#look at them both gesturing wildly lol

[thedeviousdevilxx]

Slash & Duff!

(from GnR's videos on Instagram, Bucharest/Budapest)

[heartf4iry]

punishment — abby anderson x reader

hi everyone :) first time writing abby + smut…. i didn’t know where i was going w this but! it’s not very long & i hope u like !! kisskiss 💋

cw: 18+ please!!!! fem!reader, lil oral & a lil nipple sucking (both r!recieving) a lil degradation, kindaaa mean abby, dom!abby, sub!reader, & petnames, like sweetheart, baby, doll (obvious idk how to tag things lol!)

<3

with dating abby, you’ve learned that she likes things to be orderly, safe, according to plan. when it came to you, she was always extra attentive, making sure that your needs were met, giving her all for your safety. she wanted her girl happy.

she was always the one to give you lectures and keep things holding together. abby was heavy on structure. though today, when things spiraled a little out of control, she realized how ungrateful you could be after everything she’s done for you.

so now, here you two were, in your shared bedroom where she was going to set things straight.

“tell me why you’re in trouble.” her voice sounds, piercing the silence in the room. you want to say the right thing, but your mind is blank. with your heart pounding wildly and threatening to jump out of your chest, it was hard to think of anything.

you stay quiet for a second longer before muttering. “i don’t know, abby.”

“you don’t know?” she chuckles, threatening eyes looking you up and down with pity.

“no, abby! you just wanted to get all mad and leave early like nothing even happened! it was a party. of course i was going to have fun.” you complain, lifting up a hand in confusion.

abby feels a switch go off in her head. she looks off to the side at the floor, nodding to herself. “alright. we’ll it do this way, then.”

“take off your clothes.” abby ordered, tone sharp. she sat on the edge of the bed with her palms flat on the sheets behind her, silvery eyes locking with yours as she waited for you to begin undressing. when you stood there, dumbly, without any movement, she rolled her eyes with a sigh, becoming impatient.

“know you heard me. i said take your clothes off. strip, now.” she was louder the second time, her orders making you fumble with the hem of your shirt before you began to pull it over your head. you knew abby wasn't fond of repeating herself, but your mind was racing a million miles per hour and all you wanted to do was please her, which only made you anxious.

you threw your shirt across the room somewhere, beginning to shimmy out of your pants. you were incredibly aroused, legs feeling like jelly as you undressed under abby’s intimidating gaze. when you stepped out of one pantsleg, you felt how much wetness already pooled into your underwear.

“bra and panties off too.” she reminded you, but you hesitated—already slipped into obedience but not quite sure what she was going to do with you yet.

“a-abby-“

“what did i just tell you?” she stood, leaning closer to you. her height made you want to shrink into a corner. “you’re gonna wanna listen, sweetheart, or you won’t like where this is going. got it?”

you nodded nonetheless, and abby sat back down with bulging arms crossing over her chest. you let your hands wander to your back, unhooking your bra. abby watched the material fall to the floor, licking her lips at the sight of your hardening nipples.

your panties came after. slowly, you pulled them down your legs, cheeks burning in embarrassment as abby tsked with the shake of her head at the line of slick that followed.

“you’re sick, y’know that?” she looks up at you with her brows raised, before she gestured for you to sit on her lap. you straddle her, carefully, feeling hot all over at the fact that you were completely bare, and abby was fully clothed. but that only made your clit throb humiliatingly between your thighs.

“you like getting off to me scolding you?” her voice was tender, soft, teasing, tickle of her breath on your lips erupting goosebumps all over your body.

“saw how wet you are,” she whispered, and you knew what she was doing. you couldn’t help but feel like melting into mush under her touch. her large hands rubbed up and down your sides, then squeezed ever so gently at the fat of your thighs, thumbs rubbing tiny circles across your skin.

a wave of warmth surged in your core at being this close to her, wanting her big arms to wrap and nuzzle you into her chest. your eyes were fluttering, trying to keep them open, eyes open—needing to kiss her, wanting to feel her tongue slide in your mouth, so badly. that is, until her fingers pinch one of your nipples, rubbing the skin harshly which snaps you out of your daydream.

“answer me, baby. don’t make me repeat myself.” you panted, heartbeat thumping in your ears. “y-yeah, i-i like it. like it a lot,”

“pathetic girl,” she chuckled, leaning forward to take your nipple into her mouth. the hotness of her tongue sent electricity through your body, the pink muscle swirling and sucking at the bud. you were squirming over her, grabbing and pulling her head impossibly closer than she already was. “a-abby, pleaseplease don’t stop—“

despite your words she detached, a trail of saliva following. silvery blue eyes darting between your glossy, hooded ones. “you want me to stop?”

“no! nono, please keep going, i’ll be good i’ll be—please abby, just—anything, please,” you pleaded, words coming out in jumbles and babbles. your clit was pulsing hotly now, slick probably drooling onto abby’s pants.

“well, since you asked so nicely,” you almost regret begging when you see a twinkle of something appear in her eye. you’re not sure what it is, but it’s not comforting.

“go. lay on the bed.” she nodded her head sideways, and you quickly follow, crawling onto the sheets and scooting up toward the headboard so your head was against the pillows.

abby comes between your legs, spreading them wide with her hands on your knees before they slide to your inner thighs. she traces circles with her thumb on the sensitive skin, every feathery touch making things all the worse. you bite your lip, hard, the familiar metallic taste of blood seeping onto your tongue.

“you’re so fucking wet, baby. s’gorgeous, my gorgeous girl…” she mumbles, almost to herself. your brows furrow when she uses her thumbs to spread your lips, watching the stickiness of your folds part.

“hope you didn’t forget you’re still on punishment, doll. not even started with you yet,” she speaks quietly, eyes trained on your drooling cunt. she leans forward as if she’s smelling you, and you can feel her warm breath against your clit—which makes you shudder, clenching around nothing.

“eager, are we?” she looks up at you, and before you can even nod she’s swiping her tongue once up your messy folds. you jolt, a strangled whine coming out from your throat.

“suggest you get comfortable, sweetheart. i’m not stopping until you’ve understood why you’re in trouble.”

[neewtmas]

hello my lovely!! i almost forgot to request a blurb from your advent calendar! i'd love it if you could write something fluffy and angst for george x fem!reader (she/her pronouns), with the prompts "You're jealous aren't you?" "I'm not jealous.", and "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do."

thank you again lisa!! you are an absolute diamond <33

ALLIE!!!! first of all, thank you for sending me the perfect prompts I love me some jealousy <3333

Secondly, I know I said I'd post these on the 24th, but I honestly just majorly underestimated 1) how busy I would be and 2) how absolutely unable I am to write something short

so I now have a 1.7k words blurb for you here (is that still a blurb? who knows lol), I hope you enjoy!!!

masterlist

Lucy shoved the entrance door closed with her elbow, both hands occupied with heavy bags containing a week's worth of groceries. The thin straps were cutting rather painfully into her fingers, and she didn’t bother removing her boots before walking into the kitchen. She was surprised to see George sitting on one of the chairs, one of his comics open in front of him on the table. But instead of reading, he was staring off into the distance. His grim expression could have probably pulverised a ghost on the spot.

“Why are you sitting over here?” Lucy asked as she set down the bags on the counter. When she had left, he had been in the living room with Lockwood and Y/N. George just made an indescribable noise and picked up his comic, a clear sign that he didn’t want to talk. Lucy shrugged and turned her attention back to the bags full of groceries. When she was done putting everything away, George hadn’t moved at all, his eyes still trained on the pages in front of him, though it was obvious that he wasn’t reading. She knew there was no use in trying to talk to him, so she made her way over to the living room.

When she pushed open the door, she immediately knew why George had fled the scene. Lockwood and Y/N sat on the couch, Lockwood holding open one of the many gossip magazines that were strewn all over the library and living room. Y/N was peering over his shoulder as they read an article together, giggling at something that Lockwood had pointed out on the page. Lucy bit back a smile. No wonder George was in such a sour mood.

“Lucy! You’re back!” LISA turned away from the magazine and Lockwood, smiling at her. “Have you seen George?” Lucy pointed back over her shoulder. “He’s sitting in the kitchen. He’s not in a very good mood though, I’m afraid.” LISA’s face fell. “Why?” Lucy shrugged. “No idea. Why don’t you go and ask him?” The girl immediately jumped up and pushed past her.

Lucy padded over to the couch and flopped down next to Lockwood. “You know you’re driving George crazy with that, right?” Lockwood feigned innocence. “With what?” Lucy gestured wildly. “This whole spiel. ‘Y/N, do you wanna read with me?’” She did a very exaggerated Lockwood imitation. “I do not sound like that”, Lockwood said indignantly. But he couldn’t hold back his smile very long. “It’s working though, isn’t it?” “If by working you mean George being in a horrible mood, then yes.” Lockwood shrugged, opening the magazine back up. “He could have her next to him. All he has to do is say something.”

It didn’t take long for Y/N to return. She didn’t come back in though and remained in the doorway. “I’m going to sleep”, she said, giving them a short little wave. “Did you talk to George?”, Lucy asked, surprised to see her again so quickly. She had expected her friend to stay in the kitchen and talk with George for the next few hours, as the two of them so often did. Y/N suddenly looked like a kicked puppy. “He didn’t want to talk to me”, she said quietly. “Made that very clear.” Lucy looked over to Lockwood, who grimaced. “Alright, I’ll join you soon”, Lucy replied. Y/N gave her a short nod and left.

Lucy waited for the sound of her footsteps on the stairs before she turned to Lockwood. “You took it too far”, she said quietly. Lockwood dropped his magazine, raising his hands defensively. “I didn’t do anything. It’s not like we were making out or anything.” Lucy rolled her eyes and got up. “Where are you going?” “Damage Control”, she said curtly.

In the kitchen, George was still sitting in the same spot. Lucy pulled out a chair and sat down. “What did you say to her?” George seemed slightly surprised at her direct question. “Nothing”, he finally said, looking down on his hands. “Well, Y/N looked like she was about to cry, so it was probably not ‘nothing’.” George winced at Lucy’s sharp tone. “I didn’t want to take away from her quality time with Lockwood.” The last part he practically spit out. Lucy leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” George looked at her incredulously. “I’m not jealous”, he said quickly. “What would I even be jealous of?”

“That it’s Lockwood who gets to be close to her and not you.”

Lucy watched with amusement as his cheeks reddened and he silently opened and closed his mouth, not finding the words to dispute her claims. It wasn’t often she got to see George like this - flustered and scrambling for words. “That’s not true”, he finally said weakly. “It is, and we both know it. I suggest you think about how you can make it up to her.” Lucy stood back up. Before she closed the door behind her, she turned around again. “Or else Lockwood might be the one to swoop in and comfort her.” She didn’t wait for George’s reaction and instead made her way up the stairs. She knew that last comment was unnecessary and cruel, but maybe that was just what George needed.

In their room in the attic, Y/N was sprawled out on their shared bed, staring at the ceiling. She did not move as Lucy sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you okay?”, she asked after a moment of silence. Y/N let out a long drawn-out sigh. “I think he hates me”, she said quietly, but the hurt in her voice was loud and clear. Lucy grabbed her hand. It pained her to see her best friend like this. “He doesn’t. He could never.” Y/N turned her head to look at her, tears shimmering in her eyes. “He wouldn’t even speak to me, Lucy. I’m nothing to him.” Lucy squeezed her hand, silently cursing George. “Y/N, you are everything to him. I promise you.” The silence that followed hung heavy in the air. “I feel so stupid for thinking that one day we might be something more than friends.” Y/N paused, avoiding looking at Lucy. “Sometimes I’m not even sure if we are friends at all.”

Lucy had to hold back a scoff. It felt surreal sitting here and hearing Y/N talk like this when on the other side there was George who was so obviously, painfully head over heels for her. “Yeah, I’m not sure if friends is the right word for what you are”, she finally said. “What do you mean?” “Friends don’t look at each other the way you two do”, Lucy simply said. Y/N hid her face in one of the pillows. “You’ve said that so many times. I just can’t believe it”, she mumbled into the fabric. Just at that moment, a knock sounded at the door. “Come in!” Lucy called before Y/N could protest. The door creaked open and George hesitantly stepped into the room. “Well, time to find out”, Lucy said and got up. “That is your chance. Don’t fuck it up”, she said quietly as she walked past George, pushing him towards the bed and Y/N.

George had his hands buried in the pockets of his jeans and winced as the sound of Lucy closing the door echoed through the room. Not daring to look at Y/N he slowly made his way over to the bed. He wasn’t sure if sitting down would be overstepping a boundary, so he stood awkwardly, looking anywhere except at the girl in the bed in front of him. “You can sit down.” He hated how small her voice sounded but did what she said and sat down at the very edge of the mattress.

