listen to someone like you. Unwilling to do anything to fucking be more appealing. If you only listened to me about your weight, maybe we wouldn’t be here.”

“But you… I…” Kyrie started to stand. He couldn’t let her get hurt.

“Can you just fuck off, what are you hoping to get from this?” The greedy one kicked the leg of the lookalike after they spoke.

“I told you I’m talking to your big sister.”

“And I told you I was born first asshole.” The greedy one stomped on the lookalike’s leg. Melody screamed with them.

“Quiet before I break your other leg again. I’m talking with your big sister. So big you had to change everything about you just to be seen. If she wasn’t such a whale maybe you could have stay-”

“Shut up.” Melody sounded so quiet. “I get what you mean, haha I’m the big sister because of my weight. Just tell me what you want so we can fucking move on. Better yet, let him go and I’ll go with you. I won't fight you'll have me forever.”

“Do you think I’m stupid Melody?” The greedy one took a step forward, Kyrie took a step. “I worked with you for ten fucking years. I poured thousands of dollars into your fucking career. You can sing enough to make people go wild and you wanted to give it all up. I knew your little plan, it was why I broke your bitch of a brother’s leg. I had to make sure you knew that I’d hurt him if you tried to leave before I got my money back from your voice.”

Kyrie stood up straight, but that proved to be a mistake. The lookalike saw him and the greedy human followed the look. The greedy one pointed the thing they’d been holding at him. A loud sound happened and he covered his ears. His shoulder started to burn. He looked down at Melody and saw a look of horror as he stumbled back. He lost his footing and fell off the high cliff slamming into the water.

The burning in his shoulder grew worse as salt water mixed into the wound. He hadn’t gotten a breath and water started to fill his lungs. Instead of drowning it felt like the water forced his body to expand. The too small shirt fell away as nothing but bits of cloth as he grew to his full size. As soon as his tail formed he was swimming moving close to the land where the humans had been facing his Melody.

He was still growing by the time he reached the beach and he didn’t care. Slowly he rose out of the water to tower higher and higher above the three. He glared down, ignoring the fear in Melody’s eyes. She would know he was only there to protect her soon. He couldn’t move anymore as he grew, the water moving to splash onto the beach as he took up more space. It felt too long before he was to his normal height again.

“Wh-wh-what the?” the greedy one shouted. He glared at them. They were insulting Melody and hurting someone important. She even sang because of this human and she was so scared of it. Even if he could have spoken he wouldn’t have asked her after what she’d said in fear to him. 

He let out a deep growl, the one he desperately wanted while the human spoke. Words were said again, but he couldn’t understand anymore and he didn’t care. He lifted one arm, careful to keep the water from hitting Melody. Slowly he reached forward to grab the greedy human. They waved that thing around again and started to make that noise from before. It didn’t do anything anymore, however it worked. His skin was too tough now. The greedy human looked scared and backed away from the lookalike.

The greedy human ran back to the thing they arrived in. He could hear the voices of Melody and the lookalike, but nothing made sense. The greedy one dove into the contraption and the sound started. He wasn’t letting them get away, he grabbed the thing digging his claws into the side. The greedy one screamed and he smiled. 

He wasn’t in the habit of eating humans or merfolk, but he’d make an exception this time. This human was cruel to his destined and would pay for that. They did something painful to her. He grinned to show off his sharp teeth as he brought the strange contraption close. He’d need to be careful, he chewed on something like this once a long time ago and it hurt. Slowly he opened his mouth making sure the human could see the punishment they’d receive.

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“No!” Melody screamed. This was awful, all of this was her fault. The car made an awful groan as the merfolk crushed it. She couldn’t think straight, his eyes and hair hadn’t gone back to normal until he was done growing. The weird shorts were just his scales. The stranger she took in was the same monster who tortured her. “Stop!”

