#I don’t have the heart to say that I would rather classical or jazz or classic rock/blues

[waugh-bao]

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[azlan-snow]

Broadcast Husbands

Chapter Fourteen: Two to Tango

(Told from Vox’s POV)

That night, I talk to Al about the new info I received. “Al,” I call out, not finding where he was. “In the tower, mon cher,” I hear, his voice staticy and coming from his radio.

As I walk, I wonder if asking Charlie to free Al would be a good idea. Al would probably oppose such a thing, but it would be nice. But we don’t know who owns it. Not even me. And no matter how many times I’ve asked, I’ve always received the same answer: “Soon, my dear. Soon.” When the fuck is soon?

Entering the tower, I see Al signing off on his show, playing some classical jazz to signal his finale. “Hello, my dear. How can I be of assistance?” “I have info and a question.”

“Oh? Pray tell.”

“Charlie has the ability to break soul chains.”

“Really?” This piqued his interest. His signature smile with an eyebrow raised was displayed on his face, now fully engaged. 

“But Lucifer said her soul is too pure. She could destroy Heaven and Hell if she wanted, but can’t because of it.” He hummed at the statement, thinking about how to proceed with such info. 

“Do you think she’d be up to free you?” His radio noise cut off with a resounding screech, now looking rather annoyed.

“Vox. You know how I feel about this.

“I know, which is why I am asking instead of instantly doing it.”

“Vox. Do not ask the Princess to free me.”

“Why? That’s the one thing you want: Freedom. From her.”

“VOX.” The static in his voice rose exponentially, indicating that he was frustrated. 

“Please, Al. You aren’t the only one who wants you free. I do.”

“I know, but I don’t wish to bring such wrath upon this place. Seeing everyone here, happy disgusts me, but like you did, warms my dead black heart.”

“You don’t see it as just entertainment anymore. That’s good.”

“Don’t change the subject, Vox.” I laugh at his scowl, knowing how adorable it is. 

“Okay, okay. I won’t ask. But under one condition. You have to try.”

“Try what?”

“To be considerate. I know you hate people, but maybe getting other overlords on board with the hotel won’t be a bad idea.”

“Others? She has the strongest here to support her!”

“I know. You’re among us, babe. But talk to Rosie. Take Charlie and Husk with you. I have Overlord business to attend to with Carmilla. Okay?”

“Ugh. Fine, I will try.”

“Thank you. Goodnight, beloved.”

“Goodnight, mon cher.”

That morning, II wake up to the sound of arguments and explosions. Rushing down, I see Lucifer and Alastor fighting over who’s going to cook.

“I’m cooking ! Go away!” The King shouts at Al, but doesn’t display any signs of annoyance. 

“My liege, it is MY duty to cook for our patrons, which is something you need to accept!” Al wraps a tendril around Lucifer’s slim waist and throws his ass out into a chair in the main room. 

“Vox! Please help!” Charlie pulls at the sleeve of my pajamas to catch my attention, and in turn, accidentally shocking herself.  She yelps at the shock and sucks her finger. 

“Sorry! I haven’t been able to disperse any excess electricity yet. But okay.”  I enter the kitchen, seeing my husband seething, before standing on my tippy toes and kissing him like the teenager I am, causing his brain to overload. He stands there, processing what just happened, then begins to straighten his outfit, seeing as Lucifer messed up his most casual suit. 

“Al. Let the man cook for his daughter. Please.” He groans excessively and loudly, letting everyone know how annoyed this made him feel.

“Fine. Then I’ll do something else.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re not welcome.”

“Wouldn’t be the first.”

He teleports away, leaving me in a battered kitchen. 

“Clean your mess, Al!” And everything returned to its original condition.

“Thanks Vox!” Charlie hugs me, shocking herself again, the shock frizzing up her hair.

“Welcome Charlie.” I return to my room, exhaustion still within me as I plop back down on the bed. 

“You know it’s time to get up, right?” Alastor’s voice through the radio says, staticy and bright.

“Shut up, Al. I’m tired.”

“From what? What extraneous activity did you do?”

“I have to meet with the other Overlords today.”

“And you told me not to worry about that last night, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. BUt I still don’t want to do it.”

“Suck it up, Vox. Unless you want me to kill someone.”

“Ha! I know.”

“Good. Now, get dressed. I’ll see you off.”

“Tell Husk the same thing. He’s required to attend also.”

“He’s not going to be happy about that.”

“I don’t care. Carmilla said that I needed to bring him.”

“Interesting. Farewell.”

“See you soon.” I get out the bed again, and place my hands on the electric absorber to get rid of any excess electricity I had, and put on my Overlord suit that Rosie had made for me for my anniversary with Al, before heading downstairs and seeing Al and Husk by the door.

“Ya finally ready?” Husk gulps down a large amount of whiskey, knowing he’s not allowed to bring any with him.

“Yep. Let’s go.” 

“See you later, darling.”

“Bye Al.” We head out the door, and walk in the direction of Carmilla’s estate. As we walk, we chat and tell jokes, keeping the mood up before we’re at  the elevator, going up. We instantly are faced with Rosie, who is happy that I wore the suit she made me, but sad I didn’t bring Al to make things interesting. Once done with me, she takes Husk and drags him with her without another word to me. I laugh before taking my seat two chairs away from Rosie, being as the empty seat’s Al’s. Carmilla looks at me, a frustrated neutral look on her face, then disgust as Valentino and Velvette walk in, turning everyone’s mood sour, especially Carmilla’s.

“Welcome all, to this meeting. Thank you for all being in attendance. This year has been rather difficult for us, with deaths of sinners rising each extermination, not to mention the feuds between territories. I do hope this meeting will be beneficial to resolving such issues. With that, who has a complaint?”  

Valentino raises his hand, blowing out smoke before he speaks. “Miss Carmilla, if I may,” he says, accent prominent and voice sultry.

“Go ahead.” Her face looked like she was going to regret this.

“If Vox and Alastor, who isn’t present, were to give us the territory, it would make all of this easier.”

“Last time I checked, you attacked first, am I correct?”

“That’s correct, Carmilla,” I say, inserting myself into the debate. 

“Then why should he? He’s resisted all efforts from you, displaying his fortifications suitable for combat and heavy artillery.” Valentino looked at his partner, Velvette, who didn’t have any input.

“Then it’s decided. You shall cease all attacks on the two’s territory. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Now, Vox, I hear you and Alastor have a new piece of territory. Is that correct?”

“It is, along with Husk. All three of us are managing that section of the pentagram,” I say pointing to the location of the hotel on the map Carmilla has displayed. Husk looks up, meeting eyes with Carmilla, nodding, then returning to his cat nap. 

“Very well. Does anyone have anything else to add, or shall we close this up?” No one answered, so she took that as no one had anything left to say. “Then this meeting is concluded. You may all leave.” Everyone leaves in an orderly fashion except Zestial, which is normal.

“That went well, right?”

[theknightofivanhoe]

Justice League: Question’s Hard Drive Ch 2: Table for Two

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The journey in Question’s shiny royal blue 1960s Pontiac GTO was spent in deathly silence. Question himself focused on the road leading through the dimly-lit labyrinth of streets. Not a word was said between him or Huntress who sat looking out of the window. Right now Question’s mission had quite literally gone from infiltrating an office building in order to discover ties between CADMUS and Lex Luthor, to satisfying his scantily-clad, fiery-tempered vigilante girlfriend with a proper date in order to discover ties between CADMUS and Lex Luthor. Question was, Question was asking himself, which eating place could Huntress agree on without it being a front for the Court of Owls for instance? With all the connections that rattled through the detective’s head, the options were few.

