#My sister said she remembered him to be this fruity

[kunikidas-lost-glasses]

I don't remember him to look THAT fruity

Also shout out to this screenshot I found. Nothing straight about this man:

#In fact; I didn't remember him at all #Had to dig in my all of my (partly repressed) childhood memories for a moment #He looks so cringefail bbg #The hot temperatures are frying my brain. I apologize #I remember him to be very whiny #Why does he remind me a bit of Victor Frankenstein. #The last pic send me #zach van tech #wild kratts zech #wild kratts #childhood series #series #cartoon #zech wild kratts #shitpost #my ramblings #kuni's ramblings #not bsd related #My sister said she remembered him to be this fruity #I just remembered that he hated animals and had a somewhat high pitched whiny voice and that he was yelling the whole time #I do in fact remember his voice very clearly for some reason

[youngbanana84]

MY FIRST TIME

I think every guy that is gay has that first time story when total sex finally took place. You would think that it is like some mystical amazing event. For me... it was NOT... it was just a day that it was not planned and it happened unexpectedly. It was kind of funny to tell you the truth. Whose first time is perfect or magical any way... Not mine!

I had a friend that ... well we jacked each other off a lot from when we were 13 until 15... I'd say 3 or 4 times a month. It was a thing. We had done some oral. Not a lot... it started oral but then ended jacking off. Neither of us could say we had had SEX with a girl though he wanted to. I didnt too much even though I said I did.

Well it was 1999. The holidays were in full swing and he didnt even so much as get a kiss from the girl he thought he loved. She didnt even get him a Christmas present... HA... i had already given him three. Not to brag...

His parents had this whole party at their house. He invited me and several others over. Food ... music... their house was decked out Christmas... shit... we barely had a tree up at our house and they had like 20. His mom was a freak. The night was full and fun. About 12 of us teens were there. It was not cold. hardly ever is in Memphis at Christmas. We got in their hot tub ha... Games... more food... but people started leaving. He asked me to stay. His mom said that was cool.

Eventually most were gone... his sister left with her guy... they were banging all the time... his mom had too much wine... she went to their room... His dad was crashing but managed to get the garbage out which we helped with... we asked how late we could stay up...school was out... his dad replied ... I dont give a shit... LOL.... he was hilarious... i miss him.

We were still snacking on all the left overs. I said so movie or video games... he said games... We played games for a while. I actually had not thought about jacking off... which we did some as I said... he got bored and he rips his shirt and jeans off and said Im hot.... he had half a hard on... I said and maybe horny... he laughed... he said lets grab a drink... I said ok... he said take it off no one is up... I took off my shirt and jeans... down the stairs we went... I had sipped wine on occasions at my house who doesn't... he said let's sneak some... we went back up stairs with a couple bottles... drank some of the fruity stuff nothing heavy but I could tell it got me some...

We had barely ever talked about sex... between us... like ... maybe twice.... he drank... well more than me... and out of no where he said I want to fuck you. I was like WTH... seriously... he said yeah let's try... I mean ... I wanted to get off... wasnt expecting it... but I wanted to try... I just said ok but do we both do it... He said sure...

We had never... ha never done it... i should have been told how.. read some where ha... he did have lotion... that helped... but I laid down on my stomach and after he put some lotion on his dick.... he tried to push in... took us too long really but he finally got in and it burned and hurt like HELL... if he barely fucked me it hurt worse... ha... I still laugh at us... he said it felt amazing... I bet sooooooo

He thrusted some into me and he said it felt so good he couldnt hold off... I was like ok... he might have... might had pushed into me 25 times and he went... it was pretty obvious the event had happened cause I could feel it... he breathed hard... said it was great... well it wasnt for me... haha but it happened...

He lay there a min and said ok I know you want to try. Honestly I wanted it so bad... so well... i did what he did... and he felt like I felt... and since I knew he was not enjoying it... i didnt take long either... I mean I still remember how tight it felt... I barely could move inside of him without cumming... I was so horny... it just went without much movement... he was like SHIT PULL OUT.... i let it go then pulled out...

It felt great... we lay there quiet... I remember laying there when we were done thinking... Im not a virgin any more... So I finally said it... we lost our virginity... he laughed... he said you sound so solemn hahahaha but it was like a moment in time...I have never forgot it... I had had sex... with a guy...

His response was... I want to feel a girls pussy... all I could think was... I want to be with him again... well that time came .... I can tell you about it later... but... it got better ha... that first time... was horrible ha... later on... it made us so horny... we jacked off again... went to sleep and slept until 3 pm the next day... it was Christmastime... and it was one of the best ones ever....

#gayboy #my first time

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hey. I would like to request a smut one “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this…just for me.’’ For Mindy Meeks-Martin with some overstimulation. Your last Mindy smut was great. I wish more people wrote for her.

Who else watched Jennifer's body when it came out and had heart-eyes looking at her? I didn't understand it, but she was HOT...and I couldn't stop watching it

Warnings: smut, fingering

Request: What if Chad had an eye on you first, but reader is a fruity pillow princess so she picked mindy?

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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The funniest thing about your and Mindy’s relationship was that Chad was actually the one who tried to get a date with you. Unfortunately for him, his charming smile, cheesy pick-up lines and big muscles didn’t have any effect on you.

You preferred his film nerd sister who was mocking his flirting.

Three weeks later, you were sitting beside Mindy at a party, your legs pulled over hers with one of her hands resting protectively over your knee. If anyone didn’t already know, you were her girl.

‘’Is this why you didn’t want to tell me your Halloween costume? Because you wanted to surprise me by looking this fucking hot?’’

A light flush tinted your cheeks. ‘’That’s actually not the look I had planned, but I realized her cheerleading uniform was more practical and less messy than the pool scene. I would’ve put fake blood everywhere.’’

‘’I like fake blood. I also like Megan Fox. I remember seeing Transformers in theaters and telling my mom ‘mom, I’m a lesbian’. She choked on her popcorn. It was hilarious.’’ Mindy slid her hand from your knee to your thigh, right where your purple cheerleading skirt stopped. ‘’When I’ll get you to myself I’m gonna eat you up.’’ She gave you a dark look of desire and you clamped your thighs together, feeling your core tighten and your body get hot.

You fought the power she had over you and used your character to respond. ‘’I’m the succubus. I feed on people. Not you.’’

‘’We’ll see about that…’’

Mindy stayed true to her words, getting her hands underneath your small skirt the second her dorm door shut. She pressed you against the door, her mouth hovering over yours. You thought she was going to kiss you, but she didn’t.

She teased her finger over your panties, feeling the wetness seep through them. ‘’Fuck, you’re so fucking wet.’’

You moaned, the desire that was coursing through your body growing hotter.

Mindy pulled your panties to the side and started to stroke the seam of your pussy. She then dipped her fingers in the wetness and moved her finger up to swirl and press against your clit. You choked out a moan as your hips jerked against her hand, getting needy and so fucking horny.

‘’Please, Mindy,’’ you begged, wanting the feeling of your girlfriend’s mouth on you and her fingers deeper inside of you.

‘’I thought you wanted to eat me tonight?’’ Mindy said, continuing to move her fingers over your soaking cunt. ‘’But look at you, you're so needy and pliant on my fingers.’’ Her long fingers separated your folds, taking her time to run up and down your wetness. ‘’Want my fingers inside you, my little demon?’’

You whined, wishing she would stop being so mean and give you what you wanted.

‘’Yes— yes, please.’’

Mindy inserted her pointer and middle finger into you in one swift motion. The feeling of her knuckles now pressing against you caused a sharp moan to leave your lips. You couldn’t mutter anything coherent as her slim fingers relentlessly pushed in and out of you. Only the sound of her name and moans filled the dorm as you fell apart against the door. Her fingers hooked up inside you, a feeling you tried to mimic when you touched yourself on nights she was busy.

While this was fun, the doorknob was digging into your lower back and it was getting very uncomfortable. So Mindy pulled her fingers out, crashing her mouth on yours as you moved to her bed. She lowered you down on the mattress and settled between your legs without disconnecting your lips.

You reached to run a hand through her short hand, careful to not get it stuck in your rings. It happened before and it was a painful mess…and mood breaker.

One of Mindy’s hands reached down your body and underneath your skirt again, but instead of touching you where you wanted her, she grabbed your panties and slid them down to remove them. You helped her kick them off when they got stuck at your feet, laughing through it.

You watched Mindy’s hands traveling up your calves and kissing your knee before pushing your legs apart. A shiver ran through your body, feeling cool air on your pussy.

Mindy’s eyes gravitated to your center with hunger. ‘’You’re so beautiful all spread out like this…just for me.’’

A needy mewl left your lips, finally accepting that you were a pillow princess.  

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[brokenjere]

seventeen going under (j.f) (ch.4)

seventeen going under (j.f)

AN: hey guys! hope you enjoy part 4! let me know what you think!

synopsis: jeremiah plans a picnic and YN attends the deb ball tea

catch up here

As I rushed out the front door, Conrad stood at the end of the walkway, a box of good muffins in his hands. "I brought these for you," he said to me after I stopped dead in my tracks.

"I had some yesterday," I told him. Although, that never stopped me before. The Cousins beach muffins were the only muffins I would put in my mouth. "Thanks though." I headed down the path, cutting through the grass to avoid being too close to him.

"YN," he called after me. I turned around and forced a smile on my face. He looked tired. I doubt he slept at all. We looked at each other for a little too long before he opened his mouth, shut it again, and then said: "Is your mom home? Maybe she'd like them."

"She's inside," I told him. He started to walk toward the house when this time, I stopped him. "Do you even remember last night?" I scoffed a little bit, unable to bite my tongue.

His eyes seemed to soften and I didn't really know what part I was even referring to: the fight, Nicole, him playing with my hair. Maybe all of it. "I remember everything when I drink," he said quietly. I felt my throat swell and I turned around and walked away. He didn't stop me this time.

Belly was at the kitchen table when I walked in. She was eating the last bite of her cereal and milk dripped down her chin when she smiled at me. “Hey!” She said, mouth full of Fruity Pebbles. “What are you doing here?”

“Came to check on you,” I said, squinting and leaning in on her to see her eyes. It surely was black. “That looks rough.” 

“Oh, it doesn’t hurt that bad,” she chuckled and lifted the bowl of fruity milk to me. “Want it?” She offered. I shook my head in disgust and she sighed. “Where’s Jeremiah Fisher when you need him? I always feel bad putting it down the sink.” I laughed and pulled out a chair at the table as Belly rinsed her bowl. Jeremiah always drank our cereal milk. I thought it was disgusting, but he just absent-mindedly grabbed it every time I was finished and I didn’t have the heart to protest. 

“How was Cam last night?” I sang. She turned around and leaned her back against the counter, trying to hide her smile. "That good?" My eyebrows raised and I danced in my chair, eager for her to tell me the details.

"It was nice. He drove me home and then asked me if I wanted to go on his whale-watching boat this morning," she said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

"You went on a whale-watching boat?" I gawked. She laughed, smiling wide, nodding her head. "Did he kiss you?" She nodded again. "Isobel Conklin, you little player!"

"He's nice," she said. "I like him."

"I'm glad you like him," I told her. I was happy for her. She was always like a little sister to me and to see her glow, made my heart glow just as bright. "What's on the agenda today?" I asked, changing the subject.

“My mom and Susannah are gonna take me shopping for the deb tea tomorrow,” she said, smiling wider. “Did you pick out your outfit yet?” I shook my head and looked down at my fingers in my lap. The deb ball. I forgot. “Do you wanna come with us?” She offered. 

I shook my head again. “I have to meet Jeremiah at the country club later, so I don’t think I’ll have time. I’m sure I have something in my closet.” 

Belly nodded solemnly but then she smiled softly. “Well, if I see anything you’d like, I’ll pick it up for you, okay?”

I should never have agreed to the deb ball, but when Susannah Fisher is looking at me with her pretty blue eyes, smoothing down my hair, and telling me it would be perfect I couldn’t really tell her no.

My mom protested. I could hear them arguing softly in the kitchen one night as I sat on the steps in my pajamas. My cellphone was clutched in my hands and I bounced my leg impatiently. 

“She’s gonna be beautiful, Mary. Why can’t you just trust me? All the girls in Cousin's do it,” Susannah tried to reason. I could hear the wine glasses clinking on the counter. That’s the line she used on me, too. 

“What about Belly? Are you making Belly do it?” My mom asked. 

“I haven’t asked Laurel yet but I do intend on getting her an invite, yes.” There was a little bit of silence. I could almost see the look on my mom's face if I focused hard enough into the darkness of the foyer. Annoyance. Frustration. Guilt. I didn’t know then what I know now. Why Susannah asked me and Belly to be debs but I bet my mom did. “I bet Laurel will say the same thing. Come on. Jeremiah will escort her.” 

I almost choked on my saliva at that part. Jeremiah would never escort any girl to the deb ball. Every year he scoffs at the girls entering and exiting the country club with their frilly hats and gloves on her their hands. He’s always made fun of them. Conrad, too. It was always just a joke. Last year, we made fun of Conrad for months when we found out he was escorting Nicole, even if it was a last-minute escort switch. Nicole needed a date and Susannah needed to help everyone. I couldn’t even count the number of girls Jeremiah had turned down.

My mom sighed and finally said okay and I ran back upstairs and into my room. When I told Jeremiah about the ball, he laughed. He said, “No way in Hell am I escorting you to the ball. Have you seen those tuxedos? The cummerbunds? It’s laughable, YN. And you agreed to do that?” He laughed so hard he couldn’t breathe. I tried to shush him as if my mom and Susannah could hear him all the way downstairs. 

“Yeah, I did agree to it. Your mom asked me. How can I say no?” 

“Like this: no,” he said and laughed some more. 

“Jere, come on. She’s gonna ask Belly, too. Are you gonna make fun of her like this?” I asked. I shoved my feet under my sheets and wrapped my arm around my knees. 

“Yes.” 

“Jere.” 

“Okay, okay. If you’re serious, I’ll support you. But I am not escorting you,” he said as if that was final. I mumbled fine and that was the end of the conversation.

Now, as Belly talked about shopping with her mom and Susannah, I was envious. I was sure my mom would take me shopping if I asked, she was just so opposed to it when Susannah brought up the idea, I didn’t think she really wanted much to do with it and truthfully, I’d be sad shopping without my mom. 

“Is your mom excited?” I asked. “About you being a deb?” 

Belly scoffed. “Absolutely not. She thinks it’s sexist and outdated. Yours?” 

That sounded like the Laurel that I knew. “She hasn’t said much to me but I overheard them talking a while ago and she wasn’t very happy, either,” I told her. She gave me a soft, sympathetic smile and then shrugged. 

“Oh, well. The things we do for Susannah Fisher, right?” She laughed. I nodded my head in agreement and then we spent the midmorning watching crappy tv shows and eating Cheetos right out of the bag and licking our fingers and grabbing more. Right before 1, I excused myself to go see Jeremiah. Belly winked at me on my way out and I couldn’t help but blush just a little bit.

