#BUT HERE YA GO THIS IS GARBAGE BUT HE'S A GARBAGE BOY SO IT'S OKAY!!!

[rustyironskillet]

Day 12: Time Travel

“Sooooo Phantom, do ya have any siblings?” Kid Flash asked as he tried to make small talk with the newest recruit to the team.

A few days ago, Young Justice was called to a meeting by Batman where he introduced their new team mate, Phantom. Phantom was a tough looking dude, he was jacked and towered over them all, even Conner!

Batman didn’t give them much information about the guy but apparently John Constentine was the one who suggested him for the team since he needed “community service hours”.

The dude was currently drinking some soda next to the computer as Red Robin searched for any new info on their latest mission. He turned his attention away from the can, and stared at Wally, his red eyes piercing into his soul.

“Why?” 

“Well we are all about to go on a mission together and none of us really know you so I think it’d be best if we all got to know you better,” that was half true. Mostly Wally was just being nosey, but the dude really did make everyone nervous since he was this really tough dude with blood red eyes and apparently was here because John Constentine said he needed community service hours???? Constentine typically say some wild shit, but what the fuck do you mean by community service? Wally knows you can’t use those for school, he’s tried, and what else gave you community service? Juvie and prison!!

Phantom stared at him hard for a few seconds, his eyes searing into the back of Wally’s skull before saying, “Okay fine”.

The answer surprised everyone in the room, I mean the guy had barely even spoken the last few days and had rejected every question about his personal life.

“Depending on how you see it, I have 2 to 4 siblings”

“Is your father a serial adopter too?” Tim joked.

“Yes and no”

“Huh?” 

“It’s pretty complicated,” Phantom shrugged, seemingly deciding to end the conversation there and taking another swig of his drink.

However, Tim, out of annoyances of every attempt to get to know this jerk being thwarted and a bit of confidence his family was more complicated, decided to challenge Phantom’s statement.

“Ehh, it probably isn’t as complicated as my family, we got about 50 more siblings adopted each month, all with lots much trauma”

At this, Phantom narrowed his eyes at Tim.

“I see what your doing, your trying to get me to talk tell you guy more about my family by acting like yours are more insane”

“Am I?” Tim asked, trying to hide the shivers going down his spine from the way Phantom was staring at him.

Phantom to a huge swig of his soda, emptying it and throwing it into the garbage, before fully turning to Tim.  

“You’re lucky I am always good for competitions, now sit down this is going to take a bit”

Tim gladly obliged and soon everyone sat around Phantom as if it were storytime in kindergarten.

“Okay, so at first I only had an older sister and my parents” Phantom began, “but then they died because of a mistake I made and I had to move in with my evil godfather”

Megan raised her hand and asked, “Isn’t a godfather someone who is very close to the family? Why would your parents choose an evil person?”

“‘Cause my dad was oblivious to this and though they were good friends even though the dudes tried to kill him multiple times”

“I see,” Megan lowered her hand, no less confused.

“There I went mad with grief and had him remove my humanity and tried to kill all of humanity”

“I think that was a bit of an overreaction,” Wally joked.

“You tried to kill all of humanity? Why weren’t we told of this when it happened?” Kaldur'ahm asked.

“That was in a different timeline, I was a big enough problem that they gods tried to kill the younger version of me to stop me, so to avoid dying, my younger version decide to try to defeat me and the only reason he did was cause I was underestimating him,” Phantom emphasized the last part because he had to stress he didn’t not lose to a 15 year old boy because he was weaker than him.

“What happened next?,” Artemis asked, completely inraptured in the story.

“I was then imprisoned for sometime before escaping, causing problems and then realizing that causing younger mean the same pain I experienced won't bring my loved ones back,” Phantom continued to explain, “so I am now going to therapy, doing community service, and got the majority of my powers taken away”.

“Is your therapist open to seeing new patients?” Konner asked.

“No, but this timelines version of my sister is and she has a lot of experience so I can give you her number instead”

“Sure, that’ll work”

“Okay,” Phantom said before writing her number down and handing it to Konner, “The thing is I can’t go back to living with my real parents because they don’t know that I am Phantom so I have to go back to living this timelines version of my godfather”

“You gotta be kidding me” Tim groans.

“Exactly what I said!!” Phantom put his arm up defensively, “Fortunately, this version is a little better, he is no longer tiring to kill my dad and has stopped chasing after my mom, he did clone the other of me and now there is a genderbent version of him but my godfather treats her like a princess and will not stop spoiling her, which I am also guilty of”

Phantoms continues to explain more and in the back of Tim's mind he remembers he was supposed to be doing something but honestly this conversation was too good to care.

“Anyways that's how I technically have 2 to 4 siblings, Jazz and Elle are permanently my sisters and I love them so much, and even though the other Jazz is technically the same as this Jazz, I still think of her as someone else, someone I miss dearly. Also if I considered this Jazz my sister, I guess I’d have to considered the other me as my brother”

“Damn bitch your family is crazy” Wally said, happy he finally managed to get through Phantom’s tough skin.

As they finished up their storytime, the Zeta-tubes activated and Red Tornado and an upset looking Batman walked to the group.

“You all were supposed to leave thirty minutes ago”

[berylcups]

Heya. Can I ask for La Squadra with a shy reader that hides from everyone on their daily basis? Like in the closet, or under the table. Just weird and various places to avoid talking with anyone, so it's really hard to even find them (could be an effect of a Stand).

Thank you 🤭

Hey there! So sorry for the long wait! I hope it’s worth your while! I had a lot of fun coming up with a bunch of bizarre scenarios for each character 😄

La Squadra X Reader that hides and is shy

(Cue Man in The Box -Alice in Chains) 😄

CW: melone being melone, alcohol

Notes: Sorry for the delay everyone! I hope you all enjoy! 💜 Beryl

Y/N was a little unusual…but who in the hitman team wasn’t a little weird? Y/N was very shy, they liked to hide in the strangest of places and tended to have moments where they couldn’t speak…or just refused to speak. It was hard to tell. The team somehow just coped with their odd behavior because out of all the team quirks theirs was the most tolerable! Unfortunately for Y/N, they were needed often by their team for various reasons…

Risotto

“We’re going to have a meeting in 30 minutes. The boss sent in a new hit and I want everyone in here by that time” he announced to the room scanning his eyes around for a head count. As usual, you weren’t there. “And that includes Y/N.” He said it loud enough for you to hear.

He knew you were in the room but he didn’t know where. With your stealthiness and way of contorting your body you could be ANYWHERE.

He could feel a sense of excess iron in kitchen… he look around and—nothing. He would have to start checking the drawers and cabinets again. He checked and checked… until he looked up on top of the fridge.

“Ah, Y/N. There you are. Just in time.” Risotto said, relieved while holding back a snicker. “Come on down now. It’s time. I promise it won’t last long.”

“…” you were curled up with hands on your knees and you tilted your head at him. “..?”

“We are not going to argue over this. It’s time to come down.” He sighed.

You shook your head no.

“I will make sure nobody makes eye contact with you if you come down. And you will get the couch to yourself.”

You finally hopped off the fridge and sat in his chair. Everyone felt awkward and averted eye contact.

“Okay as I was saying…” he began.

Formaggio

Drinking a bunch with the guys gives Maggio the munchies. He was looking through the pantry and moving snacks around only to make eye contact with you.

“Woah! Oh…hey Y/N! Uh…didn’t see you there!” He felt his soul almost leave his body when he saw you. He should of known you’d be in a strange place, you been a gang member forever it feels like!

“*munch munch* …” you just stared at him while eating potato chips.

“Are those the BBQ flavored chips?” He asked.

You nodded your head yes.

“Can I have some?” He asked.

You gave him the bag only leaving him with crumbs.

“Aw come on Y/N. You could have just said no. I don't want no damn crumbs!” He whined.

You pointed at the garbage can and he looked over towards where you were pointing.

“You just gave me your garbage to throw away?! Unbelievable! You’re lucky you are cute Y/N or else I have some choice words for you!” He groaned.

“I’m taking these snack cakes.” He swiped the snack cakes above you, making you frown.

Illuso

You were hiding in the closet today. The guys were getting rowdy and drunk and you didn’t want NONE of that. So you were playing a game boy with a flash light so you could see the screen. You felt a bright burst of light sting your eyes making you hiss.

“Found you~.” Illuso said smugly. “Well I wasn’t looking for ya but finding you is like finding where’s Waldo so I’m pretty lucky today!”

You hissed at him again.

“When oh when are you going to be brave and just come out of the closet already???But no seriously. Jokes aside, I need my jacket.” He said reaching his arm in.

You slapped it away.

“Hey! Let me have my fucking jacket!” He barked and reached for it again.

You slapped his hand harder this time.

“Ow! What the hell?!” He rubbed his hand. “Hey Prosciutto! Y/N won’t give me my damn jacket !” He yelled.

“Well then go without it!” You heard a voice yell from downstairs.

Pesci

Pesci insisted on having a massive fish tank to liven up the base. But nobody wanted to deal with all the exotic fish and feed them daily so it was up to him. If he was lucky maybe just MAYBE Risotto or Sorbet would feed them, but that was about the extent of the care given to these poor fish.

He went to grab the supplies under the fish tank to clean it by opening the drawers to where the cleaning solution was located only to be met with you curled up under the fish tank calmly listening to the aquatic sounds.

“Eeek! Y/N!” His heart almost jumped out of his chest. “ how did you get in there?!”

You simply responded with a yawn.

“D-Don’t tell me you were planning on taking a nap in there?!” He stuttered. He knew you were a little strange, he didn’t judge but that’s no place to nap!

You just rubbed your eyes and made a soft whining noise.

“Ok I’m sorry-I’ll leave you alone. I’ll clean the tank in a few hours when you are done. But can you hand me the fish food?” He asked politely.

You gave him the fish food and turned your back to him and continued with your nap.

“Thank you Y/N.” He whispered and closed the door.

Prosciutto

Prosciutto needed a drink after a long day and went toward the bar to look for his favorite liquor. …it’s missing.

“Which one of you assholes took my shit?” He angrily mumbled as he exhaled his cigarette smoke.

“*cough* *cough*” he heard a noise under the bars’ bottom cabinet.

“I caught you!” He quickly opened the drawers revealing a tipsy you drinking straight from the bottle.

He scrunched his nose in annoyance and quickly snatched it out of your hand.

“Do you realize how much this stuff costs??? More than you can afford clearly.” He sneered.

You hiccuped and gave him the finger, clearly not caring about what he has to say.

“Eugh! How dare you!” He clutched his invisible pearls. “I’m letting risotto know about this!”

“I already know…if it makes you feel any better Y/N taste tested all the liquor we had and is probably going to get the worst hangover of their life.” Risotto said overhearing the conversation.

Melone

You were texting and hiding behind the curtains. It was a nice rainy day out and you wanted to be close to the rain drops but not get wet.

“Hmm… it’s so dark in here. We could use some natural light.” Melone mumbled to himself.

Before he drew the curtain he saw a pair of feet and tried not to snicker. He always thought of you like an aloof house cat.

He went to grab the curtain string and you quickly took a death grip on his hand.

“Ow ow ow - Y/N let gooooo~” he whined in pain. He never knew you could squeeze that hard! But…he shouldn’t be too surprised with you being a hitman and all… you need good hands to strangle with.

“I’ll leave you alone! I’ll just use the shitty lamp instead.” He sighed rubbing his wrist.

“You know those hands could probably give a very goo-“ he got cut off by getting a Nokia phone thrown at his head. You weren’t letting him finish that cursed thought.

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio was brushing his teeth. His eye felt a little blurry after waking up. He’s a little grumpy since he overslept and somehow slept an hour through his alarm.

“This is bullshit…” he muttered while brushing. You couldn’t understand a single word he was saying through a mouth full of toothpaste and an electric toothbrush being noisy.

He hasn’t noticed yet but you were hanging out in the air conditioning duct. Your eyes were peeping through the vent. Why were you watching him in the bathroom? That’s a good question… you planned on snaking your way back to your room because you didn’t want to be seen. You just needed to wait for him to leave so you could jump out of the air vent and get to your room right next to the communal bathroom.

One of the screws were loose (and probably a few in your head are loose too but we don’t worry about that) and dropped on to his head making him jump.

“What the fuck was that?!” He quickly scans the bathroom…nothing.

“My head is messing with me again..”he grumbled as he spat out his mouth wash.

Another screw fell landing in front of him this time.

“A screw..?” He looked from where it landed it up to the ceiling to air duct to see… two round eyes peering down at him.

“Gesù Cristo!!!” He screeched at the top of his lungs. You never heard his voice crack that hard.

The panel became unstable and you fell through the air duct. You cringed in pain from the short fall.

“Y/N what the fuck?! Why were you watching me?! No—screw that. Why were you in the damn vent?!”

“…”

“You didn’t want to talk to anyone so you decided to go through the air duct to get to your room and you were waiting for me to leave?!”

You nodded your head yes.

“You dumbass! What if I was shitting?! I can’t get no privacy in this damn place! Nobody has any respect I swear to —“ he ranted on and on. You got up and dusted yourself off ignoring him and walked out going to your room.

Finally. All alone now. 😌

[munson-blurbs]

Living After Midnight (Failed Rockstar!Eddie x Motel Worker!Reader) ♫Flip Flopped Edition♫

♫ Summary: What if Eddie and Heiress met well before the events of Living After Midnight? Or, seven-year-old Eddie accompanies Wayne on a trip to New York, where he encounters a special little girl. (1.6k words)

♫ CW: mentions of parental neglect, drinking, poverty

♫ A/N: Part of the Flip Flopped event! Be sure to participate and/or support those participating!

♫ Divider credit to @hellfire--cult ♫ Young Eddie credit to @/fefemunson on Twitter

March 1973

Frantic knocking at 2 AM could only mean one thing: trouble. 

Wayne Munson wiped sleep from his eyes, stretching his legs with a groan. The knocking became louder, accompanied by an all-too familiar bark. 

“Wayne, I know you’re home! Open the damn door!”

Al’s words slurred together, the pounding continuing over it.

“Christ Almighty.” Wayne shoved his feet into worn slippers, the soles scuffed down to nearly nothing. He yanked the door open, unable to mask his anger at this early hour. “What the hell do you–” 

He stopped short, gaze dropping down to the little boy at his brother’s side. Seven-year-old Eddie was just as tired as Wayne; his eyelids drooped and he swayed back-and-forth on the trailer’s steps as his body fought sleep. His pajamas were two sizes too small, and Wayne could only guess that no one had bought Eddie new ones since Elizabeth died. Nor did he miss the child’s bare feet, certainly freezing in the chilly night.

Wayne tried to keep his voice even as he spoke again. “What’re you two doing here?”

