#and left a good 80% for the bees still

[thefreakandthehair]

grow where you're planted

written for ‘stuff’ | wc: 483 | rated: teen & up | tags: modern AU, no upside down, landscaper steve harrington, homeowner eddie munson, eddie munson & gareth friendship, confident!steve harrington, flirting, different first meeting @steddiemicrofic

“What is all that stuff?” Eddie mutters under his breath.

He’s alone in his shiny new shotgun house with no one around to hear his question but he asks it anyway because seriously— what is all that stuff? How much mulch does one Indianapolis front yard need?

A lot, apparently.

He keeps watching through the glass window in the front door as they slice open bags and pull plants gently from their pots. One of the landscapers, a lean guy who’s worked up a sweat with toned shoulders and moles that cascade from the side of his neck, runs his fingers through his hair. Dirt sticks to his temple as he bends down to plant something with yellow flowers beside the mailbox and Eddie wants to lick him clean.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers to himself, yanking his phone from his back pocket.

Eddie: landscaper is too hot help Gareth: you brought this on yourself Eddie: there’s a guy in the shortest basketball shorts i’ve ever seen. like, 80s pin-up short. i’m in over my head Gareth: then go talk to him? Eddie: good idea, lets get all the bad ideas out now Gareth: i’m serious! Eddie: i pre-paid online for a reason, i can’t even look him in the fucking eye

Eddie looks up from his phone, intent to watch Shorts Guy from a distance only to find himself face to face with Shorts Guy through the offending glass window.

“Fuck!” He blurts, dropping his phone in the process. Please don’t be broken, he thinks as he tries to discreetly slide it aside with his foot and opens the door.

“Hey! Sorry to scare you. We’re all set,” Shorts Guy says with a smirk as he glances up and down from Eddie’s phone to his warm, flushed cheeks.

“Cool! Awesome!” His voice is about an octave too high– he clears his throat. “Looks great!”

“Thanks! If you’re satisfied with the work, leave us a good review. Goes a long way. And uh…” Shorts Guy does that thing with his hair again and Eddie might actually be sweating more than him now. “Maybe you can give me a call if you’re extra satisfied? And if your phone’s not broken.”

Shorts Guy nods to Eddie's discarded phone and what the fuck is happening right now? Eddie blinks and then shakes his head, grabbing his phone to find it blissfully still intact.

“All in one piece,” he says, turning the phone around toward Shorts Guy as if he needed to prove it. “I’d– yeah! Totally. I’d love to. Y’know, since it’s not broken and all that.”

Shorts Guy takes Eddie’s phone from his outstretched hand and saves his number as Steve. He texts Steve immediately, exchanging numbers and names before Steve’s even left the driveway.

Eddie: hey, it’s Eddie. extra satisfied. free this Saturday?

Gareth is never going to let him hear the end of this.

doubling up with a microfic and a gift for @starrystevie! happy birthday, bee!! here's some confident, sweaty landscaper!steve harrington for you! <3 I've been thinking about it for days and couldn't stop myself. love you!! have the best day!!

[thats-godscomma]

Since rewatching Psych, I've been thinking about how weird and arbitrary Shawn's interests are. Sure, late 2000's writing had something to do with it, and maybe a bit of Henry and Gus's influence, but hearing Shawn be so vocal about how he hates certain popular things or (more importantly) refuses to give them a chance BUT at the same time knowing so many pop culture references, it got me thinking.

What if the reason Shawn has so many pop culture references on hand is because of his eidetic memory, and he doesn't actually have as much of an interest in pop culture? Throughout the show, he actively avoids getting roped into big interests and franchises (see: comic books, soap operas, etc.) despite the fact that he genuinely seems excited once he's part of it. In fact, we don't get to see a lot of Shawn's interests at all unless it's based on an idea.

Take being a bounty hunter, for example. According to him, he's obsessed with the idea, but he doesn't make many references to an actual bounty hunter show or franchise. Instead, he just remembers the one bounty hunter he saw as a child and maybe references a movie or two. Because once he remembers something, he's never going to forget it, or at least not for a very long time.

That's why he thinks in references. Everything is a reference if you have a good enough memory. Everything reminds you of something. If Shawn hears someone make a Spock reference, it's in his repertoire forever. But he wouldn't be caught dead watching the shows or movies because that's just too much information. Why on earth would he endure that?

Of course, it also intertwines with his ADHD. He has bouts of energy and trouble focusing. He can't sit still to save his life, and he hyperfixates...or he would if his memory didn't make him averse to it. So if he doesn't want to hyperfixate on an information-based interest, then what does he hyperfixate on? Physical activities. Instead of learning about his favorite daredevil, he tries to be one himself. When he learns about oil rigs, he doesn't get a book from the library. He tries to find oil in his backyard.

This is also where he and Henry differ regarding Shawn's "potential." Henry is correct when he talks about Shawn's "wasted" potential, but he doesn't understand the toil of having this eidetic memory and ADHD. Here's what I think happened: Henry probably noticed Shawn's stellar memory at a young age, realized he has a gift, spoke with his wife about her eidetic memory, learned that you need to challenge your child's eidetic memory at a young age or it'll go away, started the hat game to make it fun and exciting, but then Shawn's ADHD appeared. Suddenly, it made him much harder to raise (because let's be real, Shawn was not an easy child.) Henry didn't know what he was doing anymore, and since it was the 80's, he didn't have the resources to properly understand his kid's behavior, so he tried to find a common interest, and started training Shawn to be a detective "because kids love cop shows." But Shawn struggled to stay attached to one single interest, and when he grew up, he stopped trying to articulate his problems because his mom (the only person who remotely understood his struggles) left, and he blamed his dad for it.

And academics? Those are a joke because what is the point of studying if he already remembers everything? Until, of course, he needs to apply it to a problem-solving test or writing an essay. Suddenly, he's memorizing a math teacher's answer sheet and copying Gus's report.

Yes, Shawn could have been a great cop. He could be an amazing scientist or anything really. He could have been a national spelling bee champion like Gus wanted to be. Even 15 years later, Shawn remembered exactly what word Gus messed up, how to spell the word, and what letter he made Gus slip up, but he didn't want to be on that stage with Gus because that requires so much learning. And so much time. And so much memorizing. And he refuses to sit still for that long when he knows that overloading his head is going to give him migraines.

Also his "I've heard it both ways" probably comes from the fact that people with eidetic memory can still make lots of mistakes if they don't actively commit something to memory. If Shawn only overhears something, he'll still naturally try to fill in the gaps like everyone else, but because he's so confident in his memory, he just believes what he remembers to be true, leading him to repeat incorrect information with confidence. That could also be why some of his references are incorrect due to mixed-up homophones.

Anyway, this post was supposed to be about how Shawn is just a walking movie reference because his memory won't let him forget quotes, but then I fell into a rabbit hole of the negative effects of having an eidetic memory as a child, and I am very passionate about how Henry actually tried his best, and people need to stop calling him a horrible parent. Love y'all. Let me know what you think.

[fourstarsoutofnine]

Bee!! I gotta ask, if that’s alright! I was listening to Toxic by Britney Spears, and I got to thinkin’ what if the Chain played Just Dance? You can pick anyone you want!

A/N:HEHEHEHEHEHHEHE ur getting the whole chain pookiebear this ask is so freaking good. You always come in with the best asks.

The links(like, actual links lol) are to the dances :D

Chain + just dance

Time:

Never gonna give you up by Rick astley

He would BODY this

And it’s so perfectly dad-like.

Like it’s exactly him

The rickroll, and the vibe of it. It’s 80s. That’s time.

Sky:

Price tag by Jessie j

I just think he’d look cute doing this one. I feel like the upbeat nature of the song fits him and he’d have fun :)

I don’t think he’d know a lot of songs tbh— he doesn’t give off a “yeah I listen to all genres” guy. I feel like his style is more hozier and Noah Kahan

Just slow folksy music—but he enjoys an early 2000s beat every now and then. Thus, price tag by Jessie j. It was the only one that looked fun to him that he wouldn’t feel super silly doing.

Twilight:

The urge to put old town road is SO strong…

But nah, he made the captain do Rock Lobster by the B52s with him.

He was indeed the lobster and he, indeed, did rock it.

It was a very close game, within a few hundred points. The rancher came out on top.

Wind:

LOLLIPOP BY MIKA

HE HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ONE

He almost punched the smith during this while he was walking by.

He sang it the rest of the day

Wild:

He made the traveler do Land of 1000 Dances by Wilson Pickett with him

They laughed the entire time

The traveler ended up tripping during it, which tripped the champion

They still kept laughing even on the ground

The champion won

Hyrule:

Superstition by Stevie wonder

Idk it just… it’s fun and bouncy and fits him to me

I think he’d have fun with this one.

The champion and the vet sat back laughing at him and cheering him on

Warriors:

On the floor by Jenifer Lopez, just cause I think it’d be funny

He’d also EAT

Also it was between this or Maneater, so whichever you like more. I won’t Link that one tho bc there’s already a ton here.

Four:

He split and the colors did Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) by the Backstreet Boys

They had SO much fun with this y’all

Just imagine it.

From left to right, Green, Vio, Red and Blue

Blue took it so seriously. Vio won tho.

Legend:

TikTok by Kesha

I just think he’d eat at it

That’s what most of these are—I just think they’d do well at it, or they’d have fun.

He got the max amount of stars on this.

Bonus!!! Ravio!:

Asereje (the ketchup song)

This is mainly inspired by art I saw by @sraksha of ravio dancing to the ketchup song. I saw it and I couldn’t get it out of my head to get another idea. It just had to be the one.