“So, did you have a place in mind?” Question’s hushed inquiry pierced Huntress’ virtually unknown train of thoughts and she inclined her striking, tan face towards him. “The Princess of Mars club includes some rooftop tables.” she suggested, smirking romantically as she propped her elbow on the windowsill of her door and rested her head on her fist. “We can gaze up at the stars while we -.” “That’s a negative.” This terse response from the detective caught Huntress off guard. “I’m sorry?” she asked once she had processed this refusal. “That restaurant likely lets people on its roof so the Church of Blood has a vantage point to kidnap innocent families.” Question warned as he drove on. Huntress just pinched the bridge of her slim nose in despair. “Can we please not have another one of your idiot conspiracy theories again, Q? I’m worn out from tonight’s mission.” “Well I’ve got mountains of information to search if we’re going to connect CADMUS to Luthor.” Question replied intently. “Q, all I’d like is for us to just take it easy first, just for tonight.” Huntress protested. “Learn to work hard...and play hard.” She finished this with a devilish grin spreading on her lips, eyebrows bobbing up and down under her mask. This, along with how Huntress crossed her naked legs, was enough to send Question’s heart racing and remind him why their bond grew so strong since he joined in her pursuit of crime lord Steven Mandragora.

“So, how does some jazz and pasta at Brando’s Pastaria sound?” Huntress asked again. “That has Snaky Doyle’s name on it.” Question objected, but Huntress scoffed. “Snaky my butt! Anyway if you spot anything wrong, let your girl handle it.” “Like how you handled Black Canary?” Question shot back rather wryly. That got Huntress spluttering indignantly. “How about you don’t mention that blond bimbo in the middle of our date?” “I’m just saying - ” “Alright, one last try before I smash your head through the windshield; Corleone and Brazzi’s. And enough with your idiot conspiracies.” Huntress ended this with a certain amount of threat to her voice, facing the roadway again. “We went past the only lane that would have taken us there.” Question plainly told her. “...and?” Huntress asked, glaring at her bizarre admirer through the corner of her eye. “And there’s a good chance Corleone and Brazzi’s is a front for a sect of Kobr-” “Q!” “Okay, okay, Corleone and Brazzi’s it is!” The detective immediately backpedalled when Huntress sharply rounded on him again. The Pontiac was taken in an immediate u-turn now that the decision had been made. “Sometimes I wonder how…” Huntress muttered with a palm to her forehead. “Eccentric charm…” Question reminded her, focusing through his blank mask on the new route. This made Huntress smirk, her smokey dark eyes fixed on him and she propped her chin on her fist again. “Can’t argue with that…”

Corleone and Brazzi’s was not too shabby, a vast multi-storey restaurant in a thriving part of Hub city with classical-style pillars, statues and plants in large urns. Buzzing with relatively mild activity, the restaurant had men in tuxedos eating and drinking with ladies in elegant gowns and gentle piano music twinkling in the background over all the polite chatter. “Name…?” a moustached man standing over the guest list, the restaurant host, asked the figure that stepped up to him. “Question.” came the low, mysterious voice that caused the host to pause and look up at the visitor in the blue fedora and trench coat. “Questio - I’m sorry, I don’t quite foll - AAH!” He nearly leapt a foot in the air at the sight of a face that looked like nothing but skin, with no eyes, nose or mouth to speak of! Rooted to the spot as Question himself just fixed him with an eyeless stare, the host shivered all over. Other staff and guests stopped what they were doing in confusion and shock at what they heard. But the figure in the fedora lowered his head so the brim obscured his face before everyone else could also get a glimpse. The host, to whom Question had shown his masked face, could only stand up against his desk staring at him in pure fear. What was he to do?

“Don’t mind my date, sweetie.” A raven-haired woman appeared at Question’s side, smiling reassuringly. Out of her mask, gloves and boots and now wearing a gloss-black high-neck, sleeveless minidress with a pair of fashionable stiletto sandals and a black satchel slung on her shoulder, Helena lay a hand on Question’s shoulder while coiling her other arm snugly around his lower torso. “It’s not often Q-utie here ‘faces’ life at its fullest, is it, baby doll?” “…Table for two, please?” Underneath his mask, Question didn’t seem to take Helena’s teasing very well. “Name of Question and Helena…” Still nervous at this seemingly faceless man, the moustached host decided they didn’t look like they would cause any harm, hopefully. “Uhh…yes, yes, uh, certainly, Mr - uh - Question - uh - sir… We have - ah - ah, Table 5, it’s right - right by - by the window…you can hear the pianist pretty clearly, uh, sir…” he stammered, shakily writing on his list. His nervousness made it hard to jot the letters down. “You’re a peach, hun.” Helena commented in a sultry way, gently pulling Question along by his waist as her stilettos clicked across the waxed floor tiles.

“‘Faces life?’ Seriously?” Question hissed under his hat’s brim as they waded past the slightly apprehensive guests who he had to keep from seeing his mask. “Come on, Q! Is a sense of humour too conspiratorial for you too?” asked Helena who strutted beside him enjoying how people glanced at how gracefully she moved, not to mention her choice of attire. “It was Christmas cracker-tier.” Question said indignantly, “In fact, Christmas crackers are being looked into in connection with the - ” “What about the boys checking me out?” Helena interrupted his conspiracy-based rambling with a sly look. “You looking into that?” The minidress she now wore over her leotard didn’t show off her legs quite as much as the latter, but its hem was still short to the point of dangerous, earning some glances from some of the well-dressed men at tables the couple went past. Question noticed one man turn his head in Helena’s direction, his shoulders clenching threateningly. Pulling away from Helena’s arm, he towered over the man in the tuxedo, looking rather intimidating even as his hat’s brim hid his blank mask. “Ah…” the man uttered, trying no to shrink in his chair. “Saw something on the floor - uh, dropped something - my bit of bread - thought I’d dropped my bread…” he blabbered, immediately turning to the meal he was having. “Strange. I didn’t notice any bread on the floor…” Question nearly growled his words out, before Helena pulled him away to prevent an escalation. “Not now, baby doll…” Another man snuck a glance at her, only to get a clap round the head from the woman sitting next to him!

A reminder; Huntress is pretty sensitive to any mentions of Black Canary after their first battle in 'Double Date.'

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

[4dtk]

jaehyun as a bf

anon: “your writing brings me butterflies i love it you are so underrated!!!!! would love to request a jaehyun bf headcanons (like the one you did of mark <3)” thank you for the kind words anon <333 hope you enjoy this one!

