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a-scaly-troublemaker · 2 years

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The Ignition of the Third Pyre

Demon Bull King and Princess Iron Fan had gone too far.

But neither of them knew that yet.

As the building's supports fell, Red Son rushed to pull his darling out of the way before the rubble could strike him, then rose to his feet, weak and disoriented from being struck by the rubble in place of his dear.

"Xiaotian, are you alright?"

"I'm still getting used to you calling me that, but yeah. It gives me whiplash to hear you say my actual name and not-"

"Noodle boy. I know." Red Son rolled his eyes with a sigh. He picked MK up, trying to stand properly, then fell just as quickly.

"Red?!" MK exclaimed, surprised.

The fire Demon only chuckled weakly, then coughed up blood.

MK nearly shrieked, but kept quiet to avoid giving away his position to his partner's parents.

"R-Red-! Please, you'll be okay..."

"...as long as you're alright... I'll be fine, I'm a Demon." Red Son scoffed, but his voice had cracked, causing MK's eyes to water.

"Red... stay awake for me, will you?"

"No promises... noodle boy..." Red Son struggled to stay conscious as his partner laid down with him, not wanting to leave him, even in times so dire. Red's consciousness faded, but the warmth of the fire Demon kept MK calm as his eyes closed into darkness, wrapped up in his partner's arms.

Mei groaned as she was struck by Princess Iron Fan's blade, slammed into a far wall. She slid down the wall into a heap, then got up as best she could, but she was too weak to stand at her full height from how unpleasant the battle had been so far. She was knocked over by a shadow bolt from Princess Iron Fan, who was a skilled black mage.

However.

The lotus hairpin that she had been given by a dear friend was broken by the blast, and all Hell was unleashed when its properties were revealed. The lotus petals that had composed it scattered around the area, seemingly multiplying until there was a light coating of them on the battlefield... a larger cloud appeared out of the sheet of petals, tight-knit in an orb, until it opened in the form of a larger lotus...

And out of it, stepped the Lotus Deity.

The Lotus Deity examined his surroundings while the Demon Bull King paused in fear, even though the Lotus Prince's full might had not yet been revealed to him.

As Nezha finished taking in their surroundings, finished registering everything that had gone on, he dropped his spear, doubling over as pain wracked the Lotus Deity's body. Their eyes had widened, and the Demon Bull King approached, not know the source of the deity's burden, but wanting to make due on it nonetheless.

"GET BACK." Nezha's voice hissed, with an unnatural tinge to it, full of restrained fury and malice.

Demon Bull King stepped back, sweat on his contorted brow, as Nezha's hair tips began to glow vividly, as if burning.

"...what is this sorcery?" The Demon Bull King dared to ask.

"...you were there... I... forgive me, old friend, I can't hold it... the third pyre has been lit."

Nezha stood up, and moments later, began to walk towards the Demon Bull King. His head was lowered, and although he was unarmed, the tendrils of flame on the edges of his hair caused the Demon Lord to draw back from the Celestial with every step the Guardian Deity took. Every footstep seemed tuned to a song that they alone could hear. The Lotus Deity's hair began to rise... and then he lunged, in a streak of living fire, concealed barely within the pink and light blue-green flames. The Second Demon Lord barely withstood the strike.

Princess Iron Fan watched in horror as the Celestial rose into the air, repeatedly striking the Demon Lord before them. What they lacked in speed, the Deity made up for in sheer, raw power. Every blast released a thunderous roar of fire and noise, audible from Flower Fruit Mountain's peak.

It wasn't long before the Monkey King smashed into the Third Pyre, attempting to hold him off.

"Nezha! You're still my best friend, so wake up, bud!"

The God of War's fury had reached a fever pitch, and he bore his teeth, then threw Sun Wukong aside. As the Guardian Deity approached Demon Bull King once more, they broke Princess Iron Fan's fiery glaive, incinerating it in pink and light green Samadhi fire, to prevent her from stopping them.

"I'll burn you alive for your sins, as I was burned." (Mythos reference.)

But before the normally stoic, now vengeful Lotus God could do so, arms wrapped around their upper body.

"...it's okay, big brother... it's okay... I'm okay... MK's okay... Tang, Pigsy, Jin, Yin, Sandy, Mo, we'll be okay. Macaque is okay. The Monkey King is okay. We're all alive, Nezha... so don't take my parents' lives from them... please..."

As the tears fell onto the Lotus Deity's armor, the fire still seethed, but the wrathful Deity only stood stock still with Red Son's arms around him, staring dead in the Demon Bull King's eyes. The fires began to recede after many tense moments, and as they did, tears began to form in Nezha's eyes as the vivid glow of pink faded.

"I'm... glad..." He collapsed, nearly taking Red Son with him, if it weren't for the Demon's sharp reflexes. He let go before Nezha could pass out, and it was then that Red Son realized the Samadhi flames had burned the Third Pyre's body severely. He sighed and carefully picked up the Deity.

"You don't know how to handle your Samadhi fire yet, do you."

"I can't let it out, it's too strong..." Nezha replied in a hoarse, weakened voice.

"Don't hold it in. It'll only become more dangerous the longer you restrain it. It's like trying to restrain forest fire. I thought you knew this, you're older than I am."

"Well..."

"...the Jade Emperor would be mad at you."

Nezha nodded weakly, forcing a smile. He coughed up smoke from his flames, sighing.

"...we all need to get to a hospital... or just to Wukong's home. He'll take care of us."

Red Son's brother at heart nodded.

He handed Nezha to Sandy, who was still trying to take care of everyone caught in the crossfire.

"Take care of my brother. I have business to attend to."

"Alright..."

Nezha looked back at Red Son with concern, then sighed and resigned himself to being carried away by Sandy.

Meanwhile, Red Son approached his parents, and for once...

He got right up in his father's face.

"YOU ASSHOLE, HOW COULD YOU BE SO INSENSITIVE?! I'VE BEEN OUT HERE ON A DATE, SPENDING TIME WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE, MY SISTER AT HEART, AND MY BROTHER IN ARMS! HOW COULD YOU BE SO CALLOUS AND CRUEL?!"

Red Son's voice was so loud that it cracked the pavement. His parents stepped backwards, stricken with fear.

"...you should be afraid of me. There are three pyres, and all three are lit. The third has been lit because of your insensitivity. I hope you're proud of yourselves, Demon Bull King, Princess Iron Fan."

His words, and his blue fire, deterred them from arguing back, and Red Son left to carry his s/o out of the rubble once he was sure that the others would be alright. He spat in his parents' general direction, growling, then went to the hospital to rejoin the group.

He left his parents with their thoughts, and guilt finally began to gnaw at them.

They'd gone too far.

#three pyres au #big brother nezha #nezha #spicynoodlesshipping #lego monkie kid red son #lego monkie kid mk #third lotus prince #lmk au #monkie kid au #lego monkie kid au #lego monkie kid #qi xiaotian #long xiaojiao #lmk mei #lmk red son #lmk mk

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omnivorousshipper · 2 years

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Hey I just got this idea you can do where Deckard is a very ticklish person and everytime he is tickled he does this adorable laugh.

AWWWWWW!! I LOVE THAT HEADCANON!!

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Cipher couldn't believe Toretto had gotten one over her. She should have predicted that Deckard would fake his own death. If you didn't see the body yourself, you can only assume they weren't dead.

Now, she was hiding in Athens and watching the Shaw brothers take over her plane. They were making themselves at home as if they had been the ones to create the beast of a plane for several years.

That plane alone was her crowning achievement and she couldn't believe it was stuck in the hands of two idiots.

Especially Deckard, who had a clear case of baby fever. He was doting over Dom's son as if he was the one who had given birth to the kid.

Rolling her eyes, Cipher turned on the sound, only to make sure she had good blackmail over Deckard. He was cooing like an imbecile.

"Are you ticklish? What happens if I do this?" The baby squealed in laughter as Deckard tickled the baby's sides and blew a raspberry on his stomach.

Cipher sneered.

"You know who else is ticklish?"

Cipher raised an eyebrow when Owen walked in with a devilish grin.

"Try it and I'll send you back to that black sight myself." Deckard hissed, but that didn't stop Owen from advancing on him. Curious, Cipher leaned closer to her tablet. This looked interesting.

In a blink of an eye, Owen had an arm wrapped around Deckard's middle and was tickling his side. Deckard bucked and wiggled, snarling almost like an animal as he tried to break out of Owen's grip, but was unsuccessful.