When the silence became unbearable, he finally spoke up. “I’m sorry. For earlier. I shouldn’t have ignored you like that.” He forced himself to look at her, and his chest tightened at the sadness in her eyes. “It’s okay”, she replied but he shook his head. “It’s not. It was absolutely uncalled for. You did nothing wrong, I was just… on edge.” A pause.

“Why?”

George’s throat felt dry, and he nervously clasped his hands together in his lap. “I – It’s hard to explain, I –“ The words died in his throat as he felt her warm hand coming to rest on his. He looked down and then at her, and suddenly he knew that he just had to say what he was feeling. The inevitable rejection be damned, he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer.

“I hate seeing you with Lockwood”, he blurted out. “I get so jealous.” Immediately, he wished he could take his words back. What was he thinking? But much to his surprise, Y/N didn’t pull her hand away. She also didn’t laugh at him. Instead, she sat up. “Jealous?”, she asked softly, and his stomach dropped with the way she looked at him. He hated when that happened – one look from her and he forgot every word he ever knew. “I –“ His voice gave out, his heart now beating out of his chest. This was going terribly. “Yes, George?” Y/N looked at him with big eyes, and it was then he noticed how much closer she had gotten to him. It wouldn’t take much to just reach out and -

Looking back at that moment, he didn’t know who it was that initiated the kiss, he just knew that from one second to the other, his lips were on hers. His mind went blank, and for a short while his entire world was only her, her soft lips, the little noise she made as his hand found the back of her head without even thinking about it. She pulled away from him slightly, and he had to stop himself from leaning forward to chase her lips for another kiss. “Wow”, he breathed out. She didn’t say anything, instead leaning forward to close the gap between them again.

[griddlebait]

have just seen your comment about the deleted scene where harrow takes pictures of cam and gideon wrestling and omg👀 i would die to see even a snippet of it

i’m not sure where to share it so i’ll just post it here under the cut!!

for anyone coming across this post: this is a deleted snippet from my fanfic, i imagine it probably won’t make a lot of sense without the context of the fic (ch 9 specifically) lol

Coronabeth planted the heels of her hands firm against Gideon’s shoulders, staring down at her with flushed cheeks. She sat heavily on Gideon’s hips, her eyes flashing wildly.

“Now get me off,” Corona told her. Gideon only smiled, a little confused, so Coronabeth shook her, a mix of frustration and amusement lighting up her lovely features. “Gideon, you’re supposed to fight me off of you.”

Was she? Gideon didn’t want to fight Coronabeth off at all, she wanted to put her hands on her big, soft thighs and—

Ianthe did a loud, horrendous impression of a buzzer. “You lose, Gizzard.”

Coronabeth cackled, sliding off of Gideon’s lap. The humiliation was immediate. Gideon sat up from the floor, cheeks burning.

“It’s not fair to make me go against Coronabeth,” she said. “Whose idea was that?”

“Yours,” Harrow said bitterly. She was sitting next to Ianthe on the couch with a pillow shoved between them, which Gideon found both hilarious and immensely satisfying. “You were too scared to go against Camilla.”

Gideon said, affronted, “I wasn’t scared.”

Camilla, from the bottom of Harrow’s staircase, said, “seemed like it to me.”

Even Palamedes smiled over that. Even Harrow. Today, it seemed, was Bully Gideon and Make Her Feel So Embarrassed Day.

“Fine!” Gideon said. “Come on, Cam. Harrow, get your camera ready.”

Harrow seemed startled. In a weird, twitchy movement, she rose from the couch and went to the edge of the living room, where the coffee table had been shoved out of the way. She grabbed her camera and made a go on gesture.

When Gideon turned her focus back to Cam, she was already in the ring—made out of pillows and less-loved books—cracking her knuckles. She was giving Gideon that look, the one where it was like she could see right through you. It got no less unnerving with time.

“Are you done checking me out?” Gideon asked.

Camilla flicked her cool, murky eyes up to Gideon’s. She shrugged. “Nothing I haven’t noticed before.”

Which, okay, she didn’t have to say it like that.

Gideon shook out her shoulders and they got into a starting position.

Corona called out, “One, two. . . GO!”

And fuck, Cam was fast. Gideon didn’t have the chance to pull out any of the moves Pyrrha had shown her—Cam simply hooked her ankle around Gideon’s knee, did a little pull motion, and brought her straight to the ground.

The blankets they’d laid out did not soften the blow as much as one would hope—but it wasn’t that bad. Gideon managed to roll over and push onto her knees, knocking Cam off balance with her shoulder. She had only a few seconds to stand before Camilla was on her again, and then they did some weird song and dance that ended with their arms tangled, face to face.

Cam’s expression was utterly relaxed, cheeks only just barely starting to warm. Her eyes were focused, calculating, never still. Until they met Gideon’s, where, for a moment, they froze. And then she smiled.

In Gideon’s defense, that was never not disarming.

She had no time to react; Camilla did the fucking ankle thing again. This time they were attached at the elbows, so it sent them both tumbling back to the floor. They fought to untangle their arms, both trying to be the one who got free first, which only made it more difficult—Camilla took the opportunity to fight dirty. She dug her blunt fingernails deep into Gideon’s forearms; Gideon instinctually stopped fighting and Cam slid free, with no small amount of self satisfaction.

“Asshole,” Gideon said, and then she lunged forward.

They flopped around, legs wrapped around legs, rolling and rolling until Camilla managed to pin Gideon to the floor face down, legs on either side of her waist, hands behind her back. Gideon struggled, but Cam only tightened her thighs. She pressed her body down, forcing Gideon to flatten against the floor. Her hair fell against Gideon’s neck—surprisingly soft. How was she so good at this? See, spy. What the fuck.

Coronabeth counted to three. Ianthe did the buzzer impression again.

“Ugh,” Gideon groaned, shoving Cam off once her victory was announced. She rolled onto her back, panting and staring up at the ceiling. “This is so fucked.”

Harrow was never going to bet on her after this.

Speak of the Devil, and may She appear; Harrow showed up above Gideon like a dark cloud. She hovered by Gideon’s side, pointing her camera, hesitating. The final nail in Gideon’s coffin of humiliation came in the form of Harrow stepping over her body so that she had a foot planted on either side. She aimed the camera at Gideon head-on; her face surely flushed and sweaty and gross; her arms splayed out on either side. A perfect depiction of defeat.

Gideon raised her middle finger as the flash went off.

—

This was a later scene but it was also deleted, so BONUS:

The bulk of these pictures were from the pathetic attempt at wrestling practice. Harrow had taken the first few sparingly, when Gideon and Coronabeth were wrestling, because that had gone by quickly and Gideon wasn’t even fighting back. But then she’d wanted to wrestle Camilla, and had told Harrow to take pictures. So Harrow did. She pressed down the button mindlessly, over and over, stepping around as they rolled across the floor. Griddle was becoming obsessed with pictures of herself, she’d want to see it from every angle.

Some of the shots were blurry, or pointed at the floor when Harrow had taken her eye from the viewfinder—throwaway. The pictures she put into the keep pile were more or less the same; Gideon and Camilla in various stages of their fight, skin to skin, shades of brown mingling, hard lines of firm muscles pressed together.

Harrow shuffled through them at a record breaking pace.

Camilla flipped through the keep stack. “Do I label all of these the same, or should I number them?” She asked. “Gideon vs. Camilla, left angle, from the bottom, number 3?”

Harrow’s blood warmed and she said, “whatever you think is best. They’re for Griddle. Leave out ‘from the bottom’, she’ll take it as a euphemism.”

Camilla made a small noise of acknowledgment. Harrow glanced down, saw Camilla flip over a photo and scribble: Gideon vs. Camilla - left angle number 3 - June 1996.

At the bottom of the photos, Harrow found the last picture from the wrestling practice; Griddle sprawled on the floor, curls sticking to her forehead with sweat, face flushed a few shades darker than usual. She was not sure why she did it, but she did not put this photo in keep, throwaway, or unsure. She shoved it beneath her thigh before Camilla could see. Harrow chalked it up to secondhand embarrassment and left it alone.

[lostinthewiind]

I was wondering maybe a titan shifter reader, like season 1 ish era, and Jean? Angst like he sees reader die and get eaten by a titan, and the entire titan thing like Eren? If that makes sense? I haven’t asked a request in so long I’m rusty lol

Just Another Suicidal Maniac

A/N: SO glad someone requested Jean right off the bat because I'm slowly entering my Jean-girlie era and I'm down bad y'all.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: angst, major-character death, gore

"You seriously worry too much." You dusted off your pants as you stood up, grateful that the only damage done by your rough landing was a couple of bruises and scrapes.

Jean, who was in the middle of said worrying, didn't bother to inspect himself first before giving you a once-over with his wide, brown eyes. "Worry? Me?" Jean mocked before gesturing out wildly to the chaos around the two of you with his ODM blade—Titans roamed the streets freely, hunting the many scouts leaping from rooftop to rooftop. "Wonder what I could possibly be worried about?"

"We've made it out of worse situations than this," you reminded him. "You always do this, you know. You have a tendency to let your imagination run wild and assume the worst possible scenarios."

"I like to be prepared for the worst." He pulled you behind a chimney with him to avoid being seen by a passing Titan. Once the Titan had stumbled out of range, he crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. "Sue me for caring, I guess," he muttered under his breath.

You couldn't help but chuckle. "I appreciate that you care." You held onto the soft moment while you had the chance—these days, they were rare. "I want you to worry about yourself though. If you got injured, or god-forbid killed, because you were worrying about me and not yourself, I'd never be able to forgive myself."

Jean's harsh gaze softened. "That's not-"

"Is that what you want? You want me to live as a guilt-stricken widow?"

"Okay, first of all," Jean rolled his eyes, "you've always told me that if I die, it'll be because of my own stupidity, so don't go acting like you think otherwise now. Secondly, we're not married so you wouldn't be a widow."

"Oh, so now you're gonna die and revoke my widow status."

Jean groaned. "How about I just don't die at all?"

You smiled. "I think that's a good plan."

"Armin!" You both gasped at the same time.

Before either one of you had the chance to draw out the sappy-yet-lighthearted moment any longer, a scream rang out in the distance. The both of you shared a look when you recognized the voice. Only one person was capable of emitting such a shrill cry for help.

Jumping out from behind the relative safety of the chimney, you surveyed the terrain in the direction of the scream. A few smaller Titans who were just barely taller than the surrounding buildings were ambling about, swiping at the air in a desperate attempt to swat the soaring scouts out of the air.

Without even checking to see if Jean was behind you or not—you just assumed he was based on experience fighting together—you fired your ODM tethers into the nearest building and took off toward your distressed friend.

"Don't worry. I'll handle it." Jean flashed a smirk before looping his hands under the girl and lifting her into his arms. He tried to play off the way he stepped back ever-so-slightly to counteract being thrown off balance but both you and Armin noticed.

When you arrived to the scene, you spotted Armin in a narrow alley slashing his blade back and forth at the Titan hand reaching for him. Behind Armin, the unconscious body of a fellow scout—a girl you didn't quite recognize—laid in the shadows. Thankfully for them, the alley was just narrow enough that the only part of the Titan able to fit was its arm; and it's arm wasn't quite long enough to reach.

Dropping down into the alley, you and Jean quickly assessed the situation. "Thank goodness you're here." Armin breathed a sigh of relief and knelt down beside the girl. "I found her unconscious in the street. I was able to drag her in here but I'm too weak to lift her out of here on my own."

"If you try to use your ODM gear with her in your arms you'll both be splatting into the nearest window like a bug," you told him matter-of-factly. "I'll distract the Titan, you and Armin get her out of here on foot."

"That's probably the best-" Armin wasn't able to finish his thought before Jean interjected.

"Are you crazy?" Jean furrowed his brows. "You're starting to sound like Eren and we don't need two suicidal maniacs in the 104th."

Hands on your hips, you eyed him. "You're worrying again, dear Jean. Unless you have a better plan than this is what we're doing."

"Well if you'd give me a minute I'm sure I could come up with something better."

"Not to rush you guys or anything, but I don't think she has a minute." Armin looked down at the unconscious girl and pointed out the blood that was now visibly seeping through her shirt. "She's losing a lot of blood."

"It would be safer if you skipped the killing part and just looped back around after we were safe," Jean said.

Turning your back on the others, you stepped toward the Titan hand just close enough that its large fingers grasped at the air less than a meter in front of your body. "Then it's settled. My plan it is." You scoped out the area the best you could from your position. "I'll go up to the roof and lure the Titan to the right. If I remember the formations correctly, you guys should be able to meet up with Levi's squad if you turn left. From there, you guys can get this girl help and I can loop back around after I've killed this big guy."