(a bit of a plug lol but check out NCT 127's ideal r/s headcanons in this post!! i appreciate you checking it out! <3)

brief mentions of sex, but nothing explicitly nsfw!

likes to talk about music with you

especially jazz. there’s a plethora of songs out there with different renditions and sometimes he likes to ramble about who’s rendition he likes best

would play the piano for you if you asked, just maybe not after schedules or something. but usually when you’re free or alone together in the room, he likes you to sit beside him to listen to him play

you guys like to play a little game where he’ll play the chords and you play like a random note to create blobs of music

even if you don’t know how, the way the session always dissolves into giggles is his favourite thing in the world

if you know how to play the piano that’s great too!! jaehyun just likes the unexpected notes that come out since there’s no set melody in his mind

jaehyun needs to have some part of his body on yours at all times. like he has to hold your hand all the time, or a finger hooked around your backpack, or an arm around your waist.

at least when you’re together he does it very often and he’s just. obsessed with you lmfao

it’s also the reason he buys a promise ring when he’s sure of you as a significant other so you always have a part of him with you (his love)

would buy you those lockets for you to put pictures inside. he doesn’t care where you wear it though, around your neck, wrist, ankle, as long as the locket is on your person

he clings onto you like crazy in the mornings. jaehyun’s a heavy sleeper and likes to hug you on his side, so you’re always having trouble trying to pry him off of you in the morning

a bit nsfw: he likes morning lazy sex lol, ngl. jaehyun adores the rawness of your relationship in the morning and the sleepiness in your eyes when you’re gently pushing him away. he knows you don’t mean it but he makes sure you really want it first

loves the sunlight kissing your skin and the slow, gentle movements

so so intimate, he prefers it to the rougher forms of sex, but sometimes he doesn’t have that luxury since they leave for schedules quite often in the wee hours of dawn

for cuddling sense, jaehyun likes it when you’re under his arm and cuddled into his side. classic position but he dies every time inside when you look up at him and there’s this clueless look you have. has the biggest smile on his face after and you have to repeat the stuff you said bc he’s too distracted by how your eyes shine

second hot favourite (more of when you’re making out) is when you’re straddling him. nothing sexual, just like you on top of him when you’re kissing and stuff. he digs it when you’re pulling away for oxygen and he has to lift his body to reach for your lips again

gets flustered from kissing, but doesn’t show it. if he’s found a way to suppress the crazy crimson on his ears (which i doubt) then he will but his words will always contradict his expression

jaehyun can say “are you nervous, y/n?” with a smirk but his ears keep giving him away!!!!

mfer’s hands are shaking too when he trails it over your body. in disbelief you’re his.

sometimes shamelessly moans into the kiss LOL, not too loud but he whines when you pull away, and has to kiss you breathless again

when you kiss him, expect like a long-lasting kiss. doesn’t mind small pecks and stuff but he’ll want to savour your lips a little longer than a mere peck

jaehyun likes your neck too. when you’re hugging his face is always in your neck, placing small little butterfly kisses

you need to look out for him, always. mans always tripping over something at some point. it’s become more frequent now that he has you and my god he’s so unable to keep his eyes off of you that he trips over simple things. he once tripped over nothing

on the daily when he’s not tripping over you, he’s clumsy in a sense where he drops food on the table. he once struggled to tie up his growing hair into a mini ponytail bc it was just too little hair. the hair tie slipped from his fingers and shot itself into your face - those kinds of small small mishaps

it’s endearing but sometimes you can’t help but laugh at him

likes to take you out on impromptu dates. dates that are close by and easy to plan (?) i guess.

not saying jaehyun is a lazy boyfriend but he likes the more candid dates where you decide what to do as you go along. of course if it’s a big day like your anniversary or birthdays then he’d want to plan something out.

other than that, he just either lets you choose the places to go there or you two decide along the way. he doesn’t want to impose options for you and pressure you. if he’s being honest, he wouldn’t know where to go either lol so he just follows wherever you bring him

laughs so much when he’s with you. giggles, deep laugh, whatever you name it. your relationship is very light-hearted and he finds that he’s the one laughing more when you deliver jokes even tho he wants to make you laugh too

i can’t lie… his jokes can be dry sometimes i’m sorry jaehyun 😭 so he backs it up with laughter and has to catch his breath sometimes bc he finds it really funny

you’re not laughing at the joke, rather at his laugh so you might have to tell him that some way or another bc he’ll just keep making bad jokes i’m sorry y’all

he can’t handle the suuuuuper cheesy physically affectionate films or series (with shitty plot) but i feel like if the story’s interesting enough he’ll pay attention. likes bittersweet films too, i feel, gets him thinking

doesn’t mind cliched plots (fake dating / idealist girl meets realist boy / idk any others lol) but would propose something at the end that he thinks will make the movie/series more interesting

jaehyun likes to share his theories with you

unironically wants to learn the la la land tap dance scene with you. he ALWAYS hums city of stars too, no matter what. idk why but it sticks to him, in bed, in breakfast, when he’s doing something random

he did it once on the radio and he received a text from you in break that told him he was humming along to the song

with that said, jaehyun wants to try out the stuff in the rain quite a bit. making out, dancing, lying down, running, he likes that fascination that society has with doing things in the rain

doesn’t like it too much that he’ll get soaked, but as long as you’re with him and willing to do it, he’s all for it

jaehyun would def want kids in the future. wants to dote on them and buy them stuff and whatnot. wants to see them running around the house with laughter while you both struggle to contain the bursts of excitement they have

doesn’t care for the dynamic much. if he’s the one to stay at home to take care of them while you work, he can work with it. if it’s the other way round, he’s okay too

he just worries that if he’s still involved with the entertainment industry, you might have to take a back seat since he’ll be the one earning the money, and he doesn’t want babysitters either.

heart is so so full when he comes back home and you’re just playing with the kids, or singing them to sleep. any sight of you with him is enough to make him melt into a puddle

HAS to hold them even if they’re asleep. wants to always have them close to him while he nudges you to shower or get the food ready.

like jaehyun, he would wanna meet someone in a vinyl shop or bookstore. he knows it’s cliched but the thought of meeting someone when you’re buying something is exciting. anything unexpected for him, he welcomes it

the next few are just random, miscellaneous headcanons: he likes to see you in his clothes, preferably with nothing underneath. just his shirt lol. cheeky man

jaehyun likes it when you shower together (again, nothing sexual, just likes the domesticity)

likes it when you fall asleep on him

will never stop gushing about you to his parents, first time you met them they’re like “he’s told us so much about you!” and he really did

feels comfortable in your presence, no makeup, messy hair, no need for a perfect bod. he’s just jaehyun. jung yuno if you will

adores it when you call him “lover” i mean boyfriend is good, significant other is good, but lover is just chef’s kiss

it is a bit cheesy if you think about it, so it’s not often that you say it. when you do say it in songs when you’re singing it to him, he can’t stop smiling

plays lover, you should’ve come over when he’s on tour bc it’s the closest thing he can get to a replica of how he feels for you

and when jaehyun falls asleep to the song, all he can remember is your honey voice singing it to him. he’ll just have to hold onto it before he can see you again

<3

[squidwen]

Scenario Commission #3: 👞Teaching a Fish to Tapdance 👞

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For the lovely @sugarandmelody

My commission info can be found here

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Summary: You and Floyd have become quite the dance troupe over the time you’ve been together, and now it’s time to teach him a whole new style: Tap dancing.

But after working for weeks to afford proper shoes for him, the strain your exhaustion is putting on your relationship threatens to make all your efforts obsolete.

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November 5th kept getting closer and closer, and so was the deadline to get Floyd a birthday present. The eel was surprisingly hard to buy for. Despite the fact his varied tastes in clothing gave you lots of options, he already had plenty of shirts and shoes, and you couldn’t just get him the classic socks or a tie.