Al’s chuckle held more venom than a snake bite, and Wayne grimaced as his brother said, “I got a few errands to take care of. Need you to watch the kid.” Translation: we got evicted again, none of my friends will take me in with Eddie in tow because he’s a liability, and I’d rather get high with them than spend time with my son.

“How long’re these errands gonna take? They’ve got me driving out to New York in a coupla hours.” Wayne only had a few years left until he was too old for trucking and the plant would stick him with factory work, and though he wouldn’t miss the long days and nights on the road, he’d certainly miss the higher salary.

When Al shrugged, Wayne knew any further questioning would be useless. He looked between his brother and his nephew, then at the clock on the wall. He’d need an extra cup of coffee or three if he was going to survive this ordeal. “Yeah, I’ve got him.” He scooped Eddie into his arms, the boy’s gangly limbs going limp as he finally gave into exhaustion. “I’m gonna be gone for three days at least.”

Al said nothing in response, tossing a black garbage bag into the trailer. “That’s all his clothes. Gotta be washed. I’ll be back.”

Then he was gone, leaving Wayne with Eddie in his arms.

“All right, kid,” Wayne murmured, though Eddie slept too deeply to hear him, “we’re gonna get a little bit of shuteye and then we’ll hit the road.” 

He carried Eddie into the bedroom and laid him down on the mattress, resting his curly-mopped head on the pillow. Wayne’s fingers snagged on a knot as he combed them through the boy’s hair, and Eddie woke up with a start. Worry flashed across his pallid face as he failed to recognize his surroundings. 

“You’re okay,” Wayne reassured him. “You’re with me now, alright? Uncle Wayne’s got ya.”

Eddie nodded and fell back to sleep, tucking his legs to his chest protectively. 

Wayne watched him, listening for the tiny nose-whistle that came with each sleepy breath. He stood up, careful not to let the creaking mattress wake his nephew, and padded out to the living room. The couch would serve as his bed until Al returned—if that ever happened. 

Eddie didn’t say much of anything for the first three hours of their twelve-hour ride. An hour in, he said he was hungry, so Wayne pulled into the nearest twenty-four hour rest stop and ordered a burger and fries. The paper bag was transparent with grease, but Eddie gobbled down the fast food like it was a delicacy. 

Wayne didn’t ask how long it had been since he’d eaten. He didn’t think he could handle the answer. 

“Uncle Wayne?”

The sound of Eddie’s voice caught the older man off-guard. 

“Yeah?”

“How come my dad doesn’t work with you anymore?”

Because he showed up plastered no less than five times and got canned, Wayne thought bitterly. After Al showed up in Hawkins without a penny to his name, Wayne set him up with a job at the plant. He knew his brother would let him down, but part of him had hoped that he’d changed. 

He fought to keep a neutral face now as he answered Eddie’s question. 

“Wasn’t a good fit.”

Eddie nodded, smart enough to know that it wasn’t the full truth and wise enough to not pursue it further. 

Wayne cleared his throat. “‘S gonna be a long ride,” he said, “so you let me know if you needa pee or somethin’. Don’t be waitin’ till the last second.”

The sun rose higher and higher, but the conversation stilled. At a few points during the ride, Wayne forgot that Eddie was seated next to him. 

Around hour five, Eddie spoke again. 

“Can we listen to music?”

Wayne nodded, leaning over to flick on the radio. Static poured in, both Munsons wincing at the irritating noise. Finally, a crisp song trilled from the speakers. 

Be so, they'll be so lonely, baby  They get so lonely  They're so lonely, they could die

“This good?” Wayne grinned when Eddie nodded. He sat back in his seat, adjusting the brim of his cap. “Your mama liked Elvis, too.”

One corner of Eddie’s mouth turned up in a sad smile at the mention of his mom, but he didn’t say anything. Didn’t even mention whether he’d heard the song before. 

There were few times in his life that Wayne felt obligated to fill a silence, but this was one of them. “Music’s a powerful thing, y’know. Heals the broken parts of us.”

Eddie scrunched up his nose. “How?”

“Beats me. But all I know is that when I need a pick-me-up, nothin’ works better than my favorite song.” Wayne took his eyes off of the road for a second to look at his nephew. “You got a favorite song?”

“Mmm…this one.” Eddie gestured to the speakers. He was so tired that he may have given the same response to a commercial jingle, but there was no denying the subtle tap-tap-tap of his forefinger against his window, keeping time with the beat. 

“Yeah?” Wayne grinned. “Well, let’s turn it up, then.”

Both Eddie and Wayne were thoroughly exhausted when they finally arrived in New York. Traffic was inevitable, especially once they crossed into New Jersey. Despite a multitude of stops to stretch, Wayne still felt soreness panging in his back and neck after unloading the machinery at a factory in Queens.

Sighing, he glanced at his watch: just after seven P.M. If he was traveling solo, he’d rest for a few minutes in a truckstop parking lot, but Eddie needed a bed. The poor kid had been schlepped around enough with his deadbeat father; he deserved a comfortable place to lay his head.

Wayne remembered seeing a small motel just down the road, the vacancy light burning bright. He looked at his nephew and shifted the truck into ‘drive.’ Spending a couple of bucks that he didn’t have would be worth it if it meant Eddie got a good night’s rest.

Eddie stood beside Wayne as he shelled out the crumpled dollar bills to the man behind the desk. 

“Just the one night?”

“Yup,” Wayne said. “Got anything with two beds?”

The man nodded, plucking a key from the top row. “It’ll be room four. Straight down the hall and on the–oof.” He winced and glanced down. “Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for bed, young lady?”

“I did!” A tiny voice chirped. “Just wanted to say good night.” A young girl, right around Eddie’s age, peeked around the corner. Her eyes widened when she saw another child standing before her. “Hi! What’s your name?”

Eddie blinked a few times, registering that she was talking to him. “Um, I’m Eddie.”

The girl beamed and twirled around, the edges of her yellow nightgown billowing outwards. “Do you wanna be my friend?” She didn’t wait for him to answer before plunging ahead. “My mommy’s gonna read me a story. You should listen to it with me!” 

She laced her fingers with Eddie’s, tugging him along to her room. “It’s about a boy who doesn’t wanna go to sleep, so he imagines a world full of monsters. But not really scary ones. Fun ones. They’re called ‘wild things…’” The sound of her voice tapered off as they turned the corner.

The man behind the desk looked at Wayne and laughed kindly. “Looks like our kids hit it off.”

Our kids. Wayne didn’t want to correct him, and not only because he couldn’t think of an easy explanation for his nephew accompanying him on this trip. “Eddie could use a friend,” he said instead, offering the man a smile in return.

 “Maybe they could be pen pals or something.”

“Yeah.” Wayne nodded, clutching the key in his hand. “Maybe.”

He walked down the hall, passing his room, until he heard the little girl talking again.

“See? I told you the monsters were fun!”

And then, beautifully, a laugh. Eddie’s laugh. Genuine and filled with all of the joy that a young boy should have.

Wayne made a mental note to ask the girl’s mom for the title of the book, vowing to check it out of the Hawkins Public Library as soon as he and Eddie returned home.

In a world where people like the little girl existed, people who had some premonition of those in need of friendship and then doused them in love, Eddie might just be okay after all.

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[aesthetic-bbyg]

hey, can i request a tom x puerto rican female reader? Kinda similar to the chola one but it's in new york instead of la🤭omgggg. It can be any era idm sjensjsj

AY, BENDITO ~ TOM K.

Tom Kaulitz x reader

In which a determined Tom won’t stop till you accept his offer to take you out.

Nattie speaks: Yayayaya!! Im excited to write this bc I literally love Puerto Ricans sm like y’all are real ones ong🙏. Keep the request coming in bc I def wanna start writing more on here!

YOU NEARLY GROANED AS you saw the boy approach, your friend, Daniela, giggled from beside you just watching in amusement. Nearly everyday, Tom Kaulitz managed to find you and ask you the same question.

“You free tonight?” His German accent so alluring yet you knew you couldn’t, and you wouldn’t. Yes, you will admit that Tom was a very attractive boy, you liked him a lot, but you also knew the type of person he was. It seemed as though every girl you talked to had at least one interaction with the Kaulitz boy that ended in sex. “Come on, just one date and it’ll be worth it.”

You glared, turning back to the line and waiting for your lime flavored piragua, choosing to ignore him. You weren’t sure why he decided that picking you as the main victim of his pestering was good idea but each day it annoyed you more. There we’re even some where you nearly gave in and excepted his offer but ultimately walked away before the words could leave your mouth. Was the piragua guy purposely taking long to shave the ice or was it just you? The mix between the heat of New York and Tom’s blabbing in your ear made the tone feel slow.

“Enough!” You snapped, turning to face the boy who was listing off reasons as to why taking you to Señor Guzman’s pizza place would be the perfect first date for the two of you. “I already told you that I’m not interested in going out with you.”

You could hear your friend snickering beside you, “Ay bendito.” She was just observing and sipping the cool cherry flavored syrup from her cup. (Poor boy)

Tom only smirked, adjusting his hat and backing away with his hands up in defense. “Okay, okay, I hear you, I will come back tomorrow.”

You sighed heavily as he walked away, “Don’t come back at all!” You yelled, but he didn’t turn around or do anything to acknowledge your words, based on his past actions you knew he would be back.

“Aquí está.” The tan man gave you the piragua in a small plastic cup, the shaved ice soaked in a lime-flavored syrup. Your demeanor immediately changed, a frustrated scowl turning into a soft grin with just one sip. You dig through your shorts, handing some bills before walking off. (Here you go)

“At this point, it’d be better to accept his date then reject it, Amiga.” Daniela spoke up, giving you a knowing look as she shoved some of the ice in her mouth, letting it melt on her tongue.

“No quiero, Dani, to give him the satisfaction of taking out another girl would be like hell to me.” You argued back, “He just doesn’t take a hint, and everyday he comes and bothers me about something.” (I don’t want to)

“If you really about it.” Daniela began making you roll your eyes. “I’m starting to think that he really likes you and isn’t just playing around to get in your pants.”

You turned to her with furrowed brows, “What do you mean, it Tom fucking Kaulitz, of course he’s gon’ something involving.”

“When’s the last time you heard of him hooking up with someone?” Daniela asked, watching a a you shrugged your shoulders. “Exactly, and don’t you think that it’s strange how Tom is constantly flirting with you, only you.”

“I think it’s very strange, and annoying, ya me tiene esta los cielos, Dani.” You huffed, stopping as you arrived in front of her apartment building. (he has me up to the sky)

“Just take a moment and think, he totally got a thing for you because he’s putting in actual effort, not just shooting out some lame pick up lines.” Your friend tossed her cup into a nearby garbage bin before climbing up the steps. “He likes you, and I know you like him.”

You processed her words as you made it back to your own home, the refreshing snack cleared up your mind from its previous annoyed state. It made you frustrated, how could it be that a player was suddenly wanting to get with you of all people. For as long as you could remember, Tom would always flirt with you, it gave you a string of hope before he ended up in another girls room that same day. If the reason why you became so cold, more brutal with your rejections then before.

Walking into the house, your auntie and mom were in the kitchen, they could already sense the annoyance radiating off you. “Nena, que tú tiene?” Your auntie questioned, raising her thinly drawn eyebrow at you. “And don’t bullshit me.” (Girl, what is wrong?)

“María!” Your mother scolded towards her sister, “Don’t be using those groserías in front of my daughter.” You walked into the kitchen, jumping onto the counter as you watched your mother cut up some chicken. (Bad words)

“You know Tom K, el aleman te la esquina?” You began, getting the attention of both of the woman. (The German from the corner)

“El que tiene un hermano emo?” You auntie asked, placing a hand on her hip. (the one that has an emo brother?)

“Titi.” You warned as she threw her hands up in defense, “Bueno, pues, he’s been asking me out for the past five months.”

Your mother let out a dramatic gasp, stopping her motions and looking at you, “Cinco meses? Y qué carajo todavía haces aquí?” (five months? And what the hell are you still doing here?)

You groaned, throwing your head back, “No salir con el, mama, he’s a player, I’ve been sayin’ no each time.” Your tía grinned, clapping your hands. (I don’t want to go out with him)

“Mira, no mas!” She squealed, shaking your shoulders proudly, “Mi nenita ya tiene todo los hombres a sus pies.” (Well, well, my little girl already had all the men at her feet)

“Ay, no titi, no quiero salir con el, qué pasa si no mas me trata como otra.” You frowned, feeling your mom place a comforting hand on your shoulder. (I don’t want to go out with him, what happens if he just treats my like any other?)

“If he does anything.” She threateningly raised the knife that she was chopping up vegetables with. “You just come to me.”

“Mhmm.” You tía hummed in agreement, “Just gimme that address and you won’t have to worry about it.” Her serious face was then replaced by a bright smile. “Pero, you should totally go out with him.” (But)

“Dani was sayin something about how he might be interested since he’s been trying to hard, and just earlier when I was getting Piragua from Señor Rodríguez he came up to me.” The two woman listened intently, “He asked me out again and I said no, and when he said he’ll come back tomorrow I said he should never.”

The woman in front of you winced, “Ay, bendito.” They said in unison, making your frown even deeper. Maybe you were too harsh. (Poor boy)

“But since he’s so adamant on me, saying yes then he probably does have some interest. Well, that’s what Dani thinks.”

“Mira, nena.” Your tía placed her tan hands on your shoulders, “Back in my day, yo traía todos los hombres, tu mama era una virgencita.” (Listen, girl. I had all the men, your mom was a virgen)

“Ey!” Your mother slapped your tias arm angrily, making your scrunch your face up. “I was just waiting to find the right hombre.” (Man)

“Pero esperaste unos mil años.” The woman turned back to you, “As I was sayin’, no matter how much a man tried to be all playa’ by sleeping around with women and shit, the thing that’s gonna touch his heart is when a woman cares. So the next time he comes up to you and ask you out, you say yes when you go on your first date, show him that you’re interested.” (But you waited some thousand years)

You sighed heavily, “I’m nervous.”

“Why? Because you’ve been crushing on him since you were a kid?” Your mother questioned, tossing all the ingredients she’d been cutting up into a boiling pot of water. You eyes widened, mouth opening to say something before shutting itself up. “No crees que no te visto, te gusta, and I know it.” (Don’t think I haven’t seen you, you like him)

You hop of the counter and head into your room, you pick up the small phone that was sitting on your bed, clicking in Daniela’s phone number. In just a few rings the girl picked up with her usual chirpy voice. “Wassup, Amiga?”

“Dani, I’m gonna say yes the next time Tom asks me out.” You spit out quickly, not wasting a second to pause in between words. It was nearly inaudible but Dani still registered every syllable instantly.

“No way!” She squealed, “No me chingas amiga!” (Don’t fuck with me, bestie!)