The baby laughed the whole time as Owen tormented his older brother.

Eventually, the tickling was too much for Deckard as he finally burst out laughing himself.

Which made Cipher pause.

How the hell did such a cold blooded assassin have such an adorable laugh?

As much as she hated to admit it, Deckard Shaw had the cutest laugh. Was it only when he was tickled or all the time?

Shaking her head, Cipher shut down her tablet. She didn't have time thinking about Deckard Shaw's laugh.

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Leaning against Hattie, Deckard smiled as they watched the sunset. Samoa was truly beautiful and he wouldn't mind coming back once in a while to visit. The Hobbs family was extremely inviting and would bend over backwards to do anything for them, which Deckard would do in turn for them.

"You really haven't changed, have you?" Hattie asked quietly. "You're still the same doting older brother who acts all tough but melts as soon as anyone hugs him."

"And you're still as stubborn and obnoxious as when you were a kid." Deckard snorted.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, really."

"Then let's see if you're still ticklish."

"What? Wait, Hatts-"

Before Deckard could push her away, her agile hands had already found his sides and were tickling him like crazy.

"Hatts!" He yelped and desperately tried to shove her away, but she hung on. When she wanted to be, she could be a little spider monkey. "Knock it off!"

"Hey, what's going on out here...?" Deckard could hear Jonah's voice trail off as the door behind them opened.

"Get her off me!"

"You like this!" Hattie laughed and dug her fingers harder into his sides. Deckard couldn't take it anymore. He laughed along with her.

When Luke heard his brother asking the Shaw siblings what was going on, he had stood up with everyone else. They had all gotten a soft spot for the two Brits and were worried something was happening to them.

What Luke wasn't expecting was to see Hattie and Deckard wiggling all over the porch as Hattie tickled her big brother.

Who was laughing like crazy.

"He sounds..." Luke didn't know how to describe it.

"He's sounds so cute!" His mother finished for him and he heard his brothers and sisters in law all agree. Staring at them, Luke thought they were crazy. How could Deckard ever be that adorable?!

But, as they continued to watch, Luke knew that if his family hadn't already considered the Shaws theirs, then they most definitely were now.

#deckard shaw #shobbs #hobbs and shaw #luke hobbs #owen shaw #hattie shaw #fast and furious #omni writes #request friday

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calciferstims · 1 year

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hal anon: i just want to say its PERFECT, thank you!!! (and if youre going to watch space odyssey, do yourself a favor and skip the 30 minute monkey intro. its adhd hell! - and the sequel, 2010: the year we made contact, is better imo!)

you’re very welcome, I’m glad you like it!!! :D

and yeah okay I think I’ve definitely watched at least the monkey intro at some point at like my grandparent’s house, because that sounds very familiar 😂😂 it’s like a very vague fever dream of a memory in my head but I don’t remember seeing the rest of the movie, lmao.

I’ll keep that in mind ty!!!

#I think I saw a picture of the monkey intro when I was searching up stuff for the board and it unlocked old memories lmaoo #my grandparents always had me watch really weird shit tbh #but that’s. well. let’s not get into that #ask box

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svailana · 1 year

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Sacrificing your Dignity for Gold, It’s More Likely Than You Think

Characters: Hidan Kakuzu

Word count: 1400

Tag: bottom kakuzu, kakuzu pov, in media res, crack?, pwp, monkey’s paw

*explicit*

I was originally writing this for April Fools Day but I’m not really to happy with it. So I’ll post it casually instead of to ao3

“Come on Hidan. We’re finally done with the mission. So hurry up and show me how to make gold.” His eagerness was clear in his voice.

“Alright already! Stop nagging me you old bastard! Man greed really clouds your mind. Or are you secretly some kind of slut?” Hidan snapped at him.

“Shut-up! Like I’d let you touch me under any other circumstance.” Ugh, he was sacrificing a lot of dignity for this, but to unlock alchemy it was worth it. He stripped quickly, leaving his hood and mask on. He ignored Hidan’s whining and unlaced his back. Then sent his hearts out, ordering them to go scout around.

“Oh, Kakuzu-chan… you don’t know what you're getting into. But don't worry, I’ll cure your gold fever.” Hidan’s voice was hoarse. He suppressed any sense of pride the realization gave him. Hidan watching was making him itch, the faster this was finally over with the better, hopefully it wouldn’t hurt. He heard Hidan sigh before dropping his pants.

“I’m not going in dry even if you are a bastard. You’re not burning are you old man?” Confusion was a temporary reprieve from rationalization, but he did need to answer.

“What the fuck are you blabbering on about?” Now Hidan started raising his voice.

“Are you clean? You don’t have a fucking std do you!” Insulted by the insinuation he snapped back.

“Fuck you! Of course not, what do you take me for?”

“How the hell should I know? You’re the slut fucking for gold!” If they weren’t in the middle of nowhere, their argument was definitely loud enough to be overheard. He felt rage building in the pit of his stomach. But before he could yell at Hidan or call it off, he felt something squirting onto his butt. So it began, then he would commence his practice of stoicism, and take it with as much dignity as he could salvage.

He felt Hidan prodding around and noticed with some small amount of satisfaction that his dick was barely the size of a finger. He almost laughed, but remembered he was a stoic. He felt more slimy stuff squirt onto him, but instead of finishing Hidan kept messing around back there.

“What’s taking so long?” He heard Hidan suck his teeth.

“Stop rushing me! I haven’t even started yet. Even if I wanted to, I can’t just shove my dick in. I’m stretching you out first. The way you're sucking up my fingers is really riling me up...”

“Finger?! Why is your finger in my ass?!”

“Do you know what foreplay is? Have you just been going around shoving your dick in people! What the fuck is wrong with you?” This was utterly ridiculous. Why hadn’t he just beat the secret out of Hidan?

“Who the fuck wastes time with shit like this? That’s what’s wrong with your generation.”

“See, I thought the reason you haven’t felt the touch of a woman in decades was because you’re too cheap to pay for it.” He slipped in another finger. “Turns out you're just shit in bed.” Arguing during this was very crass, but he couldn’t let Hidan get the last word.

“Go fuck yourself! I used to pull all kinds of honeys back in my day! Once I hit forty they couldn’t keep up any- ah!” Pleasure shot through him. Evidently Hidan had found a sensitive spot in his butt. He was ashamed to even have one. He tried to return to stoicism and fought against Hidan focusing on that area.

“Ha ha, there we go.” Hidan had the nerve to chuckle to himself. He tried to will his body to resist the pleasure. But despite not having been touched his penis was responding enthusiastically. And even his legs started to tremble.

“Even if you’re trying to be quiet I can tell you love this. You’re so sensitive back here. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Shut up! Of course, ah ah ah nooot! I have my pride as a ma- ah man” Fuck the bastard had baited him. Hidan slipped in a third finger and focused them all on his spot. Unable to play it off he just returned to being silent. He tried desperately to regain his composure in preparation for the main event. Just because he was skilled with his fingers that didn’t mean he was good with his dick, right? Finally Hidan pulled his fingers out, but seemed to hesitate.

“You’re still bitching? You're taking me in so well though.”

“Shut up! You stupid pervert-” Before he could go into a tirade, Hidan started pushing in, blowing the air out of him. It was too big. At least that fiddling earlier was worth something. The mild discomfort morphed into pleasure once Hidan’s dick pressed past his sensitive spot. It was thick enough that even without being focused on it felt stimulated.

He took a few shuddering breaths, desperate to maintain his dignity. For once his mask was a hindrance, but he’d rather keep it on.

Instead of just going to town, Hidan seemed to be hesitating. He felt him rubbing his back. The touch was entirely too intimate and he wished Hidan would just get it over with.

“Has your body adjusted yet? I don’t want to rip your stitches.” Hidan rubbed his back while he talked. He wasn’t teasing him, yet his pride couldn’t stand it.

“I’m not weak. Whatever you do, I can take it.” Hidan kept rubbing different parts of his body gently.

“Yeah yeah. How about this? If you’re too tense you’ll break my dick in half.” There was no bite to his words, but it didn’t help him calm down either.

“Would you be more comfortable facing me?” Hidan offered, thinking he was being kind. Instantly his guard was up against him.

“NO! Shut-up, just get it over with! Don’t complicate things, I just want my gold.”

“Well this would be faster if I was enjoying it. But even though you fucking asked for this your being difficult.”