You wanted to get him something that was unique to you. Something he could use, rather than just put on a shelf and look at every now and again. Then it hit you.

Dancing was one of the biggest things you’d bonded over at the start of your relationship. Floyd was by no means a professional, due to having a tail his whole life, so it had come down to you to teach him. You had impressed him time and time again with how you knew so many different styles; jazz being his favourite, and now that he’d mastered it, it was time for something new.

But what could you get him? A tutu for ballet? No, you didn’t want to die. Perhaps a fake rose for the tango? No, far too simple. What about tap shoes?

Yes! It was like a switched had been flipped in your brain and everything connected. Tapdancing shoes would be a perfect present, and a brilliant way to introduce Floyd to a new style. After all, you couldn’t go skiing without skis, or skating without skates, so how could you possibly hope to teach this man how to tap dance without the correct equipment? It was settled. Tap shoes it was.

There was just one small problem. You were completely and utterly…skint.

Needless to say, you were going to make more than one member of Octivenille happy leading up to the big day. Azul needed no persuading to employ you at the lounge. Your no-nonsense attitude to bad behaviour gave the place a welcome docility, and tips flowed into your pocket more than any other server. (From good service, or fear, you weren’t sure). Every little helped when it came to saving up for the shoes.

However, Floyd had begun to grow suspicious. It seemed to him that you were working every hour God sent, and for what? Why had you suddenly taken up work at Monstro Lounge? Weren’t you already swamped with work from Crowley? Your exhausted face hadn’t gone unnoticed by him, either. His little Pufferfish was always so vibrant and alert, and even when you were supposed to be resting, your brain would still be fully engaged as you daydreamed. But now, whenever he surprised you from behind and squeezed you, he was no longer met with joyous squeals, but a limp, tired body. You barely had enough energy to dance with him for weeks and it severely irked him.

“Why are you working so hard?” he had asked you bitterly during one of your breaks. “Are you doing it for something?”

You didn’t want to spoil the surprise, so you told Floyd you were just saving up to renovate Ramshackle. He hadn’t been pleased by that.

“Pufferfish, you can stay in my room for as long as you want. Ditch that ugly dorm already. You don’t feel the same when I cuddle you, and when we dance you can’t go for as long as you used to. What’s going on? Can’t you see neither of us are happy?”

You didn’t know what to say. Fortunately, a bell rang for you to get back to work. But were you truly ‘saved by the bell’? You felt awful. It was commonly known that Floyd only cared about things he was interested in, so for him to stick his neck out and ask how you were was not something simple. Seeing his forlorn face as you walked off made your heart sink. Was a pair of shoes really worth putting your relationship under strain?

“My my, if it isn’t my potential sister-in-law. My dear, why do you look so downcast? Is working here not to your liking?”

As if by magic, Jade had appeared in front of you. How had you not seen him? He wasn’t difficult to spot. Another step and you would have collided into him.

“Jade? No, I’m fine. And working here is wonderful.”

He didn’t seem convinced. Jade’s eyes lidded as he bent down to whisper in your ear: “I don’t need to use my Shock the Heart to get the truth out of you. It’s streaked across your face. You’re worn out, and that’s making things between you and my brother rather dull, is it not?”

“Well, no, I-“

“And there’s no real reason why you would want work here lest you suddenly wanted money for something specific. And what with mine and my brother’s birthday being on the horizon, I wager you have something expensive in mind for him. Do correct me if I’m wrong.”

Your mouth opened and closed like a carp. How had he read you so easily? Jade hummed to himself, satisfied.

“Would you mind telling me what it is you’re planning? You’ve been working here for a month now, and perhaps I can be of assistance?”

You cocked your head back. “If you’re so astute, how come you don’t know what I’m going to get him?”

Jade kept his gentile smile, but his tone darkened. “We all have our limits, dear. And if you’re not careful, you’ll reach yours. Ever seen what happens to a spring once it passes its constant? It’s never the same again-“

“Alright,” you hissed. “Enough of the passive threats. I want to buy him a pair of shoes. But not just any old shoes. I don’t suppose you know what size he is, do you? Or what materials he prefers soles made out of?”

The ‘assistance’ Jade had promised came via speaking to Azul to get your pay increased, as well as telling you what you needed to know. You had been grateful, as it reduced the amount of time you’d have to work now. But Floyd, observant as ever, had seen you talking to him and it had put him in a dour mood for a while. What had you been discussing? Were you plotting something together? His curiosity only made him come up to you more and more, squeezing you to try and get the information out of you. You couldn’t tell if he was being playful or threatening, seeing as he was so hellbent on finding out why you were breaking your back at the Lounge. It was almost sweet.

Eventually, the Tweels’ birthday came and the festivities were as copious as ever. Before joining in, you had brought Floyd’s tap shoes and Jade’s gift, but had hidden the former. You wanted Floyd to open his in private, so that you could give him a one-on-one lesson as part of his birthday present. At first, you were worried about how he would react to seeing only his brother get something from you. But to your relief, he seemed more inquisitive than jealous.

“Pufferfish?” he had mused, cornering you behind the snack table. “I saw you come in with two boxes. What did you do with my gift?”

“Gift? What gift? I didn’t get you anything.” You had a cheeky little grin on your face. The party had done well to put Floyd in a good mood. All the worry, suspicion and tension between the two of you that had built over the last few weeks seemed to have disappeared.

“Come on, what is it? What did you get me~?”

A familiar, sinister glint entered Floyd’s eye. You blanched, for you knew it all too well: he was going to squeeze you. You had to think of something, anything, to keep his attention off your gift until the party was over.

“Oh…I-I’ve forgotten where I put it,” you said quickly, skirting away. “I’ll double check all the potential spots I could have left it, and you enjoy yourself while you wait.”

Floyd wasn’t given a chance to push the subject before you disappeared off into the hubbub of partygoers.

Time always passes slower when you want something to be over and done with. The party felt as if it went on forever. Not only were you desperate to give your partner a gift you’d spent months working for, but you had to spend the whole occasion ducking behind couches and tables whenever you spotted Floyd coming. You’d felt more like a spy than a guest.

But after a while your patience paid off and you were left alone in the lounge with him. Jade and Azul, along with the other students, had already retired to bed, but Floyd wasn’t going anywhere until he’d received your present. He squirmed with anticipation by the fish tank, biting his lip and beaming like a kid on Christmas.

For some strange reason, you were nervous. A thousand doubts raced through your mind as you approached him with a neatly wrapped shoebox. What if he didn’t like it? What if he didn’t want to learn to tap dance? Will he think you were an idiot for working so hard for the shoes?

“Oh Pufferfish~, is this what I think it is?” Quick as lightening, Floyd’s hands shot forward and snatched the box from you. He shredded the wrapping paper and ripped off the lid faster than you could blink. “Oh, and don’t think I didn’t notice that you quit working at the Lounge last week,” he mused, flashing you a toothy grin. “Did you really just work all that time to afford this for me? How cute- wait, what are these?” The tap shoes were like some strange artefact to Floyd. He picked one up, rotating it to regard it from all angles. “Hey, Pufferfish, are these shoes meant to have metal on the bottom of them-“

STOMP!