I pulled up at the country club at exactly 1 and Jeremiah was leaving the pool area as I was entering. “I thought you forgot,” he said, relief flushing in his cheeks. “I was looking for you.” 

“I’m exactly on time,” I said, laughing at him. He grabbed my wrist and led me to the parking lot where the Jeep was parked. “What are we doing? Don’t you have to eat?” I glanced back at the club longingly for the food counter that Steven worked out. I would die for a lemonade right about now. The July heat was creeping into late June. 

“I may have prepared,” he said, opening the back hatch of the Jeep. There was a little picnic basket in the back and a pitcher of fresh lemonade, the lemons still perfectly intact. “Just a little.” 

“When?” I couldn’t help but chuckle. I couldn’t imagine when he had time to do this, especially considering I called him on his way to work but he just shrugged and smoothed out the blanket on the trunk of the car. 

“I may have snuck off duty when the other lifeguard came in and had Steven make a few things,” he said nonchalantly. “Thirsty?” I nodded and he poured out a glass of lemonade for me, sticking a lemon on the rim of the glass. I took it gratefully and sat down on the blanket. Jeremiah moved closer to me, still standing on the pavement. I could see the sunburn finding a home on his shoulders from sitting out in the sun all day. 

“You should wear more sunscreen,” I commented, using my free hand to gently run my fingers over the redness. He shrugged as if it didn’t hurt and I made a note of the freckles that were forming.

“I do wear sunscreen,” he said. 

“You should wear more,” I replied. 

He smirked gently and said, “are you going to rub it on me?” I laughed outwardly, shaking my head and Jeremiah’s smile grew wider. “What’s so funny?” 

“You flirting with me is funny,” I said. He waved me off and reached behind me for the picnic basket, grabbing a sandwich. It was a turkey club with extra mayo, his favorite. “Where’s mine?” I asked. 

“I don’t know, go ask Steven,” he teased, unwrapping it and taking a bite. I would have stolen it right from his hands and eaten it myself if I liked mayonnaise, but I hate it, so I let him be. “It’s in the basket,” he droned. I smiled and turned around, digging for mine. There were grapes, bags of chips, a few chocolate chip cookies, and two sandwiches for each of us. 

“Where’s the ice cream?” I ask jokingly. I was more than pleased with what he had done for us.

“I thought I could swing by after work and take you to go get some,” he suggested. My eyes narrowed at him, suddenly suspicious of what he was up to. I remembered the bonfire. I remembered every second of it and it made my heart twirl and my stomach flip, but I kept my mouth shut. 

“What have you done with my best friend?” I asked. Jeremiah put his hands on my thighs and I felt like I couldn’t breathe and then he smiled and it got worse. “First a picnic and now ice cream after work?” My words caught my throat like a fish on a wire and I felt like my voice cracked. 

“I can’t just be nice to you?”

“When are you ever?” I teased, finally unwrapping my sandwich in my lap. I didn’t want to look at him. I didn’t want his hands on my thighs anymore because they were burning.

“Always,” he remarked, removing one hand and holding it to his heart like I had stunned him. “I’m always nice to you.” I just shrugged even though that was mostly true. Between him making fun of my glasses and the way that I run in the sand, he stays up late with me and talks about anything and everything even if he hates it and he always brings me ice cream and French fries when I ask. He was always perfect. “So is it a date?” He cocked his eyebrows up and set his hand back on my thigh. 

“You can pick me up, yes,” I replied. Careful not to repeat the word date. He didn’t show any emotion on his face and I held my breath as I tried to decipher what he was feeling. I don’t even think he noticed I didn’t call it a date. He tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear, his fingertips trailing down my jawline. “Jere,” I breathed out. 

“Mmmh?” He mumbled, tilting his head to the right, a small smile playing on his lips like he knew the game he was playing and he knew it was risky. For the second time in two days, I thought Jeremiah Fisher was going to kiss me. 

I cleared my throat and pulled away subtly, grabbing my lemonade and bringing it to my mouth. I couldn’t kiss him. God, I wanted to. But I couldn’t. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, suddenly very serious. 

“Nothing,” I said as cheerfily as I could. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make him back off a little bit as he shrugged his shoulders and picked his sandwich back up. “Thank you for this,” I said, gesturing toward the food. “It was really nice of you.”

“Anything for you, YN,” he said. “I mean that.” 

“What about the deb ball?” I asked, knowing it would make him groan in displeasure. Which he did. Truthfully, I hadn’t thought about it much but Belly got me thinking about it earlier and the tea was tomorrow which meant it was time to start looking for a date. 

“I already told you, no.” He was shaking his head rapidly, his curls falling in his face. “No, no, nope. No way.” 

“You just said you’d do anything for me,” I teased, kicking at his thigh with my foot gently. He watched it and I felt my legs go numb as his eyes trailed up them and back to my face. Almost like he was taking a mental picture to remember the way my body looked for later. 

“Anything but that,” he clarified. 

“Then I’ll just have to find another date,” I said, shrugging as if it were no big deal to go with someone else. I don’t even think I knew anyone else that could take me. I almost thought about asking Conrad at that moment, but maybe it was time to look for a summer fling to occupy my time. 

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“You’re gonna need a beautiful dress. And a hat! A small hat! I’ll find you one, a nice one!” Susannah exclaimed over the phone later that night. She called me before they went shopping with Laurel and Belly, begging me to come with her. I could almost feel her smile in her words. I was getting ready for Jeremiah to pick me up, so I declined as I brushed out my hair to get rid of all the tangles in it. After the picnic in the Jeep, I walked back to the pool with him and as I hugged him goodbye, he lifted me off my feet and tossed me into the pool but I couldn’t be mad because he cannonballed in after me and wrapped me in his arms under the water. 

When I got home, my stomach full of mint chocolate chip, a beautiful yellow dress was hanging on the door of my bedroom. My mom peeked her head out her own room and whispered, “pretty, right?” 

“Yeah,” I said, nodding my head. “It’s really pretty.” The dress was a canary yellow

with a sweetheart neckline and little white daisies sprinkled all over. “Did you buy this for me?” I turned to look at my mom and she had a smile plastered on her face and nodded. 

“Susannah picked it out, of course, but I thought it was perfect for you.” I walked over and hugged my mom tightly. She wrapped her arms around me and the familiar smell of home washed over me. 

Now, as I messed with the hat on my head in the front seat of my mom’s car, I hated that I agreed. “Why did I do this again?” I asked her. She laughed at me and kissed my cheek. We were parked at the country club and I was trying to make the hat stay on right but it kept falling off.

“Because you love Susannah. That’s why.” She reached over and made sure the hat was on straight as she got one final look at me. “You look beautiful,” she said.. “Call me when you’re finished, okay? There’s Jeremiah,” she said, pointing out of the front windshield. Jeremiah was walking in his lifeguard uniform (flip flops and red swimtrunks) and he was carrying a pile of clean towels. 

“Love you,” I said to her, hugging her over the middle console before getting out. 

I shut the door behind me and when Jeremiah saw me approaching, he smiled wide and said, “look at you! In a fancy hat!” I laughed and curtsied, tilting my hat down in the process. He tapped it with his free hand. “You look very pretty,” he said. 

“Walk me up?” I asked him. He smiled wide and jogged over to the golf cart that was parked only a few feet away. He set the towels down and linked his arm with mine. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said. “What’s on your dress, anyway?” He asked, squinting down to my yellow dress. I suddenly felt self-conscious, shying away from his gaze only for him to pull me in a little bit tighter. “Is that snow?” He laughed. 

“They’re bees!” I told him, dropping my jaw as if I were offended. He extended his arm, his fingertips trailing down my arm until his hand was in mine. He twirled me around and I laughed as I crashed back into his chest. He held me too close. I could feel his heart beating against my hand. “I’m gonna be late,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Jeremiah nodded and we started moving again except this time, he was holding my hand. 

As we walked up the stairs to the ballroom, I could hear the music playing softly. “Are you nervous?” Jeremiah laughed gently, looking down at our locked hands. “Your hands are sweating.” I pulled my hand away from his quickly and wiped them off on my dress. “It’s okay!” He went to reach for my hand again when an older lady stuck her head out of the ballroom door at us, glaring as if we were interrupting. 

“Jeremiah Fisher,” she said. “Nice to see you.” Jeremiah straightened and bowed in front of the woman, grabbing her hand on his way up and kissing her knuckles. Jeremiah spent a lot more time at the club than I ever had. Susannah was a huge contributor and my mom, well, she wouldn't be caught dead in one of these.

“Paige.” He winked and then gestured toward me. “This is YN YLN, one of the girls my mom told you about. My future wife.” He looked toward me and winked. I felt my cheeks turn bright red and I stuck out my hand for Paige. 

She didn’t take it and instead told me, “you’re at table 2. It’s time for you to leave now, Jeremiah.” 

I mumbled “bye” to Jeremiah and he squeezed my elbow as I walked to table 2. I breathed a sigh of relief that Belly and Shayla were already sitting down, waving me over with a huge smiles on their faces. My heart dropped when the only empty seat was next to Nicole. 

“Finally you’re here,” Belly said, adjusting herself in her chair to face me. Her knees were touching mine and he filled the empty glass in front of me with water. “I was starting to wonder if you were ever gonna show up but now I see why you were late.” She winked at me and giggled like a little school girl. 

“Jeremiah looked good,” Shayla said from next to Belly. “You know, compared to last year,” she added. “He really grew into his muscles.” 

“Oh, you like Jeremiah now?” Gigi, a girl that I recognized but barely knew, said from a few seats over. She was pretty in an effortless type of way. Much like Belly and Shayla. They never really had to try that hard. 

“She’s too busy making sex eyes with the waiter,” Nicole teased from beside me. 

“Gross, that’s Belly’s brother,” Shayla said, shaking her head and looking down at her lap but I could see her blushing under her hat. 

“Steven is serving?” I whispered to Belly. 

She nodded at the same time that Nicole said: “Gigi’s had a crush on Jeremiah ever since he got abs, right Gi?” That comment was more important than Steven serving and I looked over at Gigi who was shaking her head and blushing and the light banter between the girls seemed to have faded away because all I could picture now was Gigi in a swimsuit begging Jeremiah to save her. 

“Are you two dating?” Gigi asked, her question brought me out of the water and back to the surface. 

“They’re practically family. More so than Belly and the boys, right?” Shayla said, turning to me for clarity. I nodded, although that wasn’t much of the truth. The Fisher’s were my family but Jeremiah, Jeremiah was the one. 

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[laceyjane44]

GaaSaku 2023 FanFest Day15

Prompt: One Night Stand

(Day 14, continued)

Staring ahead to the wall beside her, Sakura dared not move a muscle.

The bed was warm, her pillows fluffed, and the room had been tidy and smelled clean. She had slept like a rock, hadn’t set an alarm to wake herself up, and when her eyes finally opened to the bands of morning sunlight coming in through the blinds, reality came crashing down on her.

The wall was not painted the color of her bedroom, the sheets were not the same thread count – but better, and the comforter laid over her was not hers alone; she had company.

She hadn’t needed to turn around to know who shared this bed with her, after all, she had spent the whole evening with him, and the night as well. She took a quiet breath and slowly exhaled, thinking over how she was going to handle this situation.

The night before had been a pleasant surprise, she’d never been so boldly approached while also being treated with such care. Gaara was a confident man but hadn’t been an arrogant one, he was a natural flirt it seemed, but he would do away with it the moment he felt it wasn’t received; his company and been an easy and pleasant one.

Are you really gonna walk out on our first date like that?

Sakura could feel herself blush.

She should have read the signs before going out to eat with him, but…maybe if she had she would’ve refused. He was undeniably attractive, though he hadn’t immediately been her type, and as the night had worn on his attention became easier to accept. Leaving the restaurant, he had escorted her the short walk to the local cocktail bar and held the door for her like a gentleman. The bar was a little fancier than the restaurant, and they were given a small booth and a waiter to bring their drinks.

His demeanor had certainly changed after his comment about their date. Once she had accepted it and agreed to continue their night, he began placing his hand on the small of her back or tapping her feet with his own under the table. He’d already shown he wasn’t shy about sharing a straw with her and had offered to share their cocktails as well so that she could try some different ones. Fruity, refreshing, spiced and sweet; they had been delicious, and she sipped slowly, finding that she wanted their date to last just a little longer.

When the drinks were finished, though, she asked if his car was back at the movies. No, Gaara had said, it’s at my sister’s. After successfully monopolizing her time, he had admitted that he’d come to the movies with his siblings, and they had consequently left without him. Sakura had laughed, though she felt a little excited at the fact that he had sought her out in that opportune moment. Offering him a ride back to his place, he accepted and showed her the way.

At his house, her heart was suddenly racing, her blood was pumping through her veins, and she was still contemplating with her next move. Well, this is me, he had said as he pulled on the door handle. Sakura had shut her car off and suddenly asked, Can I come in and use your bathroom? Of course, he hadn’t refused, and of course he’d offered her a glass of water once they were inside, he even took her jacket.

Gaara lived alone, she soon noticed, and she was surprised to see that he owned a house, though she could tell he didn’t have an eye for decorating. Everything was clean, however, it appeared that he liked keeping things tidy and it had the added benefit of making her feel more comfortable. She used his bathroom, took an extra minute to stare at herself in the bathroom mirror; cheeks a little flushed, face looking halfway determined and halfway ready to run.

But running wasn’t an option, not tonight, and she pointed at her reflection, looking deep into her own eyes before returning to Gaara, and muttered, don’t be a wuss.

Her adrenaline had kicked in and her mind was racing so much that she couldn’t really recall exactly how they had made it into his bedroom, but she vividly remembered being pressed into the bed by the weight of his body and how satisfying it felt to be held in intimacy again. Theirs had been a slow and passionate night. Once her clothes started dropping to the floor, she couldn’t remember a second when his hands weren’t on her, when his breath wasn’t ghosting across her skin. There had been a moment or two that she felt awkward and embarrassed, but Gaara didn’t dwell on them, and it made it easier for her not to as well.

Maybe all the excitement and mix of emotions from throughout the day had caught up with her, or maybe she was just that tired, but after the end of their entanglement he had gathered her in his arms and, at some point, she’d fallen asleep there. Fingertips sliding along her skin, stroking her hair, the steady rhythm of his heart as she laid her head on his chest; they had lulled her to sleep in that soft, warm, and inviting bed that had unexpectedly found her.

The light of day could be a harsh one, though, and now her heart was racing for all different reasons.

Without trying to make too much of a disturbance, she reached out to the bedside stand where her phone was sitting and turned on the screen. It was 8:32am, she had a good-morning text from her mom and her friend sent her a chain of meme’s sometime during the early hours of the morning, and the rest of her notifications made her heart drop.

11:43pm

????

12:32am

Look Im sorry.

Awkward, considering that Gaara was dick deep in her by that point.

 1:07am

You just gonna ignore me?

She shouldn’t, it really wasn’t like her, but after a minute of contemplation she unlocked her phone and opened her text thread with him. Her fingers shook a little as she typed, perhaps nervous, likely just mad, and she pressed send.