"And leave him to devour someone else? No thanks."

One day you would die and it would be a real shame if you hadn't taken every opportunity to truly live beforehand.

Jean opened his mouth to protest some more but by the time the thought had reached the tip of his tongue, you were already on the roof. You forced a quick smile down at the two boys before stepping to the edge of the shingles. You weren't stupid—you knew this plan was risky and dangerous, but that was what you had signed up for when you made the tough decision to join the cadets and then the scouts. As far as you were concerned, the definition of living was the continued decision to keep going in the face of a world full of risky and dangerous decisions.

Gripping the handle of your ODM blade hard, you began to bang it against the edge of the shingles at your feet. "Hey, big guy!" You shouted to direct the Titan's attention to yourself. "Why waste your time with them when I'm so much easier to grab?"

"Game on."

At first, the Titan was much more interested in the three grounded scouts over the single one above it. But then, it seemed to re-assess the situation and conclude that you were right. As soon the Titan's soulless, buggy eyes had locked onto you, you smirked.

As the Titan's hand reached out to grab you, you jumped out of the way at the last second. With the Titan fully committed to the chase now, you took off toward the right.

Jumping from building to building, you had to be careful not to stumble with the unsteady footing beneath you; the shingles on the rooves were old and slightly loose, and every time the Titan's hand slammed into the roof behind you in attempt to capture its prey, you had to re-steady yourself.

Glancing back over your shoulder for a brief moment, you were pleased to see that Jean and Armin had almost carried the girl all the way to the end of the street in the opposite direction. With a triumphant smile on your face and the belief that the plan was going to be a success, you began mapping out the area and deciding how best to maneuver killing this Titan when the time came. Your plan, however, was a foolish one plagued by one major rookie mistake; you had forgotten to account for the fact that there was never just one Titan to deal with.

As you fired your ODM tethers into a building across the street, you failed to survey the ground below you before stepping off the ledge. One second, you were gliding easily through the air and the next, a smaller Titan had leapt up from the street, mouth snapping shut. There was a blinding pain in your right leg and when your instincts kicked in, you shot yourself away from the Titan.

Without the capacity to plan any further ahead than getting out of immediate danger, you soon found yourself smacking against the cobblestone street hard due to not tethering yourself to another building in your attempt to escape.

What you felt was the paralyzing inability to save yourself.

You cried out as your body skidded against the ground a meter or so before slowing to a stop. Your vision was blurry from hitting your head a couple of times but when you looked down to assess the damage, you felt your blood run cold at the absence of your right foot.

A puddle of bright red blood was quickly pooling from your fresh stump and all ability to think critically had gone out the window. Shock had frozen you in place so much so that you didn't even notice the Titan approaching you or Jean screaming your name until it was too late. You knew you should get up and try your hardest to get out of there; that no matter how futile the attempt, you had to at least try. But right then, what you knew and what you felt were two vastly different things.

Jean, who was about to watch you die.

Eyes slowly travelling up to the Titan looming over you, you suddenly wished you had listened to Jean. Jean, who only ever looked out for your best interest because he truly cared about you. Jean, who put on an act in front of everyone else but let his true personality shine when it was just the two of you. Jean, who was standing at the other end of the street, screaming your name over and over again while Armin held him back from throwing away his life to save yours.

You didn't fight it when the Titan squeezed its fingers around your torso and lifted you from the ground. Accepting your fate, you closed your eyes and tried to focus on not screaming. Your last thought—the one interrupted by the sudden, all-consuming agony of dying—was that you hoped Jean wouldn't life the rest of his life as a guilt-stricken widower.

As the fear slowly started to wash away, replaced by an unnerving sense of calm, you averted your gaze from the Titan and instead decided to spend your last moment alive staring into the brown eyes of the horse-faced boy you fell in love with. You couldn't muster the strength to say anything—you weren't able to decide what you wanted your last words to be even if you could—so instead you raised your right fist over your heart in a salute and smiled.

━━━━━

Your consciousness felt familiar and yet different. You were still you, there was no denying that, but you were also someone else; something else.

Awareness assaulted your senses in an almost cruel fashion. After embracing the comforting finality of death, a sudden return to the land of the living was brutal. You wondered if this was why babies cried right after being born. Then you wondered why you were able to wonder anything at all.

There was no pain, but if you were alive again—or at the very least, not quite dead yet—you should have been overcome with pain.

Standing at full height, you towered above the buildings around you. Your legs were weak and exhaustion gnawed away at your limbs but compared to everything else, the concern of being tired was tucked deep into the back of your mind. Looking down at yourself, you felt confused but not necessarily startled by the sight of patches of pure muscle where skin should have been. Piecing together all the information you had gathered, you were drawn to only one conclusion.

When you finally decided to open your eyes and face whatever reality was waiting for you, you were greeted with a perspective you were not accustomed to. The world around you was smaller than you remembered, and when you placed your hands underneath yourself to stand up, they were larger than you knew they should be. You were larger than you should be.

You were a Titan-shifter.

First suicidal maniac tendencies and now this; Jean was right, you were more like Eren than you thought.

Jean.

Looking over to where Jean and Armin had been when you last saw them, you were slightly surprised to see them still standing there. You didn't know how much time had passed between your technical death and now, but the horrified looks on their faces hadn't changed at all. You knew they knew what had happened to you after experiencing the same phenomenon with Eren but their shock and terror made it seem like this was the first time they had ever seen a human turn into a Titan.

Then again, you supposed the shock and terror could have come from watching you die and then immediately watching you turn into a monster. That was something that would take some getting used to no matter the circumstances.

You wished you could speak to Jean, assure him that you were okay, but like Eren's Titan you were non-verbal. You opened your mouth and the only thing that emerged was a soft, defeated growl.

Despite that, Jean's eyes softened the way they only did when he was looking at you. Then his gaze shifted and the terror returned. When you followed his eye line, you spotted the same smaller Titan that had bitten your foot off running down the street toward Jean, Armin, and the still unconscious girl.

As the Titan darted past you, completely ignoring you in favour of the easy human targets, a new kind of instinct took over. Without even thinking about it—the only thought being protecting the people you cared about—you kicked the smaller Titan hard, sending it flying into the side of a nearby building. When the Titan still showed signs of life, you reached down and grabbed its head with your much larger hand. Letting out a blood-curdling screech, you called upon every last ounce of strength you had left and bit into the nape of its neck. Once you were sure it was dead, you tore the the Titan's head from its body and dropped the remains to your feet.

Looking back over at Armin and Jean to confirm their safety, your knees buckled beneath you. Drained of energy, the last thing you saw before your Titan body slumped forward was Jean rushing toward you.

"Before you accuse me of worrying too much, might I remind you that I literally just watched you die." Jean's voice was urgent yet gentle in your ear.

When your human body emerged from the nape of your Titan form's neck, your lungs reacted as if you had just resurfaced after being underwater and you drew in a deep, gasping breath. Hot steam billowed around you and as your spent body began to flop over. Before you fell, two strong arms wrapped around you from behind.

"Oh, Jean." You let yourself relax into his embrace. "I'm so sorry."

Jean hugged you tight and buried his face in the crook of your neck. "Don't apologize. Don't you ever apologize for coming back to me."

[tickle-bugs]

Hi! I had this super cute Korra idea and was wondering if you could write a fic for it. So like basically she and Bolin are earthending training, and he beats her and is like super gloaty about it, so she gets him back by encasing him in rock and well y’know…tickling him lol. I’d also love if you could throw in a raspberry or two!

Rock and Roll

Summary: After traveling the Spirit World, Korra returns home to the Air Temple. Familiar grounds beget familiar habits and she soon finds herself returning to her favorite hobby: pro-bending. Well...semi-pro, anyway.

Spoilers for the end of The Legend of Korra and the comics that follow the end of the series!

Korra’s reunion with Air Temple Island brought her a peace she hadn’t known she needed. Traveling with Asami had given her time to quell the one remaining tempest in her brain, the one that wrestled with the mint newness of her sexuality. It meant that when they finally arrived at the temple doors, Korra had only her friends on her mind. 

“Do you think everyone looks different?” Korra whispers to Asami, linking their fingers together. They step into the main courtyard. Korra breathes in deep. Still smells like home. 

“No. But I think you should go check, just to be sure.” Asami kisses her on the cheek, taking Korra’s bag off her back. “I’ll get our room together.”

“I love you.” Korra squeezes her hand. Asami beams. 

“Love you too.” She hefts Korra’s bag easily, having grown stronger during their travels, and wanders off towards the temple interior. Korra’s so occupied with watching her go, she doesn’t even notice Bolin and Mako stepping into the courtyard. 

“Korra!” Mako shouts with a laugh. Bolin gasps himself into a coughing fit, gesturing wildly. Korra sprints towards them and scoops them clean off the ground, cracking something in both of their spines with the force of the hug. 

“I told Mako something cool was going to happen today! I could feel it.” Bolin punches Mako’s shoulder and he grunts. 

“It’s good to see you guys. I missed you.” Korra tilts their foreheads together, tossing her arms around their shoulders. 

“Are you hungry? Mako was just about to make lunch.”

“Was I?” Mako deadpans. Bolin employs his absolutely lethal puppy dog eyes. Pabu scrambles atop his head to assist. Mako sighs deeply and waves for them to follow him.

…

Tenzin had been gracious enough to round up his family, promising every whining child and adult that they’d have a meal with Korra another time. Though Ikki and Meelo’s begging tugged on her heartstrings, she had the rare comfort of knowing they weren’t going anywhere. She could take a moment to relax with her friends without sacrifice. 

“Tell me everything. What did I miss?” Korra drums her hands on the table. Bolin stares very pointedly at Mako, who starts to hem and haw. He eats a dumpling instead of answering. 

“Mako started training with Fire Lord Zuko.” Bolin nudges him with his shoulder. Mako sighs. 

“You what?” Korra leans forward. Bolin does the same, batting his eyelashes at his brother. Mako glares at him. 

“That’s incredible, Mako. He seems like he’d be a great mentor.” Asami plucks a dumpling from the steamer basket. 

“He is. He’s seen and done so much! It’s incredible.” Mako gestures a little wildly, starry-eyed, and Korra chuckles. 

“Well, so have you.” Asami smiles. He turns a little pink and ducks his head. 

“You’re such a nerd. That’s what you were all nervous about?” Korra narrows her eyes teasingly, taking a dumpling. Mako scoffs and steals it from her hand. Before she can fight to get it back, he takes a triumphant bite and leans back in his chair. She loosely considers vaulting over the table, but she decides to save Pema the headache.

“No, he thought I was gonna tell you that he’s totally got a crush on Princess Ursa.” Bolin stretches innocently.

The room erupts into shouting. Mako busies himself with strangling Bolin while Asami and Korra pepper him with questions. Bolin paws at Mako’s face and chokes out a protest. Asami manages to pull them apart. 

“I don’t have a crush on her! She’s a smart, capable tactician…with pretty eyes…and nice hair…oh god.” Mako drops his head into his hands. Bolin pats his shoulder. 

The conversation flows from Mako’s love life--hopeless--to events in Republic City. Spirits don’t have a fantastic grasp on human affairs, but they seem confident in Zhu Li taking the Presidential helm, which is nice. As they chat, the stack of empty bowls in the sink grows more and more precarious. 

“Okay, what else…oh! We made another mover.” Bolin feeds small vegetable pieces to Pabu, who perches comfortably on his head. 

“What? Why?” Korra frowns. 

“Now that Varrick’s First Gentleman, he’s picking up a lot of his old hobbies. He told me he was struck with urgent inspiration to make his magnum opus.” Bolin gestures excitedly. 

“Beifong’s tired of babysitting him, so he’s on informal house arrest,” Mako snorts, leaning towards Korra. She snickers. 

“What’s the story?” Asami pinches Korra’s knee so she stops laughing—counterproductive, as it just forces her to stifle a yelp. 

“Nuktuk has laid down his arms as the hero of the south and taken up…wait for it…pro-bending coaching! He invents it! Turns out, his dad was one of the best benders in the world and Nuktuk wants to preserve the legacy!” Bolin gestures even bigger. Pabu nearly slides off of his head as he moves around. 

“Wait…isn’t that the plot of The Pebble’s new mover? The one about The Boulder?” Asami collects the empty bowls from the table and dumps them in the sink. As she comes back, she kisses Korra’s forehead. 

“Uh, noooooo. The Pebble’s grandfather was the pro-bender. For Nuktuk, it’s his dad. Totally different.” Bolin nods resolutely. Asami opens her mouth to argue, but Korra pinches her knee. Asami glares. Korra gives a shit-eating grin. 