She knew it was pointless. He was mad that someone came to ruin his fun. The car groaned again and she turned away, bracing herself for the sickening crunch. She heard one of those chirps from when he’d been watching her. A claw gently nudged her and she gasped, stumbling away and looking up at him. His head was tilted and the car had been left whole in one of his hands. He pointed at the car, then to his mouth, and then shook his head.

He left with chirps echoing behind him, her fear only growing. The second that massive form was gone she ran to  Caprice. His head was bleeding. She slipped off the sweater she’d been wearing and pressed it to his head.

“C’mon Cap, we gotta get out of here,” she said. She tried to pull him to his feet, but he pushed her away.

“Mel, I’m not gonna walk out of this. Just go, get some help. I’ll be fine ok?” he said. She shook her head and started to try to drag him up the steep hill to her home. At least they could pretend to be safe there.

“Oh, he wasn’t kidding you two do seem like two halves of a clam shell,” a feminine voice sounded. Melody whipped around ready to scream as a merfolk as big as the other’s human form appeared. Her blonde hair hung in front of her covering her torso. She was riddled with pale scars that stood out on her dark skin. Melody stepped in front of Caprice to block him from the new merfolk. They reached a hand towards them.

“St-stop don’t touch us. I-I’ll sing. It’ll bring the bigger one back and he’ll attack you.”

“It’s ok little siren. I’m Pelago, he asked me to come check on you. He said your lookalike was hurt. Do all human pups look so similar?” They tilted their head but actually pulled their arm back.

“We’re twins. Look you and your weirdo fish people friends can have me just pretend Melody got away.” Caprice pulled her back and she slipped on the sand landing next to him.

“No one wants to hurt either of you, why don’t you tell me your names? Like I said I’m Pelago, and a skilled magic user too. If you’d come closer I should be able to-”

A loud chirp cut Pelago off. From behind her came the huge merfolk from the night the one came in human form. Melody screamed, grabbing Caprice. Another chirp sounded as they stared at her, the gaze was menacing. Pelago chirped in response, it was almost funny how dainty it sounded in comparison. The green haired merfolk reached towards them making Melody’s eyes go wide. She did the only thing she could think of, sing.

She pulled Caprice into a tight hug as she started. He hugged her back managing to almost block her from the sight of the larger merfolk. They grimaced as she sang and her fear grew as clawed hands came close. The claws and teeth on this one somehow seemed dull compared to the one she’d let in her home. The green haired merfolk pulled their hand back, moving to grab Pelago instead.

She stopped singing fear for the one who seemed kind. She knew the stories said her voice could drive merfolk mad, she didn’t want Pelago killed. Instead the green haired merfolk pulled Pelago close and held them tight. It was like watching a child hug an oversized doll. The green haired one started to chirp and Pelago seemed to match. They both sounded happy. She shared a confused look with Caprice, at least they weren’t alone dealing with this. She froze when the chirps stopped and the inhuman green eyes locked onto her and Caprice again.

“Melody, just go. I’ll be fine, I promise,” Caprice whispered to her. She squeezed him tighter before standing. They had a rule, full name and no arguments. She took off before the merfolk had a chance to act.

 She didn’t get far. A pale hand bigger than her landed in her path. She barely avoided slamming into it. She tried to stumble back, but the hand moved forward with fingers blocking her path. She didn’t have any choice other than going back to Caprice. She took unsteady steps back until she tripped. Melody landed on her back, forced to stare up at the intense glare of the green haired merfolk.

“Byss, you’re scaring her,” Pelago said. She just wanted Caprice to get home, she could die if he got away. The other one made what sounded like annoyed chirps. “Byssal, words or I’ll be mad.”

“Fine. Did you want her getting away?” the voice was deep and cold. She didn’t want to hear this merfolk talk ever again. The pale hand came into her view again and a strangled scream left her.

“Byssal!” Chirps sounded instead of words, the hand left her view. She couldn’t bring herself to move.

“Will you two just fucking leave!?” Caprice shouted. “Mel didn’t ask for this fucking siren thing leave her alone.”