Something came up.

She slowly exhaled and shut off her phone, she didn’t want to know if he answered or not.

But now…what to do about her current predicament? Sakura quietly leaned up in the bed, glancing at the floor and taking inventory of where her clothes had ended up. She saw her jeans by the door, her sweatshirt had been lost somewhere close by, and her bra was somewhere at the foot of the bed, she was sure. If she were quick enough, she might be able to snag everything and make a hasty exit.

Carefully, she lifted up the comforter and slid her legs out the side of the bed. The box-spring creaked a little as she lifted her weight off the mattress and she welcomed the carpeted floor under her bare feet. She picked up her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head, her tank top had still been tangled with it and she rolled it up along with her bra from the floor. She bent down to pick up her jeans, the sound of the comforter shifting gave her pause, and when she rose again with her pants clutched in her hands, Gaara was sitting up in bed; hair a mess, skin painted in the bands of light from window, and watching her with those intense azure eyes.

He smirked at her, amused. “Good morning,” he said, his voice smooth and even, hadn’t he just woken up?

“Morning,” Sakura said, a shy smile on her face. She was glad she’d found her sweatshirt; it was long enough to cover her…well, bits. “Sleep well?” she asked, thinking the question awkward seeing as it wasn’t her house.

He chuckled at her, leaning back against the wall behind his bed. “I do live here.”

She smiled, it was an embarrassed one, and she looked at the floor. “Right,” she said, feeling a little silly but surprisingly not as nervous as she thought she would be. So, she continued, “Thanks for last night, it was fun.”

Gaara grinned, his eyes looking over the bare skin of her legs with his lip pulled between his teeth. “You’re very welcome.”

She looked down and to the side again, her heart fluttering. He’d made that face at her last night, too. “Anyway,” she said as she unrolled her jeans and pulled them up over her legs. Gaara watched as she did and pouted a little once she’d dressed herself. “I should probably get going.” His expression changed again, and he looked crestfallen this time. “Where’s my jacket?”

“It’s in the coat closet by the front door,” he answered as he got out of bed. He was naked, just as she had been, and Sakura quickly looked away though she internally questioned why; she’d quite literally gotten acquainted with him in the early hours of that very morning. Gaara pulled on a pair of sweatpants and picked up her underwear from the other nightstand. He approached her and handed out her undergarment. “Though, I didn’t take you for the hit-it-and-quit-it type.”

“Oh, um,” Sakura flushed red in the face and she floundered for her next words. “Well, I…I wasn’t expecting to–”

“You think I went to the movies expecting to?” he teased. Sakura grabbed her underwear and quickly folded them discreetly into her tank top. Her hair was still a mess, Gaara liked that, she was flustered and kneading her bundle of clothes in her hands, he thought it was cute. “If you’d rather expect it next time, then you can give me your number and I’ll ask you out again.”

It was her turn to bite her lip, and Gaara’s turn to get excited over it. “You…want to do this again?” she asked, looking at him now and studying his face. She’d thought this just a fling, maybe just a one-night stand, she hadn’t wanted to assume and look desperate, but…had he thought differently?

Gaara shrugged, that same casual demeanor from the day before, though this time he reached a hand out to her hip and drew his arms around her waist. “The movie, the dinner, the drinks.” He leaned in and pressed his temple to hers, taking a deep breath and continuing with a relaxed and raspy sigh, “Or whatever else you want, just say the word.”

Sakura allowed herself to stand there in his arms, feeling desired and…well, here she was; with attention and care, with consideration and a clear message of wanting. She hadn’t thought about what the morning would bring, it had been so far away the night before, but it brought her someone that adapted to fit her into his evening and she hadn’t needed to compete for, someone who had – inadvertently – caused her to realize that she had been underappreciated.

She leaned into him a little, resting her head against his shoulder and contemplating the feel of it. “Okay.”

Gaara had helped her gather her things; her coat from the closet, her shoes from the hall, her keys from where they’d been left on the counter, and offered her something to eat before she left, though she had refused. She said she had plans for later that day and he wouldn’t question it, though he did make sure to send her a text the moment she gave him her number. When he met her at the door, she stood there a little awkwardly in the face of their goodbye. Gaara, however, was bold enough to ask for another kiss.

She ducked her head to hide her impulsive smile, and when she felt she wouldn’t betray a cool demeanor, she met him halfway. Arms around his neck, slouched against him and enjoying the way his arms wrapped around her waist and how his hand squeezed her hip. Sakura left after that, a smile on her lips and a weightlessness in her chest that she hadn’t felt for a long time. There was no telling what would come of this; it had been exceedingly unanticipated, but she was excited to find out.

Inside his home, Gaara let out steady and controlled breath.

It had been difficult to keep his cool all evening, especially when she had asked to come inside after dropping him off. He hadn’t expected that, and his heart had nearly flipped in his throat when she shut her car off and walked in with him. He offered to take her jacket; again, surprised that she took it off and gave it to him, and he distinctly remembered thinking, you staying a while?

Where’s the bathroom?

Down the hall.

He even got her some water, and when she returned it had been about five minutes before she had responded to a casual graze of the hand by pulling him into a kiss and he’d been simply lost in her after that. When she allowed herself to be held against him after their impassioned exchange, he made sure that she was comfortable, that with every stroke of his fingers against her skin she became more relaxed and he felt a peculiar satisfaction in knowing she’d fallen asleep there in his arms. Even though his insomnia often kept him awake, eventually he fell asleep, too, and upon waking every so often he would find her there and reach out to her.

He was sure that in some way there was another guy, and he didn’t know who he was, but he didn’t care; he was certain he could do better, and that he likely already had.

Gaara went back to his bedroom and grabbed his phone. His brother had texted him asking about the girl he left with, his sister had called him an asshole, and he dialed up her number. It rang a few times and when she answered with a loving, what do you want? he greeted back, “Hey, I need you to bring me my car.”

“Fuck off,” she said, as if she’d been waiting all morning to do so, and he had a good-natured smile on his face when he looked at the screen of her dropped call.

“I suppose I deserve that.”

Thanks for reading!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LaceyJane

FanFiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/u/2120361/WiccadBaltane0501

#gaasaku #sabaku no gaara #ao3 #fan fest 2023 #gaasaku fan fest #sakura haruno #gaara #gaaraxsakura #sakugaa #naruto au

[natsmagi]

hiiiii!! i just wanted to ask why u ship ntmg :0 i love them but i wonder a lot about ppls' like specific reasons lol

u wanna know whats soso funny. i didnt actually ship ntmg for like almost a year when i first joined the fandom. Like obv i knew that they had Something going on and i didnt exactly have any Other natsume ships so it was sort of like "yea sure. he can be with tsumugi. why not"

then i had finally decided to start reading some switch stories bc my sister said she liked tsumugi so i thought i should learn a bit more abt him so i could inform her of some of his quirks! and that was my first mistake. i would kinda just read whatever story caught my eye but i do remember reading element > pleiades > wg

pleiades got me Thinking a little...... i was like hm.......... something fruity going on here.............. but wonder game is what broke me and changed me into the man i am today and it was like in an INSTANT (i was very in denial abt it tho)

i think the reason the pair ended up resonating with me so much is due to all the shit and misunderstandings theyve been through. like god it was just unfortunate circumstance after unfortunate circumstance with those two. but. despite it all, they still wanted to stay by each others side. even when they just could not understand each other, despite natsumes aggression, despite tsumugis apathy, they wanted to be part of each others lives

and all of this really resonated with me since without going into Too much detail i am someone who does struggle with anger management similar to natsume, and i can be incredibly cold and dismissive towards people for little reason, and all of that is stuff i hate about myself and am actively trying to change but its. like. really hard. so it makes me really happy to see that hey! maybe someday you too can find someone who simply meets you halfway and doesnt demonize you for your faults and will stay by your side and help aid you

primarily its because their dynamic is soso genuinely fascinating to me, but part of it is also because it makes me feel like! maybe i can be loved too then! so theyre very near and dear to my heart and a great source of love and comfort for me !!

#rare natsmagi lore #im so normal abt them #ask #also i like just woke up from a nap sorry if this is rambly i am speaking purely based off emotion and not going into analytical depth #maybe ill do that some day bc theres so many facets that i love about them #and i am too eepy to coherently compile it all rn

[snailsbigrace]

Pre-Trauma SUNNY Headcanons

A/N: Another one from my Wattpad that my friend was waiting for! So I hope that he, and you guys enjoy!

Warnings: One mention of an ed.

Word Count: 1.1k

- Remember when you were young and happy?

- SUNNY is a very very quiet kid even before his trauma, often letting his big sister do the talking for him. 

- He's almost never that far away from MARI, because he's very dependent on her.

- When he gets nervous, scared, angry, sad, happy etc, etc, he always goes to MARI. She always seems to help him calm down or encourage his positive emotions.

- If MARI's not around he'll be upset but will instead go to his mom, if not his mom then BASIL, if not BASIL then HERO, if not HERO then AUBREY, if not AUBREY then KEL.

- BASIL's always been one to go to SUNNY when he needs to vent so SUNNY coming to him is only fair in BASIL's mind. He happily listens to SUNNY, and will comfort him if needed. Always gives him a smile after SUNNY feels better or is done talking about something he's happy about.

- HERO doesn't really know what to do if SUNNY's upset as he leaves that to MARI but will try to make him feel better. If he's happy HERO will just nod his head, giving SUNNY a thumbs up, as well as an awkward smile.

- AUBREY listens. She doesn't interrupt, or even move a muscle. She's not letting him be upset! Not on her watch! She'll hug him for hours if she has to! She's not afraid not to! Though if he's really frustrated about it to the point where he's in tears she'll end up in tears too. Gives him a huge smile after he's talked about something that makes him happy!

- KEL is not the best comfort boy out there, he's not very good at listening either. He'll be focusing on something else. If SUNNY's really upset he'll offer for him and SUNNY to go on a walk and will encourage SUNNY to keep talking. Will interrupt and tell SUNNY about something he likes in response to SUNNY talking about what makes him happy.

- SUNNY is a mama's boy, just like HERO!

- SUNNY likes to watch SWEETHEART with KEL, BASIL, and AUBREY. He almost always ends up moving himself closer to AUBREY.

- Loves to show his friends scores he's gotten on his games,  mostly KEL and BASIL! They always seem impressed!

- The opposite of BASIL who likes thunder, SUNNY hates it! It's way too loud! And why must it rain so much? He likes the rain, but not this much rain!

- SUNNY doesn't eat much, he doesn't have an ed or anything he's just not a very hungry kid, though MARI's concerned about why he doesn't eat as much as everyone else.

- When he does eat he really likes MARI's and his mom's cooking and baking but he also really likes cereal! His favorites are Fruit Loops, Fruity Pebbles, and Lucky Charms!

- He's tried "healthier" cereals but doesn't enjoy them. He finds them too tasteless.

- He's also a huge meat enjoyer! He likes a good BBQ and whatnot! His favorites are steak, chicken, and crab! 

- SUNNY likes to go on walks with KEL and HERO! HERO isn't a big fan of exercise so this is a nice alternative for him. He can handle a walk.

- He likes to listen to KEL and HERO babble about which is better or who is better. He secretly agrees with one of them in his head.

- That being said SUNNY really looks up to HERO! He wants to be just like him when he's 15! SUNNY sees HERO as a super kind and overall amazing guy! He also likes HERO's haircut!

- Likes to stay up later, he's usually not doing much, he's usually playing games or thinking of stories in his head.

- Has drawn the headspace versions of his friends. Not because headspace existed, but because the only coloured pencils he had were white, blue, purple, green, pink, orange, and red!

- He showed BASIL and BASIL loved it! BASIL even got to keep it!

- SUNNY has tried to played catch with KEL before, always ends up getting hit with the ball though.

- He also gets worried when MARI offers to play with KEL or AUBREY. He knows about her bad knee and doesn't really want her pushing herself too hard.

- Will offer to take her place but the two aren't really happy about it because SUNNY isn't the best when it comes to playing games.

- His favorites to play are Red Light, Green Light with KEL, and Hopscotch with AUBREY. 

- AUBREY doesn't tell him he's bad at games, she just tells him how good she thinks he's doing. 

- KEL doesn't tell him about how he's bad at games either, but will recommend that they play something else if he doesn't feel that SUNNY can handle the game.

- SUNNY also likes to play Duck Duck Goose with all of his friends. If he's in the middle he likes to either go for HERO or BASIL.

- He likes how much fun they all have when they play that game.

- Sometimes SUNNY sleeps with MEWO when he's scared and is trying to be brave and not go to MARI's bed.

- MEWO is very unimpressed.

- SUNNY likes to hug HECTOR. Dogs aren't his favorite animal in the whole wide world but HECTOR is a very nice dog!

- Goes into a laughing fit when HECTOR licks his face. 

- He knows how frustrated MARI gets when it comes to the piano and messing up and he doesn't really understand why. 

- He tries to avoid her when she's upset.

- He's very only ever been yelled at once in his life that he can remember so he's not very fond of the idea of being yelled at.

- SUNNY takes very special care of his violin! He cleans it every day so that it's really clean for him the next time he uses it!

- He also likes to help MARI clean her piano if she lets him and HERO isn't already on it!

- Probably needs glasses, but he doesn't tell anyone about his slightly crappy vision. But sometimes he hates having to squint to see what things say!

- SUNNY likes to be by himself. He likes to make stories in his head while he just sits in a completely silent room. He hopes one day he can write a book or something!

- He likes to share his stories with MEWO. MEWO is unimpressed. 

-  SUNNY is a spoiled kid who isn't used to not getting what he wants. He's the youngest so he's the most spoiled after all, but he's not overly mean about it or anything like that, he just gets a little fussy when things don't go his way.

- Complains to MEWO, MEWO just sleeps.

Thanks for reading! <3

#<3 #snailsbigrace #headcanons #omori #omori headcanons #omori real world #real world #sunny #sunny omori #sunny headcanons #sunny headcanons omori #poor guy #remember when you were young and happy?

[chaisshitposts]

thanks for reminding me i can manifest them to be chill- i way too used to my strict parents lmao

THE JOJO REFERENCES GOES HARD FR

i haven't catched up with hxh manga but i did finish the anime and basically killua split up to protect alluka and gon wanted to meet his father so they technically couldn't stay together, there's a possibility that they won't appear in the manga again :((

don't blame me😭 the first thing i saw about kny was that episode and nezuko (there was so many nezuko edits oml), but first episode was like a 50/50 for me?? i'm pretty sure it's because i used to watch like really dark magical girls animes when i was younger and my cousins always made me watch the final destination series with them🧍🏻

OML TOJI I REMEMBER READING THE MANGA AND WANTING HIM AND MEGUMI TO MEET SDCNKSDJFBS and yuta is the literal definition of looking like a cinnamon roll but can actually kill you

I DON'T BLAME YOU ABOUT THE PROMISED NEVERLAND CUz Isabella's jumpscare in the first episode was😭😭🖐🏻 and yES PLS GIVE BUNGO STAY DOGS A CHANCE!

KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN?? I HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YET BUT MY COUSIN WATCHES IT A LOT

there's something so scrumptiously delicious about main characters who are weak but are actually strong and just humbles the people who underestimates them, like, sLAY

my sister recommended me mashle! it's on to watch list since i'm planning on binge watching animes in my waiting room and PLS TELL ME THAT ZOM 100 IS FINALLY COMPLETED, I'VE BEEN WANTING TO BINGE WATCH IT SINCE LIKE LAST LAST MONTH

i'm currently watching the apothecary diaries! It's so refreshing because the female lead is so smart and pragmatic, like she doesn't give a sht about the male lead and just loves medicine and poison tasting so much😫 the only thing i dislike is how she's being forced to be the male lead's partner but the plot is still good heheh

🐧anon

no problemo 🕵️ gotta help the homies out. everything in life is a jojo reference, even jesus.

oml nO wait I watched the whole HXH manga and know they split up I was just acting delusional 😭 and uGh I hope the manga gets finished one day... The creator has bad health-- wait a damn minute I can just manifest his health back wtf am I sayin' 🧐

PFFFTTT what a wild read— and oh god no don't even talk about final destination to me, I cannot drive on the freeway normally sometimes bc of that shit, everytime I see a truck with like oversized loads (especially the fuckers with the big ass steel poles on the back of them) I always get chills, even though I know nothing is gonna happen to me cause I said so 🧍

toji didn't even remember he had son.... deadbeat dad type beat. yuta and rika deserve better ngl

isabella and that other maid... they are nightmare fuel. and yes!!!!!! I will absolutely give it another chance for the adorable tiger boy with the fruity little haircut!!! bingeing anime in yer waitin' room??? bruh that's literally so big brain wtf I low-key wanna shift to all my favorite animes one of these days 🕵️ but I have this underlying worry about the version of myself being left behind to do my dirty work lmfao

also- katekyo hitman reborn! is super good, but I will say that I have been rewatchin' it for a sense of nostalgia on and off whenever I have time and god the first like--- 20 episodes are fuckin' cringe but the main character's awakenin' is satisfying 😭 he's like the og deku

I have no idea if all the eps have been posted for zom 100 !!!! I will check for you today if I remember--- I haven't had time to check after watching like the first three episodes on crunchyroll—

OooOo an anime with a strong female lead!?!?! I would absolutely eat that shit up oml gobble gobble gobble— ew that plot sounds cringey. man, I really want an anime with a stoic, underestimated female lead whos like majorly asexual... wait 🧍 hold on, I basically just described saiki k... I NEED A FULL THIRD SEASON OF THE DISASTROUS LIFE OF SAIKI K.

#— chai's asks. !! ~ #— 🐧 anon. !!~

[goose-books]

3 for Anna and Errans, and also 20 and 21 :3

i meant to remember to answer these before the last day of pride month. and then! anyway,

3. How did your oc discover themself? Did something cause them to question, or did they always know?

(godsong WIP page with links) (for context, anna is god's specialest girl ever and the main character, and she's a transfemme nonbinary lesbian. errans is a minor side character with terrible sideburns and transmasc unswag)

anna grew up in a city where priests have a special gender and pronoun, and she was designated a priest at age 11 by the gods, so her transness started as sort of an occupational thing; she was like, "okay, i'm priestgender," and then progressed to, "wait, i like this gender stuff." you are allowed to be priestgender and also another thing, and getting to explore her presentation at the temple lead to the realization that her Other Thing was womanhood (nonbinary-flavored). more a sister than a woman etc <3

as for the lesbianism, i don't think that was ever a discovery for him; there's no homophobia in ivander and his parents are in a bisexual polycule, so i think he just always knew his future person would be a woman. (i say "person" because ivander doesn't have legal marriage, but there is a religious equivalent if you want to dedicate yourself to someone long-term; otherwise you can just do Whatever. city that is absolutely bursting with gender and fruitiness)

errans i'm less sure about dskhfkdsfkdsnfsd. i know he came out as trans when he was around sixteenish; i think he knew he was bisexual first, and the image coming to me is errans experiencing the "do-i-want-to-date-that-guy-or-be-that-guy" about someone he probably never actually spoke to. i don't get a vibe like he ever loathed being a woman, more so that eventually he just realized he could simply be a man. for free. and was like. "well this is clearly so much more what i'm supposed to be doing"

now i'm thinking about awkward teenage errans and his awkward genvy crushes. god bless him

20. Have your ocs helped you in self discovery? How?

sigh. well i have to tell the story don't i. POV: you are [max], age 12, working on the first iteration of the story that will become TMR (my on-hiatus YA transgender evil-faerie high fantasy). you give the character who will become moon marigold all of your uncomfortable feelings about your body, feelings that are certainly not physical dysphoria because you are cisgender. about a year or so later, you realize that this WIP is full of cishet white people (i have since remedied this), and you should really add some diversity. hey, moon's got weird body feelings! what if you made her genderfluid? that sounds great! you are not thinking at all about where those weird body feelings may have come from or how this may reflect on anything at all.

POV: you are [max], still age 13ish, and you've got a new WIP (it's my also-on-hiatus NA monsters-in-NYC thing). you are going to put a binary transgender person in it. not for any specific reason. you just wanted to. who can say why. certainly not you. anyway you've never done this before and you are a little nervous because how can you, as a cisgender person, accurately represent a trans character? you muse about how to write dysphoria as you dress up for an orchestra concert, in an outfit that is extremely feminine. halfway through, you get derailed by crying real tears about said feminine outfit, because now the boy who sits beside you in the orchestra will know that you are a girl (because your long hair and name clearly couldn't have tipped him off beforehand). could you draw on this experience to describe dysphoria, you wonder? or maybe that other time you cried in the shower? but that's bad and wrong, isn't it? because you're cisgender. so comparing your own... whatever this is... to dysphoria would be an APPROPRIATION of dysphoria! how villainously cis of you! how horrible! you'll have to figure out some other way to write this character.

...anyway. thank you to moon and augustus for that. my kings my brothers in arms. and they BOTH do arson in their respective WIPs, so maybe i have another plot twist in my future?

21. Free ramble card wee

FREE RAMBLE WEE... hmm, well, since i've already touched on it a little in this ask, one of the most interesting things about worldbuilding for godsong is that most of the major settings don't have homophobia/transphobia/misogyny the same way that our world does. (i say most because ambergris is stuck in misogynyville. it's probably fine and i bet she won't get violent.) i honestly didn't think super hard about this; i just wanted to write a high fantasy world where women and nonbinary people and bisexuals and lesbians can hold positions of (sometimes corrupt) power, or where the chosen one can be a transfemme lesbian whose issues aren't transphobia but how to complete her quest.

except then i realized that not having homophobia/transphobia/misogyny invites so many other questions about the social fabric of a society. i mean, the modern legal concept of marriage is rooted pretty solidly in heterosexual relationships wherein women move from one family to another, right? so if gender relations are entirely different, do these places even have marriage? do these places even have gender? this is something i'm still figuring out (and honestly, if anyone has suggestions for media that pokes at this kind of thing, i'd love to hear them!). the two main cities in godsong are ivander (a theocracy) and farria (a democracy with a new revolution every tuesday), and i've been playing around in my head with some of the differences--for example, in ivander, being trans is generally considered holy, because the city's patron god is many-gendered; in farria, being trans is something nobody thinks twice about, because everyone is focused on Just Getting By. in ivander, there are at least three defined genders (man, woman, and priest) which can all overlap. in farria, gender doesn't define social relations so much as a parallel hierarchy of military and/or governmental power--eg, farria's very own neopronouns marc antony isn't afraid of "emasculation" in the gender sense, because xir gender is "if you like me you're gay," but xe's terrified of emasculation (for lack of a better word) in the sense of being seen as weak/submissive. in farria these things are way less connected than they are in our world. i'm still working out a lot of the details, but it's been a lot of fun to think about :3

wow that sure was a free ramble. thank you for the asks rook i love you so much <3

(pride asks!)

#max.txt #asks #long post #godsong tag #anna ivtouched #stella errans #and then also: #tmr tag #moon marigold #quark tag #augustus alexander #for my transgender brethren/mentors

[arwenofcintra]

Wattpad - Carlssrighteyee

CARAMEL CARMEN (bassist and backing vocals in The Six): I never really remember things from when I was really little, unless they're significant. I think I must've been about four when Eddie had some friends over our house. I was sat in the garden watering my flower patch. (Laughs smiling at the Author) I loved that little lump of petals and earth. Eddie and his two friends; Graham and Chuck Williams. They were kicking around a ball, playing piggy in the middle too. This time, Graham was piggy.

GRAHAM DUNNE(lead guitarist in The Six): I hated being piggy.

CARAMEL CARMEN : The ball was thrown to far, by Eddie of course, Graham fumbled and accidentally whacked it over towards me. In my flower patch.

GRAHAM: I still remember her big brown eyes sloping as soon as that ball hit her flowers.

CARAMEL CARMEN: I wasn't that upset.

EDDIE ROUNDTREE(Rhythm guitarist and backing vocals in The Six): She started crying.

CARAMEL CARMEN: Graham came over to me, he picked up one of my flowers. It was a brown Angel Amber Kiss Pansy. He gave it to me, in my tiny hand. And said something like "Look, it's caramel like you. I mean Caramel like Carmen."

GRAHAM: It was brown like Caramel.

I'm pretty sure I said  "It's a brown colour. Caramel like Carmen, you're a Candy." Then I stopped talking like a blubbering five year old and actually apologised. (Laughs)

CARMEN: We went and ate lunch, I was fine after I ate Mama's Con Carne.

GRAHAM: I like to say my pick up lines got better.

EDDIE: He never got better at verbally picking up girls.

GRAHAM: I felt bad for the rest of the day, it was better after lunch. Carmen came and played with us and vouched to be piggy in the middle for me.

CARMEN: I always liked being in the middle.

EDDIE: About two years after that I picked up a guitar. (smirks) It was love at first sight. My Grandpa was something of an entrepreneur so when he got his hands on a Gibson Acoustic it seemed effortless. I mean they aren't cheap. I remember it in the corner of his front room. Just sat there, all polished and I don't know. Calling for me. Yeah, that's it. I asked him if I could play, he told me.

"Go ahead kid, but I haven't a clue of how to play one."

I picked up that guitar and strummed like how I saw Elvis play on the radio shop TV. My fingertips hurt like a bitch, but I realised that all came with time and practise. My Grandfather said I was a natural, what did he know? (Laughs) I sounded like a screaming tyre. Either way, thanks to my Grandfather's dodgy hearing he bought me a chord book. It all really sprouted from there.

AUTHOR: What song did you first learn?

EDDIE: Must've been. Ah, the chords to All Shook Up by Elvis. Yeah that one.

CARMEN: My big brother was playing guitar. Little me thought he was so cool. When Eddie was in his room with the Gibson I'd sit at the foot of his bed and watch. It was always me and Eddie when it came to music. I wanted to be just like my big brother.

EDDIE: I feel bad now for what I said.

CARMEN: I said to Eddie, "I want to play guitar too."

Eddie replied with.

"I play guitar, you can't aswell."

EDDIE: I told my seven year old sister she could play Bass. Or Sing. Or play the recorder.

CARMEN: I did all three. And I learnt guitar. It took a while to get hold of a bass, until then I played the Gibson. Eddie didn't know I took the guitar every Wednesday when he had scouts, until he came home early from cancellation. And I was sat in his room with the Acoustic on my lap and he strolled inro his room, stopping dead in his tracks upon the sight. He wasn't that angry, I can't really remember, all he said was.

"Play me something."

I did. I played Tutti Fruiti. God, I loved that song. I messed up the second verse but it didn't matter. I think Eddie enjoyed it because he asked me to play another, that's when I played All Shook Up which was the song circled in red crayon in his chord book. Eddie never clapped, only nodded his head.

Of course that was the only approval little Carmen needed from her amazing brother.

That's when I knew I was good. Never a lead guitarist, but I could give you a solid rhythm section. Easy.

EDDIE: She was no good at the recorder. My sister is a very talented woman, wind instruments were not her forte. But strings, yeah there was something there for sure.

CARMEN: I always used to think Bass was boring. It was the version of guitar no one hears, or so I thought. When I started listening real hard to songs I could hear the thrum of the bass. Soon, I'd hear it over the drum beat. Bass was groovy, and free. I could reside with that. When I first got my little hands on that Fender Bass and my tab book, I should have been more excited. It was red and black, with a mahogany neck. After ten minutes or so, I really started to feel like Paul McCartney. I got into the groove. That's it with bass, you carry the song so you gotta enjoy it.

EDDIE: When I started playing guitar with the boys, I struggled to stand with my feet apart and have some sort of presence. For Carmen, she swayed with it, her head bobbed and her feet tapped to the beat of whatever track she'd play along to. My sister, Carmen Roundtree, knew her shit.

CARMEN:  It was natural, Eddie could keep his 6 string, I had something far better.

#daisy jones and the six #fanfic #wattpad #graham dunne #eddie roundtree #daisy jones fanfic

[mariusslonelysoul]

I got anxious and started rewatching violetta so here are some thoughts! (i'm currently on ep 32 of s1 btw)

It's so unintentionally funny sometimes, kinda like teen wolf

Especially andrés! Babyboy is delightful

Everyone is some flavour of fruity

The adults CARRIED. Ramallo, beto, jade, olga and gregorio are hilarious

Also, beto=fito páez (iconic argentinian singer and songwriter)

Is it ever explained why germán doesn't know angie?? Like, the guy was married to her sister for at least five years, knew her for at least six, and he never met angie?? Not even by name?! It'd be pretty suspicious if suddenly a woman with my dead wife's sister's name turned up

I cannot believe i turned team tomás a couple of years ago bc of some tweets and memes that were doing the rounds. He was so pushy and constantly accused vilu of lying (which, she did yeah, but he never let it go!) So yeah, i agree with my 8 y/o self, león was the best

That being said, braco was right there girlie!!! He is lovely

Luca would be quite a catch irl too actually, i can change him

But! Pablo is THEE best, handsome, smart, successful. angie is a fool

And anyway, angie and germán's relationship was very strange in many levels

I wanna fist fight germán, then take him to therapy, then bitch slap him. He is a hypocrite

Ramallo and vilu's relationship is so wholesome, i love it

The lafontaine siblings are hot

Jade deserves a himbo sugar daddy

They are all worse singers than i remembered, which i guess makes sense given they're teens and studying

What doesn't make sense is the fuck load of other things and plotlines re: maría

I wonder how much it's lost in translations re: the usage of random english words, especially gregorio's "stchudio"

Ludmila is actually unbearable this season

Camilla's plotlines were really strange sometimes

Maxi is a very nice singer, i wish he had more songs

#anyway i'm surprisingly having fun #will report back #violetta #m rewatches disney #m rambles #m your argentinian is showing #disney channel #disney latam #violetta castillo #francesca caviglia #jade lafontaine #ramallo #leon vargas

[pacinglikeghosts]

does he know you’re out (and i want you so bad?)

fruity four | fake dating au | bonus scenes

per request, here are the scenes i cut from chapter ten! the first is a scene with mike, nancy, and robin, and the second is one with mostly eddie and steve, but wayne also pops up at the end! the total word count for these two scenes is around 2k, so settle in and enjoy! the ronance and mike scene takes place right after they enter nancy's room, and the steddie scene is the morning after the chapter takes place.

i. remember the words said, and your little brother's favorite songs (mike, nancy, and robin)

“You two have fun with your boyfriends?” Robin mocked in a high-pitched voice before bursting into another fit of laughter. “God, are we really that good at this whole thing? And what does she think those sleepovers are?”