You had suddenly slammed your foot down on the floor, a resounding ‘clack’ echoing through the Lounge. Floyd jumped. Secretly, you’d been tiptoeing around all evening to mask the fact you had your own tap shoes on. Not only had you been saving up to buy some for Floyd, but also for yourself.

“Since we love music and dancing so much,” you began, doing a quick heel-toe tap, “why don’t I teach you how to make music with dancing?”

The expression on Floyd’s face was priceless. He was already putting the shoes on. You wondered if they had anything like this in the Coral Sea. Floyd had told you stories about how mermaids and merman played conch shells and harps, but judging by his reaction, the concept of making music with your body, besides singing and whistling, was as foreign as it could be.

Without warning, Floyd launched off the sofa and made a clack twice as loudly as you did. The Octivenille students sleeping upstairs must have thought a gun went off. You hoped they couldn’t hear you.

“How do we do it, Pufferfish?” Floyd asked eagerly. He stomped over to you, making each step louder than the last.

You held back a chuckle. “Well, it’s important to keep your ankles loose. Most beginners struggle with it. Oh, and the shoes make the best sound when they strike wood, and- where…where are you going?”

Bemusedly, you watched as Floyd walked straight past you, seemingly taking no heed of your explanations, and started whipping tablecloths off all the tables. Cutlery and discarded party hats rained down onto the floor, and then Floyd pushed all the tables together. When you realised what was going on, your gasped with excitement. The tables were made of wood. Floyd had made you a stage!

He was so impatient to get going that he bounced onto the tables and yanked you up by your forearms to join him.

The shell gramophone was still playing the Lounge’s iconic jazz music, but it would suffice.

The lesson started as most did, with you showing Floyd a few basic moves for him to copy. But the eel was so excited whenever he brought his foot down on the table that he ended up ditching your dance moves and making his own.

He didn’t need your permission to swing you around, did he? No matter how much the tables teetered underneath the pair of you, Floyd kept moving, his grip never wavering on your hand. You’d taught him that the male always tends to lead in dancing, and he relished in the fact you were his to play with for the evening. Laughter was all that could be heard. The music became obsolete as your heartbeats became metronomes.

STOMP! CLACK! CLACK!

At moments, you broke away from his hold to show him a complicated set of steps. He would try his best to imitate them at first, but then slip back into freestyling. The feeling of his strong hands on your ribs as he lifted you up and twirled you around made you feel like you were flying. What an odd feeling. To be a land mammal and feel like a bird in the embrace of a fish.

Anything seemed possible in that moment.

That was until something grabbed you by the shirt and yanked you off the tables. Floyd fell off them, too. It took you a moment to regain your senses, as you were still laughing and panting, but a head of familiar white hair snapped you out of your euphoria.

Azul and Jade, dressed in their pyjamas, did not look pleased. Jade had a hold of his brother, who was still tapping away with glee, while Azul had a hold of you. His glare was venomous; his hair tousled as if he’d been rocking backwards and forwards in bed.

“I mean this in the politest way possible,” he said to you, pushing his glasses back up his nose. “Shut the-“

“My Pufferfish couldn’t have gotten me anything better!” exclaimed Floyd. “I’ll never take these shoes off!”

Jade and Azul groaned. It took every fibre of your being to keep from howling with laughter all over again. Thank goodness you’d already quit your job, because you would have gotten fired for this for sure.

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

A full, entire list of headcanons for a day with:

1. ☼ waking up with him ☼6am-8am

i don’t know about y’all, but i like to headcanon that todoroki’s morning face is absolutely adorable 🥺

he doesn’t wake up like mr. perfect whenever you see him, but since it’s so early in the morning, his cheeks are just- so- squishyyyy

he looks like a fricken baby with the softest expressions ever

he stares at you and grins, still lying down and stretching his arms out

todoroki doesn’t look at his phone first thing in the morning, or even go to wash his face once he wakes up

the very first thing he does when he wakes up is to gently wrap his arms around your still body, as he kisses your scalp and holds you in the quiet of the morning

he likes to stare at your face, so calm and just so… at peace

he caresses his hand on your cheek before kissing your nose 🥺🥺

he wakes you up in such a gentle way that it’s just not even funny omfg-

i like to imagine that he opens up the curtains for gentle light first, and opens up the window for a cool wave of air

he takes your hand, “good morning, princess.”

“‘morning, my prince, but can we have like,, five more minutes-”

“i already know five minutes is the same thing as ten minutes for you. we should get up while we can.”

“alright, fine, but good morning to you too,”

his hair is ruffled in this ADORABLE WAY that makes my heART SIMPLY COMBUST

for breakfast, i LiKE tO tHiNK tHaT hE TakEs BaCon AnD sLapS iT oN hiMsELf-

i’m only like,, half-kidding, but uGH PLEASE GIVE HIM SOME SOBA AND LET HIM DO THE REST

man’s got everything handled, don’t worry ‘bout it 😌😌

for morning training, it starts as early as 7 in the morning

it’s nothing too intense, more of just him doing yoga

OMGWFHFIUHLIUF TODOROKI WOULD EITHER SLAY AT YOGA OR JUST SUCK IN GENERAL

NO IN-BETWEEN AT ALL

he literally looks like a fricken stick trying to bend and he’s just so awkward and flustured like ????

or either, man’s is SLAYING IT and hitting that tree pose, absolutely nailing the downward dog and killing it with the cobra

you laugh at him as he smiles, and expect him to do the,, lil,, lingering touches if y’all know what i mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you had to buy multiple yoga mats because he ended up singeing them all on accident when he got flustered

and yes, his left side sets on fire when he’s flustered, and that is just the softest thing

2. ☏ [2/5] going to online school with him ☏ 8am-12pm, 2pm-4pm

todoroki makes sure that you focus, which is kinda a problem if you’re like me

…and you just don’t focus-

dw though, because if you ever zone out, man’s will be sure to be prepared because he can and will force you into getting focused again

he promises you a kith whenever you finish a class 🥺🥺❤️

“i love you, but i really don’t want to do this today.”

(honestly, i would like to headcanon that you probably do online school with rolling chairs, so you’re probably gonna be spinning whenever you get bored)

“and i love you, but here we are, my love. the day will be over before you know it,” he brings out the softest smile ever before cupping your face and pecking your nose

since todoroki has online class as well, he sits next to you to be able to hold your hand off-camera beCAUSE YAS

if you two ever get caught, his left side literally lights tf up

you thought man’s would be cool and collected the whole time, but NOPE HE’S JUST AS FLUSTURED AS YOU BABY

but you put it aside and say you were just petting your cat

todoroki also most definitely has some sort of fancy candle or a spray or whatever that he uses to stay focused

once or twice, he’ll most definitely spray way too much, so in one instance you had to go outside

in the backyard

and do your homework there as the wind blew all of your printed papers away

but anyways-

todoroki is on the top of his game to make sure that yOU STAY HYDRATED

IF YOU’RE READING THIS GO DRINK SOME WATER YOU MALNOURISHED AND DEHYDRATED ANGEL

he smiles at you whenever he sees that you’re stuck, and the way his eyebrows furrow in such a cute way just fricken asdfghjklkmnbvcxzaqwertyujhgcwjvhhviu

if you ever get burnt out, he plants a kiss on your forehead and holds you until you have to go to your next class, and gets you a wet towel to just feel better and *sparkles* fresher

oh and FIGHT ME, he most definitely opens up the doors and uses natural light rather than turning the lights on

if you ever feel frustrated or just feel too overhwhelmed, he takes your hand and asks you to breathe with him before pulling you into a hug

he would be such a good companion for online school, please keep him 🥺

3. ♨ lunch + study sessions with todoroki ♨ 12-1pm

SOBA

IF YOU CAME HERE AND EXPECTED SMTHN ELSE YOU CONFUSE ME

hear me out, todoroki literally makes the best soba in the world

expect him to use his quirk and make it colder bc no one wants warm soba

especially todoroki 😠😠❤️❤️

while you’re taking a nap or you’re trying to catch up on your homework, man’s is making absolute magic in the kitchen

when he calls you into the kitchen to eat, everything is set in such an aesthetically pleasing way

“todo, you made this?”

he’ll grin and say quietly, “no, my love. someone attacked and came in and made this and left through the window.”

he’s such a dork sometimes we love that

you also take a lot of photos before you eat, and the way your eyes light up fills him with so much happiness

“how does it taste?”