Also it’s just SO FUN I love this dance. Me and my cousin had so much fun doing this.

He made the vet do it with him

He obliged(very reluctantly)

[ouroboros-hideout]

Russian Girl

Alyona "Aon" Petrova 02/???

I am just a simple Russian girl I've got vodka in my blood So I dance with brown bears And my soul is torn apart

First look at corpo!Aon. Damn. It's so weird. But I like it. Not sure about the hair yet, and finding clothes is pain. But it's something.

Mayor wall of text and brainrot (and probably spelling mistakes) under the cut. Enter at your own risk.

I think I only talked about this AU in a Wip Whenever 200 years ago. So the core to it is basically that Aon never left Moscow to join a clan of Nomads and was more or less forced to stay and start her career at SovOil as an engineer.

She later meets Kurt through some "lucky" circumstances and leaves with him to America to work for Militech, fights in Unification War at his side and takes part in the creating Dogtown (what a delulu AU).

So far so good. I really like this "What if" -scenario a lot, but still had some difficulties with it which, I think, I know have solved.

Thanks to Ves and Olly for the insane Vlad Brainrot lately. Even if he's a sick bastard and I am still not sure why you want your precious OCs to suffer so much, but we don't shame anyone in this circus.

First thing that was a major stomache ache for me is the fact that Aon never got her "happy found family"-moments with the Nomads what is a huge part of her character developement in the main story. I know I shouldn't bother so much, since it's an AU. But I feel sorry for her, that I leave her in this golden cage.

Second thing I wasn't sure about is how she and Vlad would interact in this AU, since they would become "colleagues". They work in different departments, but they already knew each other so it would be weird, if they wouldn't have some touch points.

How to solve the issue with Aon beeing lonely in the Corpo-World: I had an idea for a person for a tiny little role in my main story for quite some time now but she always felt kind of "out of place" or "forced into the story". She (doesn't have a name yet. Just vague and blurry pictures in my head) is a Nomad in another clan as Aon, and both families have a rivalry going on. So they wouldn't have so much touch points because of bad blood. But she actually knew Aon's real father and would give her some major hints of what happened to him, after Aon's mom took her away into the big city as a lil baby girl. So I thought: why not bring her into the corpo AU. The how and why they meet shouldn't be to hard to figure out and I like the thought that Aon can get her "Nomad-Experience" through her and the stories she would tell. The feeling of freedom through a friend (or more ;) )

How to solve Vlads and Aons relationship: I decided they are something like medium-close friends. They are both huge loners, don't have many or any friends within the corporation or in general so they bonded over their loneliness. Vlad of course tried to rizz on her for quite some time, but she is resistent to his "charm". Still a very complicated dynamic. They can rely on each other, even if she is 80% of the time annoyed about anything he says or does, but it's still better than having no one around. Let's call it grumpy friends. I don't know how to put it better. And she kinda feels sorry for him, because she knows, that in his fucked up little head and heart is actually something human left, but he is unable to "get it out". For him she plays an even bigger role, besides having a normal social contact, because she knows about his little "accidents" and bodies, that need to be hidden afterwards.

I could go on with my blabbering about all of this for a lot longer but I think it's enough words for this post and I already start to lose the context and my head goes all over the place. Brainrot stronk! AHU!

Great, you made it to the end. Here's something silly for your endurance.

[zankydraws]

You got any Wekiddy headcannons? Especially for MJ?

idk if these count as hcs or not but I might have some!

MJ 182: - he's a shapeshifting alien. idk what his true form would be yet but I want to draw it someday, I'd go with some sort of anthro reptile/shark mix probably - a bit of an asshole, likes to cause problems on purpose (his main goal is pissing off El Cool P) - loves pop-punk (bruh MJ makes me wish there was an actual pop-punk version of Incredibox where he's the main character..) - he thinks Xenomorph is a hottie.. (dfkgjhdfks) - I like to think he's a good artist, specifically good at spray painting (and he uses his talent to destroy public property or El Cool P's belongings) - definitely the most rebellious guy in the group - hates to dress up - can and will bite people (mostly Cool P)

El Cool P: - huge ego. absolutely massive - probably commits crimes (loves arson) - idk there's something wrong with him - would do good stuff for people (like giving money to charity) just to make himself feel better and make people love him more - uses his good looks and charm to his advantage - if he wants something, he WILL get it - probably has tons of merch with his own stupid face on it (he owns an El Cool Shirt and an El Cool Plushie for sure) - owns like millions of suits (and matching bucket hats) - argues with MJ all the time - a terrible driver (don't get into a car with him) (how did he even get a driving license?)

KC Glow: - precious baby boy, an absolute angel - looooong sleeves - does the excited flappy hand thing a lot - can actually glow in the dark, somehow - has freckles! - you could probably pick him up and carry him around and he would be chill about it

ASAP Bee: - looks like a cinnamon roll but could kill you - loves bees, they are his best buddies - probably stores bees in his fanny pack - if you hurt/kill a bee, he will beat the shit out of you - seriously don't mess with him and his bee friends - loves bee memes, puns and everything bee related - owns a machine gun (this one is ridiclous but some people call him a machine gun guy and it made me think that it would be funny if he actually owned a gun. so don't mess with his bees unless you want a bullet in your butt) - absolutely loves honey, he's obsessed with it, always carries a bottle/jar of honey around

Big Duke: - looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll - a very chill and nice guy - always ready to help! - I like to think he's a little chubby - short king

Swingy: - works out a lot, he's very fit and pretty strong - I talked about this some time ago but he gives me the 80's fitness instructor vibes so he can probably teach people how to work out properly and dance - kinda stupid but he's very nice! :D - loves food and eats all the time - likes his hair a lot and doesn't want anyone touching it - generally likes to look pretty

Blue GT: - kind of a bitch - has heterochromia (I drew him with different eye colors once and loved the idea a lot lol) - he's sooo tired of hearing MJ and Cool P argue ("just kill each other already") - he just wants to be left alone - wears turtlenecks and rings - has to look fabulous at all times - loves coffee

Memphis: - doesn't want to get in trouble but somehow always ends up getting in trouble because of MJ or Cool P (because they are assholes) (Mephis still likes to spend time with his buddies tho, even if it doesn't always end up being good for him) - his hair is extremely floofy and soft, it's unbelievable - he seems a little shy to me..

and that's all I guess.. I don't really have any headcanons for the other dudes, but I might come up with something someday

[lemoncrushh]

The Entertainer II - Track 07 - With Bells On

Summary: What if it wasn’t the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky’s story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.

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“Nobody gets too much heaven no more It’s much harder to come by, I’m waiting in line…”

I hummed along mindlessly to the Bee Gees as I sifted through a rack of dresses.

“Sky. Hello, Earth to Sky Jones!”

I took a deep breath and blinked, turning towards my friend, her hand waving in my face.

“Sorry…um did you say something?”

“Jesus, Sky,” scoffed Halo. “Are you in Harryland, or what?”

“Sorry,” I blushed. “I guess I was.”

“And have been all morning,” Halo chuckled. “Boy, you got it bad.”

Harry had left my apartment early that morning, just five hours after he’d arrived. He’d left me in bed with a kiss, whispering that he had some things to tend to and errands to run before rehearsal for tonight’s show. I’d drifted back into dreamworld for maybe an hour until I had to get up myself to meet Halo for our shopping day. His scent lingered on my sheets, the feeling of his warm mouth on my body as I’d tried my best to step down from the cloud I was on.

“Donna says I daydream at work, too,” I remarked, draping a dress over my arm. “I guess I need to snap back to reality.”

“That’s the beauty of it though, isn’t it?” remarked Halo. “This is your reality now. You’re actually dating him.”

I followed Halo into the dressing rooms where I tried on my one dress that I really had no interest in. Halo had five.

“Did I tell you about Greg?” I heard her ask through the wall.

“I don’t think so. Who’s he?”

“Greg Cassio. He’s one of our artists we showcase at the gallery. He’s smoking hot, and I’d been dying to find out if he’s gay or married or anything. Anyway, he came in this week, and he was totally flirting with me.”

“So…what did he say?”

“He was leaning over the counter, checking out my rack, and I asked him when we might be getting any new pieces from him. He winked at me and said I could get a piece whenever I wanted.”

“Um…okay.”

“Okay, so maybe that doesn’t mean anything, but did you catch the double entendre?” Halo asked.

“Yeah…kinda creepy if you ask me,” I remarked.

Halo and I had been friends long enough that we could be honest with each other. She knew I wasn’t crazy about her new preference in men, but she also knew I would stick by her.

I heard her exasperated sigh just before her door opened.

“Alright, tell me what you think of this,” she called.

Opening my dressing room door, I saw her standing before me in a stunning black strapless dress.

“Oh, Halo, so pretty!”

“Truly?”

“Yes!” I sang. “You look like Princess Diana.”

My best friend laughed and twirled around. She was going to a holiday party as well, but one a bit more formal than mine.

“Okay, it’s your turn to find something,” she announced. “Are you getting that?”

I looked down at the simple frock I’d chosen, more like something I’d wear to work.

“Nah,” I shook my head. “I want something sexy.”

“Atta girl! Let’s go have lunch, and then hit Rodeo.”

With a huff, I pushed open my apartment door and heaved my haul of shopping bags onto my kitchen table. Halo soon followed, closing my door with her elbow.

“Every year I say I’m not going to wait ‘til December to do my Christmas shopping, and every year I lie,” remarked Halo with a sigh.

“We got some good deals, though,” I said.

“I say that every year, too.”

With a laugh, I walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water.

“You got anything harder than that?” Halo asked as I ran the tap.

