#shush he angy

[ethngeo]

I present to you angry little kitten Indra

[thebrainrotsreal]

S2 is here and I've never been more stressed for this lad.

[st311ar]

Self-indulgent, take this as a joke if you want because it might be later. Idk i love my boyfriend.

STOP BEATING MY BOYFRIEND WITH EVERY GODDAMN WEAPON IMAGINABLE! STOP THE DAMN MORRO ABUSE PLEASE SILVERWINDS!MORRO HAS HAD ENOUGH ABUSE FROM PREEMINENT ALREADY YOU PHSYCOS!!!!!!

thank you for coming to my ted talk. Yes i am heavily armed with about 200 pianos.

[starhvney]

Halo! Anon who said 'PLEASE KEEP LIVING' again ^^!! Anyway, I wanted to try requesting so can I request a Gene x reader oneshot where the reader has to babysit her little brother/sister (you decide the name and gender!) with the help of her boyfriend, Gene? I imagine their friends teasing them a little bit about it and when they go to the supermarket with the kid the cashier'll give a small comment about them being 'a cute married couple'

Thank you, and don't rush!

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: mystreet gene x fem!reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: after you were asked to babysit your little sister, your boyfriend helps you with the adorable task

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, slice of life, established relationship

𝐂𝐖: none

𝐀/𝐍: i went ahead with little sister because i only have sisters so it was easier to write tehe. this is adorable btw thank you for the prompt anon! i am still living!

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

come over?

i can’t today, have to babysit angie and get groceries :,)

so?

you blink down at your phone, pausing while buckling angelina into her car seat as your eyebrows pinch together at your boyfriend’s message.

???

i’ll go with you.

you huff out a laugh, and angelina responds with a confused giggle of her own, her small hands bouncing against the sides of her seat in anticipation. you finish buckling her into her tiny constraints, to which she pouts at you, kicking her chubby legs in protest with a whine. you merely poke her nose, whispering a “shush” and clambering into the driver’s seat.

okay, i’m leaving right now though

ok, pick me up on the way then

i’ll be there soon

:)

it’s only a few songs into your jam sesh with angelina before you make it to gene’s apartment. you decided to take her up to the door with you, knowing how excited she got to see your friends. before you could knock, gene opened the door for you, dark blue eyes crinkling as he smiled at the pair of you.

“hey.” he leans forward to greet you with a short-lived kiss.

“gaaa!” angelina calls out, leaning forward from your hold with outstretched arms as she eagerly babbles for gene to hold her.

it doesn’t take much convincing on her part, as he snatches her from you instantly, giving her a short toss in the air and planting a kiss on the small girl’s cheek.

“hello there, angel.” he whispers, voice uncharacteristically high as he hugs angelia to his chest.

“eeewwww, stinky baby!” zenix’s voice calls from deeper in the apartment.

soon both sasha and zenix appear by gene’s side, curiously peaking around him to gaze at the one year old like she was a spectacle.

“tell him he’s the stinky one, angie,” gene says, using his hand to raise her fist up in a threatening—as a baby could be—manner. “say you’re stinky!”

“didi!”

“ooohhhhoho, you just got burned by a baby, loser.” sasha laughs.

“not cool, angelina.” zenix pouts, poking her stomach and wiggling his fingers, causing her to break out into giggles.

as all of your amused laughter dies down, gene steps out of the apartment with you,  angelina still snug in his arms.

“see you guys later.” you say, turning and grabbing her tiny hands to help her wave goodbye at the duo still in the doorway.

“say bye bye, angie!” gene encourages her.

“look at them, they look like a cute family already.”

“sickening.” zenix jokingly scoffs.

“gene, who knew you’d be such a girl dad.” sasha says, her expression slightly perturbed by his sudden shift in character.

“are you kidding? if he had a son that ended up like him he’d go into cardiac arrest by thirty.” zenix leans forward with a teasing smirk on his face. “he wouldn’t know what to do.”

gene sighs and rolls his eyes at his friends’ conversation, knowing they were definitely right. 

“whatever,  byeee.” he sarcastically drawls out, beginning to walk away.

“bababa!” angelina waves her stubby hand over gene’s shoulder as you follow along beside them.

“bye mom and dad! bye little baby!” they call out behind you.

“since you’re holding her you get to try and put angie in her car seat.”

after gene gets her in her car seat with ease–much to your chagrin–the three of you are soon in the grocery store with angelina kicking joyfully in the basket seat. as you’re busy looking down at your list, gene races off down the empty aisle, giggling along with angie’s contagious laughter.

“gene!” you attempt to scold him, racing after him as he steers off out of sight. as you turn the corner you nearly run over an elderly woman holding a small basket of baking goods.

“oh, i’m so sorry, excuse me!” you frantically apologize, backing up to make sure she was okay.

you’re surprised to see a joyful expression on her face as she waves her worn hands in dismissal.

“oh, you’re alright dear. my husband used to do the same thing with our baby when we were younger,” she beams.

you don’t have the heart to tell her that you are, in fact, not married to gene nor is that your child as she reaches out to pat your arm.

“it’s nice to see young couples who aren’t so serious all the time. enjoy these moments while they last.”

“oh, um, of course.” your eyes dart down to the end of the store, where gene has now disappeared in another aisle with an ecstatic angelina in tow. 

looking back, the granny is already shuffling away, waving you to go on. “go on and make sure they don’t get up to too much mischief, now.”

“thank you, have a nice rest of your day!” you wave back. her face wrinkles joyfully as she disappears down another aisle, prompting you to take off after the runaway pair.

you turn into the toy aisle, panting as you finally catch up. gene is gently shaking an adorable duck plushie in front of angie, who is pointing and grabbing at it insistently.

“you like this one? yeah i was thinking the same thing. good choice, angel.” 

“gene.”

after handing the toy to angelina, he turns to look at you with puppy eyes and the face of a scolded child.

“yes ma’am?”

you lift your arms in exasperation, eyebrows raised to say, “what the hell, man?” without actually saying it.

“look!” he points insistently to your younger sister, who is donning a gummy toothed smile as her small fingers grip onto the small duck. she innocently lifts it up to showcase it to you, it’s beaded eyes somehow as pleading as the looks gene and angelina were throwing your way.

rolling your eyes, you give in, turning with your list in hand. “fine, but that’s it. we’re here for groceries.”

by the end of your perusal through the different aisles, gene managed to convince you that him and angelina absolutely needed ice cream, fruit snacks, and lollipops as a sweet treat. after the fourth item, you sent him a stern glare that he groaned at.

“your sister is so mean to me, angie.” he teasingly pouts, leaning in to you with a fake sob.

angelina stares at the both of you in confusion, before turning her attention back to the toy gene had snagged for her.

“wow.” he deadpans, sighing as he take his weight off of you to help place the groceries on the cashier’s conveyor belt.

the bored looking teen smiles at angelina, her face lightening up a bit.

“your baby is so adorable.” she gushes, reaching over to scan the teddy bear without taking it from her.

“thanks, but she’s not-“

“i know right, she looks just like her mom doesn’t she?” gene wraps an arm around your waist, slouching over to lean his head onto your shoulder. 

blood rises to your cheeks as you flusteredly go quiet, unable to come up with any words. you can’t see his face, but you’re sure he’s got a shit eating grin plastered all over it. the cashier nods, completely buying his lie.

“yeah! it’s funny, people usually the first born looks like their dad…” she shrugs, finishing up her check out with a content smile.

“have a nice day!”

the three of you leave the store, with gene snickering behind you. you shoot a side eye at him, but your resolve quickly crumbles once again.

“what?” he nonchalantly asks, shrugging his shoulders in faux innocence.

all you can do is merely sigh, the red in your cheeks still prominently visible.

“we got her, angie! look at her cute face.” he grins, reaching over to pinch your cheeks, planting a kiss to your forehead.

angelina cheers, lifting her new teddy bear in celebration. you finally break out in laughter, conceding to your loss as gene triumphantly smiles in victory.

©starhvney, 2024. please do not steal or repost my works as your own.

[nerd-cat-rambles]

Danganronpa Characters Watching a Move (at the cinema)

Eats all their food before the movie starts:

Akane - Foodie

Aoi - No self control when it comes to food

Hiro - Somehow accidentally eats it all

Kaito - Trips while walking up the stairs and spills it everywhere.

Nagito - Eats it during the trailers

Cries when the supporting character/animal dies:

Chihiro - Cries when the dog dies

Gundham - Also cries when the dog dies

Himiko - ALSO cries when the dog dies

Kaede - "They were such a supportive character *sniff, sob*"

Mikan - (She cried because the opening was too loud)

Peko - She cried when the dogs were separated in the street

Sakura - "What a loyal character"

Sonia - Cries when the dog dies

Monomi/Usami - "They didn't deserve that" <- Animal and Character

Nekomaru - "They took one for the team... that's loyalty... *sniffling*"

Throws Popcorn/Food at People:

Fuyuhiko - He hits the couple infront of him while they're kissing

Hiyoko - She dumps it on the people being too loud and laughs at them

Kokichi - Throws from far away, Kaito gets blamed and escorted out

Leon - Incredible accuracy, hits the screen when the characters talk, often lands "in their mouths"

Mondo - Throwing popcorn with Leon, missing most of the time, but still having fun.

Monotaro - Dumps it all on his siblings

Gets kicked out of the cinema:

Junko - Already got a permanent ban from it, escorted out on sight.

Kazuichi - Somehow accidentally does something really bad and has to be escorted out, he leaves with Kaito.