“So what? Aren’t you a man? A warm hole should be all it takes. Just pretend I’m a kunoichi with huge knockers or I’ll transform whatever's easier.”

“That’s not the problem!” Hidan shouted, pulling out. “Are you dense or just being bitchy? Fuck it! If we do this, we're gonna do it my way. So you’ll just have to wait till our next break between missions.” It was like a tower of cards were knocked to the floor. Hidan couldn’t back out now.

“Psh, your cute factor can only take you so far.” Hidan said, pulling up his pants. “Besides, taking gold makes a while, it’d be better to be indoors.”

#hidakaku #kakuhida #fanfiction #speak nothing of this #sorry if the formating is crazy #i format my wips for ao3 😓

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coolmusiccentral · 1 year

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Top 50 Albums of 2022

Happy New Year to all! Let's start 2023 with our selection of the best albums that 2022 had to offer, a list that focuses mostly on rock music and its various guises, from the sublime folk rock of Big Thief, to the majestic post-punk of Dry Cleaning, Fontaines D.C. or Horsegirl, from the ethereal indie pop of Beach House to the psychedelic sounds of The Black Angels and everything else in this vast and diverse musical biosphere.

Here are our Top 50 Albums of 2022 (plus a few more), accompanied by a playlist with some of the standout tracks from these excellent records:

Top 50 Albums

Dragon new warm mountain I believe in you - BIG THIEF

Stumpwork - DRY CLEANING

Skinty fia - FONTAINES D.C.

Versions of modern performance - HORSEGIRL

Once twice melody - BEACH HOUSE

Wilderness of mirrors - THE BLACK ANGELS

How do you burn? - THE AFGHAN WHIGS

Lucifer on the sofa - SPOON

Blue rev - ALVVAYS

Hellfire - BLACK MIDI

Wet Leg - WET LEG

The overload - YARD ACT

Loggerhead - WU-LU

Time bend and break the bower - SINEAD O' BRIEN

Cool it down - YEAH YEAH YEAHS

Endless rooms - ROLLING BLACKOUTS COASTAL FEVER

Endure - SPECIAL INTEREST

A light for attracting attention - THE SMILE

Covers - CAT POWER

Fear of the dawn - JACK WHITE

Spencer gets it lit - JON SPENCER & THE HITMAKERS

When the wind forgets your name - BUILT TO SPILL

Tired of liberty - THE LOUNGE SOCIETY

Classic objects - JENNY HVAL

Anywhere but here - SORRY

Broken equipment - BODEGA

Reeling - THE MYSTERINES

Radiate like this - WARPAINT

Warm Chris - ALDOUS HARDING

Laurel hell - MITSKI

Waterslide, diving board, ladder to the sky - PORRIDGE RADIO

Everything was beautiful - SPIRITUALIZED

YTI⅃AƎЯ - BILL CALLAHAN

Pompeii - CATE LE BON

Labyrinthitis - DESTROYER

Mr. Morale & the big steppers - KENDRICK LAMAR

Fear fear - WORKING MEN'S CLUB

My other people - TV PRIEST

Big time - ANGEL OLSEN

We've been going about this all wrong - SHARON VAN ETTEN

Ants from up there - BLACK COUNTRY, NEW ROAD

The car - ARCTIC MONKEYS

The boy named If - ELVIS COSTELLO & THE IMPOSTERS

Doggerel - PIXIES

Wild loneliness - SUPERCHUNK

Growing up - THE LINDA LINDAS

Heart under - JUST MUSTARD

The other side of make-believe - INTERPOL

Life is yours - FOALS

Topical dancer - CHARLOTTE ADIGÉRY & BOLIS PUPUL

More recommendations: Oh death - GOAT, Expert in a dying field - THE BETHS, Sometimes, forever - SOCCER MOMMY, And in the darkness, hearts aglow - WEYES BLOOD, (watch my moves) - KURT VILE, Sonancy - LOOP, Most normal - GILLA BAND, God save the animals - ALEX G, Time skiffs - ANIMAL COLLECTIVE, Formentera - METRIC, We - ARCADE FIRE, Headful of sugar - SUNFLOWER BEAN, See through you - A PLACE TO BURY STRANGERS, Black pearl - 50 FOOT WAVE, Ultraviolet battle hymns and true confessions - THE DREAM SYNDICATE, "Hello, hi" - TY SEGALL, Entering heaven alive - JACK WHITE, Dance fever - FLORENCE + THE MACHINE, This is what we do - LEFTFIELD, No thank you - LITTLE SIMZ, Tableau - THE ORIELLES, Reason in decline - ARCHERS OF LOAF, The Mars Volta - THE MARS VOLTA, Cheat codes - DANGER MOUSE & BLACK THOUGHT, Inner world peace - FRANKIE COSMOS, Here is everything - THE BIG MOON, The line is a curve - KAE TEMPEST, Fossora - BJÖRK, Asphalt meadows - DEATH CAB FOR CUTIE, Everything was forever - SEA POWER, Pre pleasure - JULIA JACKLIN, Fire doesn’t grow on trees - THE BRIAN JONESTOWN MASSACRE, XI: Bleed here now - AND YOU WILL KNOW US BY THE TRAIL OF DEAD, Angus tempus memoir - BLUE ORCHIDS, A foul form - OSEES

#best of 2022 #best albums #big thief #dry cleaning #fontaines d.c.#horsegirl #beach house #top albums 2022 #2022 #Spotify

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shculley · 4 months

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Top 100 Albums of 2022

100. Guerrilla Toss - Famously Alive

99. Romero - Turn It On!

98. Battle Ave. - I Saw the Egg

97. Silverbacks - Archive Material

96. Gang of Youths - Angel In Realtime

95. Jana Horn - Optimism

94. Sunflower Bean - Headful of Sugar

93. Spiral Stairs - Medley Attack

92. Disq - Desperately Imagining Someplace Quiet

91. Widowspeak - The Jacket

90. Anxious - Little Green House

89. Holy Fawn - Dimensional Bleed

88. Ty Segall - Hello, Hi

87. Kevin Morby - This Is a Photograph

86. The Dead Tongues - Dust

85. Phoenix - Alpha Zulu

84. Preoccupations - Arrangements

83. Perfume Genius - Ugly Season

82. Wild Pink - ILYSM

81. Nick Hakim - COMETA

80. Toro y Moi - Mahal

79. Peel Dream Magazine - Pad

78. Titus Andronicus - The Will To Live

77. Built To Spill - When the Wind Forgets Your Name

76. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Ice, Death, Planets, Lungs, Mushrooms and Lava