“I’m bein’ for real.” You smiled slightly at her excitement, fiddling with the gold necklace nervously. “The next time he comes up to me, I’ll say yes.”

“WHERE THE HELL IS HE?” You asked anxiously, eyes looking around to see if he’d magically pop up. The day had nearly reached an end, the sun beginning to lower itself into the horizon while you and Dani had walked around the area multiples times. By this time, Tom would’ve already walked up to you, gripping his baggy pants, a shit eating grin on his face, German-laced accent speaking the same words that you usually rejected, it almost became a routine.

But today you hadn’t seen him, it begun to make you nervous and ask the sun disappeared and the street lights flickered on, you sighed sadly. Never did you think you’d be so sad about not being pestered by Tom, in fact, you wished for a day like this. Now that you have it, you realize how boring the day has been, not hearing him or his corny pickup lines made it feel like a puzzle piece was missing.

“It’s okay.” Daniela rubbed a soothing hand up and down your back, “Maybe tomorrow, he could be busy with his band.”

“But he said he’d be back.” You frowned deeply, shoulders slumping, feet dragging on the pavement as you walked back home. You did the usual, dropped of Daniela first, her right hug lingering longer then usual before you walked the next few blocks to your own home. Just as you stepped on the steps that lead up to your front door a repetitive shuffle caught your attention.

“Hey, gorgeous.” Tom held flowers in one hand, the other one timidly waving at you. You’d never that you’d be so happy to see him, a smile would’ve taken over your features but you held back. Keeping a straight face as he held out the roses. “I got these..for you.”

Your eyes widened, taking the flowers and blushing. “Thank you, how’d you know these were my favorite?”

“You told me.” He smiled softly, it made your heart flutter and stomach twist into knots. “And, uh..I wanted to ask you, again, if you’d wanna go out with me?” He fiddled with the bands around his wrist, expecting the usual words of no and a slammed door in his face, but you have a warm smile instead.

“Yeah, I’m free on Friday.” You tried to hold the eye contact but his eyes practically hypnotized you, you stared down the roses, a shy smile on your lips. “I’m sorry for being mean on the past times.”

Tom chuckled, demeanor shifting from an laid back player to a timid lover boy who was stupidly excited that his crush finally said yes. “It’s okay gorgeous.”

An awkward beat of silence engulfed the air before you leaned forward, pecking his cheek and watching as the red blush creeped up onto his face. “I’ll see you Friday then.” You mumbled, hand gripping the door handle and pushing it open. You looked towards the boy one last time, “Bye Tom.”

“Bye, gorgeous.”

I hate using y/n if y’all couldn’t alr tell by the amount of pet-names I have in all my fics. 😭 I tried my best to capture the Puerto Rican culture but as someone who isn’t really familiar, I don’t really know if I did all that good. Apologies if there was some errors in some areas!! either way I enjoyed writing this fic and loved the idea!! Ik it got corny at the end but pls ignore that.

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[talesfrommedinastation]

My redneck neighbor Doug watches 'The Bad Batch': Pabu

So, maybe it's because the Razorbacks are currently up over the Tigers, which makes Doug's LSU loving self extra fired up this evening, but I have made the mistake of asking him again about his opinion on the episode after 'The Outpost', which was 'Pabu'.

He called this both 'HR Goes to Daytona' and 'Did I miss an episode?'.

Doug: Make sure you put one of my Baton Rouge boys on the internet too right now. GEAUX TIGERS.

CW: Doug insults everyone, everything, and is generally a cantankerous old jerk in this one. His wife should have unplugged his internet. Lots of adult everything, ranging from language to...well, if you're under 18, please be warned.

Prepare thyself, especially if you're a TechxPhee fan. The amount of angry emojis I got in the text messages were pretty wild.

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'Pabu' aka 'HR Goes to Daytona'

Oh it’s Church Lady and it’s Sunday service. Why is little orphan blondie in the bar with her? Daddy Rambo has his knife but you know the man was plowing vodka out of sight here. He’s tired.

I thought he hated Church Lady? Did I miss an episode?

Ah, now Ryan-from-Accounting is playing solitaire. Atta boy, get your mind off the bitch wife Laura. If he makes out with that garbage robot I’ll throw up. 

Time to skee-daddle. Woah! Church Lady just grabbed Ryan-from-Accounting. That man looks terrified, probably because he found a Youtube video of her taking down muggers behind Manning's after a Pelicans game. Bitch wife Laura gonna blow a gasket.

But such is the way of the Church Lady, I have known many in my day. “I groped the hot new usher in Jesus’s house, but it’s okay, The Lord forgives”.

(praise the Lord and pass the Tabasco)

No, seriously, did I miss an episode? I feel like I did.  

Houma-BBQ bitch is bitching, as is her wont. I wonder what sauce her tail would taste best with. Carolina Gold? I’d cook her brisket style. Oh, wait, back to the show. 

And now they’re on paradise! Daytona Beach! Who is this guy, he looks like he used to play hoops now he plays how much dessert he can eat at Golden Corral. Props to him, that lava cake is gold. Hope Rex and Toaster Strudel are there.

Where are Rex and Toaster Strudel.

No, really, where are Rex and Toaster Strudel.

I’m getting real mad here, where are Rex and Toaster Strudel. 

CHURCH LADY, GET BACK IN YOUR SPACE UBER AND GO FIND REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL. I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR MUSEUM OF SHIT YOU FOUND IN PEOPLE’S BACKYARDS AND THE DUMPSTER BEHIND THE KEY LARGO PUBLIX, GO GET REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL.

SHOVE RYAN-FROM-ACCOUNTING BACK INTO THE DRIVER’S SEAT, PAY FOR HIS GAS, AND GO GET REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL. 

“You have some competition”. From what, there’s gonna be a hot dog eating contest or something? Why does Ryan-from-Accounting look so upset? 

(“I think they’re trying to set him and Phee up, Doug.” “What, when did that happen? Did I miss an episode?”)

Ryan-from-Accounting looks either sad or excited and I’m so confused. Maybe it’s because I’ve been married since before the dinosaurs but why is he either frowning and freaked out by Church Lady or smiling at Church Lady? Is he having a breakdown like my nephew did after he lost his job? Does Bitch Wife Laura know about this? Does he like Church Lady or is he planning on pepper spraying her? Did I miss an episode? Is this how the children flirt on the Ticky-Tack? No wonder y’all aren’t getting married any more. 

(“Doug, you did not miss an episode. And it is called Tik-Tok.” “I MISSED AN EPISODE. I KNOW I DID, AND IT IS CALLED THE TICKY-TACK!!!”) 

Ya know who would solve these questions? REX AND MOTHER LOVING TOASTER STRUDEL, WHO AIN’T HERE. THEY NEED TO BE HERE. WHERE ARE YOU HIDING THEM CHURCH LADY. 

Oh lovely, Hoops forgot to make a reservation at BoneFish, so they’re having his gas station sushi. Not one shrimp or crab on that table? Y’all Hoops is failing so hard right now, as a boy from Louisiana I’m just offended. His momma raised that man WRONG. 

You know who would love sushi on the beach while watching the sun set? REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL, and Daddy Warcrimes and Sassy Park Ranger too. 

I MISS SASSY PARK RANGER ALREADY!!!!!!

But no, Rex and Toaster Strudel are busy at work saving the galaxy while Julio and the gang throw back cocktails and stare at the sun like they dropped cheap acid they bought in a sketchier part of Biloxi. Which is all of Biloxi, I guess. 

Oh, and Ryan-from-Accounting is awkward around Church Lady and stares at his phone lest that Bitch Wife Laura of his get a snap of them sitting together and Little Orphan Blondie pets a monkey. I hope they all get food poisoning. I’m so mad.

They need Toaster Strudel the way I need FSU to lose this weekend, I have money on that game too. WHY IS ARKANSAS STILL UP IN THE SECOND QUARTER.

Ah, Little Orphan Blondie’s on a boat with her new buddy, that’s nice. If she doesn’t find Rex and Toaster Strudel out in the ocean with James Cameron I hope–oh, shoot, I was in the navy. I know what that water means. Oh boy.

Well bless Ryan-from-Accounting, he watches Big Tuna and knows how to do a rescue. Church Lady looks happy. He finally touched her, it only took a natural disaster and a whole lot of nagging on her part. Oh, poor Church Lady, you need a guy who actually likes you back. 

Seriously, why does that man look like the subject of them shitty videos HR makes us watch once a year so we don’t get sued? I don’t know, but I’m starting to understand why his Bitch Wife Laura is the way she is. I can’t believe the episode they filmed in Daytona makes me feel for her, but it do. 

(“Doug, you’re making up Bitch Wife Laura in your head. She’s not in the show.” “Well, it’s clear that I missed some episodes, so maybe I missed the Bitch Wife Laura ones.” “No, you didn’t miss any, I promise.” “Are you SURE?!”)

Man, the tsunami got people running like it’s Black Friday Wal-Mart in Tampa. But they rescued an old guy and Daddy Rambo got the stolen work truck working to rescue the kids. Hooray, I guess. 

You know who would have done a better job? Of all of this?

REX AND MOTHER-LOVING TOASTER STRUDEL. But they ain’t here!

(Doug's love for them runs hard and it runs deep, for which I can empathize)

You know who should have been on a beach horking down Mai Tais and getting into Church Lady and her handsy hands?

POOR POOR SASSY PARK RANGER. BUT HE DIED BACK IN WYOMING.  I bet he’d love a back massage from Church Lady too! He’d sass her, she’d sass him back, and they’d make out on the beach while Daddy Warcrimes played the saxophone behind them or something. I support that. I’d like that. He’s got brown eyes.*

Make it work, Star Wars, damn it. 

(Doug has unlocked a new rarepair, I guess: Mayday and Phee? WTF?)

Well they’re hanging out here in Daytona for the time being, I guess. Julio passed out under a tree like a drunk uncle at a cookout. Everyone's smiling.

I’d be smiling too, knowing that REX AND TOASTER STRUDEL ARE ACTUALLY SAVING PEOPLE WHILE YOU CLOWNS STOMP AROUND FLORIDA. 

Stop smiling at Church Lady, Ryan-from-Accounting! Is it because you finally filed HR complaint paperwork or because you filed for divorce papers from Bitch Wife Laura? Why are you smiling?! Church Lady belongs to Sassy Park Ranger! 

(“Doug…Sassy Park Ranger’s dead. He and Church Lady never met. You need to stop.” “IF THEY CAN BRING PALPATINE BACK, THEY CAN BRING SASSY PARK RANGER BACK TOO!”) 

*=I NEED FAN ART OF THIS NOW, please @amalthiaph! Help me out!

[roomsofangel]

GROWING PAINS . . . # CHAPTER ONE !

synopsis you hated christmas. simple. this year was no different, the only thing changing was the scenery when you decide to let your older brother, yunho convince you to visit your grandmother who neither of you had met but hoped it would do some good. everything was still the same — writer’s block, the winter loneliness, the way yunho won’t stop singing jingle bell rock, yeah, everything was the same. at least, until a certain blonde haired boy made it his mission to melt your iced heart.

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your hand held the pen with a firm grip, shakily tracing a few squiggled lines on your clean sheet of paper that wouldn’t be for much longer, teeth sinking into your bottom lip enough to draw the taste of metallic. “this is bullshit.” you set the pen down on the desk, running your fingers through the strands of your hair with a slight tug at your scalp, “do you think i’m allowed to fail?” you called out to your brother who walked in with his hands to his head, towel being used to dry his fresh out the shower hair

“you can just finish it after the trip,” yunho shrugged, aiming the towel to the side while you heard him mumble that he’d get that later and hurried to raid the refrigerator for orange juice, “need apple by the way,” he voiced while scavenging for a glass

you groaned, scrunching the paper into a ball and throwing it into—missing—the garbage can. “i want to do it now though,” you leaned your head back to watch your brother who looked as if he was a kid on a sugar rush, pouring his juice and grabbing a quick granola bar before slipping on his jacket and shoes while stumbling

“who knows, maybe you’ll find muse there,” he replied with a teasing tone, a kissy face being cut short by you aiming a pencil to his chest, “hey! i’m sensitive, ya know!” exaggerating a few of the words before laughing it off, “but come on, we need to get going, you got your bag?”

you scoffed, “of course i do,” leaning to the side to grab your drawstring bag before standing, “you ready?”

yunho hummed, and that was enough of a response for you. both of you sharing the same mutual thought.

no, the fuck not.

“do you think she’ll like us?” you couldn’t help but ask outloud, kicking a small rock on the ground while you walked alongside your brother up the driveway of your grandma’s house, glancing at yunho who shrugged, hands shoved into his jacket’s pockets

ears red and nose rosy, yunho cleared his throat, “she didn’t even like dad,” he amused, but you saw right through it. he was worried about the same thing.

three knocks on the door were made while you looked around the unfamiliar neighborhood that made you feel small. compared to the small overloaded home you and yunho were raised in, this seemed like a five star resort.

“is she even here?” you asked, and yunho pulled out his phone in a haste, checking the time and dialing a number

“let me check.”

“you mean we came here and you don’t even know if she’s home, yunho?!” you shrieked, your bag falling onto the ground as you found yourself running your fingers through your hair, hands on your head before you sat on the benches that resided on her patio, messing with the strings from your worn out jeans

your eyes scanned the neighborhood while you blocked and muffled out yunho’s ranting and worrying, gaze locking on a guy who had his hair tucked into a beanie and hands stuffed into his pockets while he had a mask covering most of his features. his eyes were pretty, catlike even.

messing with your chipped nail polish, you froze at the sudden turn he had done, eyes locking with yours. the cold winter air suddenly felt like summer heat and you blinked a few times to look at the ground, more-so at your hands that were getting a bit too cold

“okay, key’s under the mat, she’s out grocery shopping,” yunho ended the call and aimed the next conversation with you who nodded in response, standing and dusting yourself off while he kneeled down and lifted the corner of the WELCOME doormat to see a silver key. an extra. thank god.

hearing the click and the door opening, “thank fuck,” yunho muttered before entering, you walked up to the doorway and turned to look at where you remember seeing the pretty stranger

and much to your bittersweet dismay, he wasn’t still looking at you. instead— he was raking up snow from the lawn, this time without his mask and singing under his breath, or at least you assumed with the rhythm of dance he was showing while mouthing something—that, and you noticed the airpods in his ears while he stayed focused on his task.

maybe the temporary stay wouldn’t be too bad.

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You're Okay {Jurassicshipping} | Yu-Gi-Oh! GX Oneshot

“Stop being a wuss! It’s just a horror film!”

“I don’t wanna watch it!”

“Relax, Sy, it’s probably just a really crappily made horror film.”

“No it’s not! Slasher Movie 10 is a classic!”