“Right, sure. You two up for a friendly match, now that you’re a double pro-bender?” Korra leans on Mako’s shoulder.

“Oooh a Fire Ferret reunion? Count me in!” Bolin gasps excitedly. 

“Count me out.” Mako stands and stretches. 

“Aw c’mon, Mako! Where’s your competitive spirit?” Korra socks him in the arm. He returns the favor. 

“Knock yourselves out.” He laughs fondly, ruffling Bolin’s hair as he passes. 

“Guess it’s you and me then. Nuktuk, Hero of the Arena, versus…the Avatar.” Bolin makes a noise like a crowd cheering. 

….

“Come on, Bolin! Put your back into it!” Korra throws a boulder at his head. He pulls his hands apart and the rock shatters, submerging into the earth. 

“Taunting me isn’t gonna work. While you and Asami were out frolicking, Tenzin and Jinora showed me the path to inner peace. I’m totally chill now.” Bolin butchers a few Air Nomad forms and then nods, satisfied. 

“Is that right?” 

“Yep. I’m super zen.” Bolin closes his eyes and takes a meditative stance. Korra throws another rock at his head. He yelps and deflects at the last moment, scattering it to dust.

“Would you stop doing that?!”  

“Are you going to fight me?” She puts her hand on her hip. 

“Alright, you asked for it. No holding back.” He smirks. 

As she flips out of the way of a chunk of earth the size of a Satomobile, she’s quickly reminded why he was a pro long before she ever met him. She’s used to earthbenders with squat techniques. Bolin is fast. He moves earth like water, adapting quickly to shifts in gravity without breaking a sweat. 

She takes a rock to the torso and goes flying, skidding to a stop on her back. She narrows her eyes at him, flips back on her feet, and resumes her stance.

“Oh yeah, I’ve still got it.” He flexes. 

“Whatever. Lucky shot.”  Korra rolls her eyes. Bolin continues to flex, striking new and irritating poses. Pabu scampers out onto his bicep and copies him. Bolin turns unexpectedly and Pabu squeaks, scampering back to the solid ground of his shoulder. The poor thing slips and tumbles right into Bolin’s shirt with a terrified shriek. 

Bolin makes the exact same noise, followed by a string of frantic, high-pitched giggles and shouts. Pabu skitters around his waist and Bolin tries to grab him. Korra muffles her laughter into her hands. 

“P-Pabu!” Bolin squeaks, finally wrangling the fire ferret into his grasp. He starts sternly lecturing Pabu, but Korra’s long past listening. She’s too busy sowing the seeds of a plan. 

“Let’s go again.” Korra grins. 

“Best of five? Let’s do it.”

Korra and Bolin circle each other, locked in tense concentration. Korra moves first, launching stone after stone to where she thinks Bolin will be, rather than where he is. She breathes with each shove, doing her best to root her body to the earth. 

To Bolin’s credit, he easily manages her aggressive assault. He complains about it, sure, but he deflects or redirects every blow before it can break his stance. He splits a large boulder and pelts her with the pieces. She slides and flips out of the way, curving with the air rather than through it. Even though Bolin strikes her from beneath with a stone, Korra still manages to bend a bucket’s worth of water directly into his chest. 

Korra clenches her fist and the water flash-freezes. As it crackles into a solid up his body, Bolin stammers up a protest and wiggles fruitlessly against the ice. He strains every which way, the muscles in his neck tensing, but he doesn’t budge.

“‘Kay, so this definitely isn’t competition-legal. How about you let me go and we call it even?” Bolin blows his curl out of his face. 

“Mmm, nah. Best of five, remember?” Korra smirks, cracking her knuckles. She makes a big show of stretching. 

“I can’t fight you in ice. Ohhh, you’ve got a real scary face right now. Like…like Eska levels of scary—“

Korra bends away a chunk of the ice, leaving a perfect window for Bolin’s stomach. She pinches him there and he giggles once, sweetly. They blink at each other. Korra breaks out in a smirk. He starts to babble, shaking his head fervently, but he collapses into nervous snickers and incoherence when she gets closer.

“Tickling is cheating, c’mon--KorraKorraKorraaaah!” He squeals, bubbly giggles pouring forth faster than he can hope to speak. He wiggles as much as he can—not at all—and tries to suck in his stomach away from her fingers. She follows easily, poke-poke-poking at the softer parts of his stomach to make him jump. 

“This isn’t even a fair f-fight!” Bolin whines, shimmying like his life depends on it. 

“It’s not fun if it’s fair.” Korra shrugs. She bends away some ice from his ribs and plucks her fingers across them. His giggles somehow find more urgency, making his whole torso tremble. His voice rises in time with her fingers, cracking beautifully when she decides to tickle under his arms. He lets out a tumble of desperate syllables and hiccups.

“Ohmygod, move!” He snorts, oh wow, and keeps trying to escape. He attempts wide, pleading eyes but his nose keeps scrunching and preventing his progress. 

“Move, huh? Not stop?” Korra raises her eyebrow. Bolin buries his face in his shoulder. 

“Alright, tell you what. Surrender your victory and maybe I’ll let you go.” Korra tickles mockingly under his chin and Bolin snorts again, slamming his chin down. She spiders across the skin she can reach, avoiding his scrunching. She brushes his ear by mistake. 

Bolin’s voice leaps at least two octaves. He wrenches so hard that he actually cracks some of the ice around his shoulders. Korra grins like a demon. Bolin’s eyes widen. 

“I’m so telling Opal.” She snickers. 

“Don’t you dare!” His cheeks and ears burn bright red. She chases the blush with her fingers. Bolin cackles, whipping his head back and forth to no avail. She pokes at his collarbones and he yelps, hiking his shoulders as far up as he can. 

The ice crunches, then crumbles. Bolin stumbles forward, clutching his torso through the tail-end of his laughter. Korra backs up and starts awkwardly chuckling with something like remorse. 

“Hey, Korra?” Bolin narrows his eyes, deathly serious. “Run.”

“Threatening the Avatar?” She jokes weakly. 

Bolin sprints at her like a train as a reply.

She yelps and takes off, bending air to launch herself onto the temple roof. Bolin uses earth to follow suit, his serious demeanor melting into the giggly little ‘I’m gonna get youuus’ that one would expect from someone like him.

She misses her jump onto the next roof and Bolin catches her by the waist. Her loss of balance translates to him, unfortunately, and they both crash to the ground. Bolin pulls her close and rolls to break the fall, but he doesn’t release her from the bear hug. He giggles evilly in her ear. 

Oh shit. 

“Bolin, hang on—“

“Gotcha.” He grins, vibrating his fingers into her stomach. “Now, time to defend that championship title.” 

Korra squeals loud enough to send birds and spirits flying from the temple trees. 

[octomae]

2. "I just had the terrible realization I might be in love with you and I'm still processing what that means." (Frye x Captain 3) (ﾟωﾟ；)

ohhhh hi, new rarepair acquired.

captain uses they/them here! less important, new agent 3 is called neo, and shiver uses she/they. first time writing both shiver and frye!! hopefully i dont mess them up too bad lol

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Frye was a loudmouth, and it was this loudmouth that often got her into trouble she couldn't quite get out of on her own. Not that she'd ever admit that, Captain knew well. Her pride would never allow it.

In the days after the defeat of Grizz, when Deep Cut would return to Alterna to scavenge it for things to sell, she'd taken to sitting down beside them instead. She'd stick her purple tipped hands in the fake snow and make millions of little snowfry while she talked the Captain's pointed ears off. Marie had bailed on day three of this, and continued to bail every single time she saw Frye approaching the camp.

Marie once asked the Captain why they didn't leave either. Frye was brash and foul-mouthed and rude and loud and every unflattering synonym one could begin to think of. Captain had only shrugged at the question. They didn't see a reason to leave. They didn't mind Frye's company.

If Shiver and Big Man ever minded their third member abandoning them while they scavenged Alterna, Captain never heard. They never saw otherwise either.

"... so anyways, that's when I was like BLAM and knocked Neo off the whole platform!" Frye gestured widely with her hands, flinging fake snow up into the air and drawing Captain back to the present moment. She laughed wildly. "You should've been there, you could've seen how totally cool I was."

Captain shrugged, a soft huff of laughter escaping their lips. They watched a beaming smile spread across Frye's face, eyes lingering on the way her larger than average inkling fangs caught on her lower lip.

"Anyways," Frye said, idly crushing one of the snowfry she'd made beneath her hands, "I haven't gotten to spar like that in ages. I told Neo I'm always up for a rematch, so maybe sometime you could come watch me be a total badass?"

Captain nodded, leaning forward to rest their elbow on their knee and their face in their hand. They'd seen her fight before. She was admirable in battle, graceful and wonderful to watch in the chaos she sowed.

"Awesome." Frye stared down at the fake snow for a long moment. She was quiet, which was strange. She was never quiet like this. It made the Captain pause, looking over her in soft wonder.

After a moment, Captain lifted a hand and snapped. When Frye looked up, they raised a brow at her, tilting their head and asking a silent question.

"Oh, haha, sorry," Frye laughed, an anxious trilling sound. "I think I just realized I'm in love with you and I'm kind of processing what that means."

The words hit and sunk in deep, resting embers flaring to life in their chest. Captain stared, wide eyed, feeling heat flush to their cheeks. Frye only seemed to realize what she'd said when the silence stretched on too long.

"Wait-" she burst out, sudden, frantic, scrambling to stand and staring down at the Captain with wide eyes of her own. "Wait, I meant- I didn't mean to say that yet-"

Captain continued to stare, their lips parting in the dry air of Alterna to gape.

Frye almost looked helpless, a miserable sound escaping her mouth between the fangs Captain had been admiring earlier. She lifted her purple tipped hands to her head in frustration, clenching them into fists. "Fuck. Just- ignore that!"

Without waiting for an answer, Frye turned and rushed off towards the sewer grate that led out of Alterna.

"Wow. She blew that."

The icy voice snapped Captain out of their daze, and they turned back to glance at Shiver. The octoling was leaning back against some of the boxes stacked in their camp, idly fanning herself. Captain stared. She stared back.

"Well?" Shiver snapped their fan closed with a wooden rustle and pointed it at the Captain. "Are you going after her, or should I?"

Captain stood, glancing between Shiver and the grate Frye had fled out. Taking a deep breath, they turned and ran after Frye, flip flops kicking up the fake snow. Behind them, Shiver let out a manic cackle.

"Better treat her right Cap, or it's your ass!" she called after them with a shark's grin in her voice.

Captain could barely hear her over the sound of their hearts in their ears.

[toomuchracket]

a while back I sent an ask that turned into Matty’s gf going viral for singing Foundations by Kate Nash. I have another similar idea. This time it’s soft and cute.

Matty and gf being in the background of a video of dancing at a wedding. It’s a duet song (maybe you’re the one that I want from grease) and they’re just in their own little world, performing their respective roles with flourish and vigour. I can see her pulling him in by his tie and then pushing him back, and him just smiling the whole time. And this video goes viral and everyone is devastated by how cute they are.

OR it could be a bad bitch anthem and she is giving him a show (half joking, they’re both laughing and having fun).

OR it could be a proper love song (like a classic Stand By Me) and they’re just swaying, holding each other, unaware they are in the background of a video.

my god i love all of these... so let's discuss them all. i think it's literally accidental, them being filmed - very keith urban trying to record him and his too hot for him wife nicole kidman having fun at the eras tour and inadvertently catching bo and phoebe making out in the background (it sends me every time i see it loooooooool)

rather than it being grease, i think it would be funnier if it was lay all your love on me by abba, like in mamma mia lmao. you drag matty up to the dancefloor - he's like "oh for fuck's sake" but you're hyped like "come on! duet time!", so he goes up and dances with you, and he gets quite into it when you are literally dancing on him during the chorus and pulling him close as possible to you by the tie/lapels. and you're both tipsy and so unserious, giggling while you sing along and dancing wildly by the end of the song; it's very sweet, and when the fans find the video they go nuts like "mum and dad are so fucking adorable look at them!! cutest thing i've ever seen. they are so in love. obsessed" lol.

the bad bitch anthem... no scrubs by tlc oh my GOD. last time i was in london this song played in a restaurant and every woman in the place was singing along (there was a girl eating dessert literally waving her spoon in her boyfriend's face singing to him as if he personally was a scrub. amazing), so thinking every girl flocks to the dancefloor and you start the song all singing to each other and dancing around all crazy sexy and cool (i beg someone understands that). but when left eye's rap comes on, you sing that bit directly at matty, dancing and gesturing like proper into it (but still grinning and winking at him); he's laughing and cheering you on, clapping for you when the song ends, to which you curtsy dramatically before giving him a kiss and continuing the night.

for the slow dance section, i see it being my girl by the temptations. as soon as that bassline starts, matty pulls you onto the dancefloor and cups your face in his hands as he sings to you (the way i would melt goodbye). when the chorus starts, he trails his hands down your arms to take your own, and swishes you about in time to the "what can make me feel this way", before pulling you in on the "my girl" and giving you a sweet kiss; he has his arms around your waist (your hands are clasped at the back of his neck) to keep you close to him for the majority of the rest of the song, swaying and stepping from side to side as he serenades you with nothing but total adoration in his eyes, and twirling you around and dipping you cutely on the instrumental break. it's a perfect moment, one of those ones where the rest of the world just fades out and it's just the two of you, culminating in a kiss and an exchange of "i love you"s - so adorable. again, everyone goes nuts when they see it lol; the love between you and matty is just so palpable and sweet <3

[roosterbox]

October Almost-Drabbles 10/13: Maze

Pairing: Steddie, implied Eddie x Chrissy (for like a SINGLE line)

Word Count: 1,027. God fucking dang it.