75. Martin Courtney - Magic Sign

74. Caracara - New Preoccupations

73. Duster - Together

72. Tony Molina - In the Fade

71. Jack White - Fear of the Dawn

70. String Machine - Hallelujah Hell Yeah

69. Horsegirl - Versions of Modern Performance

68. Cloakroom - Dissolution Wave

67. Band of Horses - Things Are Great

66. Drowse - Wane Into It

65. Sam Prekop, John McEntire - Sons Of

64. Daniel Bachman - Almanac Behind

63. Death Cab for Cutie - Asphalt Meadows

62. Cass McCombs - Heartmind

61. Young Jesus - Shepherd Head

60. Wilco - Cruel Country

59. Cola - Deep In View

58. Mount Kimbie - MK3.5 Die Cuts / City Planning

57. black midi - Hellfire

56. Dry Cleaning - Stumpwork

55. Florist - Florist

54. S.C.A.B. - S.C.A.B.

53. Kendrick Lamar - Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers

52. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Changes

51. Show Me the Body - Trouble the Water

50. Daphni - Cherry

49. of Montreal - Freewave Lucifer f<ck f^ck f>ck

48. Pinegrove - 11:11

47. Dehd - Blue Skies

46. Spoon - Lucifer on the Sofa

45. Daniel Rossen - You Belong There

44. Jockstrap - I Love You Jennifer B

43. Porridge Radio - Waterslide, Diving Board, Ladder To the Sky

42. Tomberlin - I Don’t Know Who Needs To Hear This...

41. Babehoven - Light Moving Time

40. Joyce Manner - 40 oz. to Fresno

39. Arcade Fire - We

38. Yard Act - The Overload

37. Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever - Endless Rooms

36. Papercuts - Past Life Regression

35. Bonny Light Horseman - Rolling Golden Holy

34. Thee Oh Sees - A Foul Form

33. The Range - Mercury

32. Gold Panda - The Work

31. Hot Chip - Freakout/Release

30. High Vis - Blending

29. Nilufer Yanya - Painless

28. Aldous Harding - Warm Chris

27. Bloc Party - Alpha Games

26. SPICE - Viv

25. Destroyer - Labyrinthitis

24. Kurt Vile - (watch my moves)

23. Spiritualized - Everything Was Beautiful

22. Animal Collective - Time Skiffs

21. Crime of Passing - Crime of Passing

20. Fontaines D.C. - Skinty Fia

19. Drugdealer - Hiding in Plain Sight

18. Belle and Sebastian - A Bit of Previous

17. King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard - Omnium Gatherum

16. Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Cool It Down

15. caroline - caroline

14. MJ Lenderman - Boat Songs

13. Beach House - Once Twice Melody

12. The Smile - A Light for Attracting Attention

11. Arctic Monkeys - The Car

10. Alvvays - Blue Rev

9. Cate Le Bon - Pompeii

8. Big Thief - Dragon New Warm Mountain I Believe in You

7. Friendship - Love the Stranger

6. Wet Leg - Wet Leg

5. Panda Bear, Sonic Boom - Reset

4. Real Lies - Lad Ash

3. Alex G - God Save the Animals

2. Knifeplay - Animal Drowning

1. Black Country, New Road - Ants From Up There

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iamthekarmapolice · 1 year

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unless something blows my mind in the next 2 months (and if that happens rest assured i won’t shut up about it) in the order i heard them, these are my albums of the year

beach house - once twice melody (the parts that are good are good, but this really shouldn’t have been a double album)

Fontaines dc- skinty fia (it’s oasis, it’s boring it’s repetitive but it’s fun)

Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever - Endless Rooms (this was the soundtrack to my summer and i couldn’t have asked for better. I love this album to bits; I think it’s their best yet. Dive deep is my song of the year)

Wet leg - wet leg (I couldn’t stand it at first; on a whim gave it another go while traveling in May and suddenly it grew on me)

Plosivs- plosivs (not the kind of music I normally listen to, but I really liked the sound. Pines is a standout track)

Warpaint - radiate like this (I’m not lying I only checked this album out because I dreamed about it. Ended up really CG liking it so thank you to the prophetic dream)

Hellfire - black midi (went into this fully expecting to hate it, ended up liking it. Whoever called it a broadway show from hell nailed it)

Say sue me - the last thing left (sweet, dreamy surf rock)

Daniel Rossen - you belong there (he’s my fav member from grizzly bear)

Kurt Vile - watch my moves (I love him. First track was unexpected and sweet and lovely)

Machine girl - Neon white ost (never heard of machine girl before neon white but all the people who said the new machine girl album came with a game were right)

Carly rae jepsen - the loneliest time (I can’t not like this)

Dry cleaning - stumpwork (love the evolution of their sound. Anna calls from the Arctic is another personally quintessentially 2022 song for me)

Arctic Monkeys - the car (this album is currently driving me insane)

Albums not from 2022 that i listened to a ton

Solange - when I get home

The Strokes - room on fire

Oasis - dig and out your soul

Turnstile - Glow On

Oliver Tree’s Cowboys Don’t Cry is a good song idgaf

#I know there’s still 2 months to go but I listened to a ton of new music this year #i love the feeling of falling in love with a new album here’s to a ton more before December lol #aoty 2022

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puppys-rhythm-heaven · 11 months

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i feel like i can at the very least get every perfect in fever tbh. maybe not ds or tengoku or megamix (esp not tengoku n megamix *stares at polyrhythm 2 n megamix ninja bodyguard*) but fever's easy-

#puppy rambles #rhythm hell #fever #i just need like. monkey watch (which is a lot harder in fever than in megamix tbf)#not remix 8 (also hard. 190 bpm exhibition match. hell)#micro-row 2 (no idea why i haven't perfected it yet-)#n remix 10 (only a problem cuz of night walk)

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thesixearedjax · 2 years

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My dreams story

Chapter 1

POV {Redacted}:

m-mom? What are you doing?! NO!! *Gunshot*

“Ah! It was a dream... I hope...” I awoke from the dream (6366791) “Wait. What was I dreaming about again?” I forgot already? Odd.. I got up and got ready to go to school. As I was walking to school, I got a call from my friend Lunar. “Heyy bestie!!” “Hey Lunar, how's your morning so far?” “It's been good!” “Thats good. Hey, I`ll talk to you at lunch Oki?” “Oh ok..” I walked past some medium pink roses that also have white roses as well. I was wearing a Halloween hoodie (even though it was only September), jean shorts and black tights with black furry boots.

When I got to school, I could tell that it was gonna be a shit day. Two fights already? It's like 7:59 in the morning!! “*Mumbles* I just want breakfast...” I walked into the giant building and walked to the cafeteria and sat down at my usual spot in the corner. “Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” “AHH! The hell Wukong??” My best friend decided at the last minute to be loud and hug me. “Sorry {Redacted}!” “It's ok, but please don't do that again.” “Oh alright..” my friend is trans and I like to call Him Sun Wukong, cause he simps for Monkey King in Lego Monkie Kid. I personally simp for Macaque, RedSon, MK, and Mei. Man, that’s a lot of characters... we got breakfast and sat back down. “Hey Sunny Boi, do you know what we are doing in science I forgot again..” “I don't remember either” “Oh well guess we`ll be surprised!” “Yep!” At 8:45 we departed to go to our classes.

The entire day felt like a fever dream, but it didn't look like it. (927 48 2 373261) I got back home. “Home alone again? Not even a note damnit.” I went to the kitchen to get a snack.

???`s POV:

“Heh, you don't even remember the deal you made! Perfect.”

I was watching J-{Redacted} again, after they ate their food, they left a note on faer front door.

They were about twenty feet in the air on the swing. “I think this is a grand time to reintroduce myself! He's gonna fall off the swing and through my portal, and onto a bean bag chair! Splendid!”

{Redacted}`s POV:

“AHH!!” I was falling. not again! No! I landed on a purple beanbag. “Where am I?” “Welcome!” “Wha- where am I?!”

Chapter 2

Where I was is still a mystery. “That is not important. What is important is that you are here to complete our deal!” “Deal?” “You really don't remember? Your job is to travel across the multiverse for me, you wanted an adventure.” they said. It was true I wanted a adventure... but I wasn`t expecting to basically be kidnapped! “Oki... um lemme guess.. Today is the day I start traveling the multiverse?” “Correct!” How did I forget?? “Oki soo that it?” “Yeah. Bye"

Yet again I fell through a portal. Oh, shiiiiiiiiiiiii I landed on some gray looking trees. Wait.. Gray trees!?! “Oh, I'm in the mindscape.” I fell outta the tree. “OW! Mother of sins! Fuck!” I looked around my surroundings. Gray trees were everywhere, tall gray grass aswell. Something caught my attention. Bill... I should awaken him! I walked over to Bills statue and reached out my hand. Then I shook his hand, while I waited for him to return to normal, I sat on a nearby rock. “I'm back?” I heard Bill`s voice say. I looked up and he was suddenly Infront of me. “So, are you the one who set me free?” Bill asked. “Ye I am” “Why? You know who I am right?” “Yes, I do, you are Bill Cipher!” I exclaimed. Bill looked a little surprised. “So, why did you free me?” “I wanted to, that’s all!” I then quickly said. “Yeah sure...” Bill was obviously skeptical.

Chapter 3

Bill`s Pov:

This kid is obviously hiding something, I just need to figure out what. The kid was wearing a black hoodie, jean shorts and tights underneath, with a pair of knee-high boots with fur poking out. They had short dark purple hair with the front of their hair bright red to contrast with the purple. They also had a backpack next to them. “What's in the backpack?” “Hm? Oh! Wait when did that appear?” they questioned. “Let's see what's inside!” they then said. I floated nearby/looking over their shoulder. They opened the backpack and pulled out a sticky note that was attached to a sketchbook, the note said ‘Hey {Redacted}! This a backpack for you, it has some of your stuff as you can see and a bunch of your favorite snacks! I hope you enjoy :)’

“Soo the stuff is yours?” “I guess so, well honestly I'm just glad they gave me my sketch book.” they replied. “Ooooh can I see your drawings?? Are there any of me?” I asked mostly jokingly. “Yeah, I have one of you, it's you as yourself and what I think you would look like as a human, but I think that it's still in my room.” they flipped to a probably supposed to be blank page and there the drawing was. “Oh. There it is!” they exclaimed. I grabbed the drawing and examined it. “Ooh the suit is nice! And I like the crown shaped eye patch!” Then I looked at the description. “My weaknesses are not making deals and lavender! Making deals is what I'm good at and I don't like the smell of lavender!” I was a little angry at the fact they knew a lot about me and my weaknesses. “You done ranting?” they asked, clearly not caring too much. “I was not ranting!” “Ima take that as a no.” I glared at them; they moved a little bit away from me but still had the same face.