Nancy smiled, kicking off her sneakers and joining Robin on the bed. “I don’t think she really cares, given everything…as long as I’m home by our agreed time and don’t get pregnant or die or something,” she shrugged. 

“Like I said,” Robin said, scooching closer to her on the floral quilt. “That won’t be a problem. The pregnancy. Not death. I can’t promise that, especially given our track record with things like this, but as long as you don’t cheat on me, which I hope you don’t, because we just started dating and that would totally fucking suck—“ 

Nancy opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off by a sharp knock on her door. “I’ll grab that, it’s probably just my mom making sure we don’t want something to eat or telling us to quiet down,” she smiled, pressing a kiss to Robin’s cheek and opening the door to find Mike standing in the doorway. “What do you want?” 

“Can you shut the hell–ew, Nance, can you put a sweater on or something, I don’t need to think about you and Eddie making out in my own house,” Mike grimaced, giving his sister a once-over. 

Nancy rolled her eyes. “This isn’t your house, you might as well be a freeloader,” she commented. 

“Well, can you shut the hell up? Some of us try to get to sleep at a decent hour.” 

She scoffed, leaning against the doorframe. “Where was this respect for others the other night when you spent the entire night talking to Dustin about the campaign you’re planning to do when Will gets back? Or last week, when you all were on the radio talking about what you’re going to do when your group is officially completed and the Byers are home for good?”

“Payback for all those hours you’d stay on the phone until two in the morning talking to Jonathan about all your stupid shit!” Mike shot back, his gaze drifting from his sister to the other girl occupying Nancy’s bedroom. He slowly began to take in the entire scene–Robin leaning against Nancy with her hand in the back pocket of Nancy’s shorts, her blatantly obvious lovesick expression as she stared at the back of Nancy’s head, the matching hickeys, the lip gloss stain on Robin’s freckled cheek–before his jaw dropped. “You–” 

Nancy grabbed her brother by the arm, dragging him into her room and shutting the door behind them. “Choose your next words carefully, Michael,” she warned. 

“You–are you two cheating on Eddie and Steve?” he asked. 

God, for a boy who was so smart he could be pretty damn oblivious, Nancy thought as she sat on the bed. Robin’s hand neatly placed itself on top of Nancy’s, their fingers intertwining as Nancy turned her attention back to Mike. “No! Eddie and I…and Steve and Robin…were never a thing. I mean, not a real thing. We were all pretending to date. Just because…Robin had a family thing and her family’s full of assholes, and I didn’t want to deal with people questioning me about Jonathan all summer when we mutually broke up,” she explained cautiously, attempting to read her brother’s body language. She trusted Mike, but it wasn’t exactly like they were in an accepting time or place, either. News outlets criminalized and demonized people like Robin and Eddie–and to some extent Nancy and Steve–almost every time Nancy picked up a paper or turned on the news, and if word got out about the four, it could be catastrophic. 

“So, you’re together?” he asked. 

Nancy looked to Robin for approval on telling Mike, only to receive a small nod. “If you tell anyone, especially Mom and Dad, I’ll kill you in your sleep, got it?” she threatened. “That means absolutely no one. Not El, or Will, or anyone else in your group. The only people that know are you, Steve, Eddie, and Jonathan knows I like Robin and everything was a lie, so I should tell him when he gets home.” 

“Wait, what? You told Jonathan before you told me?” Robin interjected, only to be waved off by Nancy with a we’ll talk later expression. 

Mike nodded, a bit of fear in his eyes. “Got it,” he agreed. “Hey, Nance?” 

“Yeah?” Nancy asked as she leaned against Robin and placed her head on her shoulder. 

He softened, leaning against her desk. “I’m happy for you, I guess…plus, Robin’s a lot better than you dating the guy I see as a kind of big brother, so like, that’s a plus,” he said, messing with a pencil on Nancy’s desk. “How does this work, though? Do Steve and Jonathan not matter, do you just like girls, or what? I need to know what to expect.”

“Steve and Jonathan absolutely still matter. I like guys, and I liked them both, and I like girls. You don’t need to expect anything, because my love life doesn’t concern you,” she explained, rolling off the bed with a bit of protest from Robin. “Now, come here,” she encouraged, holding her arms out for a hug. 

“I’m fifteen, I’m not giving you a hug,” he protested with a disgusted face. 

Nancy rolled her eyes. “Just hug me, Mike,” she insisted. Begrudgingly, Mike gave in and wrapped his arms around Nancy’s neck as she wrapped hers around his midsection, despite the fact that he was at least four inches taller than her. The two stayed in their embrace for a few moments, neither one wanting to break from the well-needed display of sibling affection. “God…you’re getting too damn tall..we’ll be quiet, I promise. Goodnight.” 

“‘Night, Nance…you too, Robin,” Mike called, opening the door and heading out to the hall to his room. “Oh, can we use your discount now, Robin? Steve won’t let us use his, even though Max and Dustin get free–”

“Nope, sorry kid! Goodnight!” Robin called, her eyes following Nancy as the brunette shut the door behind her brother and made her way back to the bed. 

Nancy laid back down on the bed, pressing a kiss to Robin’s nose. “So, where were we?”

ii. have i known you twenty seconds, or twenty years? (steve, eddie, and wayne)

By the time Steve eventually pulled himself from sleep and opened his eyes, the morning sunshine was streaming through what little windowspace there was in the room. It took him a moment to come into where he was–not his room, or curled up on Robin’s tiny bed, but instead in Eddie Munson’s bedroom, in Eddie Munson’s bed. 

Which meant everything from last night—the kisses, the end of their crafted relationships, the clean sheets, the pancakes for dinner, and falling asleep wrapped up with Eddie—was real, and not some sick dream Steve made up to help fight back nightmares. 

“Mm..’morning,” he grumbled with his voice still thick with sleep, rolling over only to find the bed empty. Steve sat up, messing with his hair to tame the bed head, only to see Eddie sitting on the floor, guitar in his lap. 

“Morning, sunshine,” Eddie grinned, looking up from his guitar. “Didn’t wake you, did I?” 

Steve shook his head, smiling to himself. “No, I woke up on my own. What time is it?”

“Eight-thirty,” Eddie replied simply, twisting his frizzy curls up before letting them fall down his back like the chocolate fountains Steve had seen at his parents’ fancy parties. “So, we had breakfast for dinner, should we have dinner for breakfast?” 

Steve laughed, pulling himself out of the bed to sit on the edge. “I don’t think you have the food for that, Eds,” he joked. “But we can have pancakes again? Or I can go take a few eggs from Max and make us that?” 

“Pancakes are just fine, baby.” 

The pet name sent a warm fuzzy feeling throughout Steve’s entire body. He knew Eddie was no stranger to pet names, especially with him, but being called ‘baby’ had a certain element of formality. As if to say, yes, you are my baby, Steve Harrington, even if you don’t know it fully yet, and Steve loved it so goddamn much. After all, Eddie was the first person he dated to actually use them on him, and it just felt so…nice. Like he was wanted. 

“I’ll go get started on them…you can finish whatever you’re working on,” Steve smiled, rising from the bed to press a kiss to Eddie’s forehead before grabbing his jeans from the night before. 

Eddie glanced up through his bangs, a coy grin on his face. “Leaving so soon?” he teased, leaning over to grab a pair of clean sweatpants from his drawer and tossing them to his boyfriend. “That’ll be better, hm?” 

“Thanks,” Steve nodded, exchanging the denim for the soft, worn cotton of the sweatpants before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. 

With an ABBA record he found tucked in the back corner of Eddie’s collection (who knew Eddie “The Freak” Munson, loud and proud metalhead, was a secret ABBA fan?) playing through the stereo, Steve began to make pancakes yet again, humming along to the upbeat electric melody of “Angeleyes” and dancing around the trailer’s cramped kitchen. He’d hardly noticed Eddie come into the living space, letting the song transition into a rather melodramatic performance of “The King Has Lost His Crown” as the pancakes cooked on the pan. 

“Having fun there, Harrington?” Eddie asked without an ounce of malice. 

Steve jumped slightly, his spatula slipping from his hand. “God, Eds, when did you get there?” he asked. “And I didn’t know you were an ABBA fan.”

“Long enough to watch your one man performance,” Eddie smiled. “And I’m not—that’s Wheeler’s, she—fuck, you caught me, goddamnit.” 

Steve grinned, moving the pan off the heat as he plated a few fully cooked pancakes. “Come dance with me, then.” 

“No fucking way,” Eddie scoffed, but let Steve sweep him up and into a messy dance for the next song, then the next, and the next until the pancakes were long forgotten. “You’re such a loser.” 

“Look who’s talking,” Steve smiled, leaning in to kiss Eddie as the door to the trailer flew open and the two pushed apart. 

“Hey, Ed, I’m home, I’m gonna—oh, well, I see you’re already up and at it…” Wayne called, stopping not two feet from where he entered when he saw his nephew and Steve Harrington standing questionably close together in the living room of his home. The same Steve Harrington that tossed around homophobic slurs like they were part of the normal vernacular, the same Steve Harrington that made Eddie’s life a living hell for most of high school. And yet, now he stood in the Munson trailer, mere seconds away from making out with Eddie himself. “So, what’s going on here?” 

Steve's face filled with panic, shifting away from Eddie even more. “Nothing, sir, we were just—“ he forced out, messing with his hair the same way he always did when he got stressed out. 

“Stevie, it’s fine, Wayne…he knows. He’s fine with it,” Eddie explained in a low voice, taking Steve’s hand before he could move to pull through his hair again. “I guess we’re…I mean…shit, yeah, we’re dating. We’ve been hanging out since Spring Break when Harrington here saved my ass, and it only took us until now because he was pretending to date Robin Buckley, and I was faking that whole shit with Wheeler,” he turned to his uncle, offering the elder Munson a bit of an explanation. 

Wayne nodded slowly, as if trying to process all of the information. “A’ight…well…you two be safe now,” he said before making his way down the hall. “I’m gonna go get food later, make up a list of what we need!”

“Yeah!” Eddie called back, as Steve leaned back against the counter and let out a sigh. “Expected the worst or something?” 

Steve laughed dryly, the color returning to his cheeks. “Yeah, something like that…but it’s cool that he’s so good about…you know,” he said with a shrug before looking at the pile of pancakes that were completely untouched. “So, how about those pancakes?” 

Eddie nodded, leaning against the counter to press the long-awaited kiss to Steve’s lips. “Don’t mind if I do.”

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#the wheelers deserve to hug dammit #this was healing for me to write #they get the good family bonds that i do not have /hj #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #fruity four #ronance #steddie #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #Steve harrington #eddie munson #nancy x robin #steve x eddie #fic: does he know you're out #bonus scenes! #melodicchaos fics

[tarisilmarwen]

RobStar Week 2022, Day 6 - Tropical

(My Florida Man Flying Graysons agenda rears its head again, lol.)

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The salty ocean breeze was pleasantly cool today.

Dick shifted in the canvas pool chair, stretching his arms over his head to wake himself up.  His body started drooping back down into a lazy, contented stupor almost immediately though, the warm air soothing him.

To his right, Kory lounged in her own chair, sunglasses and sunhat shading her eyes.  She peeked up at the scampering pair of children running across the sand and screaming in delight, raising her voice.

"Mari?  Jake?  Please do not roughhouse," she called loudly in concern, seeing their little boy wrestling with his sister, his arms around her middle.

Both children broke apart with an apologetic, "Yes mommy!", separating but continuing to chase each other around the stretch of beach that made up their backyard.

Dick leaned back into his chair, his eyes tracing the wooden steps up to their house.  It was nearing lunchtime; maybe he should fire up the grill and make them all seafood shishkebabs.  He knew they had some shrimp in the meat freezer that needed to be used up.

Grinning, he pulled himself out of his seat, standing up and drinking in the sight of his gorgeous sunbathing wife for a self-indulgent moment.

"I'm gonna go start lunch," he told her.  "You want anything?"

Kory stirred and pulled down the sunglasses shading her brilliant emerald eyes.  "Perhaps some fried calamari?" she suggested shyly.  "I have been craving it all day."

Dick sent a probing, concerned look towards her stomach.  "You're not pregnant again, are you?" he asked, remembering her insatiable desire for squid all throughout her pregnancy with Jake.

She laughed, a bright, musical sound.  "No," she assured him.  "But I have been missing the fried Ribfrek snacks they used to make on Tamaran."  She shook her head, a somberness touching her smile.  "The native populations have still not returned to sustainable levels," she lamented, a bit wistful.

He nodded, choosing not to comment.  He knew Kory missed Tamaran horribly, knew the planet was still slowly recovering from the scars of war, had yet to return to its former tropical glory.

Here, in the Florida Keys, he could still give her a semblance of the home she remembered.

"Fried calamari coming right up," he promised, beginning to take the long set of wooden steps up the hill to their white-painted house.

***

While he was up on their porch, bustling in and out of the kitchen to set supplies out by the grill, he decided to break into the liquor cabinet and surprise Kory with a drink.

It was a potent fruity concoction—half the ingredients were Tamaranian, painstakingly imported—and Dick mixed each bit carefully, balancing sweet and sour flavors until he'd shaken up a pretty pastel yellow liquid that he poured into a tall flute glass for her.

He finished up the seafood skewers, sprinkling salt and spicy Tamaranian pepper flakes on them for flavor, then brought the tray down, carefully balancing the drinks on one edge.

Kory gasped in delight when he set the tray down, eagerly leaning up and grabbing the delicate flute, taking a long sip and then sighing in contentment.

"Robin..." she breathed, still using her favorite pet name for him, and he felt a thrill crawl under his skin.  Kory opened her eyes and beamed warmly at him, blissful, grateful, as happy as he'd ever seen her.  "You spoil me too much," she said.

He grinned, pleased to have made her happy, and set the tray down on the little table between the pool chairs.  "Hey!" he called down to the scampering children on the sand.  "Come get lunch!"

Both youngsters immediately began trotting up the beach towards them, entering the shade of the ferny palm trees, each of them grabbing up a skewer and garbling appreciatively around thick mouthfuls towards their father.

He smiled as he watched their children scarf down, heart as warm as the wind that whispered through the leafy palms, murmuring quiet contentment with every gentle wave and rustle.