Mukuro - Saw the prices of her favourite slushie go up by 50c and threatened the cashier with a hunting knife.

Teruteru - He was innapropriate to the female worker/s.

Monokuma - Escorted out on sight, left right after sneaking in with Junko.

Talking the Whole Time (mostly gets popcorn thrown at them):

Angie - I don't know why, but I think she would.

Ibuki - Extremely loud and constantly gets "shushed"

Hifumi - Rambles about the actors and their voice overs in different anime.

Sayaka - Accidentally unaware, always notices easter eggs

Kiyotaka - Unaware socially and doesn't realise it's wrong

Tenko - Screams at the screen whenever a male comes on, gets shushed constantly and is escorted out to the lobby to wait for the movie to finish.

Monokid - He's just really loud.

Watching the Movie in Peace:

Imposter/Twogami - He's chill about the movie, eats his food quickly and constantly gets up to get more.

Chiaki - Relaxing, fell asleep after the first song/instrumental

Kirumi - Picking up rubbish/popcorn from the floor to help the workers. Stays late to assist with cleanup.

Korekiyo - Occasionally comments, but enjoys the movie nevertheless.

Kyoko - Still and silent, making sligh "huh" "ohhh" noises when she realises plot twists are coming up.

Monodam - Tells everybody to get along, sits with Monomi/Usami and tells the people around him to shush.

Shuichi - Done with everybodies shit by the end, but tolerates it for the other viewers sakes'.

Rantaro - He got no development, I didn't know where to put him.

Ryoma - Sits at the front because he can't see over the seats, quiet and isn't bothered by the others.

Spoils it on Accident:

Keebo - "I read an online forum" and then spoils the majority of the movie.

Mahiru - Searched all the actors on IMDB, watched trailers, found many full movie essay reviews on the movie before buying tickets, went on rotten tomatos for reviews. She wanted to get her moneys worth!

Makoto - Already seen it before because it was trending a week prior, accidentally spoils it but the people next to him don't mind.

Tsumugi - Got spoilers by Mahiru, was already in the fandom, came in cosplay and spoiled a bunch of it while rambling.

Gonta - "Gonta heard (spoils entire plot, then starts talking about the bee movie)"

Monophanie - "Hm I watched a movie like this... (<- It was the movie they were watching and she spoiled it all.)

Hajime - "Oh no... I'm a failure!" "Yes Hajime, a reserve course student hanging out with the Ultimates... you should be a stepping stone!" (<- He then gets mad at Nagito and spoils it to him purposefully, others hear though.)

Spoils it on Purpose:

Byakuya - Ruins the fun for his own enjoyment

Monosuke - Just wants to be annoying

Celestia - Somebody annoyed her because they took too long to order tickets, she got mad and spoiled it for the rest of the cinema loudly when she walked out of the movie.

Miu - Does it for shits and giggles

Toko - Depending on her mood. She gets mad at somebody next to her and yells at them.

Maki - Was in a bad mood when she walked in, only spoiled it because Kaito was escorted out due to Kokichis bad behaviour.

I LOVE MAKING THESE TELL ME YOUR OPINIONS BELOW!

[madmutts]

Facing Fears: Lapse Arc.

︶︶︶︶༉‧₊˚.

Angelo sniffles and huffs to himself as he sits just outside the lair. He feels shame for crying yet again, but he simply couldn't hold it in. With his hoodie draped over his lap, he scrubs away tears with a sleeve. The turtle grumbles to himself, "Just.. jus go in…"

He has to go home eventually. His brothers will find out whether he wants them to or not… Angelo takes a deep, shaky breath, then stands up on wobbly legs. He uses the wall to support himself, dragging his feet as he steps through the entryway to the lair. It's quiet… Angelo can feel anxiety spike inside his chest.

He barely makes it halfway to his train car when he hears a voice from behind, making him freeze.

"Angie! Where've you been?" It's Lee. And he doesn't sound happy… Angelo's hands shake. "You were supposed to text one of us every hour, you-"

The box turtle holds his breath when Lee cuts himself off. He can feel him step closer, and Angelo shrinks in on himself a little, still not having turned to face his brother.

"Mikey… Why do you smell like that..?"

When the younger turtle finally takes in air, it's shaky. He blinks away the sting of tears, only turning further away from Lee. "I.. I don.. know wh. what you're.. you're talkin about…"

"Mikey."

Lee's stern tone makes Angelo tense further, and he whimpers, those tears blurring his vision. It's only when his older brother is just a step away that he speaks again, his voice small and timid. "I'm sorry… I don't-.. I d-d-..."

The hand not gripping his hoodie and mask raises to his face, covering his eyes as he grimaces. He hates crying so much like this… He feels childish.

Angelo flinches when a hand lands on his shell, and he looks up at Lee, whose face holds a… worried expression. Not mad. Just.. concerned. And that makes Angelo cry harder. Why isn't he mad? He should be very mad.

"Oh, Angie…" Lee mutters, brows creasing and arm going around his little brother to pull him against his plastron. He leans down to rest his beak against Angelo's head. The younger turtle hiccups and whines, crying against his brother's stupid shirt.

"I'm sorry… I'm-.. I tried. I was- they-" Angelo lets out a small irritated groan, face scrunched up. Why is it so fucking hard to just talk? "I tried. so hard. n-not to.. I- hh.."

Lee gently shushes him, rubbing his hand along the younger turtle's shell. "Slow down, little brother… Take it easy."

The box turtle clings tightly to his older brother, his hoodie and mask abandoned on the subway floor. "I didn't want to- I-.. I don't wanna.. b-be like this anymore.. I-"

With a quiet shush, the slider nuzzles his beak against Angelo's head. "I know. I know, Angie…"

Muffled hiccups and sobs leave the smaller turtle, his babbling quieted by the hand on his shell and soft words from his brother.

There's a long moment of Lee just holding Angelo, standing in the middle of the lair. But eventually, Lee leans away a bit to look down at the box turtle. "Hey.. let's get you to bed, ok? We can.. talk about this later. When you're not… like this."

Angelo just sniffles, nodding against Lee's chest. The slider bends down to pick up that orange hoodie, then gives Angelo a pat on the shell. He guides his wobbly brother to his train car, trying to be as gentle as he can as he nudges Angelo into bed. The box turtle feels so heavy with exhaustion, sighing as he finally lays down under his soft sheets.

Lee tucks his little brother in. As he goes to stand, he feels a tug on his shirt. "Stay.. please.."

He gives Angelo a small nod, and sits back down at the edge of his bed. "Yeah.. ok."

He watches as Angelo easily gets comfortable and very quickly falls asleep. After a long moment of silence, he looks over at the doorway, seeing their other two brothers standing there. Tello has his arms crossed, and Raphie needs to bend over to even see inside. They all share an expression.

"...We can talk in the kitchen."

[dmc-tings]

The Lord's helping their s/o recover from an injury

Alcina Dimitrescu

She had left you in care of her daughter's

Or them in your care

She was leaving to meet with the other Lord's and Mother Miranda

Lady D gone, the girls wanted to play a game

Hide and seek!!

They hide and you... well you don't seek

You actually just do whatever, and they end up popping up whenever

You sat on the balcony, reading and enjoying some coffee

The girls had started to play earlier in the day

It was afternoon, when you started to get worried about them

You got up to search rhe castle

Finding your way into the library, you heard their laughter

One at the top of the steps Daniela, shot out in front of you

Letting out a "boo", raising her hands above you (you know like a monster on Halloween)

You yelped and tumbled down both sets of stairs

"Uh oh..." Cassandra said, standing next to her sisters

You landed heavily on your side, blood streaming from your head

The girls rushed to you, finding you knocked unconscious

Things got worse, as Alcina finally came home and saw the trio trying to maneuver you to your room

"What happened?!" She barked, taking you from them

Though not listening for an answer she took you up

You sturred in her arms, "Al...Alcina?"

She shushed you, caressing your cheek

"You have a head wound, Darling. But do not fall asleep."

You tried to nod, but failed, resting your head on her shoulder

Once bandaged up, she asked you what happened

You explained, leaving out the part about the girls scaring you

She nodded and looked at you wound

"You'll stay here with me until your fully healed."

You tried to argue, but she only stood, taking you with her

And tucked you in

For the next few weeks, Alcina took care of all your needs

Food, drink, changing your bandages, keeping you company

She almost gave you a bath, but you protested to the point of almost being drug into the bathroom

She finally conceded and let you bathe alone (sometimes)

"Why are you coddling me, Alcina? I'm an adult! Yo-"

"If something where to happen to you. If I was to lose you, my wrath would know no end."

You shut your face after that

And finally let her take care of you

Your head finally fully healed and Alcina finally backed off

She keeps a better eye in you though

Salvatore Moreau

"Its was an accident, Salvatore."

"You shouldn't have been there, my precious."

You where in the bed, surrounded by blankets

Bruised ribs, is what Donna told you

And you knew you couldn't move

But that don't matter now, your safe

Salvatore kept you there, serving you hand and foot

But you had gotten tired off his constant condescending tones

"Darling, shut it. Your not helping me heal by stressing us BOTH out. Please." You rubbed your head

And he promptly shut his mouth, reaching over with a cool hand, soothing you

Letting out a humm, you enjoyed his hand, gently rubbing your now throbbing head

Smiling, your fish man stood and you let out a whine

"Im going to get you some pain medicine, my dear. Ill be back shortly." He promised, lumbering away

He kept his word, bring you something for your ribs and head

He helped you sit up, and you huffed after taking the medicine

"Im sorry for snapping at you..."