Additional tags: modern AU, single dads, implied meet-cute, Max is a lil shit and also Eddie’s daughter, Dustin is a sweetheart and also Steve’s son, Max’s POV

Side note: I TRIED TO KEEP IT SHORT. I SWEAR I TRIED. But as you can see, I failed, so this one goes under a cut, lol. The maze aspect was just a jumping off point, so I’m sorry it doesn’t play more of a part. Most of these prompts are of a similar nature for me - inspiration, though I may go off the rails a bit in the actual execution.

Anyway, enjoy!

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“Our dads are gross.”

Max looked back at the two men trailing behind her and Dustin. She couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she could see their expressions just fine, thank you very much. Her dad, always animated with his hands, was talking and gesturing wildly. She could see the flash of sunlight against his rings. Dustin’s dad seemed to be listening intently, smiling. And blushing. Every now and then he’d interject, probably asking a question about the story. They were both making absolutely ridiculous goo-goo eyes at each other. Ugh, disgusting. She made a gagging noise and looked away.

“Super gross,” Dustin agreed. The path split a few yards ahead, and the kids decided silently as a unit to continue together down the left side.

“Don’t get too far ahead, Dust.” The boy’s dad called out. They were following at a respectable distance; close enough to keep an eye out, but far enough to give the kids some measure of independence. Dustin slowed down a little, giving a thumbs up. His dad visibly relaxed. Max saw her dad give the other man a comforting arm squeeze. In a touch that, in her opinion, lingered a bit too long.

She scowled. “D’you think we could lose them? In the maze?”

“We shouldn't.” Dustin looked nervous. “My dad gets really worried about stuff like that. This one time, my friend Mike and I got separated from him at the mall, and he totally freaked out.” He shuddered. “Never seen my dad cry before that.”

Max shrugged. “My dad cries all the time. Shoulda seen him at the last Disney movie we watched. He cried more than me. I didn’t even cry when I got this!” She waved her arm, in a cast from wrist nearly to elbow. “But before that, before he found you, was it fun? Hanging out without him?”

“I guess,” the boy was looking at his shoes. “But I don’t think it was worth it.” He glanced back at his dad again. “He seems happy.”

The two men walked comfortably side by side. Their arms were brushing as they moved, and if Max knew anything about her dad, he was actively fighting the urge to take his new friend’s hand. Just then, to her horror, he did. The other guy looked surprised, but then… he grinned. And now it was her own dad’s turn to blush.

“Gross!” She called out.

Her dad waved her off. “Don’t mind her, Steve. Ten years old and already a little adult. I’m going gray before my time.”

Dustin’s dad laughed. “You look fine to me.”

At that, her dad raised an eyebrow. “Oh, ‘fine’ is it now?” He leaned a little closer. There was a very particular gleam in his eye. One Max recognized at a distance, though she might not have known exactly what it entailed. Whatever it was, it was probably more Disgusting Adult Stuff. If they actually kissed, she was going to puke.

Luckily, somebody must have been looking out for her, because as they rounded the next bend…”

“We’re out!” Dustin cheered, making a break for the entrance/exit of the maze. Max ran after him, missing her dad’s quietly disappointed “damnit.” The adults still walked out hand in hand though.

“Did you have a good time?” Dad asked her later, while they were getting settled in the car.

She shrugged. “It was okay, I guess.” He snorted.

“A ringing endorsement.”

Her eyebrow raised in a perfect imitation of him. “What about you? Have fun slobbering all over Dustin’s dad?”

He chose that moment to start the car. “What? Sorry, can’t hear you!” He yelled over the sputter and roar of the engine. One of these days the whole damn thing was gonna fall apart. That’s what Grandpa Wayne said whenever he took rides with them.

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. They pulled out of the maze parking lot, and began the long drive back to Hawkins. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke up.

“Say, Max… how would you feel about me inviting your new friend over for lunch sometime? Might be fun.”

“Yeah, or you could just ask his dad out on a date or whatever. Dunno why you’re using us kids as an excuse.” She saw him stiffen a bit out of the corner of her eye, but kept her gaze out the window, watching familiar passing scenery.

“What? Me and Steve? A date? Nah, come on.” He tried to play it off, but his face was too pink for her to really believe him.

“Did you at least get his number? Because I remember when you and Chrissy broke up-“

“Hey now-“

“-and that was a freaking nightmare. A solid month of nothing but gross pining.”

He gasped, indignant. “I don’t pine!”

She gave him a flat look.

“It wasn’t that bad!”

Her expression didn’t change. He sighed, resigned.

“Okay, fine, it was bad. But I can’t help it, Max - I’ve always been this way. Big feelings, you know?”

“Oh I know. ‘S why Papa tells me he’s glad I got my mom’s temperament. ‘More than two of you’d be sending me to an early grave, and not a moment too soon.’” That last bit was said in a gruff imitation of Wayne’s voice. Her impression improved every time she did it, and never failed to make her dad laugh.

“Point taken, you little menace. And to answer your question: yes. I did, in fact, get Steve’s number.”

“Gross. I bet you gave him a super cute, disgusting nickname in your contacts too.”

He coughed and focused back on the road ahead. Max smirked. Bullseye.

“Just promise me one thing? Don’t call him as soon as we get home? It was embarrassing enough to watch you guys flirt back there. At least wait until I’m asleep. Or at the skate park. Or anywhere that’s not at the trailer.”

“Deal. Easy. I’ll bet you like ten bucks I won’t even think of calling him until tomorrow!”

And Max immediately agreed, knowing that she’d be ten dollars richer by the end of the day.

He barely held out for an hour.

———

(The nickname was “Pretty Boy,” by the way. In a few months, it’ll get changed to “Sweetheart.” It was “Babylove” for like a day. But then Max borrowed his phone, saw it, and demanded he change it because GROSS, DAD.)

[cutegirlmayra]

We’re back to this again lol

I love the Babylon Rogues, so this is PERF XD

-reads both- I know exactly what to do...

(NOT MY ART! Support the original Artist, found it here: (x) )

Prompt:

“NOT AGAIN!” Jet cried out, twisting his Air gear to build momentum and more juice for his speed but Sonic darted by with insane aerials, “He doesn’t even have wings!” he cried out, “How does he-!?” he landed and his board wobbled slightly, so he spent a minute expertly correcting his balance before the confetti was fired out the crowd went wild over Sonic’s racer card appearing on the screens.

“Better luck next time, Jet!” Sonic winked and saluted him as he Jet tore off his goggles and started to biting firecely on one of their eyes.

“Cool your jets, Jet.” Wave flew up to him and curved her board to break gently, as though upon a shoreline... “You know you get upset when you get beak marks on it...” she gestured to his goggles which he grinded his beak against, still staring at the gloating Sonic as he waved to the crowd and graciously smiled when given a huge lei for the victory.

“What is he? A prized stallion winning the race!?” Jet grumbled but Storm just scratched his head, looking confused.

“Uhh... Boss?” He leaned down, whispering in his ear and holding his hand up as though it was private. “I- uhh... think he’s a hedgehog...”

“You wouldn’t be upset if it was you getting all the praise.” Wave folded her arms, “You just have to be so immature...”

“OooooOOHHH! Don’t act like you’re not upset, too!!!” He threw his goggles on the ground, “Ever since Babylon we’ve been rivals! He’s been WINNING. When did he get so good at the wind!?” he gripped his head, shaking it wildly around and then stomped his head in a tantrum.

Wave shook her head with a sigh, then assumed the position of scolding and advising, but before she could go off, Jet stopped to blink his eyes at Sonic interacting with his friends.

“What does he have that don’t!?” He narrowed his eyes, seriously searching between the interactions... Wave was like Tails, Knuckles like Storm... but then...

“Oh?” He stopped leaning and crouching so much to stand up straight, seeing Amy rush onto the field and jump into Sonic’s unexpecting arms.

She showered him with affections, crying out, “Oh, Sonic! I knew you’d win, I just knew it! You’ll always win with me cheering you on! Won’t you, Sonic?”

“Sure will, Amy!” Sonic gave her a wink, “Couldn’t have done it without your support!”

“H-Huh?” Jet looked between the two, still puzzled by that response.

“Thank you.” Sonic gently eased her off of him and gave her a thumbs up, “Your race is coming up, right?” he stated.

“Sure is!” She cheered, “You’ll be returning the favor, won’t you, Sonic?” She jumped a leg up and threw up a fist, excited for her own challenge.

Sonic smiled sheepishly and scratched behind his head, “You know... in spirit.” he gestured out a hand, “Sorry, Amy, but thanks to this win, I get to go into the finals.” he gestured back to Tails and Knuckles, “While the Single Matches that your in are going on, we’ll be competing in another Team Round, meaning...”

He trailed off a second and Amy looked down, pulling her fist up to her chin, “O-oh... Right... of course, I forgot you have to do them back to back... like this.” She knew the tourney was tough on competitors, but...

“I’ll... miss you.” she smiled to them all, as they nodded back to her.

“Be safe, Amy!” Tails cheered.

“And have fun.” Sonic narrowed his eyes and smirked.

“Give them no hope, Amy!” Knuckles punched a fist in the air a few times, trying to get her motivated.

“What are you saying, Knux?” Sonic turned around, playfully to him, “Amy’s too good at inspiring hope..! She’ll have to make the other competitiors at least hope for Second place.”

Everyone chuckled at his humor, as Amy nodded, feeling much better about it now.

“I’m lucky to have you all say that, I’ll do my best!” she held up her fists again, and the boys all fist-pumped her back.

“Yeah!”, “Right!”, “Heh!”

“... Hmmm...” Jet put a hand to his chin, folding the other one underneath it. “I don’t have an annoying girlfriend that cheers me on unconditionally...” He smirked with a devious grin on his face.

“Wave!” he turned to look at her, “What time is the Single’s Round?”

“Wha?” She looked at bit surprised, “W-Why do you want..?”

“It’s time to spoil Sonic’s cute ‘good luck charm’ with a bit of rotten cheating... heheheheh... quite literally.” Jet puffed up his feathers, ruffling his chest up a bit to get them to stick out more, and slicked back the top of his head. “Time for some mischeivous thiefing through some smooth, sly moves if you know what I mean...” He strut along with confidence as Storm and Wave just looked at each other... clueless.

“All racers to there marks! Any last minute entries, you better step up!” The announcement blared, as Wave and Storm handed back Jet’s glasses, which he secured on his head.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Wave warned, “If you compete, we might not make it to the Team Rounds.”

“Peh, leave it to me! I’ll win this puny round--and the stupid pink girl’s heart--all before the second race even starts!” he snickered.

“It’s literally going on right next to each other..!” Wave was incredious at his optimism. “How are you gonna compete in two races... at the same time!?” she held the side of her hand in front of him, as though about to give him a whack at his stupidity when he sneered and pointed to the sky pavillion above him. “See that dock?” He stated, “I’ll jump down and act like I’m in the Team races, before jumping off the track and going back to the Singles. When I win, I’ll just finish the Team races, so you two make sure your placements are high so we can get the final score and I’ll be getting first place!” he shoved a thumb into his chest, showing just how sure he was about his plan.

“Gosh, Boss, that’s a lot of racing...” Storm worriedly bent down and put a finger to his mouth. “J-Just see to it that you don’t forget which track your on...”

“Or where your head is! Hmph!” Wave put her hands to her hips, leaning forward towards him in frustration at his stupidity, and then folded her arms and leaned back, swiping her head away from him. “If you want to jeopardize the whole tourney for your little coup against Sonic out of spite... I’ll never forgive you...” she looked down, speaking softer.