“No.” The cold voice answered. She shivered, staying near the ocean was such a stupid idea. This shouldn’t have been the safest place. A sob escaped her and she rushed to cover her mouth. A chirp that reminded her of a person cooing at wounded animals sounded.

“Oh, little siren don’t cry. We aren’t going to hurt either of you. I want to help the one you look like, I can use magic to heal them.”

“Why should we believe you?” Caprice was still talking, she couldn’t find her voice. Her eyes went wide as the pale arm moved across the sky again. “Don’t touch me you creep!”

“No!” she screamed. “Please, I'll do whatever you want. Leave him alone please!”

Melody climbed to her feet, watching helplessly as Caprice was held in a loose fist. There were more chirps, but those meant nothing to her. They were taking her brother, he was going to suffer because of her again. She felt an icy grip on her heart, she could make them stop. She tried to get a breath, if she sings they’d go for her instead. Their focus would change and hopefully he wouldn’t just be dropped. She jumped when large hands grabbed her.

“Hey, it’s ok. Kyrie asked us to come help, he’s putting the human who hurt your look alike somewhere far away. They won’t get back here easily,” Pelago tried to comfort her. Melody glared at the merfolk.

“Is that far away his fucking stomach? Did he just decide not to show us he could bite into a car?!” Melody squirmed in the large hands, but they didn’t loosen. “Besides, will you quit calling him my lookalike? He's my brother and not just someone who looks like me!”

“Wait… that means…. Family, right?” She nodded, it didn't matter if they only just understood. “Oh.. oh! Byss don’t put him in the water!”

It was too late, the larger merfolk had put Caprice partly in the water and started to mouth something. Caprice started to glow and for a minute she swore that he was healing. Then it changed and he started to scream like she’d never heard before. She tried to fight out of the hands, but Pelago held her in a hug and pressed her head into their shoulder. She struggled, but was no match for the stronger being.

“Please don’t kill him, I’m sorry I ever sang. I’ll make sure I don’t again please.”

“Little siren, it's ok, he’s not dying. It’ll be over soon just wait for a bit. I know it must be hard to trust us, but we aren’t going to harm either of you. Kyrie is taking the human who was cruel to you both to a place near other humans. I used some magic, he’ll be going to the peace keepers I’ve seen humans rely on and tell them what happened without mentioning us.” 

The screaming from Caprice died down as she managed to tilt her head up to look at Pelago. This close, she looked human. Pelago smiled at her, there were normal human teeth. She didn’t have the sharp ones like the other two. If she wasn’t so close she’d think this was just a human with some weird fashion. Pelago moved Melody to look at the water, she didn’t want to see what they’d done to Caprice. She almost shut her eyes, but a bright white caught her attention.

“..Cap…” she breathed. Melody chanced a look at the green haired merfolk, their face looked concerned. Shouldn’t they be glad they did this to him?

“What the hell did you do to me!?” Caprice shouted. Melody managed to get out of Pelago’s grip and stumbled down to her brother. He had a stark white tail where his legs used to be and what looked like white fins where his ears should be. His hair had gotten longer and he just seemed bigger. She froze, unable to move once his eyes locked on her.

“Turn him back.” She glared up at the huge merfolk who had done this. “Turn him back. Whatever you were doing, do it to me! Let him go!”

“Byssal, why don’t you-” Pelago was cut off by a loud noise coming from the one she called Byssal. 

Melody couldn’t see a person past the sharp teeth or the size of the one staring at her. A hand came close quickly and she let out a strangled scream. Fingers pinched her sides before she was lifted off the ground. She started to squirm only stopping when she looked down and saw how high up she was. She dug her nails into the thick skin in front of her. She wasn’t sure they even felt her small hands. She was brought up to the eyes that were just too green to feel normal.

The mouth in front of her opened, but a louder louder noise came from a bit behind the one holding her. Even the one in front of her looked shocked as a shadow covered everyone else. Another low sound that had to be a growl came before the green haired one turned and was face to chest with the one who crushed a car. The blue eyes looked terrifying as he glared down at her. The one holding her made another sound, but the blue eyed one made a louder sound.