You know he never took your snapping at him as a serious matter, he was always patient with you

Moreau took your hand in his and smiled

"My Precious. You know I don't mind."

You frowned, whincing from the pain and from his gentle tone

"You get it enough from the big bitch and metal bastard.... I shouldn't give you shit..."

He hummed, sensing your pain, both emotional and physical

"Yes... but do rest..."

You settled down for another nap

This continued for a few weeks...

Until you were able to walk on your own

Yet he ordered some of the Vârcolac to keep at your side

Angie and Donna Beneviento

It happened in the damn garden

You told Donna to get rid of the roots from some of the bigger plants

But she insisted it was for the better

And now you were sitting still with ice on your sprained ankle

And your girlfriend buzzing about like a bee

"Im sorry. I didn't think they would get in the way like that..."

You tried to tell her that it was fine but she kept coming into the room and out of the room

Handing you tea and snacks every ten damn minutes

You finally grabbed her and pulled her into your lap

"Donna. My love. Dearest thing. Please. Calm down. I just sprained my ankle. I just need to stay off of it for a while ok?"

Donna finally took a few breaths and relaxed against you

"O-ok. I-"

You patted her head and gently rubbed her back.

"Yeah, yeah. Just be quiet for a bit ok?"

She could really be worrisome, and sometimes you had to remind her to cool it.

She soon fell asleep on you and you followed suit

Karl Heisenberg

"I told you to keep outta my part of the Factory. And look at you now. All wrapped up like a burrito."

You glared at him

It was true, your food was wrapped up like a burrito

But that was because your boyfriend was an idiot

A mechanical genius

But a fat idiot when it came to matters about you.

"Karl. I only stubbed my toe. You're over reacting."

He huffed and placed a tray of food on your lap

And sat next to your foot, giving it a poke

You frowned and kicked him with your bandage boot

Well tried to

In retaliation, he stood up and laid on you with his full weight

Knocking the wind out of you

It was just his way of keeping you still and in his arms

Just an idiots way of dealing with the love of his life

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Double-Mutated Mikey

Chapter 10: Neural, Divergent

Continued from the short story written by @boots-with-the-fur-club

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Mikey is unable to answer. He just keeps looking at the three of them, eyes begging for help and watering quickly. His mouth opens and closes several times over, though no sounds emerge.

At long last, his hands -- shaky and trembling -- desperately sign a message.

'Purple... Blue... Red... brothers. Knows, Mikey KNOWS. MIKEY KNOWS, MIKEY KNOWS -- BROTHERS, BROTHERS, BROTHERS, BROTHERS...'

Mikey starts crying, simply signing that one word over and over again. Brothers, brothers, brothers...

Donnie rushes to his side and holds him closely.

"It's okay, Angie. You know us. You remember us. That's good, that's very good, you're okay... I'm sorry Angie, I didn't mean to --"

Mikey starts hiccuping and grabs at Donnie in despair, clawing at him and wrapping his tail around him tightly, as if getting closer to him will reignite some missing link in his spotty memory. He refuses to let go. His cries are wet, wobbly, uncontrolled. They sound like they belong to a child ten years younger than Mikey.

Donnie halts for a moment. He trembles. He grips Mikey tightly, rubbing his back. He notices the ridges on his shell start to raise. The scales on his tail begin to lift up. Mikey is highly uncomfortable. Donnie needs to calm him down before his 'instinct' can take over.

He gives him quiet shushes and waves his brothers over, who immediately come close and wrap their arms around him as well, Leo rubbing circles on his head while Raph takes Mikey's hands.

'Sorry,' Mikey signs against Donnie, his eyes squeezed shut as he suck-up cries. 'Mikey... broken. Mikey knows Mikey broken. Doesn't want to be...'

"You don't have to be sorry, Michael, it isn't your fault," Donnie assures him. "I promise, I will fix you. You won't stay 'broken', you're not 'broken' at all! You're just... just..."

Donnie doesn't know what term to use. Mikey can't be broken...

...But he is. Donnie will always hate himself for admitting this, if only in the deepest part of his subconscious, but Mikey is broken now. His shell looks like it was literally shattered and then glued back together. His hands and feet are reformed, disfigured talons. He can't speak. He can't (or at least, has yet to) walk upright. He can't remember things that are highly important, like the past week or what his father looks like. By his own admission, he sometimes isn't even in control of his own self.

Mikey forgot what their names were.

That is not normal. Especially for him.

Mikey isn't himself anymore.

Mikey's breathing starts to slow. It's been a few minutes, and he's calmed down. He's still shaking slightly, but otherwise...

He's not fine. None of them are 'fine'. But he's finished crying, at least.

Donnie sighs and asks Mikey if he'd be willing to do one more test quickly. He feels Mikey nod against his chest.

Donnie lets the others go get breakfast while he prepares the final examination. Raph carries Mikey into the kitchen, where Casey has taken over as head chef in Michelangelo's absence. Apparently, future Mikey taught him some recipes, including deep-fried rat... which, actually, doesn't taste that bad. Though today, Casey has opted for pancakes and bacon. Mikey smells the bacon first, and his tail starts to weakly wag, though his expression is still exhausted from the crying.

"Good morning, Michelangelo!" Casey Jones Jr. says with a smile. "Ya hungry?"

Mikey nods as Raph lowers him down on the bench by the table.

"I'm guessing he wants strawberry pancakes?"

"Those are his fav, how did you know --" Raph stops and rolls his eyes. "Right. Future. You know everything."

"Well, maybe not everything," Casey chuckles. He turns back to the flapjacks, hiding the shift in his expression. "...I didn't know this would happen..."

Mikey signs something to Leo, who nods and turns to CJ.

"Mikey wants extra bacon with his pancakes. New diet, he needs more meat."

"You got it, sensei -- I mean, Leo."

Casey inhales, balling his fist up in soft frustration before exhaling and going back to focus on the food. He's been doing better at not calling them by their future names, but every once in a while he slips. It doesn't seem to bother anyone... apart from Casey Jr.

And Leonardo.

Casey finishes Mikey's meal first, handing a plate stacked full of pancakes and bacon to him. Mikey's eyes go wide, his pupils huge. He starts to drool at the food, sniffing it once before ravenously devouring it. Mikey doesn't even use a fork or knife, which at this point doesn't surprise anyone. But he does cause a bit of a mess, smearing the syrup all across his face and splashing some on Raph, who has the misfortune of sitting directly besides him.

"Mikey, calm down! There's plenty more where that came from," Raph says with a soft chuckle as he wipes the sticky sauce off his arms.

Mikey slows down a bit, but continues to eat like a feral creature, tearing the bread apart with his teeth and using his hands to hold the food down. He follows each pancake with two slices of bacon, chewing loudly and growling in contentment between bites.

Leo grimaces at the sight.

"Mikey, bud, maybe try eating with your mouth closed?"

Mikey stops suddenly and looks up at him, a pancake dangling from his jaw and his entire face covered brown with molasses. Casey has to turn away to keep from laughing at the sight. Mikey slowly muches the pancake back up into his mouth, and tries chewing with it closed.

"Better," Leo says with a weak smile.

The boys continue breakfast, Mikey watching the others and how they eat to get an understanding of what to do. He sees the silverware being handled, how there is an unused fork and knife by his dish. He picks the fork up slowly. It feels awkward in his hand, his fingers are too long for it now. His hands can't remember how to hold it properly. He fumbles with it, pressing it against the pancake, stabbing it several times and trying to lift it up to his mouth. He is utterly offended when the pancake falls off the fork and splats on the plate again, splattering drops of syrup across his plastron.

Mikey grumbles softly, discarding the fork and going back to just using his hands and teeth to eat with.

He knows they are watching him struggle. He knows they won't say anything just yet. He knows that they feel just as uncomfortable watching him try to eat as he feels being watched.

Ten minutes later, Raph and Leo's phones ding. Donnie is ready for them.

Mikey quickly gets wiped down and then walked back to Donnie's lab, where he has apparently set up a whole CT scanner. Mikey stares at the big machine with anxiety.

"Mikey, this is the last test for today, I promise," Donnie says, smiling kindly at him. "Nothing else after this one. It will only take 15 minutes, won't hurt you at all, you don't even have to do anything other than just lay still for a bit. You can even take a nap in there, if you want."

"When did you build this?" Leo asks, running his hand along the machine's mouth and peering inside.

"A long while back... after the whole incident with the mind-reprogramulator..."

"The what?"

"Nevermind. I've definitely not been scanning your brains on occasion when you were asleep. Mikey, can you handle this one last test for me? All I'm gonna do is look at your brain for any injuries or traumas," Donnie asks, kneeling down to look his little brother in the eyes.

Mikey stares at the machine nervously. He signs at Donnie.

'Safe?'

"Perfectly safe," Donnie promises. "Can you do it?"

Mikey doesn't sign back, but moves over to the machine, jumping up and crawling inside.

"I'll take that as a yes," Donnie mumbles, going to help adjust Mikey's position for the scan to work properly.

"Just lie back nice and easy and try to relax. You can listen to music while you wait if that helps," Donnie offers.

Mikey reaches his hands out and signs 'yes please'. Leo grabs the headset for him and lets Mikey choose what music to listen to.

Fifteen minutes of silence go by. Mikey does eventually fall asleep, the early rise compounded by the profuse sobbing from earlier having exhausted him, and the music is the icing on the cake. Once they hit the ten minute mark, Mikey's eyes slip shut. By the thirteenth minute, he's snoring softly.