“you’re making me sound like i’m on master chef or something, one second, i’m still taking the photo!”

but when you do eat it, every time, even when you might not like it– you compliment him

and he literally acts like a child in that time and i think that’s ADORABLE

as for the study sessions, he makes sure that you actually focus instead of wasting the hour you guys have together

and even if you don’t want to, he drags your butt from where you were procrastinating

“it’s out of love.”

“out of love? babe i was having such a nice nap, are you kidding me?”

todoroki just grins as he opens up the windows for ventilation to study

i like to headcanon that he honestly probably listens to classical music when he studies

he despises jazz

i should literally make a list of headcanons for class 1a and their music taste-

he sends you little texts whenever he sees you get bored and go on your phone

4. ☼ ☽ [4/5] showers with todoroki + cuddling ☾☼5-8pm

you had a long day at work, and you were just getting things ready and preparing to go to bed

tired and exhausted, your body trudged towards into the bath for a much needed shower

you rubbed your eyes, drained and exhausted as your eyes locked with todoroki’s

…wait, todoroki’s?

“ah! i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, just-”

he peeks his head through the shower door, “no, i don’t mind it. care to join me?”

“i- wha?”

but come on, how could you reject something like this? you stepped into the shower before goin’ like “JEEZ WHY’S IT SO COLD????”

todoroki just stares at you, insanely confused, “…what do you mean?”

“you should at least raise the temperature a little, if that’s okay with you?”

being honest, todoroki genuinely forgot that cold showers weren’t a universal thing– it was only then that he realized, since the tea kettle incident, he’d almost by-default take cold showers

but he’d honestly do anything for you, so he raises the temperature as he holds you, his skin soft and the shower finally beginning to steam up a bit

todoroki uses the best shampoo smell in the entire world

just imagine the best scent in the entire world, but at first, you could only find a hint of it, and you thought that what you could smell was all you had

but then WABAM, one day an entire jackpot just shows up with everything

that’s what it feels like showering with todoroki

honestly, the man’s there whenever you need him

definitely loves to play with your hair in the shower, his hands are somehow so soft as he kisses your scalp

but shoto tries his best not to take too many peeks, and if he does he apologizes lmao

OH OH and he most definitely uses your lotion on one instance, so this one time when you saw him come out of the shower you’re just like,, “is that,, my lotion?”

he just stares and nods. “yeah.”

you laugh as you cup his face in your hands, “it smells good, i like it. but keep in mind i have to pay for that-”

he probably says it’s fine and uses endeavor’s credit card

even when you’re in the shower though and he sees your body for the first time, he flushes like crazy

what is this feeling??

he might see your stretch marks, he might see your scars, your acne, whatever it is you’re insecure about, but he gingerly and just so carefully kisses them all

“you’re… beautiful.”

for cuddling, he probably does the same thing– he holds your hand, and if he notices your scars, he kisses them and pulls you in closer to his chest

ALSO LIKE JEEZ MAN’S IS TOUCH STARVED

PLEASE GIVE HIM CUDDLES OMFG

please kiss his scar btw, he might be kind of sensitive about it, but it definitely makes him feel less insecure about it

he might be honestly going on his phone and looking through the news, or he might be looking at cooking videos ngl-

*cough cough soba*

he caresses your cheek, expect him to not know how to act at first

but then he decides to try making the first move and spoons you

bUT LIKE- I CAN SEE HIM AS THE LIL’ SPOON 😭

you make him so insanely happy

5. dating todoroki would include…

hate to break it to y’all’s, but man’s takes an eternity to ask you out

he probably went to the bakusquad for love advice

the poor bby is so confused, and at first, he’s convinced he has a disease

“i think… i’m allergic to y/n.”

(he’s still with the bakusquad,) “what do you mean?” denki honestly be tapping his pencil as he stares at todoroki

“whenever i go near them– i end up feeling weird, i suppose. i get nervous. i don’t know why though. i feel oddly giddy when i talk to them. should i get it checked out?”

at this point, mina and denki’s efforts to hide in laughs are in vain

when they actually burst out, they end up laughing so hard that they get tears in their eyes

todoroki is so confused, “???????”

sero def joins in with the drama, “i-” he stops to snort, “todoroki, have you ever heard of a crush?”

todoroki stands, dumbfounded for a solid minute before his ENTIRE left side just starts toasting

“i… i do like y/n. i like y/n. i like y/n. i like y/n.”

POOR BABY GOES CRAZY and repeats that statement for a solid minute yet again

he’s very confused and flustered at the same time

todoroki honestly tries asking the entire class what to do for his date, and everyone is saying something completely different:

“a movie theatre, kero.”

“an at-home dinner, maybe? you can save money-”

“study dates are very important.”

“✨ take her to the disco ✨“

“go to the amusement park!”

“maybe you two can just have a walk around town?”

“go to a strip clu-”

“SHUT UP MINETA-”

at the end of the day, todoroki’s left more confused than he ever was before, so he just decides to go for it all on his own

after a few more hours of contemplating his date and life choices, he decides how to ask you and where to take you

once he musters the courage, he asks you to meet him after class

you’re lowkey confused, but definitely giddy to be able to meet your crush again

at first, todoroki had this entire speech planned, but the moment he saw you, he stopped and forgot all of his words

“uh, do you want to eat food?”

took a while for you to realize what he was implying, and the way he was flushing and looking at the floor was just so soft and you nodded–

“you mean– go on a date?”

todoroki, still very much hiding his face, nods

“haha, i’d love to! where should we go?”

it takes him a while to compose himself again as he stares at you,

“would the ice skating rink be okay?”

so that day, that’s just what you did :DD

at first, todoroki’s kind of scared to hold your hand in case he ends up getting too caught up in himself

but eventually, you let him know that you don’t really mind as you head over to the rink

Elsa Todoroki for 2021™

man’s is a NATURAL

he be gliding everywhere, and you can see him for a split second, smiling as he skates around so fricken gracefully and i think that’s adorable

todoroki laughs into your ear as he pulls you in to help you balance

you two were skating normally, until you were suprised in the back of the rink as you fell over

“are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m good, don’t worry about it-!”

he pulls you up, his hands firm against yours

for a split second, you make eye contact for a few seconds too long

he finds himself lost in them, as he tightens the grip on your hands, your body still leaning against his arms as if you were in mid-salsa dance

he gazes into your eyes, before thinking: “this is the person. this is the person that i want to spend my whole life, an entire life with– they’re so strong, caring, kind… and there’s so much more to them than i thought.”