If Tamaran had been like this, he thought, he would have gladly fought to preserve her too.

Dick sat himself back down in a seat as he picked up a skewer and enjoyed the pleasant summer day.

#robstar #robstarweek #robin #starfire #dick grayson #kory #koriand'r #dick x kory #mar'i grayson #jake grayson #DC comics #Teen Titans #fanfiction #prompt fics

[nitecourtfairytail]

Heavy Hearts

Elain makes a move.

Chapter song Making Eyes by Archers

This is the song that started everything for me. When I first heard it I immediately thought of Elain and Azriel and all of their angst due to Rhysand’s meddling. I repurposed it for this chapter, though.

Ch. 4. Making Eyes

Azriel and Elain had been awkwardly dancing around one another ever since she kissed his cheek. Once she realized what she’d done it frightened her how easily it had happened, and without meaning to she pushed him away. They remained in each other’s orbit though, too afraid to take things a step further-to acknowledge their feelings. They shared small brushes of their hands when passing, maybe held on the slightest bit longer than the others when they hugged. There was something charged in their shared glances that neither could name, nor did they want to lest they break the spell.

But tonight she wanted to-at the very least she wanted to know he felt the same.

So she’d asked Mor for help. The newest townhouse inhabitant had invited everyone to her favorite bar later and jumped at the chance to help Elain pick something to wear. She skipped from the guest room down the hall to Elain’s closet, ransacking her wardrobe until she came upon a dress buried in the back with the tags still attached. She squealed. Literally squealed when she saw it.

“If you don’t agree to wear this dress tonight theres no sense in going.” She stated, matter-of-factly.

That dress had been the first thing she splurged on after leaving Greyson, but could never find the right occasion to wear it. Strapless with a sweetheart neckline, the silky, cobalt blue material was covered by black lace, and cinched together at the waist underneath a leather tie corset. When she tried it on, the fabric flowed down the curves of her shapely thighs and hugged her generous backside. A jagged hi-low hemline giving the gown a slight edginess.

“Why this one?” Elain raised a brow in curiosity.

“Because this is the only dress that’s ‘you’-sweet with a slight boldness.” Elain couldn’t help but smile at that. “And also because I happen to know a certain curly headed man loves this color blue.” She said with a wink.

Elain sputtered “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about” she feigned disbelief, but couldn’t look Mor in the eyes.

“Yeah. Okay.” She responded, voice dripping in sarcasm. “Well either way. Put on your sexiest black heels and you’ll have to pick his jaw up off the floor.” She sauntered to the door, headed to her room and stopped just in the hallway. Looking over her shoulder, she caught Elain’s eye, her voice soft, but stern. “And remember. Even if you know with absolute certainty that you want to move forward, you have every right to say no. I know my cousin-he’d never push you further than you are comfortable pushing yourself.”

~~~~~~

Elain didn’t know what to expect of Mor’s favorite bar, but this lounge certainly wasn’t it. This was a place you took someone to impress them. The booths against the wall were cozy, with red suede fabric cushions and leather backings. The waitstaff all wore dress pants and white button down shirts with red bow ties and cummerbunds.

Mor had found them a booth in the back corner, and ordered a round of drinks while they waited for the brothers to arrive.

Elain swirled her drink-a pleasantly fruity concoction with mango and strawberry, and turned to Mor beside her “How did you know?”

“Know what?” Cerridwen asked curiously. The twins loved gossip, but they were the best secret keepers Elain knew. Enigmas, the both of them.

Mor slyly looked at Elain then back at Cerridwen “That Lainey here has a thing for my broody cousin.”

Both of the twins threw their heads back in laughter “was that supposed to be a secret, El?” Nuala choked out. “Girl we knew from day one.” Her sister confirmed.

“Speak of the devil” Mor whispered, nodding her head toward the three men walking in their direction. The four of them tried not to giggle, but they were already on their second drink and that apparently made them turn into giddy school girls.

Rhysand, in a sharp charcoal suit with a deep blood orange button down underneath looked as dramatic as his personality. The style gave a uniquely ‘Rhysand’ vibe: elegant and aloof, yet at the same time casual and charming.

Cassian had opted to embrace his inner ‘hipster lumberjack’ and wore fitted, dark wash jeans with a black and forest green plaid shirt. Instead of a belt, he opted for leather suspenders to match his boots. He pulled it off surprisingly well-his five o’clock shadow only enhancing the ensemble.

She heard Mor and Cerridwen’s awed approval of the trio and nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly. The brothers looked astonishing, truly, but Az-he was positively sublime. He wore a white button down with a layered waistcoat-grey with black on top- over it. His sleeves rolled halfway up his muscular forearms, and the top few buttons on his shirt undone showing off his tattooed chest and a small chain necklace with a pendant. At first glance it looked like a cross, but a second look proved it was a tiny well crafted dagger, with actual leather on the hilt and a tiny blue stone on the cross guard. He still wore his usual black skin tight jeans, but chose doc martens to complete the look.

The men stood at the edge of the table, assessing. “Mor, my darling cousin” Rhys drawled, face alight with amusement “I don’t believe this booth is big enough for all of us.”

“Indeed, cousin” she retorted. “That is because at least some of us will be spending our night on the dance floor.” She pushed Rhysand as she scooted (rather ungracefully) out of her seat to do just that-grabbing Cassian as she left. They heard Cassian excitedly ask “Does this mean you’re gonna be my wingwoman tonight?!” before the music and distance drowned out their conversation.

Azriel and Rhysand had just enough room to sit comfortably. Elain was sure this booth was in fact the smallest in this place, and was beginning to wonder if Mor hadn’t chosen it on purpose. She glanced at the uneasiness of the others and asked if they should find a different place to sit.

They found a much larger empty area a little ways away with ample seating. It had a small coffee table instead of the dining table at their old spot. Ottomans that matched the red suede were on the opposite side allowing more people to sit, and the booth itself was “L” shaped with enough space for twice their group.

~~~~~~

Elain wished she was drunk. Maybe she’d have the courage to sit on Azriel’s lap-if for no other reason than to see his reaction. She couldn’t even look at him tonight. The fact that everyone in their group knew of her feelings toward the man beside her except him made her even more anxious-like every move she made was under a microscope so they could all talk about it later without her. It was a silly thought, she knew, but these ‘intrusive thoughts’ (as Thesan called them) are just that. Lies she manifested through her anxiety, and she had to work hard to push them aside. To not let them fester inside her mind.

Mor peeled herself off the dance floor to sit with the others for a moment and order another fruity cocktail. Elain silently thanked the gods for the distraction. “Where’s Cass?” Rhys shouted above the music.

“I played wingwoman, remember?” She winked, then eyed the dance floor where Cass and a tall slender brunette were lost in each other. Their lips unlatched as they turned away from the group, she had turned her back against him, sliding her hand up behind her to hold his neck while they gyrated filthily against one another. Almost in unison the other two brothers looked at the four women with frantic looks on their faces “Can I sleep on your couch tonight?!” “Oh no, Rhys. You have the farther bedroom. You don’t have to hear it as much as I do” “I may not have to hear it, but if I walk in on it again I very well may throw myself off a bridge.”

The brothers continued to squabble between themselves as the women laughed. “You two do know that’s a pull out couch, right?” An exasperated but playful look on Elain’s face.

The pair gaped at her indignantly while Cerridwen and Mor griped about a bet they had going over who would end up on the floor.

“We’ve stayed at your house how many times? And you weren’t going to tell us?” Rhys remarked.

“My sisters and I would often sleep in the same bed. It was comforting to us. I thought maybe you guys had a similar dynamic” Elain shrugged

“I-well for you that makes sense, but these two just wanted to laugh at our expense.” Rhys huffed

“Oh please, brother. As if you weren’t sneaking into Nuala’s room half the time.” Az piped up rolling his eyes.

It was true, Nu and Rhys had a friends-with-benefits agreement, but it was never spoken about. Like some sort of known secret, everyone just accepted that it was happening. Elain had always thought the two might end up dating, but there was no emotional connection between them other than friendship. Just as well-she had a feeling he and Feyre would hit it off.

“Fine. You can have the couch then. Nu, wanna go give Cass a run for his money?” He held his hand out-she quickly grabbed it with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Oh we can totally beat that.” The two walked off discussing strategy as if going to war.

Cerridwen looked between the three left sitting, chewing her lip. “Mor? Would you-?” She nodded toward the dance floor bashfully.

“Really?” Mor beamed. Cerridwen nodded suppressing a nervous smile. “I’d love to!” The two seemed to float as they twirled around one another giddily.

“Well that just leaves us.” Az looked at Elain, uncertain of where they stood or what happened to make her push him away. “I’m not sure what I did, but I don’t like this, Lainey. It’s been almost two weeks. I’ve gotten so used to being around you, and-“

“You did nothing wrong.” She interjected. He stared at her wide eyed, confused..hurt. “I was wrong.” She grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers. “I scared myself-got in my own head and allowed my past to interfere. And instead of talking to you and trying to figure out whatever” she waved her free hand between them “this is, I pushed you away. I don’t want to do that anymore” she took a deep breath. There was a lot they needed to discuss.

“Please don’t.” He breathed, eyes so soft and earnest. “I know that there are still fresh wounds that need to heal, but Lainey-Elain. I will happily accept whatever you give me. Please don’t ever think that you’re not enough. You’re everything.” He wiped an errant tear from her cheek.

“There’s a lot I want to talk to you about-preferably in a quieter setting” she giggled “but I want you to know Az, in case there was any doubt, I really like you.”

His face looked as if she had given him the greatest gift in the world-he was filled with pure joy “I’m glad to finally have confirmation. And for the record, I really like you too.” He paused, warring with himself over the next question “Do-would it be too much if I kissed you?”

Her cheeks hurt. She hasn’t smiled this hard or this much in her life. “Just promise me you won’t get upset if I ask you to stop-if it becomes too much.”

“I swear it.” He was so gentle. Every movement soft and deliberate like it had been choreographed. His hand cupping her cheek, pulling her in closer and closer, her eyes fluttering shut at the precise moment that their foreheads rested against one another. The tenderness as he pressed theirs noses together, allowing their breath to mingle before their lips met.

The kiss itself was chaste, and over far too quickly. She could feel he held back, that anything more would be her choice, and on her terms. He pulled back, once again resting their foreheads together, searching her eyes for reassurance. The hand that still cupped her cheek moved to rest on her neck, his thumb stroking her jaw lovingly.

She mirrored his actions, and pulled him closer kissing him again. There was no clashing of teeth, no tongues roaming-not yet-but there was passion. Lips interlocking again and again, cautiously deepening with each meeting. They were learning her boundaries-together.

Lost in their own blissful world, they hadn’t noticed someone standing between the two ottomans opposite the low table until he cleared his throat. They both jumped at the sudden disruption, turning in shock.

“Who the fuck are you?” Azriel felt Elain go tense and gripped her protectively. The man ignored him, his eyes locked on the woman Az held tighter. The man’s pupils were blown wide, enraged, with only a sliver of blue to be seen. His hands at his sides-tensing into fists and stretching out again as if feebly restraining himself from physically lashing out.

“Ellie.” The man’s voice was menacing. “I see we’ve gotten over our dislike of PDA, then haven’t we?”

Azriel watched her eyes grow with fear, felt her body trembling. “You need to leave.” He rubbed Elain’s legs that at some point had come to rest over his own, in an effort to comfort her. To remind her that she wasn’t alone in this fight.

Again the man acted as though Azriel hadn’t spoken. “Is this the piece of shit you were screwing behind my back? I fucking knew you were a little slut.”

“Lainey, you want me to take care of this?” He asked her as gently as he could manage, his rage at the bastard before them barely contained.

She turned her head toward him, finally breaking eye contact with her ex. Her hand still resting on Azriel’s neck moved. She curled her fingers and stroked along his jaw with her knuckles-the motion nothing but loving. Her eyes softened as they met his own-almost golden with his fury. “No, Az. Not yet. I need to try first.” She kissed him before moving to stand on shaky legs.

He wouldn’t interfere. He knew she had to do this herself. He would be her strength, cheering her silently from the sidelines; ready to sub-in should the need arise, but praying it wouldn’t come to that.

With her heels on, she was nearly eye to eye with Greyson. Her hands balled into fists at her side, she walked toward him, gaining confidence with each stride. “You have some nerve continuing these bullshit lies. I NEVER cheated on you, but I know you did. I had to go to the clinic more than once because of whatever YOU brought back with you, and pretend it never happened.” She was livid. “How dare you show up now and try to interfere with my happiness-my healing.”

“Oh, please Ellie. I gave you a good life.” He seethed

“YOU GAVE ME HEL!” She shouted “you gave me more trauma! You gave me nothing worth holding on to!” He slapped her. Azriel bolted upright. Elain held her hand out to him, silently telling him to hold on. She stood her ground.

“I never reported you, but I have plenty of evidence. Even your father couldn’t keep you out of jail if I went to the police with everything I have against you.” Greyson balked at her. She held her hand out to Azriel, which he instantly grabbed.

She started to walk away, Az in tow, when Greyson called after her “Fatass fucking whore. I gave you so much better than you deserved.” She tugged Azriel harder to keep him from giving the man the punishment rightfully owed him.

As they got further away from her ex, she turned to a still enraged Azriel. “I know you wanted to kill him. I did too. But I wasn’t lying about the evidence.” Her thumb stroked his hand in calming arcs. “There were witnesses when he hit me tonight-plus there are cameras in here.” His lips parted in disbelief-quickly taken over by a prideful smile. “I may have a lot of mental issues and blockages to deal with because of him, but he talked a lot about his job at the law firm-how if there wasn’t enough evidence against the accused the case would usually be dismissed or the evidence was ‘hearsay’ and inadmissible. I’ve been building my case for a while.”

“Godsdammit you’re amazing, Lain.” His voice filled with awe.

The pair found the rest of the group on the dance floor and explained what happened. “We’re leaving.” Rhys said decisively-as if there were any question from the rest of them. Cassian had left with the mysterious brunette at least half an hour prior telling Rhysand not to wait up (meaning he was going to her place). That came as a huge relief. As happy as she was with how things went tonight with Az, Elain wasn’t sure if she could handle him sleeping under the same roof just yet,

The group said their goodbyes outside of Rita’s. When it was her turn to say goodbye to Az, it was as if everyone else felt the tension and stepped away to give them some semblance of privacy. “Let me know when you get home tonight, please.” He was worried-scared of what had happened and the possibilities of what could happen now that Greyson was making his presence known again.

“I swear it.” She giggled. He kissed the top of her head, and she could feel him smiling against her hair. “I never got the chance to tell you, by the way, that you clean up quite nicely.” She pulled away and winked at him.

There was a glint in his eye as he leaned forward, breath tickling the shell of her ear. His deep voice turned raspy “and you, sweetheart, are absolutely ravishing.”