Donnie's monitor beeps at him, a black and white image of Mikey's brain showing up on the screen.

"Okay, here we go..." Donnie says with a deep exhale, rolling his chair over and studying the scan thoroughly.

"Well?" Leo asks, leaning over his twin. "Survey says?"

Donnie is quiet for some time, hands folded under his chin as he makes certain of what the machine has deduced. He points to an area of the brain with a slightly whiter marking filling the grey matter.

"See this area here?" he says softly. "The white means he's had head trauma."

"The white?" Raph repeats. "Donnie... there's a heck of a lot of white on that scan."

"I know. Look at these markings here," he says, pointing around the image to several parts of Mikey's brain that are slightly discoloured. "These indicate electrical injury."

"...Electrical?" Leo questions, his tone irritated and voice hot with anger.

"Yes," Donnie says, his tone also getting quite unhappy. "Electrical injury. I'm going to kill every one of those TCRI dunderheads..."

"Donnie," Raph says sternly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "The injuries aren't permanent, right?"

"There... there is some slight scarring," Donnie answers quietly. "But it should heal. Leo would know better."

"With Draxum's mutations making us virtually indestructible and quick-healing, I'd say he'll be fine," Leo says with a nod after giving the scan a once-over. "But the scars do affect his brain with things like short term memory... probably why he doesn't remember much about his captivity," Leo works out.

"So, he's got amnesia basically?" Raph asks.

"No, not amnesia, just head injuries," Donnie clarifies. "It's a symptom of any kind of trauma. It could be he blocked the memories... or if I am correct about the dissociative identity disorder, then he wasn't fully cognizant when certain things occurred -- almost like sleepwalking. Or, it's possible that the contusions he received knocked them loose, in a manner of speaking," Donnie suggests. "He has the memories, but can't access them yet. As time goes by and he heals properly, the memories will find their places and he'll be better."

"There have been all kinds of stories about this kind of thing," Leo chimes in, "where someone was in a car wreck and forgot everything -- even how to talk or eat or read, and needed to relearn their whole life from scratch. As time passed on, they got better and eventually their memories returned."

"Exactly," Donnie concurs. "It happens all the time with trauma patients. So I'm sure Mikey will be fine..."

Raph hears the hesitation again. He squeezes Donnie's shoulder. Donnie places his hand over Raph's, patting it in recognition of the comfort.

"So... what do we do in the meantime?" Raph asks.

"I can look up a list of ways to treat memory loss," Donnie says, quickly typing on the computers. "Or you guys can take over on that while I work on the anti-mutation cure."

"I can handle it," Leo volunteers. "No prob, bob. No problem, Boblem. No probert, Robert. No 'probbles' at all."

Donnie rolls his eyes, which are starting to look rather bloodshot. Raph doesn't let that go unnoticed.

"Dee, maybe you should get some rest now..."

"I'll be fine," he refutes, pushing Raph's hand off his shoulder. "I just need to work on a few things and then I'll take a siesta..."

"Don, seriously, you promised --"

An alert from the computer interrupts Raphael's scoldings. Donnie pulls up the security feed from the surroundings of the lair.

"April has arrived," he announces. "...Let's go break the news to her."

Prev || Next

[mariistyping]

(I saw a post with this line in it and I’m obsessed so here.)

Allies? No.

Summary: as a member of the straw hat crew, you had an alliance with the heart pirates to further Luffy’s goal of becoming King of the Pirates. Your relationship with the captain of your allied crew has become a little. Messy. You try and find a way to explain why you’ve been spending so much time with the brooding captain and maybe he doesn’t like your choice of words.

Word Count: 478 words

Tags/TWs: cussing, loving, angy law.

Oblivious to the outside world beyond the kitchen walls, I was sat in the lap of Trafalgar Law, as we usually were in our free time, making out.

“Well well well.” I hear a low voice enter the room behind us. “What do we have here?”

I turn my head quickly away from Trafalgar, where just a second ago our lips were met in a fierce battle of dominance. I’m sure the blush was still present on my cheeks, but I spoke up anyway.

“Zoro. We were discussing our plans for the upcoming mission.” I stand up quickly and turn away from the man sat in the chair. “We are allies aren’t we.” I say gruffly as I stormed past the green haired man. I could hear him laughing but I did my best to ignore him.

A few hours go by, and I decided it was time to try and talk to Zoro about what exactly he had seen. I made it out of my room, only for a hand to plant itself on the wall right in front of me. Trafalgar.

“Traffy wha-“ he cut me off with a finger placed on my lips. “Allies? What the fuck.” He hissed out between gritted teeth.

I tried to protest but he shushed me again. “I figured you wouldn’t be comfortable so soon calling me your boyfriend. I was being understanding about it all, but now I don’t care if you don’t like being teased. If you value what you have with me you won’t refer to me as just an ‘ally’ again.” He moved his finger after I nodded my head, and I started talking fast.

“Traffy it’s not like that-“ he cut me off again with a quick glare. “I mean it.” He said walking away.

I sighed but pulled myself together enough to go and find Zoro.

As I walked the ships deck, I could hear the swordsman talking loudly about what he had seen in the kitchen earlier that day. I rounded the corner and pulled the man off, a glare etched into my features. “You.”

He held up his hands in mock defense laughing slightly “what did I do?”

“You know what you did!” I say pointing up at him. “You walked in. You got me in trouble. YOU made me call my boyfriend an ally..” I say quickly before realizing what I had said.

The swordsman smirked. God damn it. “I win.” His smirk louder than any words he could’ve said. “I told Traffy I’d get you to say it out loud. He didn’t think you would.” He said turning to walk away.

As he re-entered the kitchen, I could hear the rest of my crew laughing about boyfriends and girlfriends. I rolled my eyes and went to go find Traffy, to let him know he wasn’t just my ally anymore.

[ahhnini]

RUMOR HAS IT - TOM BLYTH X READER

— trouble in paradise

PART III of ?

series masterlist

synopsis: while filming your rom-com with tom blyth, rumors about the two of you dating start to circulate

afab! reader, uses she/her pronouns, hollywood actress!reader

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tomblyth exploring the world 🌎

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yourusername: viewssss 😻 ur cool too i guess...

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user6: anyone know where he went to? it looks absolutely stunning

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user7: omg I met them they were so nice!! they were holding hands and talking, and I didn't wanna bother them at first. But y/n noticed my snow pin and she approached me.

↪ user8: LUCKY

↪ user9: oml that sounds so cool

user10: angie's prettier than u 🥰

user11: 🐍

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user13: uh oh angie's minions are here

[theflirtmeister]

38 for the writing meme, you know I gotta ask for hoffheight 🫡🫡

Amanda refuses to go downstairs to collect the boy’s corpse. She stands at the top of the basement stairs shaking like a small dog, mascara thick and clumpy on her lashes as she blinks wetly at the darkness below. Mark is almost sickened by it - that this is John’s latest recruit, this is who he’s throwing blind faith into.

“I’ll do it,” Mark says, when the trembling verges on pathetic. “Give me the bag.”

Their fingers brush as she hands it over, and some horrible part of his brain screams Angie! Angie! before he shoves the thought aside. The bag crinkles in his hot palms, and he shoves it into his trouser pockets before he can think twice about it. Amanda looks like she’s about to thank him, and he barges past her before she has the chance.

The bathroom is dark, with only the sounds of dripping water for company. It stinks of blood and rotting flesh - the Doctor’s foot festering on the tiles. Hoffman kicks it so that it skids across the floor, hitting a soft lump lying at the other end of the room, still chained. 

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight makes a confused noise at the back of his throat.

Mark steps back in surprise. He thought the boy was dead, everyone thought the boy was dead. There’s a series of bin bags upstairs that they’re going to dispose of his body in, once Mark’s carved it up. John had practically signed the death certificate. Yet Adam is lifting his head from the floor, blinking at the intruder, eyes and nose red from crying.

“Lawrence?” He slurs.

Mark doesn’t reply. He doesn’t know what to do. He can’t stop staring at Adam, his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, the way his shirt is clinging to the outline of his ribs. He’s very pretty, like something out of a painting. Mark doesn’t normally go for pretty boys, he likes men who can throw him around, who will press him to the floor and make him cry. He could probably make Adam cry.

“Lawrence?” Adam says again. He sounds frightened. 

Mark takes a step forward, then another, until his feet are brushing against Adam’s legs. Adam tilts his head up to look at Mark, eyes rimmed red. His skin is tinged with green - he’ll probably bleed out or die of starvation if Mark doesn’t suffocate him. If Mark doesn’t put his hands on him.

He drops down onto one knee, staring into Adam’s face, unable to look away. Adam looks back blearily, then raises one slender arm, and touches his knuckles to Mark’s cheek. His fingers are cold against Mark’s hot skin, and his lips part slightly, as if in amazement. 

“You came back.” Adam says, and kisses Mark.

His mouth is dry and chapped, and he tastes like a corpse. Mark kisses back, cupping Adam’s face between his hands, increasing the pressure until they’re both unable to breathe. He breaks away, panting, and Adam whimpers, wanting more. 

“Shush,” Mark says soothingly, reaching into his pocket. The bag crinkles, but at the bottom is a key, tarnished metal. “I’m here to save you.”

Adam’s gaze is unfocused, but he smiles anyway, gums pale white. 

“Lawrence.” He sighs, and Mark can be Lawrence, for a little while.