“It just so happens, I do have a little of that scotch left from your birthday,” I nodded.

“Oh goodie!”

“Harry and I had some, but there’s still plenty left.”

I took down another glass from the cupboard and poured some for Halo. Then I added a splash to my water.

“What did he think of your apartment?” she asked me when she took a sip.

“He liked it. He said it was very me. And he laughed about me not having the itchy couch anymore.”

“Oh God, he remembered the couch! What a guy!”

I didn’t tell her all the other things he remembered. Some things I enjoyed keeping to myself.

As if he knew we were talking about him, the phone rang. Already knowing it was him calling, I answered with a smile.

“Hello?”

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi.” I must have either said it in a certain tone or with a look that gave me away, because Halo rolled her eyes and leaned back against the sink, her arms crossed.

“How was your day?” I asked.

“Great, how was yours?”

“Good. I just got back with Halo. We’ve been shopping all day.”

“Oh yeah? Did you-”

“Hi, Harry!” Halo called into the phone and grabbed her glass from the counter.

Harry chuckled, “Hi, Halo!”

“He says hi. And he can’t wait to see you,” I told Halo.

“Hey, babe, I just wanted to make sure you know where to go tonight.”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

“I don’t want you to get stuck in the queue to get in, so I’ve put you and Halo on the list,” explained Harry.

“On the list?”

“Yeah, remember that bouncer out front? His name’s Tommy. Just tell him you’re Sky and Halo, and he’ll let you in.”

“Oh cool. Thanks, baby.”

“Oh! I get a ‘baby’ now?” Harry asked.

“Sure, why not?” I shrugged.

Harry made a sexy sound before he mumbled something that sounded like “so fucking cute.”

“What?”

“Nothin’ babe,” he chuckled. “I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”

“With bells on,” I sang.

Harry laughed harder. “I’d love to see that. Bye, angel.”

As I returned the receiver to its spot on my kitchen wall, I heard Halo groan, “If you two were any sweeter, I might gag.”

“Help me, Halo, I’m in love.”

I said it matter-of-factly, but also as an honest plea for help. Catching the look of desperation on my face, Halo embraced me like only a best friend could.

“Oh, sweet Sky,” she said as she rocked me back and forth. “You didn’t have to tell me. This is Harry Styles we’re talking about. The only guy I’ve ever known to make you feel this way.”

“Kinda pathetic, huh?”

“Not at all! I love teasing you because you’re my friend. But in all honesty…I find this all incredibly romantic.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Now, let’s go start getting ready for this gig tonight. We’ll get you all dolled up so he can’t stand to look at anyone but you. And we’ll make the other girls jealous like we used to do.”

I gave her a huge squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks, Halo.”

“That’s what friends are for, right?”

I turned on my stereo and we sang along to every song while we got ready.

“When will you see me, my salamander Don’t try to tell me, oh no don’t answer…”

“What do you think that means?” I asked Halo. “My salamander?”

She laughed as she danced. “Who the hell knows? I think Paul McCartney is one of those people who can just get away with making up rubbish and it still sounds good.”

“You’re probably right,” I giggled.

“Harry’s like a Paul, isn’t he?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, besides being incredibly handsome, and British, he was in a successful band, and now he’s trying out the solo thing.”

“Yeah, good point,” I nodded as I slipped into my shoes. “But the other Beatles have solo albums too.”

“True,” Halo agreed, then paused as she brushed her hair. “But he’s definitely a Paul.”

“I’m getting closer to your heart…”

Not wanting to have to worry about parking, Halo and I took a cab to the club. When it dropped us off in front, I noticed a line had already formed down the street.

“Jesus,” I muttered as I stepped out onto the curb.

“Sky, look!” Halo, poked me in the shoulder and pointed up at the marquee that read HARRY STYLES.

“Wow.”

We made our way up to the front where I remembered Tommy being the last time. Relieved when I spotted him, I half hoped he recognized me, though I was sure he wouldn’t.

“Line’s back here, sweetie,” I heard a woman call, but I just smiled and pretended I didn’t hear her.

“Hi,” I said nervously when I approached Tommy. “I’m Sky, and this is Halo. My boyfriend said we should be on the list.”

“Your boyfriend, eh?” Tommy smirked. Then he picked up his clipboard and scanned it. “Oh yeah, Sky and Halo, I remember now. Harry did give me your real names because I gotta see some ID.”

“Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that, sorry,” I cringed, digging into my purse.

“Just standard policy, sweetheart.”

“I understand.”

I handed Tommy my ID and passed Halos along as well.

“Alright, thanks,” Tommy grinned. Then he lifted the velvet rope. “Have a good evening, ladies.”

“Thanks, Tommy,” I waved as I crossed the threshold.

“Oh, Harry told you my name, did he? Nice kid, that one.”

I beamed with pride as Halo and I made our way through the club.

“He was nice,” she yelled into my ear.

“Yeah. I wish they were all like that.”

“Helps to have boyfriends in high places,” Halo laughed.

Just like Harry and I had done, we stopped at the bar to grab drinks. Halo had just taken a sip when a Billy Squier tune came on.

“Shit, I love this song!” she screamed, her arms in the air.

“Lonely is the night When you find yourself alone Your demons come to light And your mind is not your own”

I smiled as I watched Halo sway on her stool. How I’d missed sharing my love for music with her. She would have had fun with me at the Journey concert. The last time we’d done anything like this had been well over a year ago.

“One glimpse’ll show you now baby What the music can do…”

“I missed this,” I commented when the song ended.

“Me too,” Halo agreed.

I knew that she knew I meant her, but also Harry. And anything else that had to do with music. Music was in my veins, in my blood. Although I’d never really let it go, I had allowed myself to step away from the lifestyle a little bit, thinking it was no longer for me.

“You didn’t like Alan, did you?” I suddenly asked.

“What?” Halo leaned towards me. “Alan? He was a dick.”

“I thought so,” I nodded.

“What made you think of him?”

I shrugged. “I was thinking about how wrong he was for me. Not just because he was kind of a jerk. But because at the time I’d thought he was what I needed.”

“He was dull as hell,” groaned Halo, making a face.

“I know,” I laughed.

“Look how Harry lights you up. Alan never did that, Sky.”

“You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”

Just then, a short, bald man tapped me on my shoulder.

“Excuse me. Is one of you named Sky?” he asked.

“I am,” I replied.

“Hi miss, I’m Carl Peterson, I’m the manager here,” he offered his hand.

“Oh, yes, hello,” I shook his hand nervously.

“Mr. Styles reserved a table for you over here, if you’ll follow me.”

My jaw open, I slid off my stool and grabbed Halo’s hand, following Carl to the same booth Harry and I had sat in the week before.

“Thank you,” I told Carl as I slid into my seat.

“Thank you ladies for coming,” he smiled. “If there’s anything you need at all, please let me or one of my waitresses know.”

“Look at you!” Halo exclaimed when Carl was out of ear shot. “This is the big time now! VIP!”

I shrugged out of my jacket, feeling warm already. I wore similar jeans from last time, but paired them with a cute off-the-shoulder peasant style top, gold sandals and a gold belt.

As I looked around the room, I quickly noticed how much more crowded it was than the prior weekend. All the tables were taken, and within just a few minutes, the rest of the area was filled with people as well. The waitress had to squeeze through to get to us, but she managed to bring us fresh drinks right before the lights went down.

As soon as the overhead music came to a halt, the crowd began to cheer. Carl took the stage, a spotlight on him. Already, I got the idea this was a much more special event than Stargazer had been.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced. “Thank you all for coming tonight. It is my honor and privilege to present to you…Harry Styles!”

I felt my heart leap from my chest and into my throat. The noise in the room grew thirty decibles when the band walked onto the stage. I caught a glimpse of the new bass player and drummer; I smiled when I saw Mitch take the guitar pick from his mouth and begin to play. But then my eyes zoomed like magnets to the tall, long-haired rocker at the microphone. Just as if I’d gone back in time to 1976, the sight of Harry Styles singing in front of me hit me in the chest like a bolt of lightning.

He addressed the crowd at the start of the song, like he always did, waving and getting them to scream louder. By the second verse, he seemed to search the audience, seeking out someone particular. That’s when our eyes met, and he gave that amazing smile that was only meant for me.

When the first song ended - a hit from Wildfire's first album - the band went straight into “Only Angel”. I screamed and cheered just like before, but it was even more exciting hearing him sing it with his own band, and not Hunter Howe’s. And just like before, Harry singled me out, pressing his hand to his chest, as if to say I was his. I caught a few heads turning and eyes glaring at me, but I didn’t care.

“Make ‘em jealous, girl, make ‘em jealous,” Halo yelled in my ear.

I turned and looked at her, a knowing smile on her face.

“He loves you,” she mouthed.

I simply nodded, returning my focus on Harry. He strutted on the stage like a rockstar in all his glory. I cheered like I used to, like he deserved.

During the middle of his set, Harry sang the acoustic ballad that got me emotional. I felt myself tremble, wishing I didn’t let music affect me so much. But Halo, being the good friend she was, held my hand and swayed with me. When it was over, she was the first to stand and hoot and whistle, enough for both of us since I could barely move.

The band didn’t give me much time to wipe my tears before they kicked into the next track, but I was grateful it wasn’t another heartbreaker. Afterwards, Harry introduced the rest of the band - Danny Mercedes on bass, Bret Alkin on drums, and of course Mitch Rowland on guitar.

“And I’m Harry Styles,” he grinned and the crowd erupted once more. “Thank you so much for coming.”

Harry turned back to the band, said something, then addressed the audience again.

“This is something new.”