…before pressing his lips onto yours, and suddenly, everything stops

your mind is empty and blank, when you realize:

shoto todoroki is kissing you

and you were kissing him back.

you almost forget that breathing is a thing before you realize that you were nearly out of breath as todoroki pulled away before kissing you again, his hands cupping your face as you pulled closer against his chest

when you finish, you see that parts of his jacket were smoking after the kiss

literally smoking

“that was… that was… wow.”

todoroki laughs, “wow was right, a word i’d use.”

you’re about to talk again, when you hear screaming and cheering in the background

“LET’S!! GO!! Y/N!! AND!! TODO!! ROKI!!”

and yas– the entire bakusquad, willingly or unwillingly followed you there

even if it was a lot, todoroki’s happier than ever as he kisses you again

and all you could say?

that day the best day of your life.

thank you for making it this far, love!! this will be a continued series with bakugo + izuku coming up next, stay tuned :) to join my taglist for the next few characters, click here ^^ 

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HEART'S PRICE - CHAPTER 1

*Warning: Adult Content*

THUMP

‘Shit.’ 

It’s 1am and Noah Hunter has been driving all day, he’s so tired his eyes hurt and he’s almost home and he’s just hit a dog. 

‘Shit’

Noah  pulls to the side of the road, the gravel crunching beneath the tires of his rusty Honda Civic and parks. 

The engine cuts as he turns the key and with it the strains of classical jazz music he’d been using to keep himself awake on the long drive through the night. 

The silence it leaves is like a vacuum, cold, empty, dark and strangely deafening. 

It rings in his ears and he has a sudden urge to talk to himself just to break it.

“Why me?” Is all he can think to say.

His destination, the small remote mountain town of Spring Lakes, is only a few dozen miles further. 

There, his brother, Alpha Dane Hunter, is waiting for him, waiting to welcome him to a new home and a new pack. 

A promise of a fresh start is the only thing sustaining him right now. 

And it is so close.

‘He could keep going and rpetend he didn’t see the dog.

“Who am I kidding?” he whispers to himself, then sighs. 

“No, I can’t.”

Noah leans across the boxes piled in the passenger seat.

His car is full of boxes, my possessions, such as they are, the remnants of a life undone.

He opens the glove compartment, rummaging through the assorted crap he keep in there.

Among which is, in fact, a pair of gloves.

He finds a flash light.

When Noah had bought it, it had been a very bright flashlight. 

That was a long time ago. 

He switches it on and swears as the weak yellow beam illuminated a tiny area and fails to penetrate more than a few feet into the darkness.

“Useless piece of shit,” Noah says, unsure whether he’s talking more about the flashlight or himself.

He turns it off and returns it to the glove box, smacks the compartment close with the palm of his hand and then presses himself back against his seat and closes his eyes.

“You are a werewolf, Noah,” he tells himself. 

“Don’t be such a wuss.”

Easier said than done. 

Carefully he opens the door and gets out, biting back a groan as his legs take his weight after nearly six hours behind the wheel. 

Not that he had a lot of weight for them to take. 

‘At five feet six inches tall, I’m a shrimp.’ 

‘The runt of the litter, as my sister likes to say.’ 

‘Along with the metabolism of a racehorse.’ 

‘I’m lucky a strong wind doesn’t knock me over.’ 

‘Not that anyone would notice.’ 

‘My small stature makes me easy to overlook and rather than compromise with a big personality and a loud voice, I’ve gone the other way.’ 

‘Quiet as a mouse, as they say. But ‘they’ have clearly never lived with mice.’ 

Bracing himself and carefully removing his glasses, he tucks them into the pocket of his vest and lets his eyes adjust to the dark. 

It’s trick he’s learnt, over the years and something, many of his kind, can do, to Shift only his eyes as a wolf. 

If anyone passed him along the road right now, as he walks back to where he had hit the dog, they would see his eyes flash with uncanny brightness in the beams of his car’s headlights. 

The stretch of road is deserted at this hour and the surrounding woods loom ominous and still on either side. 

Thick and shadowy pine, fir and ceder stand shoulder to shoulder, a vast army of trees hiding a forest of dark secrets beneath their boughs. 

The only sound is the crunch of gravel beneath Noah’s tan leather oxfords as he walks and the whisper of his unsteady breath. 

An owl hoots somewhere close by and he jumps as it’s eerie cry breaks the silence and sends another somber echo through the trees.

“Ass-hole,” Noah whispers, addressing the owl.

‘Like I need to hear a spooky sound right now.’ 

‘Finally I sees it.’ 

‘A pale crumpled form lying in the stickery weeds by the side of the road.’ 

‘Maybe I was wrong.’ 

‘Maybe it wasn’t a dog after all.’ 

‘Maybe it was a coyote and I can just leave it here for the vultures and... Nope.’ 

‘It’s a dog.’

 ‘A golden retriever, just like I thought.’ 

‘Poor thing.’ 

‘What was it doing out here all alone?’ 

‘There are no houses or recreation areas, nothing for miles.’ 

‘Maybe it was lost or worse abandoned and left to fend for itself.’ 

‘It probably got all excited when it hear the car and then...’ 

‘BANG.'

‘All over.’ 

‘Just like that.’

Noah kneels beside it, intending on checking for a collar. 

If it has a licence he can just take that and... to his heart-stopping horror, the dog whines. 

It’s still alive. 

Noah gasps and backs away as his heart kicks into high gear. 

A dead dog is one thing... a sad, day-ruining kind of thing, sure... but a living, badly injured dog is quiet another.

“Oh my God. Oh my God, what do I do?” Noah asks himself, one hand on his brow as the dog whines again. 

Then it’s tail moves in a pathetic little wag and the young man knows he has only one choice.

“Hey, Doggie. I’m so sorry,” he says, kneeling beside it again and patting it’s head. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m going to get you help. Nice doggie.”

Noah lifts it carefully and stands. 

It’s not heavy, maybe forty pounds but forty pounds of dead weight feels like a lot. he makes it back to his car and opens the back door, shoves some boxes aside with his foot and lays the dog on the seat. 

Then he retrieves his blanket from the trunk.

‘I may or may not have been sleeping in my car for the last couple of days.’

And wraps it around the poor dog. 

Finally, he back behind the wheel and looks up the nearest Veterinarian Surgery or Emergency Vet on his phone.

 It’s in Spring Lakes, about twenty minutes away. 

With a little speeding, he gets there in fifteen. 

He parks in front of Crystal River Veterinary Hospital.

‘Open 24/7.′

And retrieves the sad bundle from the back seat, relieved to see it move a little as he does. 

He hadn’t seen any blood but he had no idea if the dog was just in shock or if it was on the verge of death. 

Scooping it up into his arms, he heads to the front door and punches the handicap button with his knee to open it. 

Striding through, he is blinks against the harsh brightness within... 

‘My eyes are human once again but fluorescent lights are kind to no-one’ 

And carries his burden towards the reception desk. 

“Um, hello,” Noah says, as the young woman seated behind the desk, looks up at him. 