Movie night in the Slifer Red Dorms had never been so chaotic. It was Chazz’s turn to pick a movie to watch, and naturally, he chose one of his favorites that he wanted everyone to watch – Slasher Movie 10, the best and most horrific one in the entire franchise. Everyone had agreed to it… well… except one person. 

“Guys! Can’t I just go into a different room or something…?” mumbled Syrus, tense in all shapes of the word as he shifted uncomfortably on Chazz’s couch. His cheeks flared from embarrassment as all eyes laid on him. 

“No wussing out! Last week, we all had to sit and watch your Pretty Little Pegasus and Dark Magician Girl movie!” Chazz huffed out with his arms crossed, “and that was garbage!”

“N-No it wasn’t! Your taste in movies is bad!” Syrus fired back. He crossed his arms and huffed out, turning his head to the side. Jaden was sitting on his right, looking down at Syrus with a big grin on his face. 

“C’mon, Sy! It’s true, and it’s just a movie, after all, it can’t hurt you,” Jaden tried to convince Syrus to stay – it wouldn’t be the same if he left. Syrus felt all eyes on him, and he frowned a bit, feeling tense. 

“Sy don’t gotta watch the movie if he don’t wanna,” Hassleberry chipped in. He was sitting on Syrus’ right, glancing down at the Syrus’ trembling figure. The trembling was barely noticeable but… couldn’t exactly escape the perspective eyesight of someone with dinosaur DNA coursing through his veins. 

“We made an agreement that we all have to sit together and watch a movie every Saturday, together!” Jaden whined, “it wouldn’t be the same without Sy!” Alexis, Bastion, Jim, Jesse, Aster, Atticus, and even Axel nodded in agreement. It was true – the friend group had come to an agreement that each Saturday, someone would pick a movie to watch, and everyone would have to watch it. It was a stupid rule, but at the time, it didn’t seem like a bad idea. The movie nights were meant for everyone to have fun and hang out together, but that included everyone or else it wouldn’t be the same. Shoulders slumping, Syrus admitted to defeat. He was just gonna have to sit there and endure the horrific movie. 

“Fine…” the light haired boy replied. Could he get anymore down on his luck than he already was? The group started to disperse only briefly, grabbing out snacks that were saved up for the movie night, along with blankets, pillows, and other necessities for the perfect movie night. For a few minutes, it was just Hassleberry and Syrus lingering on the couch within the room. The short boy sat with his hands clutching tightly to his pajama pants, trying to not to tremble. How bad could a movie titled ‘Slasher Movie 10’ be? It was probably just going to be a cheesy horror flick, knowing Chazz. It shouldn’t be something to worry about. Syrus could handle it, for sure!

“Private, you sure about this?” Hassleberry’s voice broke the silence, “there ain’t any shame in backing out.” 

“I’m sure… everyone’ll be bummed out if I don’t stay,” Syrus pursued his lips, “it can’t be that scary, right? I mean, it’s Chazz we’re talking about here. I doubt he’d pick something genuinely scary. It’ll probably just be one of those cheesy horror flicks! I’m not worried.” Syrus lied through his teeth though, his hands shaking. Even cheesy horror flicks could be scary… well, at least for Syrus. Hassleberry’s eyes softened a bit, and worry clutched at his chest. Movies were meant to be fun, and Hassleberry didn’t fancy that Syrus wouldn’t be having any fun here. His cheeks flared a little bit and he cleared his throat

“If ya get scared, you can hold onto me,” Hassleberry murmured out quietly, but just loud enough for Syrus to hear. The short boy’s eyes widened and his face flushed redder than the Slifer Red uniforms. 

“W-What? D-Don’t be ridiculous! I-I don’t need that–!” Syrus shook his head. Hassleberry flinched a bit, but he didn’t take it to heart. Syrus probably didn’t mean it in an odd way, but maybe he shouldn’t have offered. After all, it was considered a “girl” thing to be all cuddly with one another, especially watching scary movies together. It shouldn’t have been, but maybe Syrus’ family taught him it was. Before Hassleberry got a chance to reply, the others arrived back into the living room. Chazz turned off the lights, and now the only light came from the large television screen. 

“I’ve got blankets and pillows,” Jim pointed out, “only a few, though.” Jim began passing out the blankets and pillows to everyone until there was one large pillow and blanket left. He handed that off to Hassleberry and Syrus. “Sorry fellas, you’ll probably have to share this one or fight over it.” 

“No problem. Thank you, soldier,” the black haired boy nodded, before adjusting the pillow behind him and Syrus’ heads, making sure it fit them both. He then tossed the blanket over both of them, and got a bit closer to Syrus. He was pleased that Syrus didn’t move away – it was easy to read Truesdale’s expressions and body language. He wasn’t shaking as much as he was before, and he looked a bit flustered, but not uncomfortable. Hassleberry knew the jokes his friends would make about him, about how he would sometimes ‘not be so bright’, but he was a lot more observant than they thought. “Sy, you mind? The blanket’s big, but y’know.”

“D-Don’t mind,” Syrus shook his head and cleared his throat a bit. 

“Alright, dorks, I’m gonna start the movie,” Chazz went over and put the movie on, sitting down as Alexis handed out snacks to everyone. Soon though, everyone was in their respective seats that they wanted to be in. Hassbelerry, Syrus, Jaden, and Jesse took up the long couch, while Jim and Alexis were cuddled up on one of the smaller couches. Jesse and Jaden the same while the others were spread out. The movie started, and Syrus shifted a little. How scary could this movie really be? He inhaled and exhaled, adjusting his glasses. This movie couldn’t be that bad! Syrus convinced himself it was nothing to worry about, that he had no valid reason to be worried. It was just a movie, he told himself. That’s what Jaden said originally. It was just a movie and it couldn’t hurt Syrus. Most movies were fictional… but some were based on true events… was this movie one of those? It couldn’t be! Not with a name like ‘Slasher Movie 10’... no way. The more he over-thought it, the more he could feel his chest bubbling. Something didn’t feel right. Biting his bottom lip, Syrus watched as the movie played on. It started  as just another creepy story – a doll made of pure porcelain was found in the attic of a family that just moved in. It couldn’t get any more scarier than that, even if the plotline was used quite often. 

“How you doin’, private?” Hassleberry whispered – luckily for him, Chazz had made the movie’s sound so loud that any quiet conversations would be unheard by everyone else.

“Fine…” Syrus murmured quietly. He didn’t feel fine. The doll was creepy looking, and the story behind the doll was horrific. 

“Can’t lie to me, Sy,” Hassleberry spoke quietly, glancing down at the short boy, who’s figure started to tremble again. It wasn’t unlikely that the others would tease and make fun of Hassleberry and Syrus if the pair got cuddly – sure, Jaden and Jesse were a thing and stuff… but Hassleberry hadn’t come to terms with the fact he’d have to tell Syrus how he felt about him. That wasn’t fun. Hassleberry never had a thing for guys until he met Syrus. He always liked girls, even before he’d come to terms with the fact he wasn’t a boy at birth. Syrus had changed a lot for him, and sure, the two had it rough at first, fighting over who was Jaden’s best friend. That was ridiculous now, though, and his eyes softened a bit. He shouldn’t have been afraid, though, because Syrus looked like he could use some comfort. The others meant no harm, but Hassleberry could see that this was a bad idea to force Syrus to watch a horror film. Should he do something? He wasn’t sure what to do exactly. Hassleberry didn’t want to touch Syrus affectionately without his permission. 

… And there came a jumpscare. The silly protagonist’s husband had tried to get rid of the cursed doll for a decent portion of the movie, not enough to be boring, but enough to build a haunting atmosphere that increased in each minute of the film. The husband had gone to sleep for the night… only to toss and turn, and open his eyes. Everything seemed fine, until he sat up, and the doll jumped from the ceiling, ultimately killing the man with a slashing blade. Syrus jumped a bit, and before Hassleberry had a chance to react, Syrus was clinging onto him. Meek arms wrapped around Hassleberry’s muscular and bigger figure, and he was left speechless, seeing Syrus sink under the blanket with his head against the dino duelist’s chest. Hassleberry’s face flushed and he felt his chest tighten, trying not to freak out from the amount of emotion he was feeling right now. The guy he had a thing for, the guy who changed his whole world… and Syrus was cuddling him. It made him feel happy, but he tried not to get too excited – Syrus probably was just seeking comfort, so he jumped to someone who could give him that. 

If that was the case, why didn’t Syrus jump to Jaden – someone he’d known for much longer than Hassleberry?

It was that thought that changed his mind’s process. If Syrus just jumped to someone for comfort, he would’ve jumped to Jaden. They had known each other since first entering Duel Academy, so it made sense that Jaden would’ve been the one Syrus clung to, but he didn’t. 

“H-Hassleberry… I-I’m scared…” it was quiet, but the dino duelist heard it loud and clear, even over the loud volume of the movie. Hassleberry’s chest tightened in his ribcage and he tensed up. Underneath the blanket, he hooked an arm around Syrus’ small figure, holding him close. He could feel just how scared Syrus was in his hold, biting his bottom lip a little bit. Damn. He wished the others hadn’t sort of forced Syrus to do something he didn’t want to do. The poor thing would probably be traumatized for life now because of this movie – he’d ever be able to look at a doll the same. 

“Oh, you guys are watching Slasher Movie 10? Dude, that movie is like, garbage,” Chazz paused the movie when he heard Aster’s voice, and the gray haired boy entered into the dorm room, hands on his hips. “Got any room for me? Pro dueling has been stressing me out, I need a good thing to laugh at.” 

“Garbage?! Shut your mouth, Phoenix! This is a classic!” Chazz exclaimed. Even the bickering wasn’t enough to ease Syrus’ nerves. The short man still clung desperately to Hassleberry, his head only briefly peeking out from underneath the blanket. Aster walked to one of the couches before getting comfortable himself. 

“What part are we up to?” Aster asked. 

“The part where the doll kills the husband and starts using him as a possessed toy to spook the other members of his family,” Jaden stated, “this movie’s got no shame being scary.”

“I’ve seen scarier. Haunted in Hell is a personal favorite of mine,” Aster smirked, “it’s about someone who gets the death penalty for all the crimes he’s committed and he’s sent down and forever tortured in Hell. Some deep stuff.” Syrus shuddered at that. A movie about eternal torture? He could only imagine just how terrifying that was. He shuddered, displeased even. 

“Of course you’d watch something where a criminal gets punished like that,” murmured Chazz, “now, can we go back to watching the movie? I’m getting bored here.” The others sweatdropped a bit, the kind of cold sweat that was a bit awkward – it had hardly been any time at all wasted! Syrus sighed quietly as he could hear the movie being unpaused, and silence overtaking the group of people. Sure, he couldn’t see the movie anymore, being under the blanket and all, but he was still pretty frightened by the grotesque sounds. He clenched tighter onto Hassleberry, and in return, Syrus could feel Hassleberry’s arm around him tighten its hold, as though trying to comfort and shield the short boy from the fearful things on the screen. It didn’t help that Chazz’s dorm room had surround sound so… the gross sounds were everywhere. Syrus shuddered, and pressed his head into the side of Hassleberry’s chest. The entire time, the strong boy was sitting with his face flush, keeping Syrus as close to him as possible. It was odd… Syrus never expected Hassleberry to smell nice. He expected him to smell like sweat, something what people would consider more manly. Hassleberry smelled nice, though. Syrus couldn’t put his finger on it. He rested a bit more snugly against his friend, his cheeks flaring a bit. Despite the fluster, he still felt… oddly happy like this in Hassleberry’s arms – it wasn’t something he ever considered. His chest tightened a little bit, and for a few moments, Syrus felt like he could fall asleep right in Hassleberry’s arms.

… Until the sound of a gut-wrenching jumpscare could be heard, and despite not seeing it, Syrus jumped. Hassleberry tugged him closer, and conversations from the others could be heard.

“Damn, he just… killed himself to save his kids? That’s tragic,” Jim replied.

“I knew that was going to happen,” Aster rolled his eyes, “a cliche.” 

“It's not cliche! You’re just boring!” hissed Chazz. The others laughed at the banter, but Syrus didn’t. He clutched onto Hassleberry’s pajama shirt, his hands trembling. He tried to think happy thoughts, tried to stay calm. Hassleberry’s comforting embrace helped though, and Syrus never saw the day he’d be this comfortable with him. He calmed down a little bit, still trembling in Hassleberry’s hold. The movie went on, and continued. The movie was frightening, and overall, wasn’t even remotely enjoyable for Syrus – or for Hassleberry. A horror movie about a possessed doll? Yeah, no. Now, Hassleberry wasn’t scared of porcelain dolls in any means, but he wasn’t a fan of something so grotesque. He wished he could sneak Syrus out of here so he didn’t have to sit through the rest of the movie, but saying he fell asleep wasn’t a viable option. Everyone here knew Syrus – he would never fall asleep if he was this scared. Maybe Hassleberry could use an excuse that Syrus was so scared he’d passed out from fear but… eh… that wasn’t a viable option, either. Damn it! He wasn’t sure what to do to get Syrus out of this awful situation; he’d already experienced too much of this unpleasant movie. 

“H-Hassleberry…” Syrus murmured softly, tugging on Hassleberry’s pajama top. The boy looked down at him, though Syrus remained hidden underneath the blanket. 

“What’s up, Sy?” whispered the dino duelist in return.

“I-I’m sorry…” Syrus whispered once again, and Hassleberry was left confused. 

“You got nothing to apologize for, private. The others should be doin’ that; they’re making you watch this awful movie. Everybody’s afraid of somethin’, they should’ve been respectful of what you were afraid of,” the black haired boy nodded, clutching Syrus closer than before. This time, the short boy didn’t reply, but Hassleberry could tell that Syrus softened up a bit to his words, and it made his heart warm. Innocent intentions often could cause harm to others, and Hassleberry knew that. Everyone wanted Syrus there because it wouldn’t be the same without him, and they wanted to spend time with him – but that left Syrus in an awful position where he felt guilty for chickening out, and decided that he should force himself to stay and watch a movie that’d definitely give him nightmares. Another jumpscare came with screams and gut-wrenching noises… and when Syrus let out a quiet whimper, enough was enough. “C’mon, we’re getting out of here.” Hassleberry scooped Syrus up on his arms, keeping the short man covered by the blanket, before turning on his heel after getting off the couch. He hoped no one would notice – thankfully, no one did, and if they had noticed, no one made a comment. Hassleberry snuck out of Chazz’s dorm room while carrying Syrus, before heading back to their shared dorm room. Once inside, Hassleberry carefully placed Syrus down on his bed after managing up the bunk bed ladder, and he sighed softly. “How’re you doin’, soldier?” Syrus poked his head out from the blanket. 

“Y-You tell me–!” he exclaimed, shifting to remove his slippers, tossing them off the edge of the bunk bed, “how am I supposed to get any sleep tonight…?” It was a rhetorical question, not one to be answered, but Hassleberry decided he wanted to give him an answer anyway. 