Wide-eyed, I stared at Halo who stared back at me. Something new? Harry hadn’t told me he was working on any new songs. But, then again, I hadn’t thought to ask.

It was a fantastic song, a rocker. I didn’t take the time to really listen to the lyrics, however, as I was more focused on how amazing Harry looked. He was the perfect showman, completely in his element. The audience loved him, and he loved them.

“Um…Sky?” Halo nudged me in the middle of the tune. “I think this song might be about you.”

“What?” I glared at her incredulously. “No!”

Halo raised her brows, nodding her head to the melody as the chorus came around again and sang along to the line…”she’s all I want, and I can’t get enough. I’m drunk on her.”

I made a face. “That could be about anybody.”

Halo side-eyed me. “If you say so.”

She continued to dance in her seat, clapping her hands to the beat. I had to admit, I started paying more attention to the lyrics after that. But I couldn’t really find anything that was obviously in reference to me. It just sounded like any rock song about a guy who had flipped over some woman. I really liked it though, regardless of who it was about.

The audience cheered louder than ever as Bret ended the song with a flourish and Harry bent back, giving one of his signature rockstar moves. When he stood up straight again, his hair had fallen over his eyes, and I instantly felt that little twinge in my stomach.

“Hell yes!” screamed Halo, rising to her feet.

I joined her, yelling for my boyfriend - my favorite front man. As he combed his fingers through his hair, I caught the lopsided grin I loved so much. When his eyes met mine, he smiled even brighter, then blew me kisses. As I blew some back, he pressed both hands to his chest and mouthed “I love you so much.”

The band kicked into another hit from their last album as I stood dead in my tracks. Had he just…?

“Oh my God!” Halo yelled in my ear, grabbing my arm. “He said he loves you!”

“You saw that too, huh?”

“I told you!”

“No…” I furrowed my brows and shook my head. “No, that…that wasn’t for me. It was for us, right? Like he does with fans? He was just saying he loves his fans.”

“He was not looking at me,” Halo laughed. “Or anyone else. That was straight at you, Sky!”

“No,” I argued again. “I don’t think he would have done that. Not in front of everyone. That was just a love for his audience thing.”

Halo shrugged, clearly in disagreement. “Maybe so, but…it sure didn’t seem like it.”

Letting it go for the time being, Halo and I continued to enjoy the show. The band ended with one of their bigger hits, and we both stood and danced along. Then Harry gave one more round of waves and kisses, and expressed his thanks into the microphone.

“You’ve been absolutely incredible,” he said, getting a bit choked up. “I really truly appreciate this. It feels so amazing to be back. Thank you.”

The crowd cheered, whistled, hooted and hollered as the band exited the stage, and the noise continued long after they’d left. It wasn’t until the stage lights went out and the club lights came back on that everyone began to disburse. Halo and I stayed in our booth as people walked past us to get to the door. I saw several sets of eyes glaring at me, some curiously and some just plain jealous.

“Wow!” Halo exclaimed, throwing her head back. “That was so fucking fantastic! I’m kind of bummed we didn’t go see them on tour.”

“Tell me about it,” I muttered.

“But who’s to say you’d be here now,” my friend added with a shrug. “Maybe it was for the best.”

“That’s what I keep telling myself.”

“Hi, ladies, did you enjoy the show?” I heard a male voice ask.

“Oh my God, Mr. Irving!” I squealed.

Irving Azoff chuckled as he approached our table. I quickly slid out of the booth, ready to give him a hug. Then I worried maybe that seemed too presumptuous.

“Do you remember me?” I asked hesitantly.

“Of course I do, dear. Well…I didn’t at first. But Harry refreshed my memory.”

I smiled at the idea that Harry and told Mr. Irving about me.

“This is my friend Halo,” I gestured.

“Yes, I remember now,” he nodded as he took Halo’s hand. “You two came to a lot of shows when Wildfire was just starting out.”

“That’s right,” Halo and I sang in unison.

“Harry thinks a lot of you, and I can appreciate that,” Irving nodded.

My face flushed with pride. Just then, Carl walked up and addressed Mr. Irving. When he noticed us, he smiled.

“Let me show these ladies backstage, Mr. Azoff, and then I’ll be right with you.”

“Of course. Have a good evening, girls.”

“Bye,” I grinned as he patted my arm.

Halo and I followed Carl to a side door that led backstage. Before I was halfway in the room, I heard his voice.

“There she is!”

“Who, me?” I beamed as Harry walked up to me.

“Who else?” he replied, sliding his hands around my waist. I squealed when he pinched my behind.

“Damn, I thought you were talking about me,” I heard Halo mock behind me with a giggle.

“Halo! C’mere love!” Letting go of me, Harry embraced Halo in a tight hug. “You look bloody fantastic. How’ve you been?”

“Thanks, I’ve been great! You guys were so good!”

“Yeah?” Harry looked from Halo to me and back. “Did you like it?”

“God yes, the new band sounds incredible, Harry.”

With a smile, Harry eyed me, though he was talking to Halo. I merely nodded. “What did you think of the new song?”

I heard Halo say something at the same time I murmured, “loved it.”

“I’m glad,” said Harry.

His hand found mine by my side, and he tickled the back of it with his finger, his eyes still staring at me. My chest rose and fell as I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding, and I heard Halo clear her throat. Casting her a glance, I caught a glimmer of knowledge on her face as she raised her brows at me.

“I don’t believe it!” a voice called from our left.

Halo turned with shriek.

“I thought I recognized that voice,” said Mitch as he approached. “I knew it had to belong to the one and only H-A-L-O.”

“Mitchell Rowland, come give me a hug!” Halo yelled.

“You didn’t tell him?” I whispered to Harry.

“Nah. I reckoned I’d take the piss.”

I shook my head and laughed at his British phrase. After Mitch gave me a hug as well, I left my best friend and Harry’s guitar player to begin their reunion. 

“Oh Sky, let me introduce you to the new members of the Harry Styles band,” he announced proudly as two other guys entered the room.

With a smile, I graciously shook hands with Danny and Bret. Because I had been so focused on Harry during the show, I hadn’t really gotten a good look at them on stage. Danny was tall and dark with a mustache. He reminded me of Tony Orlando with long, curly hair. Bret, a little shorter than Danny and Harry, had blond hair that kissed his shoulders, and a smile that could rival Harry’s.

“Damn, Styles, you didn’t tell me how gorgeous she was!” he exclaimed when he took my hand.

“I’m most certain I did,” Harry chuckled, cleverly sliding his hand around my back.

“Ah well, y’know,” Bret said with a wink, “you don’t always believe it ‘til you see it.”

I looked up at Harry who merely rolled his eyes, making me feel a little more at ease. But as Bret and Danny moved on to greet Halo, I couldn’t shake the strange way Bret made me feel. Maybe I just wasn’t used to being ogled over by someone else.

“Sorry about that,” Harry leaned into me. “Bret is…kind of a flirt.”

“I can see that,” I nodded as I watched the drummer introduce himself to Halo.

“He’s harmless though. And they all know how I feel about you.”

I widened my eyes in question. “How you feel about me?”

“Yeah,” he said, as if there was no doubt.

As he leaned in for a kiss, I thought about how he’d confessed his love on stage, and whether or not it had been meant for me alone. When our lips touched, however, I decided not to ask him about it. At least not yet.

Songs mentioned:

Bee Gees - Too Much Heaven

Wings - Getting Closer

Billy Squier - Lonely Is the Night

Taglist: @fkinavocado, @daphnesutton, @freedomfireflies

MASTERLIST | KO-FI | FEEDBACK

[britt-kageryuu]

The stream is welcome to the sight of a large greenhouse/warehouse with multiple raised garden beds, large pots, multiple metal racks, and a large tank of water, all with multiple fruit bearing plants, bushes, shrubs, a variety of flowers and various produce. The pool has visible reeds, and some water vegetation, but it's not clear what else is in it.

Donnie is wandering around checking the plants, his model dressed in dark overalls with knee pads, combat boots, his mask, and a purple flannel under the overalls. His tail swaying contentedly behind him, visibly longer than the last time the audience saw it. He was also carrying a large basket that he was tossing various plants he picked into.

The audience can hear him muttering and talking to his recording device, about the plants conditions, and calculating when some would be ready to harvest. Donnie obviously wasn't paying attention to the stream even though he set up the stream to basically just watch him tend to his greenhouse, while still wearing a mic.

Donnie does pause every now and then when notifications go off, but otherwise hasn't acknowledged the stream, too absorbed in his data collection.

Some of the audience is happy to see both Shelldon and River going around in the garden helping out. River is carrying a watering can and stopping every now and then to pour a bit of water on some plants. Shelldon in floating around the bee boxes that are scattered around, scanning for possible problems.

"Shelldon can you turn on some music? If I remember correctly, some of the plants loved when I left some playing before." Donnie calls out, while looking over a coffee plant.

Shelldon perks up, "You got it Dude! Some mondo awesome music coming right up!" What sounds like an 80s jam starts playing through speakers around the warehouse.

Now while Donnie was walking about his tail is wagging and flicking to the beat of the music. Then slowly Donnie just starts to dance, and groove about, skillfully dodging around the pots and planters, and gently puts down the basket before outright jumping about dancing to the music.

The chat is now spammed with music or dance based emotes and emojis.

Donnie while still grooving, goes over to the water tank, and checks out the conditions of the plants. Then plunges his head under the water... leaving many confused, until he pulls out and starts excitedly talking about some plants in the tank looking close to a good harvest point. Then he shakes off the water before moving to some monitoring devices on the tank.