Her breath caught in her throat. “I-um-“ her throat bobbed. “I-I’ll text you. In just a little bit, okay?” She stammered nervously. He smiled in answer, quickly kissing her lips, and beginning to walk toward Rhysand’s car. “I look forward to it.”

~~~~~~

“There’s so much I could say to you but I think I’ll hold my tongue.” Elain sang with such emotion. She couldn’t help the tears lining her eyes or the raspiness of her voice, but it added intensity to the vocals. “Cause what’s the point in hanging on when I’d rather be done-”

She’d been putting off this assignment for weeks now, unable to put her thoughts into words. Students had to perform an original song for the class before the end of the semester-needless to say the previous night had given her plenty to think about, and finally the words came flooding out of her. It only took five minutes to write the lyrics, another ten to figure out the chords before she was emailing her professor to ask permission to perform Tuesday in class.

Tuesday afternoon, she gathered Nuala, Cerridwen, and Vassa at the townhouse for an impromptu meeting/practice session.

“My professor loved the song so much he told me I should perform it for the Academy Expo event next weekend.” She beamed at her band mates “I told him I would, as long as I could do it with my band instead of acoustically, since everyone here is also in the Academy’s music programs.”

“Oh my gods, you’re KIDDING” Vassa leapt onto Elain, squeezing her tightly.

“I know. I’m beyond excited, but that means we have a little over a week to learn the song.” She ran a hand over her face. “Let’s get to it”

~~~~~~

Elain had gotten ready for bed, but sleep didn’t find her. There was too much on her mind- her sisters, the song, Greyson showing back up-Azriel.

She really hadn’t known him long, and that first night was….something. Though his first words to her had been about her ass, and he’d scared her so badly she hit her head on the nightstand, they almost instantly clicked.

It all started with pancakes.

—

She finally found out she wasn’t the only person who preferred Nutella instead of syrup. At first she assumed he did it because he was drunk, but then Rhys mentioned him ‘still doing that’.

“Of course I still do this. It’s delicious, which you’d know if you weren’t such a purist and actually gave something other than syrup it a chance.” He had told his brother, pointing at him with a bite of pancake covered in the chocolatey spread on his fork.

Cassian noted the mystified look on Elain’s face as she stared at Azriel. “I know, right. It’s fuckin weird.”

“What’s weird is that I’ve never met another person who prefers their pancakes with Nutella. My sisters used to give me so much shit about it.”

Rhysand rubbed the bridge of his nose while mumbling “Oh fuck. There’s two of them now.” While Azriel pointed his re-loaded fork at Elain “THANK YOU! Finally someone with taste buds!”

—

While, yes, she found him insanely attractive, they also had a ton of things in common, and that 3am breakfast was just the beginning of a fast friendship.. that was steadily evolving into something..different. Elain couldn’t help but wonder if maybe that’s the key to a lasting, honest relationship-being friends first. Having that connection as well as a romantic one, and maybe they both played into the physicality?

Her thoughts drifted to the intimacy she craved-with him.

Her door was closed, she was the only one awake-she allowed the thoughts that entered her mind-and followed to see how far they went. She thought about the feel of his lips-so soft and gentle-such a contrast from his outwardly rough demeanor. She imagined his lips exploring her neck, her chest, followed by his magnificent hands. Pinching and rolling her nipples, teasing her between her legs.

Would he be rough with her? There had always been a part of her that enjoyed being told what to do in bed, a part that enjoyed being controlled and taken, but there was never any give in the past. Her ex never gave her any leeway-no safe words, or motions-and if he did he ignored when they were used. She liked being submissive and reminded how well she’s taking a cock; of how much of a “good girl” she was, but she needed to know that if it ever became too much that there would be an immediate end.

Everything she knew about Azriel screamed that he would respect her. He would never allow himself to take things too far. Something inside of her knew that she would be safe with him, but she was unable to continue. Couldn’t get past that barrier of fear to let herself find release. She groaned in defeat, rolling over to sleep.

#elain x azriel #heavy hearts #elriel fanfic

[the-iron-tipped-quill]

An Introduction: Ivy Adalina

yes another game character I’m playing gets a story shhhh

no content warnings I don’t think

to be tagged: @fruity-skeleton @aliceslimegirlsupreme @spookychan360 @chandeliermichel @steamfunkoo7

Divider credits to samspenandsword and saradika

writing below the cut and please enjoy

Does Mother still fear the darkness?” I asked my sister, the two of us cloaked by the darkness of the alleyway we regularly met up in. 

“She does. Since you left she’s been growing significantly more paranoid. My sister confirmed. 

“What exactly is it that she fears? The people of the dark are quite kind. As long as you manipulate the strings correctly, you are both safe and quite rich.” I said smiling, handing a small pouch over to my sister. “A gift from my last assignment. Store it somewhere safe. Use it when you finally escape Mother.” 

“Thank you. I cannot imagine how much it pains you to see me kept within her web after she cut you out of it. Again, Thank you Brianna.” My sister said, hiding the pouch within the hidden pockets of her skirt. 

“…Anything to get you out of her web. Anything. Damn the Vennerer name. I wish I could get you out of there sooner.” I said pulling her close to me if only for a few seconds.

“Brianna… I… I’m scared. Will I be safe when I leave?” My sister asked me, clinging to me just as desperately as I clung to her. 

“You’ll have my protection, the protection of those indebted to me, and many others. I’ll keep you safe in any way I can.” I reassured her, praying to whatever deities out there that would listen to me for her safety. I heard my sister mumble a prayer for me as well. 

A moment of silence fell between us. I heard the bells of the city toll, marking it was time for us to part. The 7th hour of the night is upon us both, meaning my dear sister needed to return home, and I needed to meet with my next contractor.

“This is where we part, I have a contractor to answer to. See you in a few weeks time. Give Miss Marianne my regards.” I said walking off to go meet the mysterious man who contracted me.

“You must be V, I’ve reserved a private space for us to talk.” The man said, motioning me towards a significantly more out of the way room. I followed hesitantly. My hand rested upon the sword at my side, clinging to the handle of the blade out of caution.

As we both sat face to face, he pulled his hood down, exposing only a simple man. Nothing remarkable about him. 

“I need you to hunt down a man who owes me a debt. It’s been a while since he paid up. I will warn you that he is quite a challenge to track down. You can handle him.” He said casually. 

“As much as I would have loved to learn your name, discuss a few other things before even getting to what you’ve hired me for, I suppose that will not be the case here.” I said, sighing, “Just give me the damned contract.” 

A scroll was placed in front of me, I read it over, it just seemed like a normal contract killing, with a little bit of a hunt for me. I signed the contract, watching the ink stain the parchment as I signed my false name. 

Ivy Adalina. 

“Thank you Miss Adalina. I hope this will be a fun assignment for you. You have exactly the skill set I would love to have as a tool in my arsenal.” The man said.

“As much as I can imagine you’d love my skills as a tool. I really only do contract work. I prefer dictating what I take for a killing.” I said, snatching up the contract and leaving without another word. 

Walking through the city, I found myself stopped in front of a tailor shop. Letting my curiosity get the better of me, I stepped inside, letting my hood fall as I heard the door click shut behind me. An elven lady appeared from a room off to the side of the shop.

“I don’t believe I’ve seen you around my shop before, may I have your name miss?” She asked, her voice kind as she walked over to me. 

“V, and may I have yours in return?” I responded, trying to remember at least a handful of the conversational skills my mother had drilled into me. At least she was useful for something.

“Amia. Take a look around and see if anything here already available catches your eye. If nothing does, I’ll custom make you something!” Amia said, motioning around the shop joyfully. “Call my name if you need me!”  

I smiled in spite of myself, and began to browse what Miss Amia had for sale. Walking around the shop, I found dresses more akin to what Mother would have had me wear before I broke free of her web. Nothing available to me here suited what I wanted. I saw dresses more suited to my sister's tastes. I turned to face the door I saw Amia leave into and walked over to knock on it. 

“Amia, I have a… request for a dress.. shall we say, can I request you to be the one to bring it to life?” I asked, hesitantly waiting for her answer. 

“Depends on how much you’d be willing to pay for it, but I can certainly try! I’ve been working my craft for centuries and there’s no style I cannot make!” Amia said, opening the door and motioning me towards a smaller room, walls covered in huge rolls of fabric, with a small set of needles and threads in the corner. 

“What were you thinking for a dress V?” Amia said cheerfully, pulling out a small page and prepared herself to draw what I had in mind. 

I described the dress I wanted, and watched as Amia started drawing, and after a few minutes, she showed me exactly the dress I had been picturing.

“Would it be something like this?” She asked, smiling as she watched my expression change. 

“Amia, this is exactly what I had been picturing. How in the world did you manage this?”  

“You described it so specifically, I knew almost every single detail of how it should look. 

“Amia, how long will it take you to make, and before all of this, how much do I owe you to make this?” I asked, staring in awe. 

“About a month I think will be needed. I’ll prepare measurements and a price for you soon. Is there a set way I can contact you?” Amia asked me, setting the page down to walk over to me. 

“Send it to the house of Alice Southerly., she will get the message to me.” 

“Miss Southerly? Are you another daughter of hers?”

“Legally yes, by technicality no.” I said, trying my hardest to finish up here.

“I’ll send the request over when it’s finished.” Amia said, motioning me to go.

I returned to Alice’s house, entering it to find a familiar face. The lord of the house, fighting with his kid.

“V! You made it back!” Zane said, dropping their sword and running over to me. 

“I only went out to claim another assignment. Zane, I was going to return anyways. You are aware of this right?”

“Well yeah but-“ They started as their father cut him off.

“Adalina, will you do me a favor and finish this fight for me? I have a meeting to get to.” Nero said, hand on my shoulder. A comforting sensation. I had to force myself not to lean into it. 

I drew my sword, the familiar weight of it in my hand bringing a sense of comfort. 

“In your name sister. In your name. I will win.”

I stood directly across from Zane, sword drawn. The clang of metal was audible as we fought.

“You seem to be holding back V. I’ve seen you fight dad better than this.” 

“Zane. I’m holding back for your sake. Forgive me for not fighting at full strength.” I said, sending my sword directly towards their chest. 

Another sharp clang as they barely blocked it.

“You’ve been improving. Good.”

“I’m getting better?” Zane said, eyes lighting up at the compliment.

“Ivy. Zane. Break it up, we have guests coming over soon.” Alice said, voice echoing loudly around the courtyard.

A loud metal clatter was heard as Zane jumped back a little, sword falling to the ground. 

“Ivy, please change into something more suitable for guests. This applies to you too Zane.”

I walked off, changing for the guests, keeping my head low as I plotted how my next assignment would go.

I headed out that next morning, only my armor, sword and a small pack of clothes, food and gold. 

#the iron quill writes

[mikasimaginairyworld]

The Umbrella Academy: Firecracker - I Heard a Rumour (8/30)

Umbrella Academy Masterlist

warning: blood

word count: 3721

Allison arrived at the cabin when the sky was blue again. She glanced at the file checking the address again and slowly left the car.  Allison carefully hid under the platform that was held up by trunks of wood. In any other context Allison would have found the cabin cute, romantic even. But knowing that a convicted murderer was residing, probably with her sister send shivers down her spine.

Allison peaked through a window and saw Vanya's violin case sitting on a chair. She felt relieved that at least she knew Vanya was there.

Five ripped his eyes open and inhaled deeply. His lungs felt as if they were made out of ash and soot. Coughing slightly he looked around. He was definitely in a lab, connected to a machine. Carefully he removed all possible tubes and needles from his body hissing slightly.

His body felt wrong. Definitely. It was very wrong. Not the way it was before. Five looked around. Somehow everything seemed smaller. As if he were standing on a stool. He looked around again and spotted Nailah. Her head rested on her arms and she still had a pen in her fingers. Clearly she must have fallen asleep working. But why was he at a lab with her. A cold shiver went through his body and Five realised he was naked. He looked around the room and found Diego's black sweats neatly folded next to the pod. He quickly threw them on and quietly made his way to Nailah's sleeping figure.

He gently placed a hand on her arm and she immediately jerked her head up alarmed. 

"Five?", she whispered when their eyes met. With her jaw on the floor she just stared at him for a second.

"Five.", Nailah sighed again getting up from the chair and throwing her arms around him. Five wrapped his arms around her waist instinctively confused why Nailah was hugging him. 

"What's going on, Nailah?", he asked but pressed her against him. He could smell the fruity scent of her shampoo. 

"I thought you were dead. You that you would die.", Nailah finally said letting go of him.

"Do you remember anything?", she asked stepping back.

"Yeah, the commission, coming back here, Leonard's house... but then I don't.", he said.

Nailah nodded clearly relieved: "So at Peabody's house you lost consciousness. We got you here and patched you up. We didn't know if you would survive and how long it would take you to heal."

"So?"

"So we put you in the pod to age you up.", Nailah said quietly. "And it worked."

Five looked at her. "How old am I?",  he asked not knowing what else to say.

"Assuming everything went well? Mentally still 58. Physically you're 18.", Nailah answered holding up a mirror.

Five looked at himself. He was definitely taller he realised with satisfaction. Maybe even taller than Klaus. And definitely taller than Nailah,  who now couldn't annoy him with it. Otherwise he looked pretty much the same. Still pale and scrawny.

"Why only five years?",  he asked examining his hair.

Nailah chuckled: "I just saved your life and aged you up. How about a thank you?"

"Thank you Nailah, my love! However can I repay you this debt? Now can you answer my question?", he said sarcastically.

Nailah sighed: "It would be too dangerous. I can show you the equations. Five years was the maximum I could do without a damage quota of over 23.776%."

Five nodded. It seemed very reasonable. And he was thankful for not having to spend another minute in his 13-year old body.

"Don't worry if you can't blitz right now. The pod wears our powers off but they come back in a bit. For the time you've spend in there you're should come back in at most 1 hour.", Nailah said checking her pod.

"You've got any clothes that could fit me, by chance?", he asked.

"Yeah. My last boyfriend left half his closet here. Come on.", Nailah led Five to her bedroom were she opened the closet and invited him to just chose whatever he wanted.

While Five was changing Nailah's home phone rung.

"That was Klaus. We've got a family situation.", Nailah said grabbing a jacket the left for the Academy.

Luther woke up groaning to Klaus' annoying voice. He looks to the side and spots a lovely woman peacefully sleeping next to him. His eyes widen in shock. He dares to throw a peak under the covers and to his horror he discovers not a  scrap of clothing. His head. jerks towards the door hearing a bell ring.

"Wakey, wakey! Eggs and bakey!", Klaus was singing walking through the house.

"Oh, there's the man! Someone pulled a disappointed act last night. What mischief did you get into?", Klaus chirped when he saw Luther wrapped inches blanket.

"What? I didn't."

"Oh, no? Maybe I should ask her. Hello!", Klaus chuckled at Luther's gasp.

"Come on, don't be so shy, big guy. You needed it! Not a lot of ladies on the moon, I assume. And all that... pressure on your big hairy shoulders...", Klaus chuckled.

"Klaus enough."

"Wait, was this, like your fffff...?", Klaus asked. Luther looked. away with a disappointed and embarrassed expression.