[justmochi]

sisters night

pairing :: eden x evelyn

word count :: 2.6k

synopsis :: eden and her sister spend some well-deserved time together

time :: october 11, 2023

warnings :: mentions of pregnancies and food

a/n :: instead of finishing the eunmin in busan series, i wrote this c:

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Eden pressed on the doorbell, waiting for her sister to open up. The girls had a lot of schedules after the Born Pink tour ended, but Eden was finally able to take a break and spend the rest of her sister's pregnancy with her.

The door opened, her lips curving upwards before being met with Evelyn. They both gasped at each other. It was the encore concert in Seoul that Eden last saw her sister and she was finally showing. The woman had leggings and a loose shirt on. It was finally starting to hit both of them that Evelyn was going to be a mother and Eden was going to be an aunt soon.

“Oh my god!” Eden slapped her hand to her mouth, almost dropping her overnight bag on the ground. Her belly was bigger and Evelyn was shocked to see her hair cut so short again.

“Your hair!” She reached forward to brush through the strands of her short blonde hair.

“Your belly!” Her sister moved out of the way, letting Eden grab her bag and get inside before shutting the door and locking it. “How many weeks are you now?”

“30 on Friday.” She sighed with her hands on her hips. “I know I’m the elephant in the room but don’t think I didn’t notice your hair.”

“Shut up.” Eden shook her head from side to side as her hair was so weightless and freeing. “We chopped it off yesterday. I forgot how much I like it short. So much easier to take care of.”

“Blonde’s your color.” She leans in, pressing a kiss to Eden’s cheek and brushing her hair away from her forehead. “Alright lil sis. Tell me, what did Noah put you up to?”

“Shush, he didn’t put me up to anything.” A lie. Evelyn guessed that much. “Okay, well he said he had a work trip and he felt bad for leaving you by yourself until he comes home. He didn’t want you to be alone overnight and I wanted to spend some time with my sister because I miss her a lot.”

“Isn’t he just adorable?” Evelyn opens her arms for a hug, laughing as Eden tries to embrace her awkwardly with her bump in the way. “He won’t let me drive, got me these cushion mats for my feet and a chair on wheels so when I do have to be in the kitchen, I can just sit and push myself from counter to counter. Also helps me in and out of the shower.”

“Sounds like he’s very protective.”

“Oh very protective. And sometimes that results in me getting irritated because I feel suffocated and then I feel bad.”

Eden pouts her lips, holding her wrists. “I’m sure he understands. This is your first pregnancy, after all. He just wants to make sure you’re taken care of.”

She nods slowly, knowing Eden is right. An idea pops up into her head. “Do you wanna see the nursery?”

“Oh god yes!”

Evelyn intertwines their hands, dragging her upstairs and to the room beside the master bedroom. When Eden catches a glimpse into the room, her jaw hangs open as she looks around. It appears cluttered but in the best way. She walked over to the crib that was pressed against the wall, running her fingers along the white wood. When she looked up, there was a mobile hanging from the ceiling decorated with felt leaves and clouds. Then she saw the Krunk plush sitting in the corner of the crib. The bear was pink and dressed as one of Eden’s signature outfits from their music video.

Eden chuckled, picking up the plush and smiling back at Evelyn who was leaning against the doorframe. “Really?”

“What? The baby is gonna have the girls from the biggest girl group in the world as their aunts. They’re gonna be a Blink before they even take their first breath.”

“Have you found out the gender yet? I wanna start buying stuff but have no idea what to get.”

“Only my doctor knows. We told her that we want to be completely surprised. That’s why the nursery looks so bland right now. I have different colored flowers for the mobile, sheets, curtains, all that fun stuff. I’m still debating if we should paint the walls. What do you think?”

Eden clicked her tongue before studying the room again. “You can always keep it white and add colored blankets, pictures, rugs, toys, clothing. You don't want there to be too much pink or blue. What if they rebel when they’re older and think it’s not cool to have their room painted this one color?”

“I guess you have a point. But look.” Evelyn waddled over to the changing table where she grabbed a mini projector. “I got this for a nightlight. You can’t see it now but it shows the northern lights!”

It was so clear in how Evelyn spoke and her eyes twinkled that she was really looking forward to motherhood. The thought she put into the nursery was only the start. Eden noticed how passionate and excited she was.

“It’s really cute. You guys have done a great

job so far.” Eden sets the bear down and takes a seat in the rocking chair in the corner. “Have you thought of any names yet? This chair is comfy.”

“I think I want to keep the E names going in the family. My choices for boys are Ellis, Elijah, and Ezra.

Eden tilts her head approvingly. “Nice, I like those.”

“Girls; Evangeline, Esther, and Elsie. But we’re having trouble coming up with Korean names that go well with them. I want them to have both.”

“Like us?”

“Like us.” Evelyn nods with a smile until she blows raspberries out her lips. “But I promised Noah that if it’s a boy, we can start the family chain of N names.”

“That’s fair enough. I love Evangeline so I’m crossing my fingers it’s a girl.”

“You and me both. I’m crossing my fingers, legs, trying to cross my toes but they’re so swollen these days.” She switches most of her weight onto another foot after being on the other for too long. “What did you have planned for today?”

Eden told her in advance that she made plans for them so she was all ready to go when she arrived. She stood up from the rocking chair with a devilish smirk. “It’s a surprise. You can’t know until we get there.”

“Do I need to bring anything?”

“Nope. Just yourself. You’ll love it, I promise.”

Evelyn loved surprises even though they made her anxious. The girls carried Eden’s bag to the guest bedroom, waiting for her sister by the front door. She had her purse and a jacket since it was starting to drop in temperature.

“Can you let me drive, please?” Evelyn folded her hands together, pleading.

“Is that safe? What will Noah say?”

“Noah isn’t going to find out.” She snatches the car keys from Eden to unlock it.

“Only if I can drive back!” She is already strutting to the car.

“Deal!”

Eden walks around to the driver's side, making sure Evelyn can get in without any trouble. She looks content being able to drive after it was forbidden months ago.

“You good?” Eden gave her a thumbs up while raising her eyebrows.

“Yup. Go ahead and get in. I just have to adjust the seat some.”

She complies, getting in on the passengers side and buckling herself in. They turn on the heat to warm up the car and find a radio station.

“Doesn’t this mean you’re gonna have to buy a ‘baby on board’ sticker?” Eden cracks a joke, watching as the woman starts to snort.

“Yup. Noah will probably buy a ‘student driver’ sticker just to be extra safe.”

“Pull in here… there it is!” Eden exclaims, pointing to the massage spa ahead.

“Shut up.”

“Surprise!” They get parked and grab all their things before locking up.

“What did you do?”

“You are getting a massage, Evie. Did you know prenatal massages were a thing?”

Evelyn chuckled, smiling as the two girls walked to the entrance with their arms locked. “Yes, Eden.”

“Well, I didn’t. The second I found out, I booked an appointment for you.”

“Please tell me you’re getting a massage, too.” She squeezed the girl's arm, looking at her like she was in trouble.

Eden hesitated before smiling. “Yes, I am. As of now, our girls' night has just begun.”

They get checked in and are called back in no time. Evelyn is on the other side of the dim room, getting comfortable on the table and lying on her side. They provide her with a body pillow to support her bump, and she looks like she is in complete bliss. They’re getting their massages done by two different people, but Eden lets her pick out the oils, sounds, and the overall ambience. She got distracted watching her sister lay down and she really hoped that this would at least help her in some way. If she’s in pain, she’s doing a good job of hiding it.

The young woman doing Eden’s massage shakes her from her thoughts, indicating her to lie on her stomach. She smiles awkwardly before doing so, letting her head fall into the face cradle.

As the massage proceeds, they both feel all their stresses and tension from the past year release. Her body has been worn down by being on tour for so many months, and she feels it right away when the woman applies pressure to her back. Eden can't even begin to imagine what her sister must feel like. So many things are happening to her body all at once, so she hopes this can provide a little relief. And when she hears Evelyn start to snore, her heart swells.

Eden holds the door open for her, joining at her side and locking their arms together.

Evelyn lets out a deep breath. “That was seriously so amazing. I think Muffin loved it as well.”

“Muffin?”

“It’s got a much nicer ring to it than ‘the baby’. I thought of it when the lady was massaging my belly.”

“It’s cute.” Eden takes the keys from her, helping her inside the car again before going to the other side. She starts the car and adjusts the seat and mirror. “Is there anything else you wanna do?”

“I love you and would love to stay out a while more, but I can’t stop peeing and we’re hungry.” She smiles and pats Eden on the shoulder. “Thank you for the massage.”

“What are you hungry for?”

She takes a minute to think before slouching in the seat. “I want a cheesy corn dog and a big order of tteokbokki.”

“Can you and Muffin handle the spice?” She looked at the woman with wide eyes. She’s never actually seen her sister eat since she got pregnant, so she’s quite excited to see how this plays out.

“I love spice. Just thinking about the cheese melting on top–“Evelyn moans, throwing her head back. “Sorry. Pregnancy cravings. Muffin loves it too. They do a little dance whenever I eat something spicy.”

“Corn dogs and cheesy tteokbokki it is.” She was determined to get her sister whatever she wanted to eat if it meant she could finally see the baby kick.

They were gonna make it at home but Evelyn changed her mind last second and ordered takeout. She wanted to teach her sister how to cook but she was too exhausted for that today.