Then back to dancing about while check more plants, only to pause at a plant just out of veiw, let out a loud gasps before running to grab his collecting basket to start picking what ever plant he was excited about.

"Shelldon, River, we finally have a new ingredient ready to use in our coffee and tea making! Go prepare the equipment, I want to run trials on this ASAP!" They announced loudly while speed walking towards the stream camera. "Sorry viewers, but I need to put you in the basket while I move the set up to the work station. Then you can watch how I make our tea and coffee!"

The next few minutes were a view of the mix of leaves, berries, and flowers in the basket, before being moved to a shelf close to a modified kitchen/science workstation.

The rest of the stream was mainly just watching Donnie go about the process of preparing the ingredients to turn into the tea and coffee blends.

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Masterpost

I honestly didn't know where I was going with this, but the inspiration struck, and I ended up writing this.

[unpopularvivian]

My Ttte Human Designs (James):

Headcanons:

Vain, loves attention and extremely overconfident.

Touch his red paint and die.

Often very rash and can be very impulsive at times. Even if she makes the same mistake 80 times, she'll still do it.

Sodor's #1 Drama King/Queen

"SOMEBODY HAS TO BE THE FAVOURITE!!!!!"

Pansexual and genderqueer. Uses any pronouns.

Her human age is 38 while her actual age is between 112-115

Is an extremely talented swordsman/swordswoman. The sword that they use is a fencing sword. It's behind their back in the design.

When he first came to Sodor, he had a black coat of paint, kinda emotionless and sometimes seemed like he wasn't there all the time. That changed when he met Gordon, who became his role model afterwards. (Bad choice James)

Has a fear of being forgotten and abandoned. That's what basically happened at her old railway. When it shut down, she was left all alone in a shed before the Fat Controller managed to find her and offered her to work for his railway. When they were given the choice of being repainted, they choose the color red since it was very flashy and hard to ignore.

Has many outfits that range from masculine, feminine to gender-ambiguous. The design shown right here is his main outfit that he wears when he's working.

MASSIVE Lady Gaga Fan. Has listened to all of her songs, knows everything about her and would buy tickets immediately if Lady Gaga ever planned on visiting Sodor for a tour.

She and Edward used to be engaged together in a relationship. It started mostly because their personalities were opposites. However, everything didn't go their way when the relationship became very toxic. Eventually, Edward just decided to break up when he couldn't take it anymore, causing James to fall into a period of depression. The other engines worked hard to get her back on track and to mend her's and Edward's relationship.

They didn't like Toby when he first got here. Unfortunately, that dislike turned into hatred when they found out that Edward and Toby were starting a new relationship. Feeling extremely jealous, they took their anger on Toby very often. That continued in Journey Beyond Sodor when James lashed out on Toby about their feelings on how they felt that Toby basically replaced them as Edward's partner. Eventually, the two had a heart-to-heart conversation and decided to forgave each other.

Fears Diesel 10 due to the events of Thomas and the Magic Railroad. Has scars across his arms when Diesel 10 tried to assault him multiple times.

Is part of the Strike Trio with Henry and Gordon.

Hates and fears bees with all of his heart. Like, if you placed a fake bee on his bed, he would scream like a child.

If you're struggling with fashion in any way, go to her for advice. She has wore hundreds of clothing, wore dozens of makeup and even studied color theory for goodness' sake.

Is shorter than Henry but is only a few inches taller than Edward.

[colorisbyshe]

MAY'S MONTHLY MUSIC!!!

Coco Jones' "Here We Go (Uh Huh)" is lush and spectacular R&B track. It has drama without losing its sleek touch and feels like an instant classic for anyone Going Through It.

"Chained Up" Snow Strippers is great, nostalgic track that samples Skrillex--all of the joys of listening to an AMV-ified Skrillex without the actual Skrillex.

Queen Bee's "Headless Angel" is a hard left turn from the previous track! Experimental and constantly switching things up, this Japanese track commands attention and might be more of an acquired taste.

"Limosina" 1tbsp. Vibrant and bouncy, this is a club track with a twist.

"Diorama" Yves. Ethereal and digital, this song slides against you and leaves a trail of glitter and sweat. Kpop for those who feel too pretentious for it.

"Armageddon" Aespa. An inverse of this, if you are used to Kpop Bullshit.. this is a track for you. Chaotic and yet...

Normani's "Candy Paint" is a work out anthem for the sluts out there. Not exceptional but catchy as hell. Will say, the pre-release version is better than the official version, cause it had some an instrumental element that invoked Ginuwine's "Pony" that they stripped out?? Still fun.

"Animetal" Within Destruction. Kinda what it says on the tin--metal that feels a bit anime.

"Paris, Tal Vez?" Perdido" and "No Me Molesta" by Alex Anwandter are nostalgic dance tracks with extra layers and fresh twists included. They're not TOO similar but if you like Kavinsky or some of the newer Justice stuff, please this entire album a chance

"Big Wigs" Forest Claudette. Bright vocals, horns, and a beat that twirls you around. This song is warm, even if the lyrics aren't necessarily.

Coheed and Cambria's "The Joke" isn't my fave by them but if you think this list is too dance-y, this is a song that think it's very serious and hard. Is it actually? Well... you judge

"The Sea" Yangbans. Just chill as hell.

"Picor" French Braids & Pahua. Tropical meets disco.

"Holy Touch" Suzy Clue. For the Metric girlies who wanted the drums to go off a bit more.

I listened to the BMTH album, I understand the appeal but something about it just reminds me of AMV music. Like... Skillet, Thousand Foot Krutch, Meg & Dia. But updated for modern audiences. Not a complaint, I grew up on that. I liked most of the album but I guess "Die4u" and "Limousine" stood out on first listen and "[ost]puss-e" might appeal to ppl who liked the Snow Strippers tracks.

"I, Vibrator" Say Anything. Didn't know this group still existed, anyways... this is like if Say Anything thought they were making a Modest Mouse track. Is it good? IDK. Idk where else to talk about it.

"Endless Summer" Leat'eq. Generic dance track, so you know I have to rep it here.

"Ratatata" by Electric Callboy & Babymetal. This song is 15 hooks in a trench coat. Pure hype and fun with a wee bit of screamy-singing on top.

Not from this month but STILL:

"All the Same" Fat Dog. Makes me think of the instrumental of Engel by Rammstein (who I no longer listen to) with an 80s dark synthwave vibe.

I'm definitely missing many tracks but this month just gave too much! I kinda just added music at random I'm SORRY BUT LISTEN TO RATATATA

[empressofthesunwriter]

The Fox and the Sun

Demon and Demon Slayer in one? A paradox, but you were the living proof. For two good centuries, you served the Demon Slayer Corps as the Fox-Hashira, only in your mind your revenge against the Demon King, who had made you a demon. It took a kind boy with the sun in his soul to remind yourself of your humanity. Fox-Demon!ReaderXTanjiro Kamado

I always forget to tell, but I made a drawing of how I image the reader aka. Inari, of course in the end you decide what to look like, but I just wanted to give you an idea.

Here is the link: https://www.deviantart.com/empressofthesun/art/Reader-The-Fox-Hashira-971290363

Chapter 3: Foxes and Butterflies

One good thing about living as long as you did, was that you collected a lot of money in your time as Demon Slayer.

80 years ago you bought this beautiful Mansion with a big garden. It was located in the same neighborhood as the Butterfly Mansion.

Humming a little melody under your breath you worked in your grand and beautiful garden. Butterflies and bees fly around, and birds chirping their songs.

It was an oasis of serenity.

You put the sunflowers in the basket beside you and then stood up. Cracking you spin, letting out a relaxed breath.

You were grateful for any day in the sun you could spend. Since you got immunity from it your cursed existence as a demon was more tolerable.

You could pretend more that you were human. Forgotten for a while all the gruesome things you have done in your long life.

Yet you could never truly forget.

The hunger for flesh and blood in you was strong.

You put a hand on your stomach and picked up your basket full of sunflowers.

Time to go over to the Butterfly Mansion and get your weekly blood supply from Shinobu.

Still humming you enter your mansion, going to your bedroom. You needed to change your dirty work kimono into something more presentable.

You didn’t know why…but you had the urge to look extra pretty today.

It was totally not because you could meet Tanjiro in the Butterfly Mansion and wanted to make a good impression on him.

No.

Perish that thought.

Anyway, you took a bath, styled your hair into an elaborate bun with a pretty cherry blossom hairclip, and put your white kimono with cherry blossoms and red Obi on.

When you also sprayed some perfume on yourself, you had to admit you were going beyond, what one did, when one visited a friend.

You looked ready for a date.

You made a grimace in the mirror.

Okay…maybe you wanted to impress Tanjiro. The boy hadn’t left your thoughts or more his eyes, these pretty red orbs, haunted you any waking hour.

This was not good.

You couldn’t start something with a human.

Casual flings were more your style, but this somehow, strangely felt more powerful.

You shook your head and took your basket of sunflowers.

Enough.

You just wanted to look pretty.

Nothing more.

And if Tanjiro blushed seeing you and got shy, you would eat it up but do nothing about it.

With that in mind, you made your way to Butterfly Mansion. You knocked and after a few seconds, Shinubo herself opened the door.

“Inari-Chan, good afternoon!”

“Good afternoon, Shinobu-Chan! May I enter?”

“Of course, of course, here for your blood supply.”

You nodded.

Shinobu smiled and lead you to her Examination Room/Office. There she gave you in another basket your blood bags, while you handed her one of your sunflowers.

This made your friend happy and she promised to find a vase as soon as possible.

You made a bit of small talk till Shinobu rightfully pointed out: “Ara, Ara, Inari-Chan, you look ready to go on a date who is the lucky man? Or woman?”