“Cause you won't be alone, Syrus,” Hassleberry removed his shoes, “scoot over, will ya?” Syrus’ face flushed, but he didn’t retort anything, scooting over on the bed. Hassleberry tossed his slippers down before climbing into his bunk, sliding underneath the blankets with Syrus. “You’re still tremblin’ like a leaf, private.”

“Y-You would too if you just watched a scary movie and you were scared of it! They’re all gonna have our heads for leaving, you know!” Syrus bickered, but Hassleberry didn’t reply to that. He wrapped his arms around Syrus loosely, tugging him only slightly close. He could tell Syrus was trembling from the way the blankets shook lightly, and it was painful to witness. To think, all this could’ve been avoided if everyone considered Syrus’ feelings, but like usual, Hassleberry seemed the most in tune with Syrus’ emotions. 

“Yeah, you’re right. It didn’t scare me, I don’t got a clue what you’re dealing with,” Hassleberry admitted, “but you’re scared right now, and that’s what matters right now.” Syrus tensed a bit further, but he tried to calm himself down, tensing a little bit as he swallowed tightly. Hassleberry really did seem to understand this, didn’t he? Syrus would always make comments about how Hassleberry wasn’t the most observant, but maybe he was indeed wrong. 

“You’re putting t-to much of an effort into a crybaby,” murmured the machine deck duelist, who swallowed tightly. Why did he feel scared? Was it perhaps he was worried Hassleberry would realize Syrus wasn’t worth the time, and he’d leave him all by his lonesome? He wanted the words back as soon as they left his lips but… that was difficult, considering it was impossible to take words back. 

“Yeah,” the tall boy spoke, “but I don’t regret it. Sy…” Hassleberry heaved a sigh as he tensed up, “Sy, I like ya. I like ya a lot.”

“L-Like… l-like bros, right?” Syrus asked, blush creeping on his cheeks.

“No,” Hassleberry replied. He was brave. He could do this. He wouldn’t be afraid of doing this, it needed to be said. “I like you how Chazz used to like Alexis… except less annoying and less pushy.” Hassleberry thought on his words, however, and pursued his lips. “... It’s alright if you don’t feel the same. I get it. I’m real sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” There was silence that overcame the two of them, but Syrus didn’t jerk away from Hassleberry after that confession. It was just quiet, and for a good while, the dino duelist had assumed that the machine duelist had fallen asleep. If that was the case, then Hassleberry wasn’t even worried about whether or not Syrus heard his confession… but he wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to say those words again. They were hard to say once, but twice without knowing where Syrus’ feelings lied? That was the real scary part. 

“I-I think I like you too…” Syrus had broken the silence after what felt like ages, “l-like… t-the same way you like me. I never… I never really liked a guy up until you…”

“... Yeah, me neither,” murmured the black haired boy, “something to adjust to, I guess.” Syrus nodded his head, and the two fell silent again, but only for a few moments. “... So are we like… a thing now…?”

“I-If you want…” mumbled Syrus.

“Sy, I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want it,” the muscular boy chuckled a bit as he clutched Syrus closer, “get some shut eye, private. You earned it from battling all the fear you endured tonight.” Syrus nodded. He felt comfortable, like he would be able to sleep. He felt the comforting warmth take over him, and he soon fell asleep. Hassleberry smiled a bit, watching the way Syrus snuggled up into him. He was relieved, happy that the horrors of that damn movie had washed away somewhat. Hassleberry himself ended up falling asleep, more comfortable than anything in Syrus’ embrace. 

* * *

The dino duelist crawled out of the bunk bed when he heard the sounds of movement outside. He didn’t wish to wake his beloved up, so he carefully made his way down the bunk ladder and slid into his slippers, popping out to see his group of friends hanging out on the balcony railing, talking about the movie. He grew a bit annoyed, and when Jaden saw him, things changed.

“Hey Hassleberry! Where’s Sy? You guys left earlier,” Jaden pointed out with a frown on his lips, “why?”

“Cause Syrus was scared,” Hassleberry frowned, and his eyebrows narrowed, “sergeant, usually I’m on board with all your decisions, but this one I just can’t get behind. You guys all forced Syrus to sit through a movie he didn’t like.”

“But he made us sit through–” Chazz didn’t get to finish his sentence. 

“Did that movie make you uncomfortable? Did it give ya nightmares?” Hassleberry retorted, crossing his arms. No one answered. “Didn’t think so. I think you guys should apologize to the little fella tomorrow, cause he wouldn’t make you guys watch something that’d downright traumatize you, and I don’t wanna hear any ‘ifs’, ‘ands’, or ‘buts’ about it!” The others were silent, before each of them nodding their head in agreement, even the more difficult ones agreed to such. Hassleberry turned on his heel and entered the dorm he shared with Syrus and Jaden, with Jaden following behind after bidding goodnight to everyone else. 

“Where is Sy?” Jaden asked, being greeted with a stern glare from his taller friend.

“He’s asleep in my bed, and hush up, you’ll wake him up,” Hassleberry scolded before slipping off his slippers and climbing up the bunk. He got underneath the blankets with Syrus, snuggling back up to the shorter man. Jaden stared as he watched this unfold – he did not get the memo why the two were sharing a bed, but eh, if it made them happy, Jaden wouldn’t judge. It wasn’t like he hadn’t fallen asleep in Jesse’s arms on the couch or something. He climbed into bed as well, and the lights turned off, everyone resting for the night.

In truth, however, Syrus hadn’t been asleep entirely. When Hassleberry left to go scold everyone, Syrus had woken up without a word, or giving his boyfriend knowledge that he was awake. To think, Hassleberry had scolded everyone on his behalf, made them realize maybe they’d been too pushy… it was heartwarming, and Syrus found himself smiling into his boyfriend’s embrace, falling asleep once again, and this time, not waking up until sunrise. He was okay, he was okay because of Hassleberry, because Hassleberry cared for him and loved him… Syrus considered himself a very lucky kid that he had him. 

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hi guys! i wrote my first(?) fanfic on here -- i think, don't quote me on that! i will be posting this to my ao3 as well as *maybe* wattpad, haven't posted anything there in AGES

i hope you guys enjoyed reading my jurassicshipping fanfic! these two blorbos have been in my brain and rotting it away (i love them),,, and i threw in some jim x alexis and some jaden x jesse just for little old me

also if you keep up with my shitposts, yes, i based this fanfic off a shitpost i made for hassleberry and syrus ANYWAY TYSM FOR READING WAHH JURASSICSHIPPING FANS RISE UP

[xxsweetoothxx]

Hello there. I’m so sorry to suddenly come into your inbox like this, but I respectfully ask you to please read the post here. It’s from one the Blessed Be The Wicked’s creators, explaining that what has recently transpired in the fandom was a big misunderstanding because of a mistake made in the OG post. They have been getting a lot of harassment and that is not okay. So if you could please read it and spread it around to help clear up some things it would be greatly appreciated, thank you.

I have seen it.

As far as it goes. Yeah. Hate and harassment shouldn't be something he's getting regardless of what his intentions were. Even if he meant it to mean exactly what people interpreted it as, harassing them over it and sending hate is just too far. No if ands or buts about it.

I don't give a shit how garbage of a take it was and how pretentious and gatekeepy it came off as. If you're sending hate to a mf then get fucked.

At worst the guy made a bad take and at best it's what the explanation says he intended it to mean. Him calling out all the creepy weirdos and Pedos.

And I fully support people doing that.

That being said though on the explanation it's self? I'm personally still on the fence on whether I fully believe it was entirely a misunderstanding. Call me cynical (ya boy is untrusting af over here). I see a mf say some fuck shit get hella back lash and then give an explanation that doesn't fully clear up shit and I'm doubting.

Dont get me wrong the explanation given clears up quite a few things but there are still a few big points that Im just not sure I buy that they were misunderstood. It could just be chalked up to bad wording. Its possible that I'm just not getting what his thought process was while writing that shit, I dunno frankly though I don't care at this point because it's not that serious.

I'd ask him what exactly he meant about those parts I'm still not understanding but I can't because I'm like 99% sure I'm blocked. Not sure why? Never interacted with him in my life aside from rebloging that post. Doesn't matter at the end of the day.

I'll reblog it just so the few people following here who may not have seen the explanation see it can read it and form their own opinions.

I just ask no matter what that opinion may be that people keep it respectful and don't go fucking HARASSING PEOPLE! FOR FUCKS SAKE WHAT IS WRONG WITH YALL WHO JUMP TO HARASSMENT!!!

[kiankiwi]

(baby steps) Imagine this; we've been at home with E for a while, and we're talking to him while he's big about something. Suddenly, something he sees or hears on TV triggers him and gives him flashbacks of his time with the Colonel, and he bolts for the nursery.

When you find him, he's shaking and crying, sucking his thumb, and since he wasn't wearing a diaper, he had a poopy accident in his pants since he just dropped into babyspace so quickly. When he realizes you're there and you can tell he had an accident, he starts cowering and trying to shield himself since he thinks you're going to hit him or yell at him for having a messy accident.

Straight to Baby:

You two were just lounging on the couch in the TV room, talking about your upcoming schedule for the week, the TV on in the background for noise.

"Are you sure you want to come with me to those meetings? They're gonna be really fucking boring. I can just as easily ask Jerry or Wanda to come and hang out with ya during the day."

Elvis sighed and squeezed your hand. "I don't want to hang out with them. I want to hang out with you!"

You sighed, Elvis was whining even though he was still big as far as you could tell. "Are you sure baby? You don't have to. We can't really hang out in a meeting. I can get them done really quick and we can spend the rest of the day together."

Just then a man on TV screamed at someone really loudly and before you knew what was happening, Elvis was bolting out of the room.

He was obviously triggered from the yelling. "Shit, baby, hey!" You ran after him and found him in the corner of the nursery, shaking and holding his head with his hands. You could also immediately smell that he had had a messy accident.

"Shit, baby, what happened? Did the TV scare you?" You ask, getting down on the floor with him but staying far enough away so you're not touching just in case he doesn't want to be touched yet. "I-Is he here? Where is he?" You were so confused. "Who baby? Who?" You took a second, realizing E couldn't answer, he was starting to slip farther. He was starting to go nonverbal and shaking and sucking his thumb. "Honeybee, you're safe. It's just mama." You finally put together that the he Elvis was referring to was the Colonel. He was asking if the Colonel was here. "I promise sweetheart, it's okay. He's never gonna come near you or touch you again, mama and Wanda made sure of that."

You could tell by the way Elvis's eyes softened he was trying to believe you. You slowly opened your arms inviting him for a hug. "Do you wanna give mama a snuggle? You're at home with mama baby, it's okay."

Slowly but surely Elvis came out the corner and crawled toward your open arms. "Hi baby, did the TV scare you?" Remembering the yelling on the TV, Elvis just hid his face in your shoulder, sniffling all over your shirt. "It's okay, we can watch something else once we clean you up. Is it okay if mama changes your bum? I bet your pants feel yucky." Elvis nodded, pouting and giving you puppy dog eyes while pointing to his pants, "Pooped." You chuckled. "I know you did. Can mama help you into a diaper? Then we can snuggle and watch... Bluey!" You gasped excitedly, trying to distract him from the fear he was feeling earlier.

Elvis pulled at the waist of his pants clumsily and whined. "Mama, help." He whined, laying down so you could change him. "Help? Alright sweet boy, you stay right there." You grabbed a diaper and a package of wipes. "Alright my love, you stay still." Elvis nodded as you gave him a wipe to distract him and keep his hands occupied while you changed him out of his ruined clothes. You decided they would go straight in the garbage. You didn't need Elvis remembering this every time he put this outfit on again.

Twenty minutes later, he was clean and changed out of his bigger clothes into a onesie and you were leading him by the hand down the stairs from the nursery to the TV room. "Good job, bubba. Mama's so proud of you." Upon entering he noticed his favorite cozy throw blanket and toddled toward it, "Blankie!" He exclaimed before pushing his face into the softeness. "Yeah, get cozy with your blankie and we'll watch Bluey."

Elvis cuddled up next to you as you turned on one of his favorite shows and everything was right in his world again.

@arianatheangel-girl @mooodyblue @ellie-24

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

Another snippet of my writing featuring Wayne Munson as Father of the Year, every year, forever.

(“Those Parkers” are Eddie’s extremely estranged maternal grandparents. He just met them and it didn’t go well because they are honestly kinda garbage human beings.)

He knows the kids will call him at some point, but Wayne isn’t expecting to hear from them until later that night. Possibly even the next morning, depending on how well things go. Chrissy had booked them a motel room in case they wanted to extend their visit.

So he’s a little distracted when he answers the ringing phone in the early afternoon, fumbling with his cigarette lighter. “Yeah.” He tunes in with half an ear, ready to hang up if it’s a sales pitch.

But a small anguished voice choking out “Papa?” immediately gets his full attention.

“Ed! What happened? You alright?”

A heartwrenching sob is his only answer.

Wayne sighs. He was so afraid this would be the outcome, but he’d foolishly dared to get his hopes up. He really should’ve known better. “Aww, darlin’, what’d they do to you?” he says softly. Damn those Parkers. He could strangle them both with his bare hands, honestly he could. How dare they treat his sweet boy badly. How dare they let him down again.

Eddie is gasping for breath, making little high-pitched keening noises. “Eddie. Take it easy, now. Breathe for me, huh? Take a deep breath, that’s my good boy. You’ll be alright. Whatever happened, it’ll be alright, we’ll take care of it. C’mon, don’t cry. Please don’t cry, darlin’.” He angrily swipes a tear from his own cheek. “Listen to me, Ed, I love you more’n anythin’ else. Whatever they did or said to you, it don’t mean anythin’ here. I love you, you’re my son and you belong here with me. Okay, baby? You’ll always belong here. I’ll always want you here.”

His broken-hearted boy continues sobbing, quietly, helplessly. It breaks Wayne’s heart, too. “Ed, put Chrissy on the phone, will ya? I’m’a tell her to bring you on home now. You just hang in there, darlin’, okay? I’ll be right here when you get home.”

[dancing-to-architecture]

44 - Jack White - Blunderbuss (2012)

I'm gonna be real, I had no idea this album even existed until this came up. I liked the White Stripes back in the mid to late 00's, but never really followed much of Jack White's solo career.

He's a damn good guitarist, though, so I'm going in to this one with slightly raised expectations.

(I also had this written out like a week and a half ago and just totally spaced on actually posting it.)

•Missing Pieces-

ooh, that electric piano works really well with Jack's guitar tones in the intro, but the solo in the middle is a killer.

Weird lyrics at first, then it slowly starts to come together by the end with a great set of closing lines:

"Sometimes someone controls everything about you

And then they tell you that they just can't live without you

They ain't lyin', they'll take pieces of you

And they'll stand above you and walk away

That's right, and take a part of you with them."