There were three orders of tteokbokki. One for Eden and the other two for Evelyn. The corn dogs were doubled, and it was hard to believe that she could eat that much on her own, despite the baby growing in her stomach. Eden had a little of hers left and she planned on saving it for later. She watched Evelyn in disbelief as she was on her second bowl, almost half of it gone when she tapped out.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m gonna come back for more in like two hours.” She rolled her eyes, wiping her mouth and rubbing her hand back and forth on her belly.

The girls got ready for bed and Eden joined her in her bedroom as they started a drama they had been hearing all about recently. When they finished the first episode, they both started laughing uncontrollably when seeing the still frame and OST start playing.

“Those will never get old.” Evelyn holds her chest from laughing too hard and they start the next episode.

Eden got up momentarily to take off the sheet mask she had on before Evelyn starts calling for her. She panics and her heart drops, letting the mask fall to the bathroom floor and nearly falling on her face when she turns to see her sister. Her sleep shirt is lifted to reveal her belly and she has the biggest smile on her face. “Eden quick! Hurry, Muffin is kicking!”

Eden lets out the biggest sigh of relief, having to catch her breath from almost going into panic mode. “Don’t do that. You scared me.” She plops down onto the bed on her stomach, using her elbows to support her as she looks between Evelyn’s face and her belly.

“Hold on, I just have to give her a few pokes.” She massages her tummy, tapping her fingers where the kick was last seen.

“You want to have a girl so bad, don’t you?”

“Of course I do. I want a mini me.”

“Maybe if we keep speaking it out into ex-” Eden stops when she sees her belly bulge in one spot. She gasps, widening her eyes as the baby kicks a second time, except it's a tiny movement. “Oh my god.”

“See? She loves spicy food.” Evelyn grabs her hand, placing it on her bump and moving it around to encourage more kicks.

A minute goes by and Eden starts to think the baby does not like her because as soon as her palm met her stomach, everything stopped.

“Don’t worry. She was a little shy with her dad at first too. Give her a minute to warm up.” She reassures the girl, keeping her hand where it is while she poked the spaces between her fingers. “Muffin, say hi to your aunt. Y’know, the aunt who’s a global sensation and I play her music around the house all the time. She’s gonna spoil you no matter what I say and she’s gonna be your best friend–besides me and dad.”

Eden tries to keep her lips from quivering as she speaks and hoping they’ll become less shy from her words. She waits a few more seconds until she feels a tiny, bashful kick against her palm. She gasps and her eyes twinkle.

“See? Just a shy, little Blink.”

Eden giggles, poking at different spots on Evelyn’s tummy to see if she can get any more kicks. There were moments they’d get a tiny push, much bigger than the last and in longer stretches of time until they started paying attention to the drama.

Eden found it hard to focus on the drama, so when scenes came on with characters she didn’t really care for, her attention turned to her sister's bump. She smiled to herself and held herself back from tapping on her belly. “So the first thing I need to do when I go home is make a cd of all our unreleased music. She’s gonna know all our fan chants before she comes out.”

Evelyn snorts, covering her mouth. “I’ll send you pictures with her holding the hammer.”

[icycoldninja]

Fluffcember #26 (Angeal x Reader)

Nightmare Comfort

TW: Dark, fearful themes (for the nightmares), and VERY brief mentions of blood and injury (like 2-3 times each).

The darkness swirled around you, dulling your senses and crushing your mind. You felt trapped, afraid; alone. The darkness was never-ending, it spread all around your field of vision and extended onward into infinity. You couldn't see, you could barely breathe. The darkness was suffocating you; invisible tendrils made of piercing thorns began winding their way around your legs, arms, and neck, penetrating your flesh, drawing blood, crushing bone. The darkness only seemed to get heavier, weighing down on your soul, pushing it into the depths of nothingness. The tendrils tightened their grip until your limbs were severed. You tried to scream, but no sound came out. The darkness was all-consuming; all that existed in it would be doomed to exist forever. No sight, no sound, no sense of touch; nothing. Only a void, one of pure, soul-devouring nothingness.

You bolted upright, body shaking with fear. Cold sweat soaked your back, forehead, legs; pretty much all over. You shivered, taking in your surroundings and realizing that you were still plunged in darkness. Your heart began to race and your mind clicked into overdrive as you began to fear that the darkness you had suffered in was real after all. Soft, shuddering sobs wracked your body as you curled up on the bed, trembling with fear. Barely a second later, the light clicked on and a familiar setting came into view: Your bedroom. You grabbed at the sheets, terror-induced tears streaming down your cheeks as a large, muscled figure rushed over to you and wrapped you in a tight, protective hug. "Baby, it's okay," He shushed, kissing your tearstained cheeks and squeezing your quivering body; pressing it closer to his. "Everything's okay. It was all just a bad dream." You sniffled, wiped your eyes, and turned to gaze up at the man who had so hurriedly dashed to your side. "Angie..." Angeal smiled at you; his black hair mussed and his blue eyes foggy with sleep. "I'm here, baby, I'm always here." You nodded, burying your face in his broad chest, post-crying singultus soon washing over you. Angeal held on tightly while you sniffled and hiccupped, pressing kisses to your cheeks and forehead while whispering comforting words into your ear. "Everything's gonna be alright, sweetheart. Angie's here. Angie loves you. It was all just a nightmare, don't worry." He began tracing circles into your back with one hand while the other kept your head close to his chest so you could feel the warmth radiating off him--which had a remarkably calming effect. Now you understood why babies calmed down when they heard their mother's heartbeat. The soft beating was reassuring and gave you something to focus on, similar to the way white noise works to calm people. The warmth his chest emitted was like having a small heating pad pressed to your face; it felt heavenly. This, combined with Angeal's gentle whispering and light kisses to your forehead, guided you to a long overdue, peaceful slumber.

[atwooozi]

Almost Perfect (Sebastian x Fem!Farmer) Chapter 16: A Moment Alone

Warnings: Slow burn, personal struggles, anxiety, depression, eventual smut

Summary: Angeline finds herself drawn to Sebastian, even as she tries to downplay her feelings. The group enjoys a swim, and amid the laughter and warmth of the moment, Angeline feels a sense of happiness she hadn't expected. Later, by the fire, she shares easy conversation and laughter with her friends, feeling a growing comfort in their company.

There is a short smut scene at the end of the chapter. If you'd like to avoid that by all means go ahead. You will be able to enjoy the story without it.

A/N: I hate the luau. It's the most boring event in the game, honestly. So in order to make me not hate it as much I tried my best to make it interesting. This is my second attempt at a smut scene. I'm not sure if it counts completely since it's a solo scene, but I wanna give myself a pat on the back. Let me know if you have any advice. It's much easier to read smut than it is to write it.

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Chapter 16: A Moment Alone

Summer 14

“You don’t think this is too much?” Angeline said as she looked down at herself, running the fabric of her skirt between her fingers. It was hardly a skirt and more of just a sheer wrap to give the illusion of modesty. 

Haley rested her hands on her hips triumphantly as she looked at Angeline. “Who cares if it’s too much.” she said as she flicked some of her blonde waves over her shoulder. “You look hot.”

Angeline flushed as she adjusted her bikini top. She felt so exposed. “B-but isn’t the governor going to be there?”

“Yeah so?” Haley said. “What’s he gonna do? Take your farm away because you have your boobs out?” 

Sophia giggled and shook her head. “I don’t think you need to worry so much, Angie.” She rubbed her arm comfortingly. “He’s going to busy with Lewis.”

Angeline nodded and sighed, her shoulders slumped. She felt so naked. She wished that Haley had given her something less revealing to wear. She stared at herself in Haley’s mirror. The color did look nice, but she felt nervous as to just how much of her cleavage was on display and her stomach for that matter. She wasn’t opposed to showing some skin, but she felt that with this outfit barely anything could be left to the imagination. 

“Think of it this way.” Sophia suggested with a cheeky smile. “Maybe a certain someone will notice you feeling uncomfortable and lend you their hoodie?” 

Angeline flushed at the thought. She would be thankful for the cover up, but it made her anxiety soar. The thought of being enveloped in Sebastian’s hoodie was almost too much for her to imagine. Just being close to him made her feel a bit dizzy. 

“Or maybe he’ll be so obsessed that he’ll drag your cute ass back to the farm like any sensible man should.” Haley smirked. 

Angeline hid her face in her hands as she listened to her friends talk. She regretted telling them about her feelings for the resident emo. There was no way Sebastian felt that way about her. Why would he? He was so beautiful and smart. He would never think of her as something more than just a friend. She wasn’t even confident in saying that they were friends.  

“You guys…stop.” Angeline pleaded as she removed her hands from her face. “We should go before I change my mind.” 

Haley grabbed Angeline’s hand in hers, practically dragging her out of the house. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you change!” She huffed. “I spent way too much money on that outfit to just let you throw it away like that.” 

“You said it was sitting in your closet!” Angeline whined, guilt now eating at her. She needed to pay Haley back. 

“In a way I didn’t lie . ” Haley said defensively. “After I bought it, it sat in my closet…for like, two days.” 

“Haley…” Angeline groaned. Haley was too much at times. She knew her parents had money, but she didn’t want Haley to waste her money on her. 

“Shush!” 

Sophia chased after the two, carrying their ingredients for the community soup in her hands. “You guys wait up! This stuff is heavy.” She whined. 

~*~

Once the girls reached the beach, the hot air only intensified from the flames surrounding a large cauldron. It was sweltering. Angeline could feel a thin layer of sweat covering her skin. 