“I just felt like dressing up.”, you mumbled fighting your blush. “How are the Kamado Siblings?”

You didn’t like the knowing glint in the Insect Hashira’s eyes.

“Oh Tanjiro already started rehabilitation training and Nezuko sleeps most times of the day. Their friends Agatsuma Zenitsu and Hashibira Inosuke are healing as well and I’m sure Inosuke can join soon Tanjiro.”

“Oh, that’s good. Do you mind, if I look after Nezuko for a second and maybe greet the girls?”

Of course, this was okay and Shinobu lead you to Nezuko’s room before she return to her office with a cheeky wink in your direction. You stuck out your tongue at her.

Little brat!

You knocked at the door, calling out to Nezuko that you would be coming in. The room was dark, but you could see clearly.

Night Vision was only one of the perks of being practically half-fox.

Nezuko Box stand in the middle of the room, slowly it opened and the younger demon picked out her head, making a cute sound.

“Hello Nezuko-Chan.”, you cooed, stepping closer to her. “It’s me, Inari. I wanted to see how you were doing.”

She was now fully out of the box. Cute, she was as tall as a child and made grappy hands in your direction.

You had more of a lifetime experience with babies, toddlers, and children to know what she wanted.

So you picked her up and twirled her around.

Her pretty laugh could warm even the coldest heart, you were sure.

“All good with you baby girl?”

Nezuko made an agreeing sound, hugging your neck.

“The girls treat you nice?”

You stopped spinning and sat down with her on the bed. She nodded cutely.

“Ah, that’s good. Your brother is okay too?”

She made an adorable coo noise in agreement.

Aww, you could just eat her up. Precious baby girl.

You kissed her forehead, which made her giggle. Then you hugged her closer to yourself and swayed back and forth.

Nezuko cooed again, snuggling closer to you and seeming to enjoy greatly the affection you gave her.

You started to tell her random things, while she answered back in coo or giggles.

You don’t know how much time passed, just sitting with her, telling her nothing and all, but you found yourself laying with her on the bed, stroking her hair. Nezuko was nodding off and with a yawn, you decide to take a quick nap as well.

It was comforting to be in her presence.

The sun warmed your back as you climbed up the mountain. Under your snowboots, the snow made a satisfied crunching noise.

Your love told you, that he would come to visit you in the village, yet it burned terribly been away from him.

You couldn’t wait till you finally would be married.

You reached the small hut, his family called their home, greeting warmly your future in-laws, as his mother told you, he was off chopping firewood.

You thanked her, walking up to your beloved.

His pretty dark red hair shone in the sunlight.

Been cheeky, you put your hands on his eyes and asked who it was.

You heard him laugh, pretending to think, till he said your name.

For this, you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

He turned around and you were lost in his otherwordly red eyes.

He smiled that soft smile that only was reserved for you, hugging you to himself.

A happy sign left you.

You could stay forever like this…

“Inari-Sama?”

Someone called you.

Sleepy you opened your eyes, yawing loudly.

Huh, what a strange dream you had. You wonder what that meant.

“Inari-Sama, is anything all right with you?”

Finally, you were awake enough to understand what was going on.

You were in Nezuko’s room in the Butterfly Mansion. The younger demon gripping your kimono, still asleep beside you in the bed and Tanjiro was standing beside it.

…Tanjiro?!

You couldn’t help but blush, careful to not disturb Nezuko, you sat up to greet him.

“Oh hello Tanjiro-Kun, you are finished with your rehabilitation training that is good.”

“Yes, I wanted to see after Nezuko. I’m surprised but happy to see you Inari-Sama.”, he told you shyly. Gosh, he was adorable! “I couldn’t thank you for how you stood up for us before the other Hashira and that you protected Nezuko. Thank you.”

He bowed, and you wave it away, saying it was nothing and to please drop the Sama. You were fine with Inari.

The smile Tanjiro gave you should be illegal.

To not turn into a puddle of goo under his feet, you stroked Nezuko’s beautiful hair. The younger demon cooed in her sleep.

“It makes me happy, seeing Nezuko like this. She likes you very much Inari-San.”, told you Tanjiro, while he stroked his sister’s cheek.

“I like her very much too…it’s nice to have met another good demon like me. You can imagine my existence is really lonely.”, you admitted, fixing your bun.

So much to look ready for a date. Your hair was a catastrophe.

Tanjiro gave you such a heartful look, that you swore your heart stood still for a second. It was like he understood you.

“I’m sorry, Inari-San, but I’m also happy that you are here. I think it does Nezuko good having around another good demon.”

“Mmh, yeah.”

You looked at each other shyly with blushing cheeks.

Suddenly Nezuko sat up and would have hit your chin if you didn’t dodge.

“Oh, you are awake Nezuko!”, said Tanjiro happy.

His sister made now grappy hands at him and he took her in his arms.

Your heart was a pool of goo, seeing the two siblings interact with each other.

The older brother told his sister about his day, while she made cute noise in understanding.

You wished you had a camera to immortalize this sweet moment forever.

Sadly it was probably time to go for you. You still wanted to check on the girls.

So you stand up, fixing your kimono.

“I will leave you now.”, you told the Kamado siblings. Both looked devasted. “I still haven’t checked up on Kanao, Aoi, and the little girls. I didn’t mean to fall asleep with Nezuko.”

“Oh, if you must…It was nice seeing you Inari-San.”

Nezuko made something like a wail, reaching her hands out to you. You took her from Tanjiro’s arms, hugging her and kissing her chubby cheeks.

“Don’t worry, Kit, I will visit soon. Be a good sister for your brother.”

The younger demon cooed in agreement, as you put her down on the floor.

You took your basket and gave her a sunflower.

“This is for you.”

She made a happy sound, hugging the flower to herself.

“You are really kind, Inari-San.”

You gave Tanjiro a tiny smile, giving him also a sunflower. He blushed crimson red, staring at it in confusion and then at you.

“A sweet boy like you deserves a flower also.”

Where you flirting?

Probably.

Before you made more of a fool out of yourself you said your goodbye to the Kamado siblings and searched for Kanao, Aoi, and the girls.

Only Nezuko saw how her brother was red like a tomato, touching the sunflower like a precious thing, with a lovestruck smile on his face.

You were back home drinking a blood bag, while you read a book.

You should be sleeping, but the nap you took with Nezuko, had left you wide awake.

Not that you slept a lot.

You slept because you could, not because you needed it.

Your record was five hours per day.

Slurping the blood down, you wonder about the strange dream you had.

You never really dreamed.

And when you did it was a chaotic mess with no sense, yet this dream had been so clear, like a memory.

But you didn’t understand it for the life of you.

The boy you dreamed about, who had looked so much like Tanjiro, yet didn’t at the same time, was a mystery.

You never had seen him in your life.

Or at least you don’t remember it.

It was frustrating to have forgotten so much about your human life! Not for the first time you cursed out the Demon King.

One day, you would make him pay for all he did to you and your family.

Someday soon, hopefully.

You didn’t know if you could make it another century with Muzan still free to do as he pleased.

But maybe with Tanjiro and Nezuko on your side, it was finally time to end him.

Who knows?

You hoped with all your heart that this way you were going….you wouldn’t lose any more beloved people.

Yet you know deep down that it would be impossible. Some people would probably die if they faced Muzan.

You put your book on the night table and then began to pray.

“Goddess Inari, please help and guide us. Protect us in this war that will soon happen. Take my life for the life of my beloved people. Better me than them.”

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BRETT HEADCANNONS

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these are coming from a 80s obsessed brett kin with diagnosed social anxiety, a weird relationship with my family, and a golden retriever complex so it's basically like he's telling you himself tbh !

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• okay so first ones not really a headcannon but more just a detail that I feel like im the only one that remembers: brett plays guitar!!!!!!! maybe it was just my guitarist brain but I seen this in like the first episode and never forgot. he definitely will randomly pull out his guitar (like full on david cc style) and start playing like in the middle of like a meeting or some dumb shit. he probably plays down at like at some local Cafe or something on the weekends. all 80s too obviously

• brett loving the 80s definitely resulted in a lot of different more 80s ish themed hobbies/interest. Bowling, arcade games, roller skating yk shit like that

• he most definitely can break dance? obvs.

• i feel like music wise it would be a mix of 80s obvs but also like early 2000s since that around when he grew up. I honestly feel like it would also be really similar to patrick batemans music taste 💀 but definitely a lot of Whitney Houstin, Huey Lewis, Talking Heads, but also some Madona, Dave Matthew's (which was already mentioned in the show), Death Cab, The postal service, Lumineers, and Vance joy. I also get am receiving a very large Bee Gees presence in him.

• he definitely overthinks his suits a lot. he will put his all into perfectly selecting a suit and making sure everything about it is on point. it was definitely an anxiety thing that just turned into a habit over time

• speaking of the anxiety, he has a lot of shows—some obvious some not. For once the leg bouncing is definitely a thing; that's a given. But also counting, like literally anything, he will just count. and that finger digging thing?? you basically and kinda just like digging your thumb nail into your fingers??? I do it a lot and it's not like a sh thing I swear it's just an easy way to disperse negative energy when something kinda catches you off gaurd or whatever !!

•i feel like he would live in a really blank apartment: white walls, white sheets, white floors, minimal furniture—everything minimal. except for just a bunch of 80s posters everywhere. you walk into this man's apartment and you are met with micheal Jackson, jaws, Whitney Houston, breakfast club, back to the future, all that shit.