A hand she’d seen knocking on her home and crushing a car came close. Another growl before she was moving through the air. Melody yelped as a growl sounded and the fingers on her sides let her go. She squeezed her eyes shut, at best she expected the cold water slamming into her. Instead she landed on something soft and warm, but wet. She looked up terrified to see the biggest one’s face above her.

She was pressed back into the skin as he brought her closer. The force alone would have her panicking if the huge face wasn’t coming closer. She squeezed her eyes shut once the teeth were in her sight. She waited for the worst to happen, but something pressed into her. It was followed by soft chirps like he’d made when she was hidden in her house. Slowly she peeked her eyes open to see a nose pressed into her. The soft chirps continued and she managed to look around the nose to see the blue eyes, full of concern.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she asked. He made confused chirps back at her. He seemed to understand her before, did he just want to toy with her? He could just find her a fun toy. She opened her mouth to speak again, but a louder chirp came from him making her flinch instead.

“Kyrie, she has no idea what you’re doing,” the green haired one spoke up. That meant this one was really named Kyrie. It felt like a weird name for merfolk.

“Will you monsters put my sister down!” Caprice’s voice sounded off a bit.

“You need to learn control young one. That anger could hurt the same person you’re so worried about.” The way the green haired one talked felt like their dad lecturing them when they were kids. She sort of hated it. These monsters were the ones who interfered, who did that to him, they don’t get to treat them like children. She tensed, preparing to yell at him, but a loud angry sounding chirp from Kyrie stopped her.

“Byssal, he’s right. Neither of these poor pups know what’s going on. Kyrie put her down and Byssal help the boy out of the water. Hopefully drying out will let him go back to human form,” Pelago demanded. Despite her size she held sway over the larger two, much to Melody’s relief.

Kyrie made another sad chirp before nuzzling her again. She felt tears starting. This wasn’t what she wanted, she doesn’t want to be some toy for a giant merman. He did pull his hands away, moving too quickly and making her yelp. He just chirped a bit before letting her off on the beach. She was going to scramble back, but the other one, Byssal, rudely dropped an angry Caprice next to her.

Melody couldn’t believe this was her brother. He was at least as big as Pelago. He even had claws, but his hair and eyes were the same. The things she knew stayed the same, so she latched on to him once he was on his back. Neither knew what to expect after all of this. Byssal seemed angry to be near them, she could swear Kyrie was just barely holding himself back from picking her back up, and Pelago was silent behind them.

“Ok, why don’t we actually talk now that everyone’s here,” Pelago said. Her voice was almost too chipper. Melody turned to glare at her.

“Talk about what? How the biggest one of you was ready to eat someone and crushed a fucking car? How you wouldn’t let me leave? How you turned my brother into one of you!? How-”

“Quiet!” Byssal growled. She glared at the huge creature. Kyrie let out a growl and Byssal sighed. He chirped something before Kyrie let out a sad chirp. Melody tightened her grip on Caprice when his eyes found her, but Kyrie turned to Byssal and growled again. “Fine!”

Byssal moved quickly, sending the water up the beach close to them. It splashed against Melody’s legs as he pulled himself up further on the beach. She almost screamed as the hand that had picked her up landed close enough she could touch it. Caprice pulled her closer as they got a good look of the scales on Byssal. A bright green that would look like sea plants in the water. Byssal stopped only once he was almost completely out of the water. He took up most of the small beach, leaving no room for them to escape if Caprice went back to normal.

There wasn’t any time to relax before Kyrie started to move. The water was more violent as he moved, splashing up against Melody and soaking her clothes. She forced herself to watch him as he folded his arms over the beach. He was leaning on Byssal’s tail a bit too. He placed his head on his arms and offered a small smile. It forced how real this was into her mind. Over the time he’d been closer to human size around her he’d made that same motion and same smile so many times. She just wanted this nightmare over.