“Damn farmgirl,” Alex said as he approached the group of girls, wrapping his arm around Haley’s waist. “You should wear a bikini more often.” Haley frowned at the man and pinched his side. He jolted in his spot. “I mean A-Angeline.” He corrected himself. Angeline rolled her eyes at the correction.  

“Thanks Alex.” She muttered and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“Come on Alex.” Haley said, tugging on his arm. “I want to go take pictures by the water.” Alex nodded and walked down the shoreline with Haley in tow. As long as Haley was happy so was she.

“At least he called you by your name.” Sophia shrugged. 

Angeline laughed and looked at the pink haired girl. “I guess that’s true.” 

Sophia smiled. “I think you’ve got some people looking for you.” She said as she nodded towards a certain trio and Victor standing near the shoreline. “I’m gonna go put some wine in the soup, go say hi.” 

Sophia gave Angeline a quick hug and got in line to add her secret ingredient to the soup. Angeline rubbed her bare arms as she looked around the beach. As much as she wanted to see Abigail, Sam, Victor, and Sebastian she felt nervous. She moved towards the buffet tables instead. She wasn’t avoiding them, she was just getting a bite to eat.   

“You good?” Angeline looked up and was surprised to see Shane, of all people, speaking to her. 

“O-oh yeah.” Angeline sighed and grabbed some salad. “I think the heat is just getting to me.” 

Shane nodded, but looked unconvinced. “Yeah…this party is kind of ass.” 

Angeline laughed in response causing Shane to grin. “It’s not ass…” 

“Keep telling yourself that.” Shane said as he filled his plate. “Hopefully the governor doesn’t pass out this year from the shitty soup.” 

Angeline’s eyes widened. Pass out? She glanced over at the large pot and frowned. Maybe she would skip out on the soup after all. 

After saying a few hi’s here and there and engaging in some small talk she made her way over to Sebastian and his friends. “Hey you guys.” She said, trying her best to seem unbothered. 

“And here I thought you forgot about us.” Abigail said as she hugged Angeline’s waist. 

Angeline giggled and hugged Abigail back. “I could never.” 

Victor gave a polite wave and Angeline waved back with a smile.

“You look pretty.” Sam said with a cheerful smile which caused Angeline to flush. She had almost forgotten about the stupid outfit she had shown up in. 

“Hey…” Sebastian said with not so much of a glance in her direction. 

Angeline’s heart fluttered at the sight of Sebastian, his usual hoodie making her think back to earlier. She wanted nothing more than to feel the material of his sweater envelop her. She tried to ignore the warmth spreading through her cheeks as she replied. She needed to be cool. “Thanks, Sam. You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Sam’s grin widened and he rubbed the back of his neck feeling shy. It was true, Sam looked great. He looked like he was born to be on the beach. From his blonde hair, to his sunkissed skin, and washboard abs; he fits the beach boy vibe entirely. 

Sebastian finally looked up, his stormy blue eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before turning his attention back to the ocean. “Having fun yet?” Angeline couldn’t be sure but she was almost positive she heard a bit of a pout in his voice. 

Angeline shrugged as she looked around. “Yeah, it’s not so bad so far.” 

Abigail grinned mischievously and cuddled closer to Angeline, resting her chin on her shoulder. “Well, you’re turning quite a few heads, that’s for sure.” 

Angeline flushed and shifted uncomfortably. She tugged at the hem of her skirt. “I doubt that.” 

Victor nodded. “Abigail’s right. You’re quite popular.”

Sebastian glanced between Abigail and Victor with a frown. “Abigail you’re smothering her.” 

“Am not!”

Angeline smiled warily. Since when was Abigail so touchy?

Sebastian raised an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on Angeline for a moment longer than necessary. “It’s just hot, you’ll get heat stroke like that.” He muttered, looking away at the horizon. 

“Sure, blame the heat.” Abigail egged him on with a playful smirk. Angeline looked between the two. She felt caught in the middle of something. Abigail smiled at Angeline trying her best to look innocent. 

Angeline did her best to shrug off Abigail’s antics and looked towards the oceanside. The sunsets here were out of a painting. She couldn’t help but steal a glance at Sebatian, his profile etched against the backdrop of the setting sun was breathtaking. She wished she could take a picture of it.    

“So Angeline,” Sam spoke up, breaking up the silence. “You ready to hit the water? It’s gotta be perfect right now.” 

Angeline blinked, torn between the desire to cool off in the ocean and the nervous fluttering in her stomach at the idea of being so exposed in her current outfit. 

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Abigail urged, sensing Angeline’s hesitation. “We’ll keep an eye on any rogue waves for ya.” 

Angeline relented at the other’s urging. “Okay..” She glanced at Sebastian. “Are you gonna swim too?” 

Sebastian shook his head firmly. “I don’t swim.” 

Angeline wanted to protest, but Abigail was already dragging her towards the shore along with Sam. The sound of laughter and crashing waves filled the air. However, Angeline couldn’t shake the feeling of Sebastian’s gaze on her. She found herself stealing a few glances at him whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. 

Sam wasted no time diving into the water, his laughter echoing across the beach. Abigail followed suit, her playful shouts mingling with Sam’s. 

Abigail turned to Angeline once she surfaced. “Are you coming?” 

Angeline hesitated for a moment before nodding. Her heart was racing from her nerves. She carefully waded into the water, the cool ocean washing over her. Angeline couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up from her chest as Sam splashed her playfully. 

For a moment, everything else faded away– the worries about her outfit, the nervousness about Sebastian, the heat of the day. All that mattered was the warmth of the sun on her skin, the laughter of her friends, and the happiness she was feeling. 

Once the group had finished their swim they joined Victor and Sebastian again on the sand. The two raven haired boys had started a fire. 

Angeline sat herself next to Abigail near the fire and hugged her knees to her chest, feeling a slight chill from the wind. She couldn’t help but steal glances at Sebastian as he sat across from her. She admired the way the firelight danced across his features. 

The conversation flowed easily between the group. Angeline found herself laughing at Sam’s silly stories where Abigail would constantly interject. She felt a sense of comfort and ease around them all that she hadn’t expected when she first met them all a month ago. 

As the night wore on, and the fire crackled in the background, Angeline had started to feel more comfortable. She glanced over at Sebastian and much to her surprise caught his eye. She felt her heart skip a beat and felt the tips of her ears prick with warmth. 

“Hey, Angeline.” Sebastian said as he walked over to her. His voice was low and warm. “Do you maybe want to go for a walk?” He said his voice barely above a whisper. “Away from the crowd?” 

Angeline felt like she was going to faint. She somehow managed to nod, her voice barely above a whisper. “O-okay.” 

As they walked along the dock, the sound of the waves crashing against the worn wood, Angeline felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She stole a glance at Sebastian, his profile illuminated by the moonlight. She couldn’t help but smile. He was absolutely breathtaking. The lighting didn’t matter. His features were just that stunning, at least to her. 

“What?” Sebastian turned to look at Angeline, a smile smirk playing on his lips. She felt caught. 

Angeline shook her head. “N-nothing!” 

She was fumbling for something to say. Anything. She couldn’t just outright say he was beautiful. “Th-the moon.” 

Sebastian looked up at the sky. “The moon?” 

“Yeah…” Angeline trailed off. “It looks beautiful.” 

Angeline felt her heart beating up against her chest as they stood there in silence. She couldn’t take it. 

“Yeah…it does.” Sebastian said softly as he continued to stare at the night sky. 

Angeline felt a surge of courage as she looked at Sebastian. She knew she had to say something. She needed to let him know how she felt. But for whatever reason the words seemed to escape her. She felt caught in the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside her. 

“Sebastian,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I..” “You guys! We need to go!” Abigail called out to the pair. “Willy said a storm is coming.” 

Sebastian turned to look at Angeline. “I guess we should go.” 

Angeline swallowed up her words and nodded. “Y-yeah…” 

Angeline’s head spun and her heart hammered against her chest. She couldn’t say it. It wasn’t the right time.  

Sebastian reached out a hand, offering it to Angeline. She hesitated for just a moment before slipping her hand into his. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt of electricity through her as they walked along the rickety dock. 

The wind had picked up as they approached the beach. It sent a chill down Angeline’s spine. As they rejoined the others around the fire, Abigail was already packing up her belongings along with Sam and Victor. 

The group quickly gathered their things, putting out the fire. Angeline felt a pang of disappointment that their moment had been interrupted, but she pushed it aside, focusing on gathering her things. 

She would just need to try again. The time wasn’t right. 

~*~

The smut scene is only going to be available on AO3 to avoid as much minor interaction as possible. If you want to read it please check out the chapter on AO3.

[geekyarmorel]

idk if you take requests, but the 4 lords with a childish s/o?

Of course I do! I hope this is what you were looking for! It was fun to write!

Alcina:

She found you quite adorable, there was something so refreshing and cute about how you managed to keep a child like sense of wonder.

You always took time in the spring to braid flowers together in crowns for her and the girls. Knowing just how to make the flowers compliment them.

When you first shared her bed, she noticed how you tossed and turned, hands clutching for something that wasn't there.

Alcina worried perhaps maybe you were uncomfortable in her presence, but when asked you answered sheepishly that you normally slept with a few stuffies.

The next night she made sure you had them before going to sleep and if she cuddled a few while holding you, you didn't bring it up.

She absolutely buys you perhaps the most luxurious stuffies possible, she loves seeing the way you light up and squish them to your chest and face.