“Huh? What was that, Wave?” He raised an eyebrow, not hearing what she muttered. He stepped forward and turned his head to her, trying to hear better. “Did you say something? On that last part?”

In her heart, she thought he was being so petty and immature... but if he needed someone to cheer him on... 

Hasn’t she supported him from the start? The very get-go? When this team first formed and grouped up?

She just took a deep breath, and gave off a large bird cry into his head.

When he went onto the Single’s track, which did dip down towards the Team’s track and kinda dolphin’d up and down near the end of each other, Jet had one foot on his board and the other limps in the air as he tetter-tottered on his board from the vibrations of his aching head from her screech.

‘Whats gotten into her?’ he wondered, before moving his board up to Amy and smirking.

“Huh?” Amy turned to look at him, also having drifted into her spot and then jumped down with him, since you have to start at a run. “Oh... Jet, right?” she didn’t really know why he was talking to her... again.

“Yep, that’s me.” he tried to lift his chin up and give her the best expression he could muster, but it was having no affect on her.

“... Um, well.” she shifted her eyes a bit, “Hi?” She waved lightly and went into her spot. He quickly darted up after her, turning a shoulder.

“Heey~” he tried flirting. (Author’s note: If you’ve played Fable,... Yes. It���s that XD)

Amy just tilted her head, “You should see a doctor about that sore throat.” His deep voice didn’t work on her and he immediately grabbed his throat. “That’s pretty bad, you know, you really should think about your health. I know I would force Sonic to go if I heard a frog croaking that badly in his throat.”

She moved along the line to find the best positioning as Jet was absolutely deveasted.

Who wouldn’t be?

The countdown began and Jet looked up immediately, having not been able to recover from such a statement by her when she raced by and jumped on her board.

“Shoot!” he chased after her, getting on the board and darting ahead.

Skating easily ahead of her, he looked back with a smirk, “Ehem, excusing the hoarseness earlier, your Sonic’s friend, right?”

She just lifted her head up in confusion, “We’re in the middle of a race!” she cried out, but he ignored her.

“Wouldn’t you rather be with someone a bit more... how should I put this..?” He tapped his beak, then moved up a ramp and did some tricks before flying down and speeding off ahead of her, “Impressive?” he laughed.

But the laughing was quickly cut off when she did a double-handstand on a railing, balancing with her feet and spinning around on it before dismounting ahead of him. “Me and Sonic can only be with the best of the best.” she looked behind her, winking charmingly, “Sonic knows he’s got the best team, do you?” she purposefully slowed down directly ahead of him to tilt her board and lean directly into his face with one of her eyes staring straight into him, thinking he was just trying to intimidate her.

She pulled ahead and he gritted his teeth, ‘Cheeky, little-!’ was about to go after her when he saw the lanes rise up and the Team rounds below him.

“Hmph, catch you again in a minute!” he flew off the side and she gasped.

“Jet!!!”

Jet landed in the Team Round’s track, though it was heavy-duty on his legs, he managed to stay ontop of his board. Wave had invented a ‘prop-dummy’ of Jet and quickly deflated it when he arrived, scooping it up to hide it. “Where in blazes have you been!?”

“Enough chatter, having a bad day, what place are we in?” He looked to Storm, who frowned a bit.

“Third place.” he stated.

“And that’s the best times for both of us.” Wave added, “They add time penaties in this one.”

“What?” Jet looked ahead, seeing Knuckles and glaring. “Storm, you take out the big guy.” he bend himself forward to gain momentum. “Wave, take out the pipsqueak, I’ll go after Sonic..!”

“He saw you cheating, Jet.” Wave warned him, “He looked up and saw you use the ramp, and Amy rail-riding.”

“Great. But he didn’t see or hear anything else. I can use that to my advantage...” He grinned, doing some tricks off another huge ramp and gaining some air.

“Sonic!” Jet cut him off while landing down, as Sonic frowned deeply with his teeth at his arrival.

“So, you really are playing both races!” Sonic’s hunch seemed accurate, “That dummy wasn’t fooling anyone!”

“Heh, I just wanted to see how well your little girlfriend did, Sonic.” Jet looked behind him, snickering, “She’s quite the flirt on the road... if you know what I mean.”

“What?” Sonic seemed taken aback by that random change in topic. His board lost his steady balance and he quickly regained it momentarily, but Jet saw the slight wobble.

‘Heh, so it is working...’ he then saw Sonic jump into his jetstream and frown, “Heh, gotta admit, I was surprised she’s doing so well without you, Sonic... Seems you’re not as ‘needed’ as she let on.”

Sonic just got up close from zig-zagging through the jetstream, pulling ahead to then become paraell with Jet, looking at him funny.

“She seems to not need you cheering for her, she’s moved on to bigger, badder dudes...” He tilted his chin up as though arrogantly trying to convey it was a matter of fact.

With that, Sonic just smiled, “Great!” he cheered, “I knew Amy had it in her, she must be doing really well! To get such praise from you, Jet.”

“Wha-WhAt!?” Jet completely lost his balance on that, as Sonic just scooted on by him, waving back to him.

“For her to have your feathers ruffled up, she must be putting on quite the show up there! Tell her we’re proud of her!” he went on as Jet had to jump to the Single’s Track quickly, grinding his beak’s end together in agitation...

‘They trust each other so much!!!’ he was getting really angry now, landing back and looking up at the score board for Team Races.

He had gotten his team through a check point, giving them added time, but still...

He looked to Single’s and ‘tsk’d, ‘I need more seconds...’ he sped up, looking for Amy who seemed to be pulling towards the higher rankings, but had lost first place somewhere along the way.

Wave looked down to see him back in Singles and pulled up the inflated dummy again, but Storm just looked at her as though it wasn’t really helping, but she shrugged anyway.

“Get the red boy.” she stated, and he nodded and went in to roughhouse with Knuckles.

Wave looked down to see Jet swerving around the younger competition and Eggman robots, who knew nothing else in their programming then to race, so kept doing so, even when Eggman had given up on the tournaments,... they kept signing up for them, espeically against Sonic or his friends.

She wondered if that was their fate now... Just an inflated ego going into countless races due to her bloodline being the best of the best...

She would never admit it... but her hurt her to see Jet so fixated on ruining Sonic in any way he could... that he thought something as silly as going after his female friend was something that would throw him off...

“He’s an idiot.” She looked ahead, seeing Tails and pulling out her large wrench, “But he’s my idiot...” and still going with the plan... focused on nothing else.

                    “Our idiot.”

Jet finally caught up to Amy, attacking a robot next to her, “Back off!” he spat out and then slided up next to her, “You’re really not all that good, you know.” he stated, figuring she didn’t see him cheating. “You think Sonic really thinks anything of you? He isn’t even thinking about cheering you on! He’s focused on his own race!” He gestured a hand out and swiped it firmly, but Amy didn’t give him the time of day, not even looking at him. “What makes you think he cares if you win or lose, Pinkie?”

“You’ve clearly never met, Sonic.” She drifted harshly as Jet noticed her weak footwork and smirked.

‘Got her,’ he thought, deciding to knock her off the track the second she drifted too close to the no-wall edges of the platform... ‘This is it!’ he rose his head up, about to elbow her off the track when...

“Sonic... he cares about his friends.” Her smile... her eyes... “He wins so we can all celebrate, and he pumps us all up when we win, too... To Sonic, our success is his own too, and we all share in a loss together. It’s probably the same as your team, Jet.” she looked gently back to him, her lashes lightly waving in the wind of her drift... “When your team looks to you for that support, you all celebrate an exciting race you won together... right?”

He saw she wasn’t looking.

“Amy, look out!” he cried out as Amy turned and gasped.

At the end of the race, Sonic raced up to find Amy, only seeing on the screens that she was down and hiding one side of her face, her hand pushed up against it as she was crying, hurt...

Jet... was on the screen, holding a hand up...

Sonic’s eyes bent to a deep glare...

Back on the track, Amy touched the pole she had hit as the other races sped by, “You weren’t even trying to look!” Jet cried out, hearing the confetti canons and cheering as he looked up and noticed the Team Races were already over... and now... the Singles were done too.

“What?! No! Drat! This is all your fault!” he had willingly gotten off his board when she was hit, grabbing the edge of her dress to pull her away from the edge of the curve she was about to go flying off of when her board spun out of control... from the side of her face hitting the steel pole...

She could barely say anything, just sounds of aching as he took off his goggles and was about to throw them down... before stopping to look worriedly at Amy.

“... Oh, for the sake of chivalry..!” he cursed, walking over to her and helping her up, “Did you hit your eye?!”

“Y-... Yeah...” she winced, barely able to speak through the pain. “Jet, it hurts... it really, really hurts...” she leaned into him, not even wanting to fully stand.

“Well, don’t be a crybaby about it..!” he knew she couldn’t drive with her board going off the side of the non-existant railing and looked around to see what he could do. “Ughhh... get on the board!” he lifted her by her armpits and put her on his wobbling board, steadying it for her as she kept silently crying.

“Quit that!” he handed her the goggles, “Put these on! No one wants to cross a finishline looking like a sad little girl!” he started to push the Air Gear towards the finishline, “And if anyone asks, no, I don’t care what happens to you!” he clearly did...

She removed her glove, and he suddenly lost his haughty attitude when he saw red smudges of blood on it... Then, putting on the goggles, he couldn’t tell the extent of the damage...

“Thank you... Jet.” she placed her hands down on the board, her legs dangling off the side, as he continued to push it from behind.

He frowned, but turned his head away... ‘I was gonna push her off...’ he told himself, ‘She shouldn’t be thanking me... I could have done a lot worse than what that pole did... Landing on the Team Track took a lot out of my legs... If she can’t even drift perfectly right... I can’t imagine what would have happened if I-’ he shook his head, ‘No, don’t do this to yourself, Jet! You ARE the best of the best! And you DIDN’T push her off! She hurt her dumb self all BY herself! It has nothing to do with-!’

He rose his head up to see a blur of blue coming his way down the track, and before he could blink, Sonic’s fist reared back and Jet only saw the justice of his face as he slammed it between Jet’s eyes.

He went flying back, rolling along the track as Amy cried out, “Sonic, stop!!!”

Sonic skidded his feet to a halt, not even bothering with a board anymore, and heaved his chest up and down...

“What did you do to her, Jet!?” His voice... He sounded like a justified hero.

Jet felt himself get pulled up by the scruff of his feathery chest as Sonic held him before him. “I... didn’t do anything...” he spoke through gritted teeth.

‘I’m not lying,’ he told himself, his eyes flinching more than just with the pain of Sonic’s highspeed punch... but from what he could have done to Amy... He didn’t think she wouldn’t be able to recover, but what if her legs weren’t strong enough? What if... ‘No! I can’t allow myself to beat down on something that never happened!’

He opened one eye to Sonic, slightly able to put a hand on his own gripping his feathery fluff near his neck. “You care about your crew... so do I!” he stated as passionately as he could.

Sonic... slowly let him go and turned around to help Amy down off the board.

“Why are you wearing his goggles?” he asked with a defensive ring to his voice, as though still being there for her but also somewhat protective.

“I... Jet helped me... He... said you shouldn’t cross the finishline crying...”

That’s not quite what he said, but he appreciated the abbreviation for his sake.

Sonic looked over his shoulder at Jet, who was getting up and coughing, wiping his beak on his arm as he tried to fight off the dizziness from the punch. 

Sonic took a calming breath, “May I see..?” He asked, lifting his hands to the goggles...

“N-no...” she put her hands on the goggles, “I... want to cross the finishline... smiling.”

She then looked up at Sonic, “Did... you win?”

They were both speechless.

Jet and Sonic, on either side of the board, as Sonic explained they did win, and she shared in that joy even through her pain.

Wave and Storm came up to Jet later as he watched Sonic carry Amy bridal-style off his board... her goggles remaining on through the pictures and press, the crowd not truly seeing the damage done.

“...Jet?” Wave saw that he seemed somewhat changed.

“She seems happy... but...” Storm poked his pointer fingers together awkwardly, “She... is actually really hurt, isn’t she?”

“... But her team won.” Jet let the sounds slip out as though accepting his own defeat with a sense of noble humility. “Hey, sorry about the loss fellas. I wasn’t there for you all. I was... being selfish.” He turned around and wrapped an arm around each of them, “I’m not the best leader... but I will be...” he closed his eyes, as though feeling the pain in his eye still from where Sonic had punched him, a echoed reminder...

“... The best of the best.” Wave returned the hug, “... At disappointing us.”

He slumped in their hold as Storm just laughed, “Y-yeah, but we got third with Dummy Jet!”