• he is a germaphobe. I can just feel it. Not really with physical contact—but more public spaces. He refuses to touch and door handles, railings, or anything unless there is a sink or hand sanitizer nearby. he probably just watched to much science shit from being left unattended when he was younger it its just built up a fear in him

• he tryst to get the gang to do ' team building activities ' like EVERY weekend. he does actually succeed sometimes. Such activities can include: twister, karaoke, board games / video games ( family game night 🤭 ) , disco parties. you get it.

• he is a horrible cook. he may have been left unattended but he still had plenty of butlers around to make him food thus removing the need to learn how to himself. he probably makes the worst concoctions known to man—like the shit you find on the lunch trays of feral middleschools that dare their friends to eat the mashed-potatoe-chocolate-milk-bannana-bean-taco-meat-old-hard-chelse kinda shit. we all have some horrific war flashback in mind. and he thinks he is a CHEF.

• despite that he probably makes really good smoothies!! being a gym trainer and everything he got really good at it and will craft the most heavenly shakes and smoothies to ever bless your tounge.

• ummmmmm love language physical touch who?? brett, that's who. not even romantically but he just loves physical contact. words are hard. hugs are not.

• he probably think he is like a Disney princess and is a friend to all animals and for the most part he is but bird are definitely his worst enemy I can 100% see him getting his ass bit by a goose or getting shit on by a duck while trying to feed it bread. reagan probably had to give him a lesson om why he shouldn't give ducks bread too. he cried when he found out why that's a no no.

• he surfs duh

[burned-lariat]

I love my trend of watching two movies on select home flights. The last time I did it, I watched Lady Bird and Love, Simon. I enjoyed both.

This time, I watched The Whale and Bodies Bodies Bodies and...hmm.

The Whale

I'll get this out of the way: Brendan Fraser EARNED that damn award. EARNED IT. His performance was fantastic. Close second to Hong Chau (Liz the nurse). Otherwise, there wasn't much to engage with. The plot was fairly non-existent (I think we were watching this man just kill himself, and thus, it was the "plot"). I was constantly gaslit to think Ellie was worth investment, especially by Charlie, though it's debatable on whether or not he's meant to be listened to (considering how he was never shown to be a liar, seems like his take was meant to be correct). You could've done without Thomas - he was unneeded. I get it's based on a play, but you mean to tell me that the script writer and Aronofsky couldn't toy with certain elements more?

I also think the movie was too short to do what the staff wanted it to do. I saw I was about 80 minutes in, and almost nothing had happened. Nothing progressed the "plot" beyond Charlie's eating disorder as he marched further and further, and this "reconnection" with Ellie was on an infinite loop that was very unearned at the end of the film. I think there could've been something there with having characters like Ellie and Thomas craft deeper empathy upon seeing Charlie's plight, where Ellie understands that her father's decisions are not on a black-and-white binary and Thomas steps out of the fanaticism circle (plus it gives the character more relevance). Liz worked just fine in her role, and she was a high point story-wise. Same with the ex-wife, though her only being in one sequence and having their past all dumped in a lone monologue really is a bummer. Fraser and Chau were great, but the rest couldn't get there.

6/10.

Bodies Bodies Bodies

About 20 mins in, when someone described the BBB game, I realized I'm just basically watching an IRL game of Among Us go wrong and had to hunker down. I actually did find myself quite bored down the stretch, mostly between deaths, because there was just a bunch of walking around and dead air during the hurricane. Each of the characters had the depth of a puddle, even for the characters that were meant to have more than that (like Bee and Sophie). The acting was hit or miss - I think Stenberg was the best of the bunch, Davidson was fine for his limited time, Sennott swung between great and flat, and everyone else was just kind of dull. I didn't care about them. There was nothing to engage with. I don't need to like you, I need to engage with you, and if I can't get that, then it's a wash because I stop caring.

I also think this film suffered from being too short, and I'd actually argue that Bee isn't needed. You could still have the plot work without the end twist (it was dumb!!) and having Sophie as the sole lead, where her return after rehab and the subsequent playing of the game outs all the drama. Speaking of drama, much of these characters' histories were told to me. I want to see it, not be told it. Why not have people mention a memory or flinch on a trigger over behavior instead of dialogue dumps of content (which I'll get to) and constantly saying "oh we're longtime besties!!" every other sentence?

Speaking of, good God did this movie just spill the details of the group's qualms practically unprovoked. We didn't get to see it in nuanced performances or context clues via presence and scenery and dialogue: we got EXPOSITION DUMPS. Jordan's beef about Sophie? Teased for a scene or two in the very beginning, left out to dry for a while, and then dumped en masse when she squared off with Bee and Sophie. Max and David beefing over Emma? Two mini conversations about it with no clues teasing such (like if the idea is that they wanna dangle Max as the red herring, they could leave inside jokes or teases that point in his direction like making David's injuries around the black eye). Max doesn't show up at all until the very last scene, so what was the point of him even being brought up or included? What is the point of everyone dying if the plot unravels to not be a campy murder mystery after all? That's not fun!

If this was meant to lampoon Gen Z/Tik Tok culture and how people like the group bastardize mental health language & AAVE, it did not come across that way to me. It came off as those stereotypes playing Among Us But You Actually Die (and even then it's a stretch considering the ending).

4/10.

[uglymothwife]

I don’t usually get personal here but I also don’t really have someone to share this with, I’m not close with family and I just need to so here we are.

I lost my grandmother, nana, this week, she passed on Friday morning. Her death was very sudden and unexpected. It still feels like some horrible elaborate joke to me, I keep waiting for someone to reveal she’s still here, and it hurts like I can’t even begin to explain.

I’ve been thinking of her constantly this weekend. She was the most bubbly energetic person I’ve known in my life, right up to the end. She loved to dance and laugh, she was a powerhouse. Many times when I saw her as an adult she would strike a pose and say “don’t I look good? How old do you think I am” and then proudly declare she looked like this at her age.

When I was a kid I used to have sleepovers at her house. She had a room in her house with a tv, a huge collection of movies, and a comfy couch bed, it was decorated with so much over the top animal print, much like how she dressed, and pillows and little knick knacks of giraffes. She loved Marilyn Monroe and she was very theatrical, so naturally I remember watching a lot of her favorites with her like phantom of the opera and some like it hot. She always made brownies when we came over, and we would have English tea and she would tell me about her family and life back in England. She was so involved with what her grandkids loved and was always encouraging us. I have many memories of sitting in her house and drawing with my cousins and sister and how she was so proud of anything we did. My sister, who couldn’t have been older than 7 at the time drew a picture of George Harrison off some Beatles poster nana had nearby and nana had it hung up on the fridge for years. When I was a preteen and read the first twilight book I told nana about it and she got caught up and she LOVED it. She took me to the bookstore to pick up new moon that summer. Some of my cousins were very into Harry Potter, and nana read every book and saw every movie, she used to tell us it reminded her of home, and I remember her bawling her eyes out and sobbing in the theater when dumbledore was killed.

Another thing about nana is that she was a proudly out gay woman. In the south. In her 80s. She had a wife that she loved so much that we lost just months ago as well. I always found their relationship so inspiring, even before I really knew I was queer myself. One of the last phone calls I had with her was about her wife after she passed, and the pain she felt, and some of the troubles that came with a funeral for a gay woman. She and her wife were mentors to queer teens and extremely charitable. I never got to tell nana my truth, I never got to tell her how inspiring she was to me because I was scared of what other members of my family would say, I had grown up seeing the way some felt about her and knowing myself they was wrong, but I was still scared and I deeply regret it. Sometimes I feel like deep down she might have always known, she spoke about it openly with me and even mailed me the newspaper clipping when her and her wife were finally able to get married.

I’m not a religious person, but nana was, and I know if heaven is real she’s there with her wife proudly dancing and running around like a bumble bee and laughing. I know she’s proud of the charitable life she lived, of the legacy she’s left behind, and for looking good doing it all the way up to 81 years old. I miss her terribly, I only wish I had more time with her, it feels like a light has gone out in the world. There’s probably a million more things I could share about nana but I’ll stop for now. I love you nana.

[tolbachik]

Hii! Yeah, I know how you feel. I always get so drowsy in the Winter months :/ Also, tysm for your kind words in regards to my SATs! I feel like I did well on the reading and writing sections, but I’m a bit iffy on the math section. Math has never been my strong suit lol

I’m glad to hear that you’re almost out of the thick of it in terms of holiday preparations. I’m in a similar place, where it’s mostly just gift wrapping left. Luckily I don’t have to worry about baking until it gets closer to the date.

Other than SATs and holiday preparations, I’ve mostly just been doing Latin tutoring at my school. We have a couple tests and competitions coming up in the next two months, but luckily after that it’ll mostly slow down :] How about you? What have you been up to as of late? :D

Choosing my favorite DEVO songs was difficult, but I think I’d have to go with Shrivel-Up, Cold War, and Gates of Steel! I’ll definitely check out Oh No! It's DEVO! next :D

My favorite Talking Heads songs would probably have to be Moon Rocks, Crossedeyed and Painless, New Feeling, and This Must Be the Place! My favorite 80’s King Crim songs are Frame by Frame, Neurotica, and Man With An Open Heart, but I love the entirety of Discipline.

I started listening to Neurovision while writing this, and so far I really love the songs A/B, Plus de distance, and Soul Waves! I’ll definitely check out Wonderful World and Birds and Bees next :] I never knew that the Mael brothers worked with Telex! I always love to hear about how bands connect with each other. A couple months ago I tried to make a chart showing the connections between different 70’s/80’s musicians, but I gave up because of just how many different connections there were lol

Also, outside of music, what else are you into? It could be anything: books, movies, hobbies, interests :D

I hope you have a great day, and good luck with the rest of your holiday preparations! :]

- 🎲

Hello again! I hope you had a good day today!