{Redacted}`s Pov:

Well, I was expecting him to be a little mad. But I didn't really want to look as scared as I was, so I just moved a little away but kept the same expression. I was actually kinda scared though, if he wanted, he could torture me with a snap of his fingers! I grabbed the picture from him and put it in the backpack and slung it over my shoulder. I wonder what my friends are doing... I stood up and said, “So are we gonna do something or just stay here and be bored?” “Well, I`m gonna go back to the nightmare relm! You can stay here!” “Wh-what?! Nuh-uh! You are not leaving me behind!! I'm coming with you.” I was shocked. “Kid I don't think the nightmare relm is where you want be, you humans are very fragile!” “I think I`ll manage” I don`t want to be abandoned. 242461

To decipher the numbers: https://www.quotev.com/story/15108326/how-i-make-secret-messages-And-messages-to-decipher

to be continued

#my story #bill cipher #to be continued #lol

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puppypaw-wc · 3 years

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will this make sense to anyone here? probably not.

do i care? nope.

#puppy rambles #rhythm hell #for those curious tho:#the way i define it a keep-the-beat game's a game where you input nearly every beat #meaning that therefore logically nearly all of them are going to share a beat #the ones that don't are the ones where you input on the offbeat #(munchy monk sort of monkey watch packing pests and micro-row #i don't generally count endless games but also mr. upbeat i guess #oh and lockstep's offbeats)#air rally and rhythm rally #(which i'm pretty sure without the ''nearly'' part wouldn't be keep-the-beat games)#donk-donk and shrimp shuffle #(which definitely wouldn't be keep-the-beat games without the ''nearly'' but i count them so yee)#so basically fever has weird keep-the-beat games-#since monkey watch packing pests micro-row air rally donk-donk and shrimp shuffle are all from fever #oh and also also for those curious as to what games count as keep-the-beat games:#tengoku's are marching orders bunny hop and night walk (also mr. upbeat but as i said it's an endless game... so i always forget it-)#ds' are rhythm rally munchy monk frog hop space soccer and lockstep (also tunnel but yet again it's an endless game)#fever's are monkey watch air rally packing pests micro-row flipper-flop flock step donk-donk bossa nova tap troupe shrimp shuffle #and night walk (also mr. upbeat again because fever's american release replaced an endless game with mr. upbeat)#and megamix has sumo brothers and that's its only original keep-the-beat game #though granted megamix has like. twelve original games #so that's to be expected i guess #it also has like. nearly every other keep-the-beat game #it's just missing mr. upbeat tunnel donk-donk tap troupe shrimp shuffle and fever night walk #so mostly fever's #god all but one of fever's scrapped megamix games are keep-the-beat games oof-#what did fever's keep-the-beat games do to deserve this fate-#but anyways i really may be stupid so oof

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watchmegetobsessed · 2 years

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BLANK PAGE (WF extra blurb)

⚫️A/N: my fave duo is back for a short blurb!! i really wanted to bring them back as soon as possible and i finally had the time to write this little blurb about the time they decided to move in together!

⚫️PAIRING: Professor!Harry X Reader

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Your head feels like monkeys are pounding on it, your joints and muscles are aching and you don’t remember what it’s like to breathe through your nose. It’s been clogged for days now while also constantly running, which has always been such a weird thing to you, but your body does a lot of questionable things when you’re sick.

The nightstand holds the most important supplies, tissues, both dirty and clean ones, thermometer, an empty mug and another one filled with tea, pills and all kinds of medicine you hoped would ease you out of this hell, but your sickness has been torturing you for three days now. It started with a sore throat and you really thought it would go away quickly, but it just got worse until you had to call in sick on Wednesday. You barely left your bed since then, sleeping the days away as you slowly recover from the meanest cold you’ve ever had to fight.

You faintly hear the front door open and close, a pair of feet walking down the hallway in a familiar pattern. Just as you blink your eyes open you see Harry appearing at the door of your bedroom, his beautiful green eyes filled with concern as he walks closer and sits to the edge of the bed, his hand finding your forehead in an instant to check how hot it is.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” he coos and his voice is like the honey in your tea.

“A bit better,” you sigh, as you force out a tiny smile for him.

He’s been over at your place every possible moment, even almost took a day out when you told him how shitty you’d been feeling, but you convinced him it’s perfectly fine if he just drops by after work. He is taking good care of you, helped you bathe when your fever was the worst, got you anything you could possibly need and he’s been cleaning your place for you these past two days, changing your bedsheets, cleaning your bathroom, washing your dishes. He is a saint and you’re the luckiest woman alive.

“I brought you some soup. You want to come and eat it at the table or do you want me to bring it to bed?” He caresses your cheek before his hand drops to his lap, his eyes never leaving you. You know you look like shit, you haven’t washed your hair in almost a week, your skin is not in the best shape since you haven’t had the energy to even properly wash your face, and you’re pretty sure you have a stain on your shirt, because you spilled tea on yourself this morning. Not your best shape, but you feel like you have nothing to hide from him.

You’ve been an official couple for almost a year now, after all the craziness you went through, now you’re happier than ever, aside from your current state. There’s no doubt Harry is the person you want to be with for the rest of your life and you still owe Niall for bringing him back to you.

“I’ll go and eat it at the table. Feel like I’m becoming one with this bed,” you groan and finally a tiny smile appears on his face.

Harry stays the night, you take a shower with him and he washes your hair, it makes you feel instantly better and when you fall asleep in his arms it’s like the best medicine you could take.

By the time Sunday rolls around you finally make progress and start looking and feeling like an actual human being. You haven’t had a fever in over a day and your nose has also started functioning again. You’re chilling on the couch, watching a series you started together, you’re basically lying on top of Harry, his arms wrapped tight around you.

“Are you staying the night?” you hum, kissing his chest. Tomorrow is Monday and you decided to stay home just one more day while he has work, but that doesn’t mean he can’t spend the night with you.

“Do you want me to?” he asks and you lift your head to look at him.

“You know I always want you around. Do you not feel like I want you around?”

“I do,” he smiles. “Just want to make sure I’m not bothering you,” he adds.

“Harry, you’ll know when you’re bothering me. But weirdly, even then, I still want you around.”

“Yeah?” His grin starts to grow.

“Yeah. I might want to smack you, but I love you and I want you around as much as possible.”

He stares back at you with bright eyes and you push yourself up so your lips could meet before you lie your head back to his chest. You shift your focus back to the show on the screen while Harry thinks about your words a little longer and another side to them that’s been on his mind for a while now.

A few weeks later you’re both having an extremely busy week. Harry has a lot of deadlines and you’re working on a new and important project too, so coordinating your lives has been a hard task with your packed schedules and it’s been stressing you both out, not seeing each other as much as you want.

When you finally manage to be at the same place you notice that something is on Harry’s mind. At first you think he is just tired, that his mind is still at work, but when you finish dinner you realize that it has to be something else.

“H?” you softly place a hand to his back when he is washing the dishes. He hums in reply. “Do you want to talk about what’s on your mind?” you ask, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

With a sigh, he finishes the last plate and shuts the water off, drying his hand in a towel as he turns to face you. You can see the gears turning in his head, trying to find the right words.

“I think a lot about the stages of a relationship and when things are supposed to happen. I know it’s different for everyone, but I just… I don’t want to bring something up too early, when you’re not ready.”

“Just tell me what’s on your mind, we can talk it over,” you tell him softly and moving closer you wrap your arms around his waist and he pulls you into his embrace right away.

“I’ve been thinking about when you were sick. How I just wanted to take care of you whenever and however I could and be there when you needed me. And this week, it’s been a pain in the ass to find time to even see each other. So… I think that I want to… That I would like it if we… If we lived together.”