And whomst among us hasn't felt exactly that way some point?

•Sixteen Saltines-

Heavy fuzzy riffs, which is kinda what I expect from Jack White.

The name of the song is extremely weird considering it's a throwaway line, but I guess just calling it "who's jealous (of who?)" might be a bit on the nose.

•Freedom at 21-

I'm giving the text on this a small bit of a pass here because this came out a WHILE before the Me Too movement, but it feels pretty 'Men's Rights'-y imo.

"She can do whatever to me and she'll be fine because she's the woman and the man is always blamed for things" feels pretty goddamned cringey in 2023.

•Love Interruption-

This is the most "Divorced Guy" song I've ever heard in my entire life.

I will not elaborate further.

•Blunderbuss-

"A romantic bust, a blunder turned explosive blunderbuss" is some pretty fun wordplay, but as a self-diagnosed wife-guy, a few soulful minutes about the nobility of infidelity is not exactly my cup of piss.

•Hypocritical Kiss-

This song just makes me think about a number of people that I'd rather prefer stay locked away in the oubliette of my terrible memory.

•Weep Themselves to Sleep-

Okay, dude, you totally invalidated your entire premise set up by the first two lines in the second two lines.

"Nobody can do [x] like I can, except all these guys."

The instrumentation is really nice, the piano kills it, but the lyrics are... not great. 'Billy Corgan Poetic', by which I mean they're pretty, have an interesting metric foot, and they rhyme nicely, but are otherwise inscrutable.

Weird choice for the central song.

•I'm Shakin'-

Jack White sings the dirty blues.

...At least he's better at it than a good number of other white guys who have attempted it.

The idea of referring to the story of Samson and Delilah as "(she) clipped his wig" is just wild.

•Trash Tongue Talker-

"You broke your tongue talkin trash,

Now you're trying to bring your garbage to me." Damn, that's a good line.

One of the few songs about "get the hell out of my life" that you could throw on at a party and not immediately kill the vibe.

•Hip (Eponymous) Poor Boy-

This feels like a band i grew up listening to. Wanna say Little Feat or something like that. It's...alright.

•I Guess I Should Go To Sleep-

Okay, I have a bit of a weakness for 3/4 time.

I also have the occasional fight with insomnia (and lemme tell ya, my insomnia's got HANDS), so yeah, this one hits home.

Also a fairly tidy analogy for death closing out the tab on a hard life. Not entirely sure if that was the intention, but it works.

•On And On And On-

I absolutely love the flow of this one. It's not exactly a fast song, but it keeps moving with the steady power of a river.

I actually had to relisten to it, as I got caught up in the movement and the meter of the lyrics and started spacing out and just vibing.

•Take Me With You When You Go-

The drums are straight out of Manic Depression. I'd know that goddamn drum fill *anywhere*.

I like the fiddle, it almost feels like it shouldn't work, but it really does.

Okay I wasn't expecting the intro to be "the first entire half of the song" but it kicks into 5th gear at the halfway mark and just Goes.

About what I expected going in, to be real. Some great guitar work, some weird but fun lyrics (more often than not).

I'm not sure when he and Meg had their big bad falling out back in the day, but the general sense of "being kinda angry at women" vibe on a few of the songs here definitely bring that whole debacle to mind.

Favorite Track: On And On And On. It's just a whole ass vibe.

Least Favorite Track: tie between Weep Themselves to Sleep and Hypocritical Kiss, but Blunderbuss would be up here too if the wordplay wasn't so good.

There's a lot of very divorce-coded "angry white guy" on this album, and that's just not hitting me.

[galaxofmuses]

Drabble: Countdown…..1

Warning: Bullying, Abandonment, Blood, Injury, Toxic Family

Silence was familiar for Tails….well for Miles at that time, was shivering from the rain as he tried to catch up with his parents. Confused of where they are taking him, until they reach the West South Islands, passing by the nearby villages that he only saw them far away and never gotten a chance to ask to check it out. Once the three reached the edge of the village where there was no one to be seen. The parents turn at the small boy and the father points at him coldly. “Okay, stay here until we’re done.”  The boy frowns at the idea and looks meekly at his parents to ask in curiosity. 

“W-Well can I play with the kids instead?”

The father was so close to burst out in anger, but the mother put her hand on the parent’s shoulder and said to Miles. “No. You’re going to be a good little boy and stay put. We’ll be back, we just need to take care of things first.” The pair walk away as Miles hides away in the bushes he can manage to hear his father muttering out loud at his wife. 

“I’m glad we got rid of the freak.”    

…..They never came back.

As days turn into weeks and into months, Miles has to steal and beg for food and ends up getting bullied away from the kids in the village. Getting his two tails pulled consistently and a bit of his fur pulled away. The fox couldn’t do much but to endure and take what he could and survive. Knowing that the risk was getting more dangerous for the boy and exploring deep into the island.

 Filled with wildlife and no other village in sight, Miles was at the end of his rope and thinking that this might be it for him.

 Until….he stumbles into a huge heap of junk.

….A junkyard. 

The blue eyes filled with wonder and curiosity and exploring through the garbage. Sure a lot of mobians think it’s just a pile of useless and broken things, but the fox thinks of a different way. This is pure treasure for Miles. Digging through more heaps of objects, he finds something that is actually in one piece which is a decent screwdriver. It’s a miracle that the tool actually works, which made Miles quite fixated on learning how to repair broken things into new. Eventually finding tools to survive on the island, from fixing a fishing pole and creating a decent shelter. There is no doubt that the boy is smarter than he looks. Miles fends and survives any predator, but it would not last too long since the village kids eventually find out about his hideaway. 

Feeling pelted by many items and trying to take shelter, but unfortunately he gets hit by a sharp rock which knocks him out. Feeling the blood dripping down from his face and couldn’t move from being grabbed by the kids while forced to watch his shelter torn down into pieces. Getting his tails pulled as he starts to burst into tears and feels the punches and pushes into submission. With some miracle, Miles scrambles out of there and runs away. All he can hear is taunts. The same taunts that his parents called him.

“Yeah! get outta here ya freak!”

Suddenly within a flash, he felt a gust of wind behind and followed by screams. Miles paused to turn around the kids running away back to the village. The hedgehog shakes his fist in anger at the kids as Miles looks stumped at the mobian in confusion and then looks away with a frown. The blue hedgehog goes to check the fox with concern. 

“...Let me guess…You’re gonna bully me too?”

The hedgehog was hesitant to answer and took a deep breath to respond to the poor fox. 

“Ah…N-No. You…You look like y-you need help.”

Miles raises a brow and feels his defenses waiver in curiosity. The answer from the hedgehog sounded so genuine.

“....No one helped me for years….I….Thank you.” 

The hedgehog smiles, such a pure genuine smile and offers a handshake. “Name’s Sk-S-Sonic! What’s yours?”

The Fox couldn’t help but to smile and take the warm hand in return and slightly grips into a handshake. 

“My name is….” 

Back to the Present

A hand is pressed into the ruins as Wren takes a deep breath and studies at any glimpse of clues left behind from the Ancients. Skyler approaches him with a forced grin and a wave. 

“Wren! Any clues to get outta here?”

The fox looks over and sees that his big brother is clearly in pain. Knowing that Skyler always masks his feelings to everyone and even him. With a nod and a smile. “Almost, I’ve been slowly figuring out more about this place.” Wren takes a pause and with no hesitations to unleash his feelings.

“You know, This whole experience gave me a kind of clarity.” His heart paces frantically, yet he knows deep inside he needs to let this out. “When this is all over…I think I need to go it alone for awhile. You can’t grow into my full potential if I always fall back on you.If that’s okay!”  

Skyler looks back at his little brother with a grin and chuckles. 

“You’re free to go your own way.” I guess you grew up on me a little faster than I expected. Heh…Heck you’re growing every inch closer to my height every day.” 

Seeing the young fox growing through the years, he couldn’t even believe that this was the frail fox that he met in the South West Islands. Seeing the young boy growing right up to his neck is just something that took awhile to get used to. Even the bright orange fur has slowly taken in more patches of darker fur. Looking more and more mature even for a teen.

Wren felt a relief and couldn’t help, but to quip back with a grin. “Are you saying that I outpaced you?”

Skyler grins in return and pushes back with a teasing tone. “Yeah don’t push it bro.” It made the fox giggle in response and the hedgehog sighs. “Not gonna lie, it’s gonna take some getting used to, but…” Sky offers his hand for a handshake. “Here’s to you reaching new heights, partner.”  and Wren accepts his hand, but his hand goes right through his. The two stare at each other and start busting out laughing.

Meanwhile Sage was watching at a distance and felt tears forming in her eyes. 

“Such a beautiful friendship. A family born of love and not genetics. Everything I want….I wish I’d never seen this.”

Covering their face as her form starts to ficker and change. Covering her ears from the pure joy from the two mobians. They didn’t understand why she was feeling these new emotions. 

“It was so much easier accepting the future when they were simply enemies.” 

Main Verse Update Drabbles: Pt.1 / Pt.2 / Pt3: Current / Final

[more-than-i-can-say-blog]

26. We’re doing okay at being friends, sometimes it doesn’t even hurt anymore, when I remember that we’re, you know, just friends. I’m one year sober, in a few days. A couple weeks ago I tried to hang myself in my hospital room bathroom. The very mind that is mine, overtaken with thoughts of hatred and nothingness. But today, today I was here. I was alive to celebrate my oldest sons birthday.

25. I keep drinking. Hundreds of bottles of crown have passed through this void. Never to fill it. Never to even make a puddle. Im drunk all the time. Slurring words and ruining lives. Ripping apart our relationship at its very seams. The love I have for you is real. I don’t know why I do the things I do.

24. I’ve lost my best friend. And the last of the three people who raised me. Drunken autopilot.

Break up, make up, break up, make up.

Last year I fell in love. The kind of love that only nicholas sparks can dream up.

23. Last month of the year and boy was it the best. Peer pressure turned out to be a party. And luck was in my favor this time. Her name is cait. Caitlin. With an I. Apparently it was special to her that I knew that. I knew my whole life I wasn’t meant for a man. And now I’ve found my reason why.

My grandma got diagnosed with breast cancer. Heartbreak. One I’ve never felt before. Like somehow I was living. But for days I was on autopilot, shut off from the world but somehow also shut off from myself I morned her death while she was still alive, liquor always helps the hurt.

22. We welcomed our third baby boy.

My friend and I have some drinks. I kinda like alcohol. But I have to be careful, my families both have alcoholics.

21. We welcomed a second baby boy.

20.

19. We welcomed a baby boy this year.

18. We welcomed a baby girl this year. My uncle passed away. He was like my best friend.

17. I met a guy online, he says I’m the girl of his dreams. Maybe I was meant to be with a guy. Maybe those thoughts about girls were a phase. Maybe I’m normal. The pills stopped.

Oh my god, I’m pregnant.

16. My virginity was stolen by a monstrous, evil man. Feelings of hate start growing. I hate you. I hate everything about you. Before I really knew you, I looked up to you.

You ripped to shreds, the very fabric of my innocence. Now my self worth is based on what people think of me. I live my life with flashbacks and paranoia.

I slept with one guy that I actually through was cool. Until I lost our baby and he never spoke to me again.

15. Another psych stay.

14. Another psych stay.

Hey pills. How are ya? Percocet, vicodin, tramadol, they numb your pain right? Emotional pain too?

13. I don’t quite remember exactly when it started. The autopilot. I got put in a psych unit for “at risk youth”

Drinking pretty fun.

12. I kissed my best friend this year. I told her how I felt about girls, and she feels the same way. I’m not alone.

11. Boy crazy. But, that girl on tv is catching my attention.

10. Why don’t boys interest me like they do my peers? Boy crazy.

9.

8. I don’t know why I feel like this. I’m so young yet my mind is so dark. Full of self hate. I got suspended because a teacher caught me throwing my bloody razor in the bathroom garbage can. I don’t think I’m normal.

7. The older girl across the street molested me. Though I don’t know that word nor the action until much later.

6.

5. Kindergarten is really fun. I really love my teacher.

4.I see aunt lora when I go to daycare. She works in the kitchen, I see her a lot.

3.

2.

1. My grandmother took me in at two months old. Freshly home from the nicu, born 10 weeks early and almost died from rsv.

0. I bet my mom was so happy. When she found out she was having a girl. I bet she loved me so much.

[hyesungxvc]

hey yo!! welcome to my lame ass intro post! i’m bambi (they/them, est, 21+) and i present you my gremlin son, the sarcastic af, gun obsessed, always ready to throw down hyesung. that gif right there is what he looks like right before he is about to roast the hell out of you, btw. if your muse does not want to punch his face in at least once during their interaction then i am not playing this boy right!! below is his page links and my poor excuse of tl;dr of his bio! my plots/connections page is still a wip but i’m still down for plotting either on tumblr or on d.iscord so just let me know!! can’t wait to write with all of you <333

STATS | BIO | PLOTS | PINTEREST | PLAYLIST

i promise the plots page will get done eventually,,,, i’m just... lazy akskskd

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because i might forget otherwise...

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TL;DR BIO

TW: parental death, child neglect, implied child abuse, physical assault, physical abuse, murder, mentions of contemplating suicide

born aug 27th, 1999 to two loving aesteri parents. i mean it when i say they adored him. they worked hard to have him. his grandfather, however, didn’t really care much for his existence.

for the first few years of his life hyesung wanted for nothing. his grandfather owned a successful company and both his parents worked for him, so they had money to... throw around basically.

sadly, around the time he was five his parents passed away. it was considered ‘under mysterious circumstances’ and to this day hyesung can’t find any information on what happened to them but this lead his grandfather to be his legal guardian.

grandpa lee did not care for hyesung at all. he was just someone he needed to have around to run his company after he passed. they did not get along well because, surprise surprise! he never truly tried to connect with hyesung on an emotional level.

so he’s left alone to grieve and figure out his own feelings which... works out as well as you expect. he begins to act out: breaking things, hitting his tutors and caretakers, and even fighting other children that lived in their neighborhood.

needless to say, hyesung grew more angry and jaded as the years went by. he would often be thrown into the back of police cars and brought home because he was caught stealing or fighting. it was his only real way of getting attention from anyone.

roughly around the time he was thirteen he met his first love: guns. ♥ he noticed the gun holstered on the officers waist as he toyed with it and needless to say, hyesung became fascinated. he began the hobby of researching them and learning all he could about them, longing for the day he could own one himself.

he got that opportunity years later thanks to a event that was held by his grandfathers company. he was put in a room with other wealthy, spoiled children and one of them showcased their fathers rare gun. hyesung wanted it badly and what do we do when we want something, kids? we steal it!

him bringing it home make his obsession solid, and he began to steal parts and other smaller weapons he could to add to his collection. he began to work on them when he had free time and eventually made his first custom gun. it didn’t work but he didn’t care because he made it with his blood, sweat and tears. he began to work on them more and more, bringing in other weaponry as his confidence grew. eventually he was doing it all the time.