“Ok, so first why not get names this time? I’m Pelago, the green gilled sour puss is Byssal, and you should know Kyrie fairly well by now right?” she asked. Melody offered a stiff nod which got a weird noise from Caprice. She gasped before letting out a small laugh.

“You just chirped,” she whispered. He made an offended huff.

“I did not, but how the hell do you know the biggest one of these here?”

“...I thought he was human… or well at least not one of them…” Pelago made a small chirp to take back their attention. Melody stared for a moment, understanding almost painfully.

“I’m Melody, this is my brother Caprice.”

“It’s so nice to meet you. I thought sirens had died so long ago, I can’t believe you still exist. Not only that but even helped two find their destined so quickly. You’re quite a powerful siren.”

“What do you mean destined? My voice just drives people mad…”

“Oh no… little guppy, you were never taught the truth…” Pelago looked so sad, it almost felt genuine. “I have a story for you both then. It will tell you more that must have been lost over time.”

Pelago didn’t give them a choice. She started her story immediately after. Talking about magic, Oceanids, and sirens. Melody kept looking at Caprice’s tail, it had the scales of Oceanids. It didn’t sound real. She knew the truth, sirens were sent to land as punishment. They’d been too reckless and caused many to lose their lives. It’s why humans had hunted merfolk and sirens were hunted by merfolk in turn. Pelago’s story had more details, sounded more real. It also sounded too good to be true.

“Why should I believe you?” Melody asked once Pelago was done. Byssal let out a growl, but Kyrie growled back again. This time she was mad. She turned to face the largest mer. “I can fight my own battles! Stop getting involved each time. If he wants to fucking growl at me let him!”

Kyrie just made sad chirps at her. He acted like he understood while they were in the house together. This was just annoying. She sighed as she turned back to Pelago, but had to look back once Byssal’s expression registered. He was smiling, if she didn’t know better she’d think he looked proud. Byssal looked away from her and focused on Kyrie before chirping a bit. Kyrie made more sad chirps but didn’t growl. That had to be good.

“I told him what you said. About letting you fight your own battles,” Byssal said. She jumped, he didn’t sound as annoyed as the other times he spoke.

“Melody, I have no reason to lie to you about the past. This all started because Kyrie heard you singing and felt you were his destined. He wanted to speak with you, but we never taught him any human languages. If we did he could have at least spoken while human.”

“Why not teach him when you two know it?”

“You think it’s safe for someone his size to be interested in humans?” Byssal asked. “It was safer if he couldn’t talk to any of you, he wouldn’t get close. He’s not even done growing yet.”

“He can get bigger?!” Her head was filled with the movies of the giant monsters coming from the deep. Krakens that destroyed boats and ended lives. She looked at Kyrie, a part of her couldn’t see him being that kind of monster, but he was going to eat someone. He could be something like that if he wanted.

“Mel, I believe them,” Caprice pulled her from her thoughts. She just stared at him waiting for any reason that was smart. “They don’t need to lie to us, it’s not like we can get away. Besides, mom and dad did say I was ‘allergic’ to salt water. They might have known this could happen.”

“It was a pretty common thing in the past if a siren or oceanid had two pups at the same time, usually they were one of each. Sirens and Oceanids had a lot of intermingled families in the past; it was fairly common for each to carry the blood of the other.” Melody gripped Caprice’s clawed hand, he still hadn’t gone back to normal.

“So what do you want from us? It can’t be you just wanted to tell us all this.” She didn’t say it, but looked back at Kyrie. They kept talking about destined, it was just a weird term for soul mates. She had a lot of trouble believing she was a perfect match for a creature so much larger than her. At the same time, she’d enjoyed the time they spent living in her house, even though it was short.

“Personally I’d hope you would give Kyrie a chance, just get to know him?” Melody grimaced, she couldn’t exactly do that.

“How do I get to know him when he can’t even speak English?”