He is nervous. He doesn’t know how you’ll react, he is afraid you’ll think it’s too early. Harry feels like he’s spent his whole life loving you and he has no doubt he wants to spend the rest of it with you as well, but he’s never entirely sure you feel the same way, even though you do or say nothing to make him question your intentions.

He stares down at you, looking for any sign of discomfort at the idea, but when he sees a warm smile stretch across your face, the knot in his stomach disappears.

“I think that would be amazing.”

“Really? You’re not just saying it because I brought it up?”

“No,” you shake your head chuckling. “I’ve been actually thinking about it too. Would be nice to come home to you every day, not have to plan when we see each other because we are always together when we have the time. So I like the idea a lot.”

“Oh God, you have no idea how relieving this is to me,” Harry exhales heavily and you have to laugh at how dramatic he made the situation out to be.

“Did you think I would react differently? I always tell you I want to be with you as much as possible, I thought we were on the same page.”

“We are, I was just… I didn’t see your page clearly,” he chuckles as he leans down and kisses your lips softly. “So… we’re gonna do this?”

“Absolutely,” you nod confidently.

“Are you thinking about using either your or my space or should we look for a new one?”

“I think we deserve a new one. I used to share my place with Derek and you found yours when we were still in a weird place, we should get ourselves a blank page.”

“I like that. We can find one with a huge closet for all your clothes,” he suggests, his eyes filled with excitement, like a kid on Christmas morning.

“And we can have lots of book cases for your mini library,” you gush cupping his face in your hands.

“That sounds…”

“Good?” you grin at him.

“Yeah. But also exactly like the future I want to have with you.”

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george-fabian-weasley · 4 years

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George Weasley — Wonder Part 1

Summary: Best friends since the Sorting Hat, you have developed a curious feeling towards George Weasley recently. And you wonder, what it's like to be loved by him.

Words: 2,951 words

Warnings ⚠ : Slow-burn, Angst (kinda)

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"What does that one looks like?" You said, pointing to a constellation in the sky as you laid down onto the grass, right in front of Hagrid's hut. Beside you left and right were Fred and George Weasley.

You three had snuck out of the Gryffindor common room in the middle of the night to watch the stars. They have been exceptionally bright these days, so you figured why not.

Hagrid didn't mind you three, in fact he even prepared three mugs of hot chocolate in case you get cold outside.

"Kinda looks like an elephant, don't you think?" Fred mused, squinting his eyes hard to see the imaginary lines connecting to each star. "More like a dog to me." George chattered, clearly enjoying the cool breeze of the night.

"What do you see, Meredith?" Fred asked with a mischievous smile. You rolled your eyes, he used your middle name even when he knew you hated it as a tease sometimes. "Well, Gideon," Fred instantly groaned in cringe while George laughed in satisfaction, "I see a bloody goose." You laughed and high-fived with George.

"Never again am I telling my middle name to you." Fred chuckled in defeat, yet grinning as you out-teased him, as per usual.

You cackled in victory, "Ha, the sweet taste of victory sure taste good." You laughed again, holding your stomach. The twins had known that you were the type to be amused easily, and this was one of those moments. They watched you laugh with a few chuckles out of them themselves, sometimes your laugh were contagious.

After you had calmed down, the scene was serene again. "I wish we could do this more often." You muttered loud enough for the boys to hear. "Hmm, I dunno, Y/N. Reckon doing it more often would be quite boring, wouldn't it?" Fred spoke, the look of slight disagreement rested on his face.

You pouted slightly, not that you minded. Fred has always been an outspoken person, this is normal to you.

"Maybe next time we could do a night picnic? Sneak some food out from the kitchens, bribe the house elves not to tell a soul, and voilà." George offered an idea, his eyes occasionally glanced at you, then looked back to the stars above.

You widened your eyes in surprise as you quickly sat up and turned to his direction with twinkling eyes, "Really? We could do that?"

George scoffed a smile at you and slightly chuckled, "Of course we could do that, why couldn't we?"

Suddenly the time seemed like it stopped. You blinked at George, whoa okay since when did he look so good? He was smiling at you with his arm supporting his head while the other rested on his stomach, unintentionally flexing his outer-line biceps as the sweater Molly had given him last Christmas had become a little small.

Wait, what?

"Y/N? Y/N Meredith Y/L/N, do you hear me?" You blinked back to reality as Fred called your name. "Blimey, you really found the galaxy in George's eyes, didn't you?" Fred teased.

Before you could even answer, the voice of Mr. Filch was suddenly present, "Who's there?"

"Shit, hide, hide." George instantly helped you up and ran to hide behind Hagrid's hut, you and Fred were hot on his tails.

As Filch knocked on Hagrid's door, the half-giant opened it sleepily, "Oh, Argus. What do you want?"

"I hear students around your hut, you're not hiding them, are you, Hagrid?" Mr. Filch said and you three heard the change of tone in Hagrid's voice, "... Why don't you come in first, Argus? Have some tea."

You knew that was a sign to run once Filch had entered the hut. You made a mental note to yourself to thank Hagrid the next day for helping you three escape. As soon as the old squish entered Hagrid’s hut, George took a hold of your hand suddenly and ran to the castle’s direction.

Was his hand always this big?

As soon as you three arrived to the hallways, you wheezed for air. Bloody Fred and George were nearly nowhere from huffing their breaths heavily, clearly their athletic bodies could handle a little run. But you, being a tad shorter than them and obviously not athletic, it was killing you.

“Sorry, Y/N. You alright there?” George said, chuckling as he watched you wheezed an answer, “A minute...”

“Alright, you monkeys. Let’s go back to the common room now.” Fred hollered, clearly had already recovered and was walking, leaving George and you behind. George watched you take a deep breath and exhale, “Okay, I’m fine now.”

George was obviously entertained by your little show a few seconds ago, and you rolled your eyes with a lazy smile in your lips, “Amused now, are we?” You slurred boringly, earning a toothy grin from George, “With you, Y/N, always.”

You shoved him off, “Shut up, Weasley.” in hopes that could conceal the sudden heat rising up to your face. You two began to walk in silence, while watching Fred walking alone at the front. It was a comfortable silence, and the aura around you two were just too homey to break out of.

You have a habit where you would hold your friends’ pinkie while you walk, and your entire friend group knows that. You couldn’t say why, maybe it brings you comfort that someone was beside you. So there you were, walking slowly to the common room while holding George’s pinkie.

When you three arrived to the common room, you felt your hand lost its warmth that George provided a few seconds ago as he pulled away...What the bloody hell?

“See you tomorrow, Meredith.” Fred called out while walking to the boy’s bedroom followed by George, you smiled and bidded your goodbye, “Goodnight, boys.”

Next morning came and you groaned in annoyance. After getting dressed, you walked down to the great hall for breakfast. You sat across the already-finishing-half-of-their-plates twins. “Merlin, Y/N, did you not sleep last night?” Fred laughed at you as soon as he saw the eye-bags beneath your eyes.

“I can’t bloody sleep, you wanker. Dunno why, though.” You gruntled and began to eat your cereal. Ohoho, but you knew exactly why.

All night you were thinking of George Weasley. Since when did everything he do seem so attractive to you? Like that night when he was laying on the grass with one of his arm supporting his head while his other arm on his torso, how the hell did he pull that look off? Why did he look so good doing it? Or the time when he held your hand to run from Filch, and you remembered how visible his veins were, and how warm his hand was... what the fuck? Bloody hell, you were almost certain you’re going crazy.

And then you remembered how he let you hold his pinkie while walking last night. Suddenly your chest felt fuzzes and buzzes, and you heard your heartbeat clearly, whoa am I okay?

The said boy waved his hand to you, snapping you out from dead-staring at your cereal, “You alright?” George asked, eyebrows slightly furrowing at you in concern. You blinked at him and coughed a bit, “Y-yeah, just remembered something.”

“Blimey, Y/N, your face is bloody red! Should we send you to the hospital wing?” Fred widened his eyes at you, munching whatever it was he was eating. You felt a hand touching your forehead, it was George’s. He stood up and reached over to touch your forehead, “I think you have a fever, Y/N.”

You flinched from his hand as you suddenly realized something. Fuzzy chest, heart beating fast, heat up to your face whenever you think of George, can’t stop remembering how good he looked like?

Merlin’s bloody beard, you like him.

“I-I gotta go.” You said abruptly, running your eyes everywhere but George’s. “What, to the hospital wing?” “You need us to walk you there, Meredith?”