Jet glared up at Storm.

“Guess we’ll appoint him the new boss, eh, Storm?” Wave teased, resting the back of her hand on her hip.

“Ohhhh, okay, I get it. Lay it on me and let me have it.” He folded his arms and pouted as the two laughed... but together... they had shared in their sorrows.

After that, Amy tried to return the goggles, and when she did, Jet threw a gift at her and told her to leave him alone, stop acting like a crazy fangirl just because he showed a little bit of courtsey to the weak and unskilled.

She opened the gift to find a small, cute little whipped cream cake with strawberries and wonderfully sweet frosting in it.

she enjoyed it very much.

[candycryptids]

25. what do they do when they are deep in thought? ( bite their nails? twirl a strand of hair? lick their lips? just look off to the side? nothing too exciting because this is a highly specific question? lol )

(´∀`) Chuusday fiddles. Zipper pulls. Loose threads. Straps. Guns. Tomestones. Fiddlin. And muttering. If Tuesday is nearby and she’s thinkin real hard she’ll hold his wrist so he doesn’t wander to do his chores and she’ll rattle off whatever she’s thinkin to him so he can A) record it and B) be a rubber duck lmao. (Tuesday when In thought stands very still and stares either slightly upwards at the sky or straight ahead. He usually looks upwards though so he doesn’t accidentally ‘stare’ at somebody. You can sometimes feel the temperature rise around his back/arms/ears)

Tangy gets this very intense scrunched up face that looks like she’s really pissed when she’s REALLY tryin’ to understand stuff someone’s explaining to her and she’s struggling to grasp it. (Makes this face Most Often at Alphinaud who somehow manage to use words she’s never even heard of) otherwise her thinking face is (・∀・) (sometimes she’ll kinda, hold the hem of her shirt in both hands and, push while the other hand pulls? She’ll sorta bread-knead the fabric, which tends to stretch them out a bit.)

Lev chews on his knuckles because his nails are already ragged and short enough as it is. If he chewed on them anymore they’d bleed. He tends to stare downwards. If he’s really really wrestling thoughts, he’ll put a knuckle to his teeth, then gesture wildly to himself and pace aimlessly while muttering. Sometimes hearing the facts/thoughts aloud helps.

[Ask Game]

[sunlightandsuffering]

Taking this straight out from your post about Junior High: Divorce Mikasa bumps on Eren and Annie going on a date and is told by Eren that Annie asked him out to eat some hamburgers. Desperate to thwart their plans, Mikasa starts talking about how fast food is bad for your health and tries to invite Eren to a seafood restaurant instead

HELP THIS IS SO FUNNY, ADULT JUNIOUR HIGH MIKASA THRIVES!!!! omg she's so desperate omg, she's spewing so many ridiculous facts about seafood and Eren and Annie are just looking at her like she's insane, which she is of course!! WRITING IT, I LOVE U FOR THIS ANON!! lol

"Fish actually boosts brain power," Mikasa finds herself saying in a fit of absolutely unhinged glory.

"Yeah but we both love burgers." "They're unhealthy," she finds herself explaining, "And they're not farmed sustainably, where do the restaurant you're going to get their beef from? Is it a sustainable farm? Where do they keep the cows?" It had started as a desperate attempt to stop Eren from going on a date but now as she's balls deep in her jealousy addled delusion, Mikasa finds that she simply cannot stop spewing ridiculous seafood facts. It's like an out of body experience as she cuts off Annie at every turn, the girl speaking some sort of ocean encyclopedia, "The restaurant I'm talking about down the road has sustainably caught fish, they don't farm them or harm the ecosystem." Eren's eyes have almost bugged out of his head at this point, and he's giving her that look, the one he used to get in high school when she was about to do something particularly embarassing, the one where he wants so desperately to stop her but can't. And she can't either, no matter how she tries to shut herself up, it just keeps going on and on and on.

Annie tries to say something again, her eyebrows furrowing and lip curling up as she attempts to get a word in edgewise but Mikasa is too quick, cutting her off once again with another useless seafood fact. She doesn't even fucking like seafood that much. "Eren is malnourished lately, have you seen him Annie? He looks gaunt, he's not getting enough vitamins," Mikasa argues, becoming even more impassioned with every word, her tone accusatory, "you're contributing to his poor diet. What if something happens to him, what if he collapses? Will hamburgers help him then?"

It feels like every time she opens her mouth, it results in some long-winded rant and at this point, she's resigned herself to the fact that Eren is never going to speak to her again.

Annie attempts to defend herself this time, "We just umm we both like cheeseburgers--" "I don't care, they're unhealthy, and look at him, he's pale," Mikasa gestures wildly to Eren, poking his cheek, "You know what he needs?" Annie swallows, shaking her head and Mikasa is triumphant as she snaps right back, "Seafood! Fish if filled with omega-3 fatty acids, vitamins, it's an important source of protein and minerals too! You see his pallour, he needs iron, he needs potassium, he needs fish--" And then, there is nothing more as Eren begins dragging her away, throwing Annie a sheepish smile over his shoulder and telling her he'll see her later.

He throws her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing, like a sack of potatoes, and he pinches her thigh as he begins his trek to the car, "You're fucking unhinged Miki." She knows, but she thinks she's won this round as she watches Annie stand alone in the sidewalk, dateless and confused. Embarassing her ex so badly in front of his current date that he has to physically drag her away isn't exactly how she thought it would go over, but she's won nonetheless.

She gives Annie her most winning smile before Eren pinches her thigh again for good measure and she yelps. "Stop being smug, I can feel it from here, you little lunatic." She just doesn't want him to be malnourished.

[mrfancyfoot]

Patchwork Plots | Chapter 37: Blooderfree

Astarion x Evie (f!OC) | Rating: E | Read on AO3

I really wanted to work on something fluffier (...lol) today, so have this chapter a bit early! <3

Evie’s usage of ‘butterfree’ herein is deliberate for her own giggles.

Requests are currently open for Patchwork.

Chapter 37: Blooderfree

Rating: M / SFW-ish Word Count: 1.4k Tags: Astarion POV; Fluff and…blood? Warnings: Not Safe for Redcaps; A depiction of field dressing a duck (not super graphic, IMO, but minor blood + gore); They’ve been fishing/hunting wild game, so whatever warnings might apply to that in a broad sense; Blood in general

Astarion returns from his hunt and finds Evie has made many fluttery friends.

He was, honest to Hells, shocked to find Evie sat at the dock where she promised she would be - Astarion expected to have to go hunt her down.  Although, as he approached, there was a sense of something being…off.   She’d stripped of most of her armor and was kicking her feet off the side of the dock, so she didn’t seem injured at first glance.  But he smelled blood.

Assuredly not hers for how rank it was.

He paused when his eyes caught next on the flutterings of many wings around her.  Butterflies?  Suspicions roused, he focused and searched about for the telltale signs of magic and traps.

Evie then looked back over her shoulder at him and waved, sending up a flurry of the insects with the movement.  Though they weren’t terribly bothered as they immediately set back on her.

With just a bit of caution, he continued down the bank and joined her on the dock, stepping around the suspicious spatterings and pools of blood on the planks.  Close up now, he could see the blood also spotting and streaking her body and the pile of armor next to her.  All covered with shimmering groups of the insect.

“Two questions for you to answer, darling-  One, what’s with the butterflies?  And, two, what tussle did you find yourself in, because that is surely not duck all over you or I have severely underestimated the fight they put up.  And the smell.”  Parts of him warred: she hadn’t signalled that she was in any danger when she should have…but had she really needed to?

“Well, it turns out that there are giant, vicious ducks down hehe-here-” Evie couldn’t even finish her words before she started laughing.  “Nah, this is redcap!  Thought they could sneak up and steal my catch.  Joke’s on them now.”  She twirled a charred fish pierced through on a stick and took another bite of it.

She looked out to where her net and lines were set and he followed her gaze noticing the red tinge to the water.  Dots began connecting in his head.  “Are you…chumming the water with the redcaps?”  

She shrugged, the picture of nonchalance.  “Waste not, want not.  Also, there’s this reeeally big fish out there that stole one of my ducks," she gestured her words wildly with an aggrieved little growl.  "And I. want. to. eat. it.”

“The fish or the duck?” he joked.  Astarion wondered if he simply put everything in terms of food if he'd get to see this bloodthirsty side of her more often.

“Well, if I get the fish…I would get the duck back.”

“Euh, that’s…one way of going about it, I suppose,” he grimaced.  Not his food, not his problem.  “And what of your many new friends here?”

Evie held her hand to one perched on her arm and it stepped up to her finger.  She brought it closer to inspect, her face softening in her admiration.  “Butterfree, like many insects, are opportunistic.  They’re just attracted to the nutrients in the fresh blood, and I guess I don’t trigger as much of a threat to them.  These remind me of the Tailed Judy- abisara neophron.   Definitely from the rio…dinidae family, I think.”  This was a deeper personal interest than simple passing knowledge.  It made sense given the dragonfly ink on her back…in that they were both winged, fluttery insects.  “Or something some such.  That’s what it would be back home.  I have a few pinned.  They have very pretty eyes and I like the muted browns.”  What an adorably deranged hobby!  It was…fitting of this Evie he was coming to know.  “If you stand still, they’ll probably land on you, too!”

“Mm, I’ll pass.  Too many…uhm, legs touching.”  His eyes traced the way the late morning sun shone through her auburn hair in bright copper streaks and glimmered off the patches of still-wet, crimson blood plentifully staining freckled, pale skin.  Raised to a level of yet darker, fanciful whimsy by the butterflies feeding upon her.  Or ‘butterfree’ she called them, as he assumed they were wherever she was from.  A nicer name, in his opinion, for the symbolism.  “I’ll just admire the macabre visage from afar.”  This was the kind of scene that should be immortalized in a painting.  Perhaps one day they would revisit here to recreate it.

“Oh!”  She bolted up suddenly in another flurry of fleeing insects and walked around him off the dock and up to the treeline.

He followed her to her chosen tree where he saw then that she had strung up her catch of several headless waterfowl.

Evie crouched and picked up two jars from nearby.  “I’m not sure if you like duck or if there’s, like, a process that needs to be done, but I collected this in case.”  She passed them both up to him and he could immediately smell that the contents were blood.  She’d even helpfully labelled the jars.

He scoffed, “Stop being so nice!  It makes me want to be nice back…”  Hells, she’d found a way to feed him and it didn’t even involve him biting anything.  Yet the offering only made the urge for hers stronger.  'If she'd go this far out of her way simply to be nice to him, what was a bit further?' he reasoned.  He’d corralled her out here alone for an unhindered opportunity - few as they were even now - to take or seduce it from her in some manner…why was he still hesitating?

“And as we know, being nice would be the end of the world,” she mocked.

Her tone was enough to jar him from his ruminations and kick his motivation.  “Evie, there’s-” he began but his words clashed with hers and faltered.

“Were you successful with your hunt?  Ope, sorry, what were you saying?”

“Just that, in fact!” he quickly retreated from his desired inquiry.  “Yes, quite successful.  Once you are finished here, there is a lovely exsanguinated boar up the way.  And you can do all your fancy slicing that deconstructs a carcass into hide and bricks of meat."  He rather wished he had an appetite for proper food after he first watched her butcher a kill.  Methodical though maybe too clinical.  She'd deemed it improper to spectate, however - something, something respect the dead, yes, it’s different when it’s food, Astarion - so it was rare that he got to see her perform up close.  Certainly it had to be more fun than vegetables.

He regretted not arriving sooner to watch as she dispatched the redcaps…

“Evie, have you done this before?” he asked as she placed one of the ducks on the ground and proceeded to…stand on it.

“Field dress a duck?  Nope!  I’ve read about a few methods, though, and it seemed easy enough.  It’s kinda the same, right?  It’s not that different than the…fish.”  He wanted to challenge that attestment but in that moment, she hooked her fingers into the duck and swiftly pulled free part of the carcass, separating the breast from everything else still held in place by her feet.  “That was way easier than I was expecting…”

He licked his lips, unable to help but leer.  “There’s something about a woman holding a rent carcass in her bare hands while covered in blood that’s just…”

Evie only looked up at him dubiously and placed the meat aside on the parchment she’d laid out before moving onto the next fowl.

“How far’s the boar?” she asked once she’d gotten to wrapping and packing away a mound of harvested meat.  The rest of the carcasses were piled near the dock for them to collect feathers and bones from once they had the opportunity.

He shrugged. “Not terribly so.”

“Would you be able to bring it back here?”

“You want me to drag it all the way back here? ” he exclaimed in disbelief.