BUT!! it wasn’t enough to fill the ~void~ in his chest and, like most sad, lonely teens, he turned to the internet and joined a forum that made him feel more at home then his own. it was a gateway to other things, such as shady dealings and hackers. not one to ignore his curiosity, he began teaching himself how to hack and because he’s a perfectionist with a desire to be seen as the best, he got really good at it.

eventually he felt comfortable enough to start selling parts and customized weaponry, and it was going great. until it didn’t. he met a regular client at the desired spot but instead of their deal he was set up, thrown to the ground and beaten, all his stuff stolen from him. needless to say, it haunted him for a WHILE. to make matters worse?? yeah, he caught a charge!! blessedly they were dropped but that did nothing to stop his grandfather from being terribly upset, so much so that he fully disowned his grandson and threw him out on the street.

seventeen, homeless and angry, he built himself again from the ground up, but not before he hacked his grandfather out of a good bit of money. he moved out his raggedy apartment into a nicer one, got a decent part time job, and began reselling again but under a new alias. he even found the man who destroyed his life and lovingly put a end to him <333

still, he’s sad and empty and lonely and with having literally no one, he feels like what’s the point of living? luckily, he finds the howlers and the rest is history!!! he slowly moves his way up the ladder by showcasing his talents, eventually securing his spot as their weapons expert and tech extraordinaire. cha-ching!

QUICK HEADCANONS

he is disgustingly loyal to his gang. he will kill you no hesitation if told to, would not care if you were his best friend. the gang is literally the only family he has.

has a big sweet tooth. like, HUGE. cakes, candies, sweet drinks—he loves them all. it’s probably his biggest weak spot aside from guns. you could earn a SINGLE brownie point if you buy him a bag of gummy bears, which is more points then most people have, honestly.

likes to fight and it’s mostly because he likes having someone’s sole attention on him. he will recklessly pick fights sometimes just because he can. he also likes to admire the bruises after fights because they go away quickly thanks to his natural alien healing abilities.

weirdly enough he does have a soft spot for plush things and his room has a few plush dolls scattered though out. he would rather DIE, however, then ever admit that to anyone.

if you ever played c.yberpunk 2.077, he is comparable to the character judy alvarez. just far more angsty and aggressive but still just as snarky and smart.

[nepentheansea]

Problems

© Skyebounded, do not use my work, but you may share it.

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premise: When is enough, enough?

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Angst, swearing, gaslighting, talk about drugs, toxic relationship, it think that's mostly it, but there could be more. (typical Rafe stuff)

Word Count: 4.0K

A/N: Hello Lovelies 💙  I have been working on this for a little bit now, and I hope that you guys like it. It's straight-up toxic, so this one goes out to all the other mentally ill bitches (like myself) out there, LOVE YOU GUYS.

Also shout out to @glodessa​ for helping me out with this as well, Love ya bestie, thank you for your help!

You had done this far too many times to count, each one pushing you closer and closer to the end. You were racing down the windy back roads, going twenty over as you navigate your way through the cut. There had only been a handful of times that you had found yourself racing down these roads, and most of them had been during the day. This rare occasion, however, had you driving around each curve, practically blind at three am. 

You had tucked yourself into bed a little past ten, not at all expecting to get a call from an unknown number around two-fifty in the morning. If you hadn’t felt that nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach, you probably wouldn’t have answered it, but you did. You didn’t expect whoever was on the end of the line to tell you ‘come get your boy, I ain’t dealing with his ass anymore!” followed by a text with an address attached to it. 

You knew deep down what it meant, what he was doing. That's how you found yourself scrambling to find a t-shirt to cover your naked body, before running out the door. Now here you were, three miles from your destination, tears building in your eyes, fuming with anger and praying to God he was okay. 

You pull yourself to a complete halt in front of a dumpy-looking trailer, as your nav alerts you ‘You’ve reached your destination’  On any other given day if the situation was different, you would be wary of getting out here. The place was littered with all sorts of shit. Garbage and random pieces of furniture were scattered throughout the yard. 

You climb out of your car, quickly wiping your puffy tear-filled eyes, slamming the door behind you, no care when you hear it echo loudly. Cool air stings your heated cheeks, as you march up to what you presume is the front door. You bang on the door, beating it down until the door flies open. The guy standing before you didn’t look familiar, you had never seen him before, and if you were being honest you were glad for it. He screamed trouble. His thin black hair was in a greasy ponytail, his facial hair unkempt and not to mention, the dingy wife beater and cargo shorts he was wearing. 

    “Where is he?” you ask blatantly. 

His eyes trail your form, a smug grin on his face. “Oh shit, so you’re Mrs. Country Club?” he steps aside, allowing for you to come in. “He’s through there.” He adds, pointing down the hall. As you make your way further through the trailer, the smell begins to singe your nose. You spot Rafe sitting on the couch, setting up what you could only assume was one of many lines on the table in front of him. Your jaw tightens, anger coursing through you. You make your way over to him, expecting him to look up at you, but he doesn't seem to notice you at all. You kneel down, waiting for him to go for the line, only to have you blow it out from under him, watching it turn to a cloud of dust before him.

His eyes meet yours, pupils blown and lids heavy. If looks could kill, you’d surely be dead, his glare was one of ice. You notice the way it softens momentarily when he realizes it’s you. 

    “What the fuck are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here!” he pauses his eyes flicking up the length of you, “What the fuck are you wearing?” 

On any other given occasion, you would have found his protectiveness over your outfit to be cute, but right now, it was nothing short of annoying. You bring yourself to really look at him, wondering what drove him here this time, wondering if it was sheer boredom or if he had fought with his father again.

    “I could ask you the same fucking thing, Rafe, and what I am wearing is not the problem right now!” You say through gritted teeth. You stand up, your hands finding your waist.

    “You’re very wrong if you think that what you are wearing isn’t a problem...The fucking problem is you aren’t wearing anything!” he bites back. You could tell he was getting angry, watching the way his jaw flexes, or the way his eyes fall shut as if he can't bring himself to look at you. 

    “I think you look good.” you hear the guy behind you speak up.

    “You better shut your fucking mouth, Barry!” Rafe snaps. You ignore both of them, looking around and collecting Rafe’s phone and keys off the table. 

    “Get up, we’re leaving,” you demand, ushering him to stand up. 

    “Don’t!” he barks. He stands up, his figure looming over your small one. It's then that you notice how rough he looks. His forehead is beaded in sweat, his hair a tangled mess, strands of it sticking to his face. He looked like he hadn’t slept or even showered for days, and it made you wonder how long he had really been here. Unbelievable. All you give him in response is a cold glare. 

“Don't fucking treat me like that.” His jaw tenses and his eyes narrow on you. 

You want so badly to put him in his place, to tell him off for everything, but you weren’t about to lay into him, not while you had an audience. You knew that it was bound to be an emotional roller-coaster and you didn’t want anyone else to see when you ultimately broke down in tears. 

You turn your head when you hear Barry laughing behind you. 

    “Is something funny to you?” you snap. A wide grin spreads across his face as he shakes his head slowly. 

    “It’s just funny the way he's more concerned with your outfit than anything else.” he laughs. You hear Rafe stir behind you, turning your head, you glare at him as if telling him to stand down before you turn your attention back to Barry. 

    “You know you seemed to be rather amused with this whole thing when in fact none of it is funny, it's sick.” you spit. Barry sits down in a chair, fiddling with the loose fabric on the arm of it. 

    “You’ve done this before, ain’t you?” He raises his brow, his eyes flicking between you and Rafe. “You’re pretty good at it.” 

You exhale loudly, rolling your eyes. A few too many times, you think.             

“Let’s go.” you turn to look at Rafe to make sure he understood before you turn to leave. You couldn’t get out of there fast enough. As soon as you hit open air, you take it all in as if you had been starved of it. 

    “Do you always let her talk to you like you're her bitch?”  Barry calls out to the pair of you. 

You turn around, ready to knock the smug look on his face. Marching over to him, your fists clenched at your side, interjected by Rafe’s arm wrapping around your waist and lifting you off the ground. You kick against him slightly, but there was no real way you were going to be able to fight against him. 

    “You better fucking watch your mouth, Barry,” Rafe calls back.

Rafe sets you down once you reach the car. You ball up your fist and hit his chest. 

    “Do not manhandle me!” you gripe.

    “Why did you come here? I don’t need your help,” he responds.

You were really trying your hardest to keep your composure, but he was making it so very difficult. At this point, you were ready to just leave him there and say forget it, but the little knot in your stomach was telling you that you could never do that to him. 

    “Is that so, Rafe? It was your boy over there who called me to come and get you, so get your ass in the damn car.” 

You were feeling too many emotions to even distinguish which ones you had control over, and if you engaged with him for too long, you were bound to break. 

    “Rafe, you forgetting something?” Barry calls out. 

Your eyes dart between them, wondering what it is that they could be talking about. 

    “I don’t have it right now, Barry,” You look at Rafe, and it almost looked like he was embarrassed, but you doubted it. Barry gives him a look, as if saying ‘that's not good enough’  before he turns to look at you, the smug grin still on his face. 

    “How bout you, you got it?” 

Realization sets in. You look at Rafe whose face has a stern look spread across it now. 

    “Barry, leave her out of this, I will get it!” He says firmly. 

Barry didn’t seem to care what Rafe was saying, that much was clear. 

    “How much does he fucking owe you?” You ask, grinding your teeth together. 

    “Do not answer that! Y/n get in the fucking car.” Rafe demands, but you ignore him. 

    “About two-fifty, give or take,” Barry remarks. 

You open the driver-side door, fishing for your wallet in the center console, ignoring Rafe’s attempts to stop you. Pulling out everything you had in your wallet, you make your way back to Barry. 

    “Here, consider his debt paid.” you throw the cash at him, watching his smile grow like some gross gesture as if he was getting pleasure from this whole exchange. You make your way back to the car, making no attempt to talk to Rafe as you open the door to the driver's side and climb in, shutting it before anything else could be said. Once the door shuts you exhale the breath that you didn’t realize you had been holding. You could feel the tears building up in your eyes, burning, along with the rapid beating of your heart. 

This was the very reason you hadn’t wanted to get into it with Rafe while you were inside. You didn’t want to cry in front of him let alone his newfound friend. You were starting to feel numb, numb to everything. You couldn’t do it anymore, and he knew that. You never asked anything of him, not once, but when you found out about his little habit, you asked him to quit it. Quit with the bullshit, the lies, and the drugs, and he did. Then not soon after things were good, you had found him back at it, and you told him that you were done. He had told you in his desperation, that he was sorry and that he would quit, he would quit for you. He promised you, again and again. 

You never considered that it would be that hard, when the benefit was so much more fulfilling especially because you would do anything for him, die for him, steal for him, even kill for him, but all you asked in return is for him to quit.

He lied. Again and again, he lied. 

You close your eyes for a brief moment, letting the tears that had formed in your eyes trickle down your cheeks before you open them. The passenger’s door opens and Rafe climbs in, shutting the door rather forcefully. You sniffle and wipe the tears away before he could see. You type in your address into the navi before pulling away from the dumpy trailer. 

    “What the fuck, Rafe?” you accuse. 

He cranes his head to look at you. 

    “What?” he asks. The annoyance, already building in his tone. 

You think carefully about what you want to say. Part of you just wants to sweep it under the rug and make sure he’s okay, forgetting that it ever happened, whereas the other part of you felt like it was suffocating you. 

    “You promised me you would quit.” you pause, turning your head to glance at him. His gaze was still ice as he looks back at you. “You promised me you were done.”

He rolls his eyes, leaning back into his seat. He runs his hands through his hair with a deep sigh. 

    “It was just one time, I have quit. I really don’t understand why you’re mad right now.” 

You scoff, you knew what one time meant. You had heard it enough in your life to know that it was never just one time. You’re not even sure why you were expecting him to apologize. Perhaps it was because you were still holding on to hope for him, for your relationship, but It was a stupid notion. 

“That’s fucking bullshit, and we both know it, Rafe. I’m mad that you can’t just be honest with me! I’m mad that I had to run out of my house at three am because your friend called me telling me to come get your ass.” 

Your blood was starting to boil as you spoke. You grip the steering wheel tighter, your knuckles turning white.

    “Can you just not right now, I really don’t want to get into this with you.” he sighs.

His attitude bothered you more than anything. It was like he couldn’t see the problem in what he was doing, like he could do it just once, and then he wouldn’t do it again. In all honesty, it broke your heart to see him this way, especially because he usually only did it when something was bothering him. 

    “What was it this time, was it your dad? Did you guys get into another fight?” 

When it came to the topic of his father, Rafe would always get defensive, and for what reason, you didn't know. It always struck a nerve, and if you weren’t careful you could end up hitting the wrong nerve. You turn to look at him. His eyes were closed, and his jaw tightened. You had struck something. You didn’t need to see his eyes to know that. 

    “Rafe.” you prod. 

He opens his eyes, and you can see the crazy behind them. 

    “Shut up!...Shut up! Just fucking shut up. I told you not now!” 

He throws his hands up indicating for you to keep quiet, but tonight was not the night you were going to listen. You pull the car to a halt on the side of the road, nearly crashing into a nearby tree in the process. Rafe falls forward, his arm his only protection from hitting the dashboard. 

“What the fuck!” He turns to you, his eyes glinting with rage. You rip your seatbelt off and climb out of the car, you need air. The crisp morning air burning your heated cheeks. You hear Rafe’s door slam shut, the sound of it echoing in the open air. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” 

You glare at him as he storms around the car until he is only feet in front of you. 

    “What’s my problem! What’s my fucking problem, Rafe?” you throw your arms back in frustration, laughing frantically. 

    “This! This is my fucking problem! You are my fucking problem!” you shout. 

He takes a step back, his head cocking slightly and his eyes widening. 

“Oh, I’m the fucking problem? You know what, If anyone should have a goddamn problem it's me! Look at you, you are running around half fucking naked letting everyone see you!” he steps closer, his hand immediately warped around your throat as he applied pressure to your trachea. “You are my fucking girlfriend, and this is not for anyone else to see but me!” His finger gestures up and down the length of your body. You exaggeratedly shrug it off, rolling your eyes. 

“You’re pathetic,” you scoff, watching as his jaw tenses. “Everything you do and say is fucking pathetic. Your excuses are fucking pathetic, Rafe!” you add. You were barely able to breathe despite being engulfed in the crisp morning air. You couldn’t seem to inhale enough of it. The panic starts rising and you feel as if your lungs were beginning to collapse. You hear him let out a scoff, shaking his head slowly trying to make sense of what you were saying. He lets go of your throat, inching back just a little. 