“No need! Uh, see you in Potions.” You shouted as you ran out of the Great Hall and to the bathroom.

'What the hell was that, what the bloody hell was that, oh my god-' You can't stop freaking out in your head, this feeling was foreign to you. Not that you've never liked someone before, it's just that you've been so comfortable with the twins it almost sounds completely and maniacally absurd to suddenly like one of them.

You ended up avoiding the twins for the whole day that day, trying to process your own feelings because Merlin, if even one of them found out you like the other, it could be the end of your long years of friendship as a trio.

As you returned to the common room after an exhausting day of avoiding the Weasley Twins as if they were plagues, you sighed.

You could remember the confused and slightly hurt expressions of the two boys, they knew something was wrong with you but they just couldn't pinpoint what it was.

And after a long day being alone with your thoughts, you have come to terms with your feelings. You do like George Weasley, in a romantically way. That-that shouldn't be a problem now, should it?

"Oi, Meredith."

You flinched and turned around, the twins had just arrived to the common room. "Heyyy, boys..." You put out a nervous laughter and an awkward wave.

"What's the matter with you today? You've been avoiding us for hours." Fred scowled. One thing about Fred is that he is very clingy with his friends, not that you minded, it just shows that he cares. And while you knew George is the same as his older brother, he tend to keep it hidden inside, in order to not offend anyone.

George was beside him, looking quite hurt also but concerned as well. Their eyes were on you, and you weren't sure which pair of eyes you want to look at.

You sighed, "I'm sorry boys, I shouldn't have avoided you like that. I just need some time alone with myself, to..." You trailed off, eyes glancing at George for merely a second before looking away, "... To think."

"You could've told us. Georgie here was worried if the fever you had this morning got worse." Fred pouted, before smiling slightly at you. Your heart beats significantly faster at the mention of George, yet you brushed it off.

Nothing will change this friendship. Not even this feeling.

"Awh, aren't you boys adorable." You cooed and laughed before settling down, "I'm fine though, the 'fever' I had is already gone, so no worries."

George smiled at you, "Well, glad that you're fine, but you could've told us earlier!"

"We were worried!"

"Sick!"

"And here I thought we did something wrong!"

"Well we're bloody done for if that's the case."

"Totally."

You laughed loudly, these were the times where the Weasleys would finish each other sentences, clearly shows how aligned their minds work together. And sometimes they didn't even notice.

While you were laughing, the Golden Trio came in. "Hey, everyone." Harry greeted, looking at you as your laugh took his attention. "What's Y/N laughing at?" Ron, the twins' younger brother, asked with amusement.

George shrugged with a smile, "Who knows."

"Y/N laughs at everything." Fred continued.

"Just your brothers being clowns as always." You mused, finally calming down. Ron snorted loudly, "As if they've stopped being clowns for even a second."

Everybody laughed, Fred even pulled Ron into a headlock and messed with his hair, "Ickle Ronniekins is starting to be funny, eh?"

The next few days came like a blur.

You and the twins reconciled as if you've never had any misunderstandings before. You were back becoming the three infamous Hogwarts prankster trio. Just this week, you three had received 4 detentions, 2 by Snape for simply talking in his class (typical), and 2 by Professor McGonagall for sneaking a Puking Pastille into one of a Slytherin's drink during lunch.

Poor guy had to have a bucket around him for a few hours.

Fortunately, the detention was held at the Astronomy Tower, Professor McGonagall had informed that the tower needed some cleaning to do due to some owls inhabiting there for a while. While Fred was brought down to the tower stairs, George and you were instructed to clean the top floor.

"Did you see his bloody face? Boy was as pale as a paper!" You cackled in joy, moping the floor while talking to George. George joined your laughter, adding something too, "If it weren't for the bucket he's holding, pretty sure Snape would've written something on his face."

Your laughter doubled, somehow it echoed through the whole tower and you heard Fred downstairs whining, "You two lots aren't having fun without me, are you?"

"Us?" You looked downstairs, Fred was looking up looking dissatisfied that he's not up there. "Never." You and George said in unison, yet the tone in your voices obviously stated otherwise.

You quietly laughed at Fred's face, he's clearly annoyed now. "Pretty sure he's gonna sulk later on." You muttered to George, who nodded in confirmation, "Yeah, reckon would take a while to talk him out of it, eh?"

You chuckled, "Just give him some fireworks and he'll be fine." George chuckled and shook his head, looking at his older brother lazily sweeping the stairs.

As you two continued to clean, suddenly the sky turned orange. Not orange specifically, more like the combination of blue, purple, pink and orange.

Ah, the sun is setting.

You were frozen on your feet, somehow the Astronomy Tower gave a perfect view of the sunset. The orange orb slowly going underneath Black Lake, and the water just reflected all of the giant star' light. It looked so ethereal, you simply forgot how to breathe.

You went and sit at the edge of the tower, your legs dangling at the dangerously high height. Yet you feel no fear, only warmth filled your heart. "It looks amazing, George." You breathed out, your smile was as wide as a door.

George came and sit beside you, only a few inches and his fingers would caress yours. "It looks really beautiful." He sighed, enjoying the warm sunlight that kissed his skin. You turned your head to him, watching George close his eyes and just enjoying the warmth of the sun, with a soft smile on his lips.

His skin, kissed by the sun, gives off a soft golden colour, and his red hair shine gently with it. His eyelashes somehow sparkled and the whole view just took your breath away.

Not the sunset, no. George.

When he opened his eyes and looked at you, as if you were in a trance, you couldn't pull away.

"Has anyone ever told you, that you're beautiful, George?" You breathed out, regardless of how breathless you feel under his stare.

"People had called me handsome and dashing before. But beautiful?" He slowly smiled, "... Not yet."

You blinked and looked away, nervously laughing. "W-well, you are. And so is Fred, and so am I." You covered up, your eyes watching the sun that is now getting smaller by time.

"Everyone knows you're beautiful, Y/N."

You snickered, "What was that supposed to mean, Weasley?" You teased, yet the heartbeat in your chest started to pick up its pace.

"Anything that you want it to be, sweetheart."

Your heart, as it seems, had plummeted to the center of the Earth. The heat in your face seems to double up, reckon that it's not the sunlight.

"Aren't you a bloody flirt." You shoved him to the side, chuckling. He joined as well.

As you looked at the sunset, suddenly there is this bravery inside of you. "Hey." You called. George looked at you, urging you to continue.

"I have someone that I like."

George's big eyes was so mistake that he was surprised. Y/N, the kid who has been growing up with them since babies, is liking someone?

"Who's the unlucky lad?" George asked excitedly. You rolled your eyes in playfulness. While your heart screamed, "IT'S YOU, YOU MONKEY!", you simply said, "None of your business, Weasley."

George scoffed, "Then why bother telling me." He said in a fake-hurt tone, and you chuckled. "Because it's not a big deal. I just... want to let things out."

"Well, let it out then."

You smiled, realizing George was looking at you, yet you kept your eyes to the slowly dissipating sun. "I wonder what it's like to be the one he loves."

"Ah, it's a he." He teased. You laughed and swatted him playfully, "Let me talk, woman."

"I wonder how he would be with his lover. Would he bring them to late night dates at Hogsmeade? Would he sneak into their dorm just wanting to cuddle?" You softly smiled, your heartbeat was increasing per second.

This is like an involuntary confession.

"Would he bring them home during Christmas to spend time with his family? Or would he give them gifts, no matter how many times they say it's okay. Would he... give his affection in public? Or in private because he's a tad shy?"

The surroundings turned quiet, and the orange sky had turned purple, the sun was no longer present, instead the little stars started to come out and play.

Suddenly the emotions came swarming at you, making you choked up. Tears were threatening to fall from the bridge of your eyes to you cheeks, and you cursed under your breath. "W-would he... give a chance to me? And let me see by myself if my wonderings are correct?"

You looked at him, George who was dumbfounded and looking stunned, and you smiled with teary-eyes, "I wonder."

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The Sky’s Tsunami - Chapter 5

3rd Person POV

(Y/n) storms out of the plane to stare a Coulson as LOLA lands, (Y/n)'s shoulder freshly bandaged from her gunshot wound.

"You called my sister! Why the hell did you call my sister?!" (Y/n) yells at the man and Skye steps back.

"I called Clint too," Coulson says.

"What the hell! That's even worse!" (Y/n) storms back onto the plane, stopping as she runs into a curly-haired redhead and a spiky-haired blonde.