Klaus looked at him proudly: "No way! Whoo! Nailah-baby did you hear?", he shouted towards Nailah's room.

"Unfortunately yes."

"We are not having this discussion.", Luther said with very little authority in his voice.

Klaus began dancing slightly with the bell as Nailah left her room with a bag of cookies.

"Hey, I remember my first... oh no I don't. Hey. Nai, do. you remember your first?", Klaus said zoning out.

Nailah chuckled: "Unfortunately yes. It was so bad."

"Klaus! What do you want?", Luther asked ignoring Nailah completely.

"What, oh yeah. Important family business. Meet us downstairs, okay?  Oh and Luther! No dilly-dallying, alright. Chop-chop.", Klaus warmed and pulled Nailah with him towards the kitchen.

Luther groaned with a terrible hangover as Klaus poured him and the rest some lukewarm coffee. 

​​​​​​​"Jesus. Who do I gotta kill to get a decent cup coffee?", Five said disgusted.

Luther side eyed him. After a second he looked at him again this time taking him really in: "Is Five..?"

"Older? Yeah. Thanks to lovely Nailah here who apparently is the only one capable of doing anything in this household.", Five waved him off.

"Nice to see your manners haven't changed.", Nailah mumbled dipping her cookies into the coffee.

"Anyone seen any of the other? Diego? Allison? Vanya? No? Alright then this is the closest thing to a quorum that we're gonna get.", Klaus began banging the fork on the table. Luther groaned in agony.

​​​​​​​"Now listen up. There's no easy way to say this so I'm just gonna spit it out. Yeah. I conjured dad last night.", he announced. Luther, Five and Nailah looked at him expectantly.

"You said you haven't been able to conjure anyone for years.", Luther reminded.

​​​​​​​"Yes, I know. But now I'm sober. Ta-da!", Klaus made jazz hands to lighten the mood. "I got clean yesterday to talk to someone special,  and ended up having this... conversation with dear old daddy himself."

Luther sighed: "Has anyone got any aspirin?"

"Top shelf, next to the crackers.", Five said while Nailah and Klaus immediately pointed at the place. "You guys really have problems.",  Luther mumbled.

​​​​​​​"Guys, thesis serious, alright? This really happened, I swear!", Klaus assured.

"Okay fine, we'll play. What did the old man have to say?", Five asked.

​​​​​​​"Well, he gave me the usual lecture about my appearance and my failures in life. Yada yada yada. Even the afterlife couldn't soften a harass like dad, am I right? But he did mention something about his murder, or lack thereof, because...  he killed himself.", Klaus announced.

Nailah choked on her coffee:"What?"

"I don't have time for your games, Klaus.", Luther said standing up.

"I'm telling you the truth, Luther!", Klaus assured.

"Why'd he do it, then?", Five asked hitting Nailah's back halfheartedly to help her with her cough attack.

​​​​​​​"He said it was the only way to get us all home again.", Klaus revealed.

"No. Dad wouldn't just kill himself.", Luther protested.

​​​​​​​"Yeah, I'm with Luther on this one. That sick bastard loved life way too much to just throw it away for a bunch of orphans he didn't even like.", Nailah added still not completely recovered from her cough.

​​​​​​​"Yes, but you said it yourself, he was depressed.", Five intercepted.

​​​​​​​"No, There weren't any signs. Suicidal people exhibit certain tendencies, strange behaviours.", Luther tried to explain.

"Like sending someone to the moon for no reason?", Klaus scoffed.

"I swear to God, Klaus, if you're lying.",  Luther threatened.

"I'm not! I swear I'm not.", Klaus assured.

"Master Klaus is correct.", Pogo said suddenly entering the kitchen.

Pogo sighed: ​​​​​​​"Regretfully, I helped Master Hargreeves execute his plan. So did Grace.  It was a difficult choice for both of us. More difficult than you could ever know. Prior to you father's death, Grace's programming was adjusted so that she was incapable of administrating first aid on that fateful night."

"Sick bastard.", Five scoffed.

"So the security tape we saw?", Luther began.

"It was mean to further the murder mystery.", Pogo admitted. Nailah ruffled her hair and let out an exasperated sigh. Luther scoffed. Klaus groaned.

"Your father hoped that being back here, solving it together, would reignite your desire to be a team again.", Pogo finished.

"And to what end?", Five asked. 

"To save the world, of course.", Pogo explained.

"First the mission on the moon and now this.", Luther sighed. "You watched me search for answers and said nothing. Anything else you want to share, Pogo? Any other damn secrets?"

​​​​​​​"Hey, Luther calm down.", Klaus tried to intervene.

​​​​​​​"No, I won't calm down. We've been lied to by the one person in this family we all trusted.", Luther raised his voice.

"It was your father's dying wish, Master Luther. I had no choice.", Pogo resigned.

"There's always choice.", Luther spat at him and left the Academy.

"I gotta think.", Five mumbled and blitzed away.

"So, that's back too. Can't say I've missed it.", Nailah commented looking at the empty chair. 

Klaus just sat there, fixated on a dirty spot on the table. Nailah stood up and grabbed her jacket. 

"I'm gonna go find Diego.", she announced. Before she too left, she grabbed the nearly empty cookie pack  and placed it before Klaus. ​​​​​​​"Treat yourself.", she said patting him on the shoulder.

 

​​​​​​​"I'm not the guy you gotta convince to let you go."​​​​​​​, Beeman told Diego through the bars. Diego grabbed Beeman's shirt in anger.

Beeman sighed and Diego let go.

"You were there, Diego. At the motel. And there's the... contentious history you had.", Beeman said.

"What about your history, huh?", Nailah said from the door. She had slipped through the policemen and managed to keep the door open after Beeman entered Diego's room. She had slipped inside when she heard some other policemen approach.

"Nailah?", Diego asked confused.

"What do you mean my history?", Beeman asked confused.

"Oh, you know. Just your time at the police academy. With a certain Mrs. Harder. She was quiet pretty, I have to admit.", Nailah continued.

Beeman paled and Diego smirked.  

"Good luck, Diego.", he said reaching a hand into the cell. Diego shook his hand and slipped the key from Beeman's sleeve.

​​​​​​​"Miss Hargreeves. I hope I don't have to see you again.", Beeman nodded as he left the room.

Nailah just smiled sweetly at him. As soon as the door closed Diego opened his cell.

"You do realise he was going to do this anyways, right?", Diego asked.

Nailah shrugged: "I know. But this way's way more fun."

Diego chuckled. 

"By the way, we've got a problem. It's about dad.", Nailah said as they punched the ceiling window out.

"Oh yeah? Do tell.", Diego asked folding his hands together into a step for Nailah to reach the hole.

"He killed himself.", she announced slipping through the hole.

Five knocked on Klaus' door. "Hey, get up, we're going.", he announced.

"Where?"

"To save the world."

​​​​​​​"Oh? Is that all? Great.", Klaus complained but got up and got dressed.

​​​​​​​"So, Pogo said dad killed himself to get us all back together, right?", Five said while he waited for Klaus to get dressed.

"So it got me thinking. I had to jump to the future to figure out what happened, but dad, he can't time travel. So how'd the crazy bastard actually know to kill himself a week before the end of the world?", Five asked no one in particular.

"Well, you know..."

"Don't answer, that was purely rhetorical.", Five interrupted Klaus. "Truth is, out whole lives he's been telling us we'd save the world from an impending apocalypse."

​​​​​​​"Yeah, but I always thought he did that to scare us into doing the dishes.", Klaus said putting on his shoes.

"Me too. But what if the old man really knew it was going to happen?", Five asked.

"Yeah, but how?"

"No idea. But the fact remains, his fakatka plan worked. We all came home. We're here we might as well save the world."

"Oh yeah? Just the two of us?", Klaus asked putting on a tie-dyed shirt.

"Well, ideally, no but... gotta work with what I've got.", Five said.

Five and Klaus left the former's room and at this moment Nailah and Diego came running through the hallway.

"Where have you been?", Five asked.

"Jail.", Diego answered. "Him, not me.", Nailah added when Klaus shot her a questioning look.

"Long story, where's Luther?", Diego asked strapping his knife collection to his body.

"Haven't seen him since breakfast.", Five answered looking at Diego confused. 

"Yeah, two days before the world ends, he picks a great time to fall off the grid.", Klaus commented.

"Allison's in danger.", Diego announced. Klaus and Five looked at each other confused.

Diego and Nailah quickly filled them in and Klaus assumed he knew where Luther was. Before they left the house, Nailah insisted they run by the saloon where she grabbed her staff from the weapons cabinet.

"I've missed you.", she said caressing it gently before she let it clip into a small, portable handle.

"You've got a weird sentiment with that stick.", Five commented as Nailah put the staff into her pocket. 

Nailah scoffed: ​​​​​​​"I've aged you up, show some respect."

"You're not gonna stop holding that above me are you?", Five sighed.

Nailah grinned evily: "Even if it's only two days, you're not gonna hear the end of it."

"Great."​​​​​​​,  Five mumbled.

"Look. Trying a little hair of the dog, are we?", Klaus said pointing at lonely Luther as they walked into. a bar.

"Leave me alone.", Luther grunted.

Diego sat next to him sighing heavily: "Give us a minute."

Nailah, Klaus and Five leaned on the table next to them, listening carefully to what Diego was about to say. "Come on, maybe they'll brood each other to death.", Klaus commented.

"Look, dad  was wrong to lie to you, to all of us.", Diego began.

"Look, I did my time, okay? Four years up there, watching and waiting because he said the world needed me. Four years of nothing but soy paste and processed air because I was naive enough to believe that dads don't lie to their kids. But guess what? The joke's on me.", Luther interrupted sipping his cheap beer.

Diego looked towards his sibling who just looked back expectantly.

"I'm done. With all of it. With him. With you. With this family. You wanna save the world? You go right ahead. I'm fine to sit here and finish my beer and... get my buzz on.", Luther finished. Nailah's lips jerked upwards at Klaus pointing at his imaginary wrist.

"You want to turn your back on me, the guys, Nailah, that's fine. But Allison deserves better than that.", Diego said gathering his stuff.

Luther's head twisted towards Diego: "Allison? What are you talking about?"

"Well, we got ahold of Harold Jenkins' police file. Turns out Vanya's boyfriend is a convicted murderer. Who would've seen that one coming? A little hard to trust anybody who wears a corduroy.", Diego commented lazily.

"So, where's Allison now?", Luther asked carefully.

"She decided to go after Harold Jenkins. Alone.", Diego said.

"You should've led with that! Jesus Christ!", Luther shouted immediately getting up and running out of the bar,  knocking chairs and tables around in the process.

Nailah covered her head instinctively giggling at her brother: ​​​​​​​"I really hope I'll find someone who'll knock a whole bar down for me, too."

Allison was pissed. Not only did she not know why Leonard, or better Harold, pay this dude to beat him and Vanya up, no. She was now. stuck in a very weird storm in front of Jenkins' cabin, having no idea what to do. The wind was howling mercilessly. 

As Allison entered the cabin she spotted Vanya playing her violin.

"Vanya? There you are. What's going on?", she asked relieved to see her sister unharmed.

​​​​​​​"What are you doing here?", Vanya asked.

"I came to find you. Are you okay?", Allison asked scanning Vanya's small figure looking for any sign of injury.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Allison sighed: ​​​​​​​"There's something weird going on. What's causing it?"

"Me."

"What do you mean 'we'?", Allison asked approaching Vanya.

​​​​​​​"I mean... I made those things happen. With my powers. Turns out I've had them all this time. It's weird, huh?"

Allison gasped lightly: "It... it's incredible."

"But?", Vanya asked, sensing Allison wasn't saying everything that was on her mind.

"Leonard Peabody? His real name is Harold Jenkins. Remember when I couldn't find anything on him at the library?  It's because Leonard Peabody doesn't exist. Harold Jenkins does. He was in prison for 12 years. He murdered his father when he was 13.", Allison explained.

"This... is insane. His dad was an engineer at the-", Vanya sighed.

​​​​​​​"I have the police report in the car, Vanya. I can show you.", Allison interrupted.

​​​​​​​"I... I don't understand.", Vanya whimpered confused.

"Leonard, Harold, I know it doesn't make any sense, and I know it sounds crazy but we were at his house. He pas pictures of all of us with. out eyes gouged out. I promise I will tell you everything in the car but it is not safe.", Allison tried to pull Vanya with her.

"No, stop.", Vanya sighed clearly overwhelmed and sat down.

Allison kneeled before her: "Look. I can't imagine how hard it is for you to hear this, how you feel right now, but I love you and I just wanna be here for you as your sister."

"There's just no way. I love him. This just doesn't make any sense.", Vanya mumbled. "And this power, I... I don't know what's going on. I don't know what to do."

"I understand now.", Allison sighed as if to herself. She looked into Vanya's eyes that were full of pain and confusion. And she told her everything.

Allison told Vanya how she had rumoured her many, many times because of Reginald's wishes, making her forget about her powers.

"You did this to me?", Vanya stammered.

"I... I didn't realise."

"You knew this while time? That I had powers?", Vanya screamed.

"No! No, I didn't! I didn't realise. Not until today, not until I saw it!", Allison explained.

"Well, now it all makes sense. This is why you never wanted me around."

"What? No!", Allison protested.

​​​​​​​"You couldn't risk me threatening you place at the house, your dominance.", Vanya shouted tearing up.

"That is not true!"

"You couldn't handle the fact that dad might find me special."

"You ate special. With or without powers!"

"Don't say that!", tears rolled down Vanya's cheeks.

"We have a chance to start over...", Allison tried again.

​​​​​​​"You destroyed my life!"

"Oh, please, Vanya. Everything is out on the open. We can move on now!"

Vanya chuckled dryly: "Oh, I'm moving on. But not with you, with Leonard."

"With Harold, you mean."

"With Leonard! The only person who has ever loved me for me."

Allison just laughed sadly.

​​​​​​​"Look me in the eye and tell me you are not threatened right now.", Vanya demanded now completely calm. Allison looked around the cabin. Everything started to move and resonance. 

"I don't wanna argue with you.", she said.

"Then go!", Vanya shouted.

​​​​​​​"I'm only trying to help you.", Allison assured.

"I don't want you help!", Vanya screamed back making the glass of the lamp shatter.

"Vanya, I love you."

"Stop saying that!"

"Please don't make me do this.", Allison whispered. Vanya just kept looking at her as if in a terrifying trance.

"I heard a rumour...", Allison gasped with tears in her eyes.

Vanya's eyes whitened. She took a swing as if to punch Allison. In the last moment her violin bow appeared in her hand.

Vanya slashed Allison's throat.

"Can you go any faster?", Luther asked Five.

​​​​​​​"Ask me again and I'll have Nailah burn your fur.", Five answered coldly.

They arrived at the cabin deep into the night. Streaming inside they heard Luther scream Allison's name. Rushing inside they spotted a pool of blood pouring out of Allison's throat.

"We'll fucking kill him.", Nailah whispered, a sparkle burning up her eyes.

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