Alcina also took to calling you her little love, often time a face squish and a happy giggle from you followed those words

The first time you got hurt it made her chest ache and her motherly side rear up. A maid had tripped you (it didn't matter it was an accident, she was down in the basement before she could blink) and you had scraped up your knee. Tears had sprung to your eyes, a sad wobble to your lip.

Almost in an instant Alcina had you scooped up in her arms, shushing you like she would a small child. Kissing away your pout as much as she could.

Gently she tended to your knee, placing soothing kisses on the scrape when you insisted she kiss the pain away.

There was one time Heisenberg laughed and mocked you for being childish, making you cry. He was lucky to keep his head attached to his body, however the maids did have quite a bit of blood to clean out of the carpet and stones.

She hated watching you try to deny yourself your childish nature. It didn't take long before she did everything she could to assure you that she loved you the way you were and didn't stop assuring you of that fact even when you started being yourself again.

Donna:

It surprised her at first how childlike you were, but she quickly found that she loved it.

You would giggle and play with Angie and the other dolls like they were your favorite toys.

When she made you one of your own, the squeal and the way you hugged it to you was all the thanks she needed.

Donna also adored the way you would sometimes walk on your tiptoes, almost like you were floating on the wind.

She called you her little flower and the happy smile you would send her way made her heart flutter.

When she walked into your room for the first time, she noticed you tried to hide a little blanket. When Angie asked you about it (despite Donna telling her not to) you blushingly admit that you've slept with your baby blanket all this time.

The first night you spent in Donna's bed she made sure you had your blanket with you. How could she judge you when she herself slept with her dolls?

The first time you called her DonDon, your soft childish tone coming through she knew she would never give you up.

She didn't mind your childish need to be looked after, it made her remember to keep herself looked after as well.

Donna kept you on a good eating schedule. Doing little things like cutting the crust of your sandwiches, shaping pasta into little hearts and other things, keeping your special cups full and reminding you to drink your water and juice.

She also made sure you had your exercise, taking walks through her garden and over to visit Alcina.

Though she did have to make sure that the girls knew to play gentle with you, the thought of you getting hurt was something she couldn't handle.

Salvatore:

At first he was unsure of what to make of you, but he decided that he liked this childish side.

It made him chuckle as you declared that it was unfair that he could swim faster than you. He purposefully let you win the next two races so he could see your beaming smile.

He found more childish movies for the both of you to watch after the incident.

(He put on a romance and they got close to doing the do and he could not let his little one watch such things.)

He bought bright colorful toys for you to splash about with in the shallows of his lake, constantly hovering to make sure you didn't stray to far into the water.

He adored the way you would snuggle into him, falling asleep on him as a movie would end.

Heisenberg:

You worried about being yourself around him at first, afraid he wouldn't want you after he saw your childish side.

However he in fact found it adorable, he loved having you constantly brushing and braiding his hair. He found it helped keep it out of his face as he worked.

He always made sure to have something for you to do while he worked, insisting on having you in the same room as him.

He hung your colorful drawings and scribbles around the factory, his absolute favorites hung around his office.

Heisenberg made little toys and puzzles for you to play with. Your favorite being the wind-up toy mechanical horse that looked just like his real one.

He knew all your stuffies by name and which one to offer to you when you needed them.

He loved having you twirl around and sing little songs to him.

He called you his little spark and when you softly called him daddy, his knees just about gave out.

If you go anywhere with him you have to hold his hand, he's afraid to let you out of his sight. He would hate to lose his little spark.

Bonus!

Mother Miranda:

You would think she wouldn't tolerate a childish significant other. However you would be wrong.

When she finds your childish side she immediately falls for it.

The bed has become a nest, only the fluffiest of blankets suit you. The stuffed you have placed in just the right places. The little crow plushie tucked against your pillow waiting for you to snuggle it.

Anywhere you go with her she insist on holding your hand, she even makes her claws she wears rounded at the tips so they don't digging into you as bad.

Like Heisenberg she adores your drawings and scribbles, adorning her lab with them and the fridge being almost completely covered as well.

She calls you her sweet baby.

Arranges play dates for you with Alcina's girls and Angie. Though she does warn them that if something happens to you it won't be good for them.

When she found out that you preferred to be little during your bath time, she eagerly took on the role of being your caregiver. Getting you cute colorful toys and rubber duckies to play with in the tub full of bubbles. She always makes sure you are well washed and assists you in drying and dressing in your jammies.

Totally picks out your outfits, day wear and night wear. Often times likes to have you matching her.

Enjoys listening to you as you tell her the little things that you observe with your child like wander.

Let's no one ever make fun of you, especially in her presence.

The first time you got a scrape and eyes teared up, she quickly pressed kisses to your cheek. Words of assurance falling from her lips. "I've got you my sweet baby. Mommy's got you."

You are her weakness but she wouldn't have it any other way.

[musekicker]

For a possible Cherri/Pentious, maybe her meeting Samuel? Doesn’t have to be too shippy or it can if that’s the vibe ✌️

Thankfully Cherri no longer used a bomb break down the wall and announce her arrivals. Instead she would kick the door open, shouting some sort of greeting. This was the case only afternoon when Cherri kicked open the front door with plans for that night.

"Hey bitches! Where's Angie? I was thinking-"

Angel had already been in the lobby and was quick to intercept Cherri.

"Shhh!" Angel said.

"Why are you shushing me?" Cherri asked.

A crying sound alerted Cherri to Pentious coming down into the parlor. Cherri was about to ask what that sound was when Cherri then caught sight of Samuel.

The snake child's feathers were coming in, in the colors of purple of white on his neck feathers, wings, and tail feathers. His snake part of his body was the same black and yellow. Besides the feathers there was another difference between the child and Pentious. There was a rooster comb on top of his head, about six eyes visible in the comb.

Though different, this was clearly Pentious's child.

"Is that a kid?" Cherri asked.

"Yes." Pentious said. "This is my son Samuel. And it looks as if you've woken him up."

Cherri did look apologetic.

"I didn't know there was a kid here. Sorry." Cherri said.

"No reason for you to expect there is a kid here." Angel said.

"He's right. Though i wish Samuel had that sense of understanding." Pentious said.

Samuel's crying was starting to simmer down a bit already. But he certainly was no where close to restful. Pentious knew what Samuel wanted.

"I need Samuel's favorite toy." Pentious said. "But I can't find it."

"Oh, I think Fat Nuggets grabbed it. I'll go check his favorite toy stashes spots." Angel said. "I'll be back in a bit."

Angel hurried off to find the toy. Cherri wasn't sure how long this search would take so she sat on the couch. Pentious took a spot on the couch as well, leaving some space between him and Cherri. Even so the waiting felt awkward. More so with a fussy baby.

"It's a mini you. Just with feathers." Cherri said.

"Hey does have my looks, yes." Pentious said.

Cherri couldn't help but jump to the big question.

"So, When did you get a kid?" Cherri asked.

Pentious took a moment to answer that question.

"That is a question that is hard to answer." Pentious admitted. "All I really know is that there was a night where I lost some time because of drinking and it looks as if i well, got up to some err.. hi jinks? I'm assuming that's the event that lead to Samuel's egg. He hatched only two months ago and I can't imagine life without him."

Samuel fussed louder.

"There there, son. Angel will find your Mr. Squeeze soon." Pentious said.

"The toy has a name?" Cherri asked.

"Of course." Pentious said with a smile. "It was Charlie's idea. And it's fitting."

At the mention of the toy one of the egg boys came running towards the couch as if they were on a important mission. And truly they were as they had the sought for toy in their hands. A simple plush rat. A simple toy. And it was clearly adored by Samuel as the moment he saw the toy the crying started to die down and he was reaching for the toy.

"Angel told me to bring this to you. And that he's getting ready to go out now." the egg boy said.

Pentious picked up Mr. Squeeze with the end of his tail and he dropped the toy into Samuel's waiting hands. Samuel was much happier with the toy in hand if the lack of crying was any indication.

"There you are. Much happier now aren't you?" Pentious said.

Samuel looked up at his father words, let out a string of babbling, and focused on his toy again.

"Kid has things to say." Cheri commented.

"He certainly does." Pentious said.

"What's it like. Having a kid around?" Cherri asked after a moment.

Cherri couldn't help but notice something since Pentious had entered the parlor with Samuel. That words seemed to come much easier from him now. There was no trying to seem cool or powerful. It was not his focus.

And as Pentious spoke more about the daily adventures of raising Samuel, he got seemed to be smiling more and more. There was a glimmer of something in the way that Pentious spoke that Cherri had to admit she liked.

"Huh..." Cherri said.

Pentious felt there was a different tone to the sound. Even if so small a sound there was just a different energy to it then the normal dismissive or teasing sounds that came from Cherri often when talking to or about Pentious.

"What is it?" Pentious asked.

Cherri shrugged lightly.

"You're actually pretty easy to talk to when you're not trying to act like you're tough shit." Cherri said. "Maybe it's because you're talking about something you care about."

Pentious looked down to Samuel at that. The child was looking sleepy eyed once more. Including the many eyes in his rooster comb. Pentious smiled.

"I do care about him. He's one of the most important things in my world." Pentious said.

"That's cute." Cherri said.

Pentious wasn't sure if she was talking about Samuel or the way Pentious was happy.

"Miss Bomb-" Pentious said.

Cherri smirked.

"Just call me Cherri. Can we agree on that?" Cherri asked.

Pentious wasn't sure what to make of this. Was this a prelude to some joke? A trick? It didn't seem that way. He decided to try the second lesson he had learned since coming here. Trust.

"I can do that" he said.