Ward, Skye, May, Coulson, Simmons, and Fitz watch as the taller redhead screams at (Y/n) in Russian.

(Y/n) shoots a desperate glance at Clint and he finally comes to her rescue.

"Natasha," everyone's head turns to the tall redhead at the blonde's word. "Calm down, it's not like she's not been shot before."

"I'm staying until her shoulder's healed," Natasha says.

(Y/n) smiles, letting out a little laugh, "Of course you are." Then she turns to Clint. "But you're not staying, right Hawkeye?"

Everyone but Coulson's jaws drop.

"Shut it, (Y/n). I'm leaving," Clint says, giving (Y/n) a hug.

"Bye Clint," (Y/n) says, using her uninjured arm to nudge her friend back towards the stairs to get into the Quinjet. "Wait, who's taking care of my kitten?" she asks.

"Clint," Natasha answers simply.

(Y/n) nods. "Now, let me take you to my office," (Y/n) glares at her sister, grabbing her upper arm.

"(Y/n)'s not an Avenger though, is she?" Jemma asks, watching as (Y/n) drags her sister upstairs.

"No, I think we'd know," Fitz reasons.

(Y/n) walks back down the spiral staircase to help Skye carry her things onto the Bus.

(Y/n) takes a duffel bag and Skye a box of some of her things.

"I'd carry more -" (Y/n) is cut off.

"I'd murder you," Natasha says, taking the duffel from (Y/n).

"You know I love you, but I really hate you sometimes," (Y/n) complains and Skye watches the two bicker as they walk up the spiral staircase. "And by the way, my shoulder's healed, you can leave now," (Y/n) smiles, taking off the sling.

Natasha narrows her eyes, staring at (Y/n)'s shoulder.

"Fine," Natasha shakes her head, before smiling. "I'm still staying," she says and (Y/n) groans.

"You're mean," (Y/n) pouts.

"After this whole thing, I'm wondering where my bunk is," Skye says.

"Right, follow me," (Y/n) says, pointing to a bunk near her office. "And Nat, your's is here," she points to the farthest bunk away.

(Y/n) leaves the two and walks into the debriefing room.

"We've been called in to investigate an 0-8-4," Ward says as she walks in. "We all know what that means."

"Yeah, it means," (Y/n) says. "It means, we don't know what that means."

"Officially, it's an airborne mobile command station," Fitz says, leaning on the wall by Skye's bunk. "But we call it the Bus. We find it best to use shorthand when in the field. But everything has to be just so, you know, because of the danger."

"Yeah, I've been up here before," Skye answers, sitting down on her bed, "but I didn't see much because of the bag Agent Ward had put over my head."

"Yes, so sorry about that," Simmons says. "Water?" she asks, grabbing a bottle from a nearby table.

"Wheels up in two, lock it or lose it," May's voice echoes over the intercom.

"What does that mean?" Skye wonders aloud.

"No backing out now," Simmons says.

"Hey," Skye says as Ward knocks on the door of her bunk. "I know we didn't really -"

"Might want to read that," Ward says, shoving a pamphlet into the brunette's hands. "This isn't like other planes."

"You can say that again," Skye mutters, opening the pamphlet and looking at it.

"Say what again?" Coulson asks as he and (Y/n) step forward.

"Sweet ride," Skye says with a dazzling smile that (Y/n) definitely didn't notice.

"I earned a little goodwill from Director Fury when I got hit right before the Battle of New York," Coulson says.

"You took a bullet?" Skye asks, an interested expression on her face.

"Ish," Coulson says.

"An Asgardian stabbed him through the heart right in front of me," (Y/n) says with a frown, "with a Chitauri scepter."

"Traumatized my little sister for months," Natasha says walking up and placing a hand on her sister's shoulder.

"You also were very upset," (Y/n) says.

"Aww!" Coulson says, looking at the Black Widow. "You were upset?" he asks.

Natasha sighs and nods.

The four go to sit down at a table and Coulson slides a coaster towards Skye for her water bottle. "Here. Use a coaster."

"I don't even know where we're going," Skye says as the four slides behind the table, (Y/n) sitting in between Skye and Natasha.

"Peru," Coulson replies.

"That's where the 0-8-4 was reported," (Y/n) adds.

"And an 0-8-4 is . . . ?" Skye asks.

"An object of unknown origin," Coulson answers. "Kind of like you."

"Team goes in, determines if it's useful or if it poses a threat," Natasha explains, smiling at the young brunette.

"The last two turned out to be pretty interesting," Coulson states.

"And what were they?" Skye asks, taking a sip of her water.

"A hammer and," Coulson nods to (Y/n), who shrinks lower in her seat.

Natasha joins May in the cockpit as the Bus lands down in a field in Peru.

The group gets into some SHIELD vans as they drive to the sight of the 0-8-4.

"Come on," (Y/n) smiles at Skye.

(Y/n) and Skye follow Fitz and Simmons walk towards the trees.

"I would love to see a capuchin in the wild," Fitz says. "Maybe even a yellow-tailed woolly monkey. You know, um, Peru has thirty-two species of monkey."

"Yeah, and close to two hundred species of snakes," Simmons pipes up. "The shushupe has a fascinating ven - venom," Simmons stuttered as Fitz's case hits one of the trucks. "It's neurotoxic, proteolytic, and hemolytic." Simmons chuckles, and Fitz does too, but more nervously.

"That's fascinating," Fitz says.

"Yeah," Jemma agrees and (Y/n) smiles at Fitz's nervousness. "Oh. No, I'd be much more concerned with earthquakes, mala -" an insect buzzes and lands on Fitz and Jemma smacks it.

"Hey!" Fitz complains.

"Ha, there's no vaccine for dengue fever," Jemma says as the two enter the wood, (Y/n) and Skye walking behind them.

(Y/n) chuckles as she holds back a branch so Skye could walk in front of her.

"Ooh, look at this," Jemma says and (Y/n) nods in appreciation.

Skye stays put as she catches sight of Coulson and Natasha as (Y/n) jogs over to walk with Fitz and Simmons.

"We should warn the people who live around here if the 0-8-4 is dangerous," Skye says, looking between Natasha and Coulson. "They're already dealing with anti-mining rebels and the shining path guerillas. I could post something."

"Remember the panic when that anti-matter meteor splashed down just off the coast of Miami, nearly devoured the city?" Coulson asks, looking up at the temple.

"No," Skye says, exchanging a glance with Natasha.

"Precisely," Coulson turns to the hacker. "Because we kept it quiet and contained."

"So, what am I doing?" Skye asks.

"Well, if it gets out, I might need you to create some kind of diversion," Coulson says, "put the public on the wrong scent."

"So everything that I'm against," Skye says, an eyebrow raised.

"Welcome to SHIELD, kid," Natasha says, patting Skye's shoulder and walking over to stand at May's side.

(Y/n) grins at FitzSimmons as they take a selfie with the temple in the background.

"Good morning, Professor," Coulson greets, stepping up to greet the Professor.

"This is Agent Coulson and I'm Agent Rushman," (Y/n) gestures to Coulson at her side. "We're with SHIELD."

"I understand you've made an interesting discovery," Coulson addresses the Professor.

The Professor sighs, "I-I'm not sure how to explain it. This temple dates back at least five hundred years. It's filled with Pre-Incan artifacts. One of them is impossible."

(Y/n) exchanges a glance with Simmons, "What is it?"

"I'm not sure," the Professor says and (Y/n) nods. "And it looks like it might be dangerous."

"That's what we're here for," Coulson says following the Professor inside.

FitzSimmons watch in amusement as Natasha walks up, clapping a hand on her sister's shoulder - the one that hadn't been shot. "Aww! Look at my baby sister taking charge!"

(Y/n) beams at sister, "Shut it. I'm a Level Eight."

A frown spreads across Natasha's face. "But how's that fair?" she whines.

"I must be better than you," (Y/n) smirks, nudging her sister affectionately before leaving her sister standing dumbfounded as (Y/n) walks into the temple.

Fitz and Simmons exchange a look, before retreating into the temple after the two Level Eight Agents.

"Exactly as we found it," the Professor says, and (Y/n) steps forward to inspect the machine in the wall.

"Who else knows about this?" Coulson questions.

"Just the Ministry," the Professor replies, and (Y/n) steps back as it begins to glow.

Word Count: 1477 words

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