    “What do you want from me? Honestly! What more do you want?!” he demands, “I fucking quit, for you! You asked me to and I did it, so I don’t understand what the issue is here.”

He steps closer to you, your only response is backing up. He notices it and his expression of anger falters and his worry fills it a moment before he shakes it off. He runs his hands through his hair and turns around.

    “Oh! And what the hell was that back there? Thinking you can talk to me like that in front of other people, not okay!” he adds.

“Oh give it a rest! That is not the issue right now! You know what I want, I want you to keep your promises, Rafe! I want you to stop with the sorry ass excuses and grow up! But you can’t, can you, you are a fucking child?” you scream. 

You watch him pace back and forth, shaking his head. He gives you no response, which only fuels more from you. 

    “Are you even fucking listening to me?” you step forward, inching closer to him. “Hello!”

He stops and faces you, a crazed look in his eyes. 

“You know what, everything I do is for you, for us!” he exclaims.

You let out a scoff, rolling your eyes. “You are fucking delusional!” you snort, turning on your heel. You wanted to put a little distance between you, get away from him for a moment. You were suffocating and you needed space.  

“Don’t walk away from me!” he calls, “Y/n, don’t you fucking walk away from me!” he yells. You could hear him close behind you, shouting your name in the process. You could hear the hint of desperation in his voice, and it tugged at you, urging you to turn around and let him win. To let him convince you that everything was fine and that he would somehow make it better. He grabs your arm, spinning you around to face him. His hand wraps around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. 

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”  His hold on you firm, establishing the control he had on you. His worried eyes, searching yours for something, drifting down to your lips. 

“I fucked up, but I meant it when I told you that I would quit,” he says, his voice softening as if he were actually sorry, but you knew better. 

“But it doesn’t mean anything Rafe, it never does. All you do is lie and lie and lie, and I can’t take it anymore.” you exhale, your breath shaky as well as your body, “you do nothing but give me empty promises, you drain me of everything! I can’t even breathe when I'm with you. I am so worried about you all the fucking time. I am so goddamn tired of it!” you scream, your chest heaving. 

“I didn’t fucking ask you to, you did that on your own!” he says back. 

You snicker, letting your head fall back and your eyes fall closed. “Are you kidding me! You are actually so fucking delusional.” you pause, your eyes narrow on him, watching the way his jaw locks, and the way his eyes fall closed momentarily.  “You know what Rafe, I am done, I am not doing this anymore.” 

Rafe grabs your arm, drawing you closer to him. Leaning down so that his face is inches from yours. “See I don’t think you are.” he laughs.  “You know why..?” he whispers. You swallow hard, fighting the urge to cry as you meet his eyes. Dark and sinister. “It’s because you need me. You can’t live without me, Y/n….tell me, what are you going to do without me? Hmm?” Rafe’s eyes fall to your lips, slowly tracing your face before his eyes meet yours once more. Rafe catches your lips with a hard kiss, claiming you in his own sick and twisted way. You allow yourself a mere moment to indulge in it, nothing but a pure second before you’re pulling away, shoving him off of you. Before you have time to register it, your hand flies across his face. 

“No! You don't get to do that!” you huff. You urge yourself to take a step back, but you can't, you can't move. “You don’t get to act like everything is okay, ‘cause it's not!” You try to catch your breath. “I am done, Rafe! I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you, but I am done, I am so fucking done, we are done!” You take a heavy exhale, your heart racing, the tears that you had vowed to keep in, now following freely from your eyes. You were shaking, standing there watching as he processed it all, rubbing his face lightly.  Nothing but a scoff and a shake of his head. His lip juts out, as he mumbles a soft “okay, okay.” 

You don't know what to feel. You thought that somehow you would feel relieved, that in some way you would feel at peace over it all, but you felt nothing but a nagging ache in the pit of your stomach. You felt as if you could throw up from it all.

    “Get in the fucking car,” you say, your voice just barely above a whisper. You slowly but surely make your way back, opening the door and climbing in. Brushing your hands over your face, you wipe away the remnants of the tears, pulling yourself together when Rafe slides in next to you. 

You don't bother to look at him as you start the car, and pull back onto the road. You don’t want to know what he’s thinking, feeling, you're not even sure yourself what you were feeling. You start to wonder if you made the wrong decision. Part of you wanted to forgive him and forget everything. To go back to pretending that everything was okay and that you were without a doubt happy. As you drive in silence, you let all of the good times consume you, flooding your mind, and you think that you did make the wrong decision. That he was right, you couldn’t be without him, but then all of the bad begins to seep through, consuming all of the good memories. 

All the times that he had left you alone, worried about what could possibly be happening to him. All the times that he had missed dates, events, and his only apology were expensive gifts that had no meaning other than an empty promise., or even all the times that you had to deal with him when he was so messed up with nowhere to go other than you. You had been drowning, drowning through all of it. 

You pull into his driveway, pulling the car to a halt, and putting it in park. You don’t say anything, you can’t, you just wait for him to leave. You hear him scoff, as he opens the door, climbing out. 

    “You’ll be back, you always are. See you soon, angel.” he closes the door, leaning through the window, “I love you.,” he says with a grin, blowing you a kiss. 

It's then that you knew that no matter what he did or what he continues to do, you would be back because he was right, you couldn’t live without him. 

[seokiloquy]

Pearlescent Pt 1 - Iwaizumi Hajime

Au: Merpeople

Requested (kind of)

Tags/Warnings: GN!reader, That’s about it.

Word Count: 1.8k

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5

You had seen him a few times while wandering up and down the length of the beach. A towel draped over his legs and a pile of seashells in his lap, the boy would pick one up, scratch at it with a small pocket knife, and then feed a small string through the carved hole. He seemed rather stoic in his concentration, brows pushed down and mouth curved in a natural frown. As you passed, you noticed his hair becoming more spiked as it began to dry off.

“Your eyes aren’t glued. Look somewhere else,” Hanni hissed, digging an elbow into your side.

Your head spun to her. “I— What— No—”

“Don’t try to deny it. Since we got here, you’ve hardly picked up a single piece of trash. Your pockets are filled with beach glass and seashells, and you’ve been staring at him every chance you get,” she scoffed with a teasing grin. “When I asked if you wanted to go swimming, you just said, ‘huh, okay, ya.’”

“And?” Your voice raised.

“You can’t swim.”

“Good point. Look,” you huffed, glancing over your shoulder at the boy, “he’s just interesting? He looks good, and he’s making something.”

Hanni sighed, “You have a type for scary-looking buff guys with a hobby.”

“That’s not true!” You shook, causing the glass and shells in your pocket to jingle.

“Don’t lie. If you’re not going to pick up trash, at least do something productive and talk to him.”

“No way.”

Hanni’s eyes flicked over your shoulder. “He’s looking at you?”

“Heh?” You turned around, catching the boy’s eyes as he paused his craft. “Shit, he is. Hanni—”

“Cool, have fun!” She printed off the bag of garbage bouncing against her hip.

“Hanni!”

You were left with a heavy stare shared with the stranger as he threaded his shells blindly. Raising a brow, he nodded, gesturing to the plot of sand beside him. With pinched lips, you came to the startling realisation that he had heard everything.

Kicking through the sand, you rushed to sit at the man’s side. “I’m so sorry. That was so rude of me. I didn’t mean to be a creep.”

“It’s fine.” He wore a sharp grin, flashing his polished teeth. “I people-watch too.”

“It’s not exactly people-watching if it’s just one person.”

He laughed. “What’s your name?”

“(L/N), (Y/N). What’s yours?”

“Iwaizumi, Hajime. What brings you to the beach?”

Sighing and glancing back to where Hanni ran off, you adjusted your position to get your feet in the warm sand. “Yearly clean up. My class got sent to the beach to pick up garbage.”

“Well, it looks much cleaner than normal,” he tried to compliment.

“Hardly to do with any of my efforts,” you said, reaching into your pockets for the collection you gathered while walking along the shore. “I’ve been a bit distracted by something else.”

“Me?”

“Beach glass and seashells.”

“And me.”

You sighed, dropping the small objects into a small pile in the sand. “So what are you making anyways?”

“A gift. Though it seems all the good specimens have been collected already.” He looked at your pile with a grin.

Arms raised in surrender, you kneed the pile forward. It crumbled. “All yours. I don’t even know what I’d do with it all.”

Instead of picking a piece from your collection, Iwaizumi reached to his side and pulled a string out, slicing it down before handing it to you. “You can make your own.”

Raising a brow, you glanced at the thread. “Are you going to show me how? That looks a bit complicated.”

“I could, but shouldn’t you return to class?”

You didn’t even check before denying.

You went back every day during summer vacation. If the sun was out and the weather cared enough, you would wake up, get dressed and run out the door before anyone could wish you good morning. 

It was a change of pace, but it was all made worth it when you arrived at the sandy shore of your town and caught a glimpse of Iwaizumi working away on his gift.

“Are you here every day?” You asked after a couple days while trying your best to match his skill level at making these necklaces. 

“Pretty much. You can often find me on the sand if I’m not in the water. Or the other way around.” He tied a knot in his string before lifting up the design. “Tada.”

The shells and pieces of beach glass were primarily blue and white with the occasional earthy tone. They were all small, each around the size of your pinky nail and formed precisely with a practised hand to not make them break. Your necklace couldn’t even be compared with its clunky wrapping and forgotten pieces that broke in the process and couldn’t be added.

“Is the pearl in the middle?” you asked, brushing the pad of your thumb against the round surface hanging from the bottom by a bent wire. 

“Sure is.”

“Where did you get it? There’s no way you just found it on the sand, and pearls are expensive.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I just found it. I had to hunt for it.”

“Hunt?”

“Clams are sneaky little things.”

You blinked at Iwaizumi. “You’re saying you dove into the water and hunted clams to get pearls?”

“Ya.” He pointed down the length of the shore where the beach turned into a rock ledge. “There’s some over there every once and a while.”

“You’re insane.”

The rock ledge was infamous for causing broken bones and bruised brains. It wasn’t much trouble if you were even the tiniest bit careful. But often, teenagers found themselves calling the emergency line after a risky fall.

“Don’t worry, I don’t jump in.”

“Then… how do you get there?”

“By swimming, of course.”

You blinked at him, jaw slack. “I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“Then don’t say anything.” Grinning, he lifted the necklace and wrapped it around your neck, tying it in a knot.

“I thought you said it was a gift,” you said, adjusting it to lay comfortably before fiddling with the pearl in the middle.

“It is a gift. For you.”

As school started again, you saw Iwaizumi less and less. Besides the fact that every day was spent going to school and doing homework, you found that the times you would walk by the shore and glance over the sand, there was a severe lack of Iwaizumi’s presence.

To make up for not seeing him, you ensured that his necklace was always with you. It was always in reach for you to fiddle with. However, after being told off by your phys-ed teacher, it remained tucked into your uniform and out of sight.

Hanni encouraged you to check on your way back home. Just to see if he would be there, Just in case, because, just maybe, he would be.

He wasn’t there when you arrived. Nor was he appearing from any corner or street. No one was there. With the cold wind and overcast, you should have expected the beach to be relatively empty. But this was where Iwaizumi spent most of his time. Pausing for a moment, you fiddled with the pearl on your necklace and looked toward the rock ledge he had pointed out. If you were lucky, maybe he would be searching for more pearls.

Looking down the jagged edge of the stone wall, you pursed your lips and couldn’t help but think you were being ridiculous. Iwaizumi, as kind as he had been, was practically a stranger. A stranger that was able to woo you with his sharp features and ability to wrap and thread a beautiful piece of jewellery.

The water was splashing against the stone edge with every gust of wind. The movement disguised any visibility deep below the water’s surface. Had it been a nice day, you would have been able to see deeper. 

At the sight of a fish jumping above a wave, you lowered yourself to get a closer look, curiosity piqued. There was something, a shadow moving slowly beneath the whitecaps. The more it moved, the more fish jumped from the water. Shuffling to where people climbed out of the water, you cautiously took steps down, sitting on them to avoid losing balance. 

The fish kept leaping above the waves before crashing into them again. As you got to the bottom and sat comfortably on the most extensive flat ledge, another rocketed from the shallow depths and launched itself at you. You screamed as the footlong creature landed in your lap, immediately soaking through your uniform.

It flopped around, wriggling and smacking you as it desperately tried to aim toward the water, but it was futile without any limbs to propel it off you. You grabbed it, shutting your eyes as it wobbled in your grip, risking a smack to your face. Holding it out, you hoped that once you let go, you and it would be free from each other’s presence. 

You released your grip.

“Thanks!”

You screamed again. Thinking that suddenly you had fallen into a fairytale and accidentally kissed the fish like it were a prince disguised as a frog. But no.

“You’re a fish!”

“Not really,” Iwaizumi said, holding up your still squirming, scaly friend. “This is a fish.”

You coughed, trying to catch your breath. “You’ve got a tail!”

Pale blue, with a skin-like sheen similar to a dolphin, Iwaizumi’s torso stopped and turned into a long, finned tail of a merperson.

“I do.”

“You’re a fish.”

“A merman,” he huffed, brows pinching. He lowered his arm holding the fish, and raised the other, showing off a clam with a dark shell. “Were you looking for this?”

He seemed too relaxed. While you were feeling your heart pounding against your ribs, Iwaizumi waded in the water casually, with an almost bored expression.

“Uh, no. I was looking for you. You mentioned hunting for clams, so I thought….” you gulped, blinking. “Has this happened to you before?”

Iwaizumi huffed and swam forward, propping his elbows on the rock by your side. “Not to me. But a friend of mine can’t seem to keep himself out of trouble, so I’ve gotten used to the possibility that it could happen. You’re taking it much better than most, though. We usually have to erase their memory.”

You choked. “You can erase people’s memory?”

“No. But we can be very persuasive.”

His smile was too sharp, eyes curving with his cheeks.

“So…like a siren?”

“We’re the same, really.”

You shut your eyes, leaning back against the rock wall as you raised a hand to your chest so you could feel your racing heart.

“You still have the necklace.” Iwaizumi had his cheek pressed into his forearm, shoulders scrunched to his ears as he gave you a soft smile with pointed teeth. “Good.”

“Good? Should I be concerned?” You asked, fiddling with the pearl.

“Not if you don’t want to be.” He dropped the clam by your hip before pushing off the rock ledge. “Go to the beach tomorrow! I’ll be there. And don’t take off that necklace!”

Before you could ask anything else, he dove into the water, tail flicking up behind him. He was gone.

Post-secondary sucks. I wrote this a day before and the day of posting. It’s…. Probably gonna have a second part cause ya. - Bacon

Posted: 20/11/2022