“Sorry, I should have suggested it earlier before you went off.  But I have rope!”  And out came the doe eyes.  “Pleeease?  I wouldn’t have to pack everything up yet or leave it all unattended.  It’ll take me longer to dress it.”

He couldn’t believe he was even considering this…  Could he even get it back here himself?

“Though maybe if we’re both quick it won’t take too long to get it back here...”  He watched her look around at their scattered things in an internal debate.

“It’s…fine.  Where’s the rope?”

Thank-you for reading! <3

[akkivee]

the mtr dh and bat seiyuu had their group post 9th live funtime vid released last week and in it:

they played this game where given a set of topics, all nine would have to vote on who fit said topic best!!! if they were chosen, they’d move on to the next round and those not chosen lost the game lol. this would go on until the last two standing!!!

hayami-san chose the topic ‘who is the biggest scaredy-cat??’

all of them decided they would appeal to the theme in order to sway votes lol

sakakihara: ooh me!! 👋 i wake up in the middle of night all the time because i’m scared i’m late for something!!

kawanishi: 👋 so i know we’re on the same team but i’m terrified of kuroda-san 💀

kuroda: HEY NOW 💢

hayama: 👋 haunted houses are waaay to scary to enter~ 🥺🥺🥺

iwasaki: liar!!!!!

hayami: 👋 manjuu buns are terrifying

the program: *this is a manzai reference*

totto: 👋 i’m terrified of showing up to a job and there’s no script reading

everyone: yeah

so they vote lol and the ones who move on to the next round are kijima, totto, kawanishi, iwasaki, kuroda and sakakihara (who amassed four votes total lmao)

all of dh voted for sakakihara-san lmao

hayama-san was the only one who voted for iwasaki-san so when asked why he told him, ‘when we performed division rep battle, any time i try to make eye contact, your eyes dart away lol’

iwasaki:🧍‍♂️

sakakihara: our leader is wildly intense 😅

just as hayama-san started to wrap up round one, hayami-san suddenly flipped his answer to takeuchi-san with a drawing that nearly killed him and here’s my artistic recreation of it

hayami-san kept his original choice of kuroda-san tho lmao

on to round two!!!! iwasaki-san chose the topic ‘who do you think will live the longest??’

kijima: 👋 actually my family all have long life spans!! my grandmother is 102 years old 🙂

totto: it’s true!!! it’s that amazing???

kawanishi: why are you acting like you’re representing the kijima family

sakakihara: 👋 i drink a lot of peach wine!!! (peaches are a fruit of longevity in asian folktales)

kuroda: 👋 i smoke a lot 😎

iwasaki: 👋 i laugh a lot and laughter is always the best medicine!!!!!

kuroda: *gestures to sakakihara-san* we’ll drink to that 😎

iwasaki: how about you kawanishi-san???

kawanishi: me?? yeah i wonder about me…..

they vote lmao and kijima, totto, kawanishi and iwasaki advanced to round three!!!

kuroda: man it looks like our drinking wasn’t good enough for this one 😎😎😎

sakakihara: 😅😅😅

hayama-san, with sakakihara-san supporting the choice in his lead up, chose the topic, ‘out of everyone who has the best ass??’ LOL

for this one, tho only votes from the four finalists count, everyone decided they wanted to vote too so they did lmao

kawanishi-san unintentionally appealed by saying he was wearing a thong under his tight pants lol

kuroda-san voted for himself 😎

hayami-san voted for totto and included more art so here’s another artistic rendition

the winners were both iwasaki-san and kawanishi-san!!!!!

all of bat voted for kawanishi-san lmao like why wouldn’t they when he taps that during what a osaka lmao

kuroda-san tried to piggyback on their victory like osaka has the best asses which prompted hayama-san to bring up bat is the ✨ass✨ division as bad ass temple

tho that doesn’t mean their asses are good since it’s bad ass lmao

hayami: *looking at his pic* you know i should put some underwear on this…………

hayami:

everyone and especially totto: THE UNDERWEAR IS SO HIGH?????

totto: *draws the real length on hayami-san’s pic lmao*

[lmelodie]

Alright so Fusion AU (made by @safyresky) has been living in my head for A WHILE now. I just read through most of Danis writing on this idea and it speaks to my early days of posting stuff on the internet. If you scroll far enough on my regular art blog, you will see that i have drawn and designed A LOT of gem fusions.

And i know that in Fusion AU this monstrosity of a combo wouldn't even be slightly possible, but i couldn't NOT think about a BlackIce fusion. So, under the cut is gonna be the rundown on this BEAST that I will be calling Julian.

Design:

Originally, they gave me kind of smokey black and white noir detective vibes for the clothing (As seen in the beta design). And i kept some of that vibe for the final and ended up giving him a double chest holster, WITH NO GUNS BTW. I just decided that they needed straps because they think it looks cool lol

Also, his hair is left to be ambiguous as to how its two toned like that. Is it age? Is it stress? Is it iced over? Is that just the way it looks? You decide! 

I also give him black fingertips reminiscent of severe frost bite

And I decided that for this fusion the special effects on their magic would switch. So now Kills’ shadow magic has the blue glow, and Jacks ice magic has the red glow. 

And because i place The Rule of Cool on top of everything else, i also gave him A THRID set of RETRACTABLE arms.

Personality:

Personality wise, he is an absolute BITCH almost all the time. But it also depends on where in the timeline he appears: Pre or Post breakup. 

Pre breakup where they get along the best would act a lot like Beetlejuice. Extroverted, very showy, delights in the suffering of others, causing SO MANY POROBLEMS for the hell of it. Loves watching the world burn, and LOVES being himself. 

Very much “Hey kid, I’m gonna make you an offer you can't refuse!” 

Post breakup however would rarely be seen to begin with for obvious reasons. But when he does come around, he has a lot more anger and is way more easily irritated. Resorts to violence a lot quicker and is quieter, broody and bitter. 

In either case, this fusion takes A LOT out of them both. This is like sugalite/alexandrite levels to maintain. And once their fused they find it very difficult to physically unfuse. No matter how much they don't wanna be there, sometimes they can get stuck like that. It's not so much a problem Pre breakup, but Post breakup means that there's now a rampaging ice/shadow spirit causing chaos who can't go away.

Minute mannerisms for them would include: 

Speaking with their hands. He WILDLY gestures everywhere when he talks and considering how big he is, this is a safety hazard to everyone involved. 

He switches quite often between referring to himself in singular and multiple terms, going between I am, and We are frequently. Just as a show of just how divided they can be. 

He doesn't particularly talk to himself out loud. All their conversations between each other go on in their head. So, it's not uncommon for him to go completely silent and make reactionary facial expressions to a conversation that no one else can hear. 

He does have a tendency to pick people up and shove people around, often times multiple people at the same time with all the arms.

Everybody else around him finds him actually pretty scary and intimidating. Except when he has to try and fit through a doorway. Then everybody thinks it's hilarious.

[sodascribbles]

WANING MOON – 1. STREET RAT

So, that stray dog that's been terrorizing dumpsters across the neighborhood? Yeah, it's not a dog.

content: young (teenageish) whumpee. abandoned pet whumpee. reluctant caretaker. past starvation. no beta we die like salem's sanity. swearing.

notes: FINALLY STARTING ON THIS BINGO CARD LOL. i mean actually i have several drafts. but actually POSTING something !! also gestures wildly to Moony!! yayy whump series time!!

"Of course," Salem grumbles, her umbrella springing to life above her. Thunder rumbles off in the distance, lightning skittering across the streets. "Of fucking course."

On the one day Asher couldn't give her a ride, she has to walk in the rain. Story of her life.

She spends most of the walk grumbling to herself, stomping through puddles. The chill in the air seeps straight into her bones, even though her hoodie; she scowls, jaw tight to keep her teeth from chattering.

A block from her apartment, she passes by the infamous Creepy Guy Alley— at least, infamous to her and her friends. Salem herself had nearly gotten stabbed here. When a dumpster topples over as she passes, she assumes it's just another titular Creepy Guy, and lays a hand on the pepper spray in her pocket.

There's no creepy guy. Just frantic scuffling. Maybe that dumb stray dog that Asher had been complaining about.

Salem stands there for a few seconds longer than she should, letting the cold sink into her bones. A stray out here in the rain... poor thing was probably starving...

She sighs through her nose and ruffles through her bag. "Hey, little guy," she coos, fishing out her half-finished lunch. The sounds stop short. "Hungry, little buddy?"

Salem scoots forward, carefully waving the sandwich. "Please don't be a raccoon," she says, in that same bright puppy-dog tone.

She reaches the edge of the dumpster, and holds the sandwich out a little further. She clicks her tongue a few times, shuffling forward just a little further—

Oh.

Oh fuck.

A pair of mismatched eyes stare up at her from a dirty, shivering lump of torn fabric. That's a person. He looks younger than her. Oh fuck, she echoes internally.

"You're not a dog," she whispers. Her arm is still outstretched, steadily soaking. "Oh, God." The 'stray dog' has been terrorizing their trash for weeks. This kid's been out here for weeks? She stammers for a few dumb moments, but eventually manages; "Where the hell are your parents?"

The kid blinks at her, wide-eyed, terrified. He's shivering head to toe. Slowly, his eyes unfocusing as he thinks, he shakes his head. Salem's brows furrow.

"O-kay," she mumbles, finally lowering her arm. "No shit. You've been out here for ages." She chews on her bottom lip. "Let's get you out of the trash. Come here, buddy, let's—"

Salem hardly sees him move, but suddenly he's standing in front of her. He's five foot even, maybe, hunched over like some kind of animal. He kinda smells like an animal. Everybody thought he was an animal.

Oh God, the animal in their trash was actually a kid. Fuck.

She shifts the umbrella to cover them both. "Here," she says, handing him the sandwich. "Let's, uh, let's start with that."

He stares at her expectantly. There are bags under his mismatched eyes so dark they look like bruises. His cheeks are sunken. He looks like somebody hollowed him out and filled the empty space with nothing but terror. His teeth are chattering so hard she's certain Asher can hear it from here.

He doesn't eat.

Stammering uselessly for a few moments, Salem nudges his hand again. "That's— that's food, buddy. I'm sorry I tried to give it to you like a dog, but— it's, uh, fair game." He scarves it down like he hasn't eaten in weeks. She tries not to be too freaked out. "Okay," she whispers again.

"My— my apartment is, like, a block that way," she explains, shrugging her jacket from her shoulders. When she reaches to wrap it around him, he flinches so hard he nearly topples over. "Shit— fuck. Sorry. You're shaking like a leaf. This is— well, okay, it's kinda damp. But it'll probably be warmer than—" she gestures to his scrappy sweater, hanging off of him— "that."

He carefully pulls it on. She takes his hand— carefully, trying not to startle him again— and the two of them start off.

. . .

She half-carries him up the stairs, both of them dripping wet. He shakes against her; she rattles from the force of it.

"Stay here for a second," Salem mumbles, sliding her shoes off at the door. "I'm gonna get you something nice and warm to change into. You got a color preference?"

He stares at her like she's grown an extra head.

"I'll take that as a no."

She gets halfway down the hall and stops, turning right back around. The poor kid looks at her like a deer in headlights. He hadn't moved a muscle.

"You..." Salem pauses. He smells like a wet garbage rat, because that's effectively what he was. "You should probably take a shower."

He inches forward. There's something wrong about the way he moves, but Salem can't figure out what exactly it is. She holds out her hand, and he shakily takes it. (It's like holding an ice cube.)

"I'll get the water started and then pop out to get you some clothes. Okay?"

He nods slowly, spacily. "Yes ma'am," he whispers. So he could talk. That would make things easier.

She doesn't make the shower as hot as she normally would. Salem's no medical expert, but she's pretty sure she's read somewhere that putting a cold person into hot water did more harm than good— why was eluding her, but...

"My name is Salem," she says, waiting for the water to warm. "You got a name, kid?"

His arms waver awkwardly and finally settle wrapped around himself. For a long moment, he doesn't respond.

"Moony, ma'am," he manages, finally. Salem decides not to judge.

"Okay, Moony." She very firmly decides not to judge, even though it sounds like something a ten year old would name a dog. Living on the streets had made him physically animalistic, sure, but the name?

She keeps her face carefully neutral. "That warm enough, bud?"

Moony sticks his arm out and tests the water, nodding slowly. "Yes'm."

Salem stands, sighing through her nose. "Alright. I'm gonna go get you some clothes. You can use whatever you want in there, towels are—" She opens a cupboard, only to find it empty. "I'll bring you a towel."

She leaves him to it, clicking the door shut behind her, and sighs. "Fuck," she whispers.

The front door unlocks and swings open. Asher drops his backpack off without even glancing up.

Salem groans. "Double fuck."