Yeah, it can be hard! I’m not sure where you live, but where I live the sun’s already low in the sky by like 1PM, setting like only a few hours later. I love the cold of winter, but the lack of sun definitely is rough!

I’m glad you feel you did well on those sections! I get that about math, though. The way it’s taught in schools is so hard to get through sometimes, they rush through concepts way too quickly! If you did poorly on that section, don’t beat yourself up too much; a lot of people struggle with it! Myself included lol

Oh wow, that’s so neat!! I hope that’s been going well for you, that sounds like a lot of fun! I used to take Latin classes too when I was younger, actually! I don’t remember much, sadly, but it was definitely a lot of fun. What level would you say you’re at? If you’re tutoring, sounds pretty high! It sounds like you’re pretty busy, so I hope you find some time to relax soon. You deserve it!

As for me, not much these past few days, honestly. I’ve been a bit under the weather, but I’ll get through it! I think the most exciting thing in the past few weeks that I’ve done was use my telescope for the first time in ages, which was pretty exciting! It’s not very big and I’m still getting used to it, but it was really nice being able to see some of the planets and a few deep space objects with my own eyes. It’s been a bit cloudy on top of me being sick, so I haven’t been able to go out for awhile, but I’m looking forward to the next time that I can! Apart from that, I also wrote a bit more in a novel I’m writing, but I’ll cover that later since this is getting a bit long 👍

Ooh, those are all great! I nearly forgot about Shrivel Up, that one is definitely one of their more Serious songs I think lol. It is hard picking though, isn’t it? I had to go through all the songs I had saved in order to remember which ones I liked the most lol

I’ll have to listen to those songs, then! I haven’t given much love to Talking Heads, unfortunately. I like David Byrne and the band, I just never really did a deep dive into their work 😭 For you, I’ll give it a go when I can then! I’d really like to, their style is very interesting! Same for King Crimson, honestly. I liked some of Giles, Giles, and Fripp’s stuff, but never went beyond them!

Aww, I’m so glad you like it! I’m not sure if it’s on YouTube anymore, but they had an extended release awhile ago with a bunch of b-sides and English versions of songs, including Plus de Distance. Those are great songs, I’m glad you enjoyed them! I hope you enjoy those albums as well, then! They’re definitely a bit different than Neurovision, but still pretty good. At first I only cared about Neurovision, but when I saw they did a remaster of all their work, I decided to give everything a listen again. I’m glad I did, I barely listen to Neurovision now compared to the other two!

Aw man, I’m glad I’m not alone! I remember when I was really into this one band called New Musik I started doing something like that too. Their front went on to become a producer, so it was neat to see who all he went on to work with! I wonder if anyone’s ever put together a web of that sort of stuff?

Aside from music, I like to write, research for said writing, cook, and if I get the energy, do art too! I don’t share my writing or art very often, though. I have an art blog, but I never really post on it since I just don’t have the time or energy, y’know? It’s at @tolbachik-art, if you’re interested! I’m still very much so am still a beginner, that’s for sure lol

You as well, I hope you have a great day tomorrow! Take care, and take it easy!

[allbeendonebefore]

dudes be out posting selfies with fish they caught and then there’s me

ah the thrill of the hunt

[lucamoon22]

Are Youse An Angel? (Albert DaSilva x Fem!Reader) (Newsies)

A/n: hell yes :)

Summary: You needed newspapers for an art project, so you found the nearest newsie and bought... more than one pape, to say the least

Warnings: uhhh, none i think? probably some swearing somewhere in here, otherwise just pure fluff and happiness

Reader uses she/her pronouns, and is kind of a ditz. i just wanted some pure fluff ok?

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~3rd POV~

The sun was shining, the headline was boring, life was as good as it could be for Albert and the rest of the Newsies.

Albert, Race, and Elmer were in line to get their papes for the day, messin’ around with eachother and what not.

“Hey, Albert I bet you that you can’t sell 100 papes before the end of the day.” Racer said while punching Albert in the shoulder.

“Ooh! Ooh! I’ll tap in too!” Elmer said, fishing out coins from his pockets since they were close to the front.

“Alright bet.” Albert was sure he could do this.

~Skip to 11:50 am~

Ok it wasn’t going as well as he thought it would go, he had only sold 20 papes so far. It wasn’t a bad start, but it could’ve been better. Albert sighed and looked around to see if there were any selling opportunities.

That’s when a girl came around the corner, looking like she was in a rush and a little confused too, as if she’s never been in the neighborhood. Once she turned and saw Albert her face lit up. And, oh my god, Albert thought he was dreaming. She must have been an angel, no one could look that radiant. She had (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that just seemed to sparkle. 

She walked up to him, and he could just melt right then and there with the smile she gave him.

“Hi, um, are you selling newspapers?”

“Well, yes I am, Gorgeous.”

She smiled shyly and looked down, “Um how many papers do you have left?”

Well that was an odd question, but he answered anyway, “About 80 papes if I counted right.”

“Ok! So c-can I buy all 80 of them?” She asked, looking up again and staring him right in the eyes, nervousness shown clearly in her eyes.

Albert was confused to say the least, what could she need 80 papes for even? How was she going to carry them back to... wherever she was going to? She definitely wasn’t a newsie trying to buy off from another newsie, her clothes were enough to show that.

“I- uh- Yeah, if you want all 80 then you should probably take the bag too, Miss.”

“Oh thank you so much! I promise I’ll return the bag back to you, what’s your name so I know who to return it to?”

“The name’s Albert.” Albert was too dazed to process much at that moment as he handed the girl his bag, this girl just bought 80 papes, fucking 80! 

“Ok, here’s your money, I think that should cover all of it, thank you so much Albert.” She said before she ran back the way she came.

Albert looked down into his hand and- holy shit. There in his hand sat a $5 bill. ‘Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod’ He made a bee-line for Jacobi’s, still processing what happened as he gripped onto the bill.

~At Jacobi’s~

Everyone was sitting peacefully, talking and what not.

“Hey, where’s Albert? He’s usually here before me and Les.” Davey said and went to sit with Jack, Crutchie, Race, Elmer, and Mush, with Les walking behind him.

“Well, Elmer and I bet him that he couldn’t sell 100 papes before the day ended so-” Before Race could finish what he was going to say, the aforementioned boy came barreling through the front doors.

“Guys! Guys! You won’t believe it! I’m RICH!” Now that caught everybodies attention, it’s not every day you have a newsie exclaim their rich at lunch hours. Jack pulled out a chair for Albert, the dude looked like he had ran from Brooklyn and back in the span of two minutes.

“Hey, you alright there Al? Davey could you get some water for him?” Davey nodded at Jack and went to get some water.

“Oh I’m better than alright.” The boy took a pause to breathe for a moment, he may be fast but in his excitement he tripped a few times and had to slow a bit.

“Dude you look redder than a tomato. Also where’s your bag and papes? Race said you bought 100 this morning?” Crutchie asked, worry shown clear on his face.

Davey came back with some water and Albert drank it gratefully. Davey sat back down and eyed Albert, wondering what the idiot did now.

After Albert finished the water he immediately told everyone what happened, and at the end of his story he showed the $5 bill to the group.

“Holy shit!”

“No way.”

Several exclamations were heard around the table, but all Albert could think of was that dazzling face of hers. A face and personality that caught his heart in less than five minutes.

“Damn it, we lost the bet.” Elmer pouted, not wanting to admit defeat. Race just smirked at Elmer and said, “I think the bet is the least of our worries. He looks like a lovestruck fool right now.”

And what Race said was absolutely true, the boy had flushed cheeks and a dopey grin on his face, just staring into nothing.

“Ok, come on Lover Boy, lets get you back to the Lodge.”

“Hm? Yeah, ok.”

“Oh, brother.”

~Later That Day~

Once everything had calmed down and all the Newsies were back at the Lodge, everyone just sat and talked, some playing card games, some upstairs sleeping, and some doing god knows what.

Albert, Race, Crutchie, and Jack were all sitting with eachother, talking and what not. All of a sudden a knock came from the front door.

“I got it!” Romeo went and opened up the door, and once he did he went almost slack jawed but managed to pull him self together. “Why hello there, Beautiful. May I help you?” Everyone quieted down and listened to what was happening.

“Um, actually, I’m looking for an Albert?” Oh my god, it was the angel, the dazzling girl who caught his heart. Once he heard her voice he bolted up and went to the door, lightly knocking Romeo out of the way.

“Oh! Albert, so you do live here, I was hoping my instincts were right, anyway uh- here’s your bag.” Albert took the bag out of her hands gently and looked at the bag. 

“Um, so you see some paint got splattered on it by accident so I thought I might as well try and make it look like they were supposed to be there, I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have even-”

“It’s looks amazing, Gorgeous.” Albert inspected the bag and the newly painted design on it. It was of a city skyline- Manhattan’s skyline- with the sun setting in the back.

“I’m glad you like it.” She smiled and looked up into his eyes, which also looked up from the bag. Albert glanced behind and stepped out of the entrance while closing the door, trying to get some privacy with her.

“I never got to ask what your name was, or would you like me to keep calling you Gorgeous?”

She laughed and looked down, “My name is (Y/n), although Gorgeous doesn’t sound so bad either.”

“Well may I offer to take you out tomorrow? Just explore the city with me?”

“What time?”

“I could pick you up at noon?”

“So, it’s a date?”

“It’s a date.”

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i’m actually kind of proud of this one, hope you all like it, also my request box should be working? idk but it’s open for suggestions :)