“I have an idea for that.” Byssal had a grin that made her shiver. Caprice grabbed her hand, in reality Kyrie saved their lives. This was the least she could do. Admittedly, she felt braver as Caprice’s hand in her own returned to the human one she’d known her whole life.

“Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

After a few weeks their deal finally started. Caprice had moved in with her to be closer to the only ones who knew about his tail. It helped that he claimed he was worried something would happen again, it was easier for the others to stay out of sight for some reason. Thinking it over now, it could be the oceanid and siren thing. She sighed, shoving another book in her bag.

“You good Mel? We could push it off another week,” Caprice offered. She smiled at him.

“No, it’s better to start sooner than later. If I put it off too long I’ll lose my nerve,” she said.

He gave her a hug and waited for her to finish gathering her things. She grabbed the way too expensive waterproof battery powered projector and started out of her room. Caprice took the projector from her, he wanted to help how he could. They walked in silence, mixtures of dread and nerves eating away at them. This could go horribly wrong so quickly. They both just had to be confident and trust the creatures they were told were dangerous.

“Have you thought about how much bigger he might get?” Caprice asked. She made a face pulling open a door and refusing to answer. “I’m just saying, you have no idea. He could have gotten bigger already, maybe you’ll be like a speck to him after.”

“Why are you bringing this up now?” she whined.

“Maybe to make you change your mind?”

“After all the money I spent, I’m doing this for at least a week.” She walked out to the table and patted the spot she wanted to place the projector. Caprice placed it down and she hooked up her laptop getting it to display some weird shows she thought would be helpful.

“I don’t mean about that. You didn’t seem reluctant to spend more time with him.”

“I think you’re crazy, I was glad you could learn about your weird abilities no one knew existed.” 

Caprice laughed and Melody kept her face buried in her laptop. She was curious, more curious than she wants to admit. It helped when her mom called a few hours later talking about how her old manager was finally caught and he admitted to so many awful things. It was worse than he’d started to let on, he made a lot of promises using her that she would have been forced to follow through on. The thought made her shiver, which was luckily covered by the shadow coming over the two.

“Guess it’s time, if you can’t handle it we can bail on this.”

“I’ll be fine Cap, go.”

Caprice walked off down the beach and she turned to face the sharp toothed smile of Kyrie. He didn’t seem bigger which was certainly a relief. He rested his head on folded arms and made soft chirps at her. She walked up to him and sat down a bit closer, her laptop set to the side. Thankfully it was a wireless connection on the projector. 

“Ok, let’s start with our names.” 

She started a mediocre at best lesson on saying each other’s names. The deal seemed a lot more in their favor of teaching Caprice magic. At least teaching someone a language shouldn’t be too hard. People use apps for it all the time so she should be fine. 

As the day wore on the task felt impossible. Nothing was getting through, so she tried the basics. He seemed to grasp the idea of how to form the sounds, but not to say them. She was starting to feel defeated as the time was coming he’d be leaving. It wouldn’t really help if she couldn’t teach him even a single sound. She gave up and just let some songs to help him learn words play.

She leaned back against his arm as they watched the video. She sang along at times, less scared knowing it just made him want to be near her. She might need to take a class on teaching English. Although it’s not exactly like teaching it as a second language, he doesn’t even know how to form sounds properly.

“Me,” she jumped as a deep voice rumbled through her. She turned in shock as Kyrie was making strange faces trying to make the sounds. She finally noticed the song that was playing, it changed from simple things to talking about music. She’d let it autoplay and it must have grabbed her normal choices.

“Sorry, I’ll switch it back,” she said. She move to change the video, but Kyrie used a finger to stop her.

“N..o..” The voice was loud, but not enough to hurt. He must have an idea from the chirps. He stared at the wall the video played on, determination on his face.

“Mel..O..Dy…?” She gasped and nodded at the confused eyes. She nodded again and he smiled with all his teeth on display. “Melody!”

“Kyrie.” She pressed a hand on his arm. He put a finger to her chest.

“Melody!”

This might work out after all.