She has a bored expression, short auburn hair and wears a set of teal-colored scrubs. 

“I need a doctor, right away, please.”

She blinks at Noah from behind a pair of trendy glasses with pink frames.

“This is an animal hospital, sir,” she says. 

“The ER is two blocks over, on Hawthorne and Main.”

‘I admit that I’ve had a rough few days but surely I don’t look that deranged.’

“No, I Mean...” Noah clears his throat and tries to speak up. 

“I mean that this dog, which I hit with my car, needs a doctor. Of veterinary medicine. Immediately. Please,” Noah adds, trying to lift the blanket high enough for the woman to see. 

For a werewolf he’s not very strong. 

 She glances at the bundle and then goes back to her computer.

“Have you been with us before?” she asks.

It takes Noah a few seconds to realize what she means.

“Um. No. I haven’t been here before. This isn’t my dog.”

She stops typing and looks back up at Noah, her small mouth bending down in a little frown.

“Um... I see. Well you do understand that we can’t treat an animal without a guarantee of payment. Fees are due at the time of services rendered.”

“Huh?”

“If you want to surrender the animal, that’s fine. We can scan for a micro-chip and try to connect the owner but there’s no guarantee.”

Meaning, that in the mean time the dog... one in the morning is not the best time for rational decision making, Noah had found.

“Yes,” he heard himself say. 

“I mean, yes, I’ll pay.”

She smiles. It’s not a particularly friendly expression.

“Great.”

Then she says something into the PA system and almost immediately two other women emerge from somewhere and take the bundled blanket from Noah’s arms. 

Unlike the receptionist, they seems genuinely concerned for the dog and after offering some kind, if not misplaced sympathy for the sad plight of his pet, whisk it off into some back room and out of sight.

“Do you have a credit card?” the receptionist asks.

“Um... yes,” Noah say, digging it out and handing it to her.

She runs it and hands it back along with a clipboard with a stack of forms.

“You will need to fill out these,” she says.

“Oh, okay,” Noah says as he takes them. 

After a small hesitation, he asks... 

“Do you know how much this will cost? Because I don’t really...”

“You’ll know as soon as we do.” she says with something close to real compassion.

‘Maybe she’s just not at her best at 1am in the morning. Well, half past by now. I know I’m not.’

“Have a seat,” she says, indicating to the waiting area. 

“Dr Thorne is the best. Your pooch is in good hands.”

“It’s not my....” Noah starts to protest, then gives up. 

He goes to do what she said, taking a seat on a long wooden bench against one wall. 

It looks like it might have been at some time a church pew, oddly ornate in the otherwise bland sterility of the room and it feels about as uncomfortable as one, too. 

Settling the clip-board on his lap, he studies it, the contrast of the text on the paper so sharp under the harsh lighting, that it makes his eyes water. 

He blinks and tries to focus, filling out the first line.

Name: Noah Hunter. 

That was easy but the next line has him stumped.

Address:

Noah realizes, with a shock that makes his eyes blur and his  breath stop, that he doesn’t have one. 

Not at the moment anyway. 

He’s an untethered boat, a bark adrift, a vessel between ports. 

He was in limbo. 

And nowhere feels more like limbo than a hospital waiting room.

‘Veterinary or otherwise.’ 

In the middle of the night. 

He closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall, breathing in the scent of antiseptic and listening to the buzz of the florescent bulb and wonders how he got there. 

Homeless and alone, with his heart and his life in pieces, waiting to hear if a dog, that he doesn’t own and doesn’t really care about, is going to live or die and wondering how much it is going to cost him, either way. 

‘If only I had known.’ 

[fa-by]

Hi, Faby I'm finally free of homework. I loved your theory on all these years. I laughed at the memes. many CS say we have a version of Camila with all these years, but we don't have a similar version of Lauren but at the time that Camila and Lauren weren't together (after Camila left the group) Lauren kept thinking about Camila because she kept writing songs based on her relationship with Camila like all night. Can you make a song analysis of all night?

Hello to you, dear @camilalauren0327 👋🏼😄 I'm glad you're free from your homework 💪��� I'm also glad that you loved my interpretation and that you laughed at the GIFs.

So. About All Night, I can tell you it's track n° 11 of Steve Aoki's Neon Future IIIalbum. Both Laur and Steve loved the time spent together in the studio, and Steve totally loved working with her: “She’s got so many ideas and the problem is, they’re all good. She’s very meticulous. The attention to detail Lauren has is something I don’t find in many people. She’s very attentive to the detail. She’s got those ears, she’s got the sensibility and the vision, and I’m just totally inspired to be in the studio with her”.

As for the lyrics, were already there, but Laur rewrote them and wrote the bridge from scratch. Vocally speaking, she did all the backgrounds and vocally self-produced. So the vocal production? It's hers. It was her. Yeah. She's thattalented, and people still sleep on her. But anyway. Let's move on to my interpretation now, shall we?

Verse 1:

“My heart beats a little faster

When our eyes meet, in the middle of a crowded room”

Typical reaction of when we meet someone we like. You know? Heart beating fast as Laur says, along with butterflies in the stomach, cheeks blushing, palms sweating, adrenaline, dry mouth, palpitations, hot flashes, etc., etc.

“In knee deep, testing waters”

What does ‘in knee deep’ make us understand? That it wasn't an ordinary person that she just liked, but that it was a person that she really liked very much. *cough Mila*

“I've got a feeling, and I don't know what to do”

Why? Because she knew it was different and contrary to the past, she didn't know how to act.

Chorus:

“You got me paralyzed, and I think I like it”

As I think you know, ‘paralyzed’ in this case is intended as being blocked by a strong emotion (such as amazement). Mila got her paralyzed. Their situation and feelings were so strong, so deep/in knee-deep, that Laur was petrified by it. But despite this, as I said before, this was different. Unlike anything she'd ever felt before. And she liked it.

“Caught me by surprise, I'm not usually like this, no”

It caught her by surprise because she didn't expect it. And we know why she wasn't usually like that. Because she'd been in denial all her life. Because she'd always fought against these feelings.

“Got me paralyzed, don't think I can help it”

She couldn't. Even if she tried, she couldn't. She couldn't help herself.

“Why's it feel so right?”

Why did what she was taught to be wrong made her feel so good/right? Because it was. It was in general, but it was even more so with her. With Mila.

Post-Chorus:

“Let's keep this going all night

Going all night

Going all night

Going all night”

Freedom. Without thinking of tomorrow. Tomorrow's tomorrow.

Verse 2:

“The crowd fades, tunnel vision

In a daze, and the only thing I feel is you”

Because she was the only important thing. The only thing that mattered. All the rest? They were just surroundings.

“In perfect, syncopation”

Syncopation can be a rhythm, a passage, or a dance step. Syncopation in music occurs when a rhythm is unexpected and is played off-beat. It's like, an oscillation in a soft and not stiff way. It's an imbalance and prolongation of a note in the middle that creates an effect of, precisely, oscillation. Flamenco is the simplest first example that comes to mind for both musical rhythm and danced rhythm, but syncopation is used in many music styles. From the classical music of Mozart and Beethoven, to the ragtime ancestor of jazz, jazz itself, rock, metal, reggae, hip-hop, pop, house, salsa, etc.

To give you a practical example to help you understand better, count 5, 6, 7, 8 out loud three times in a row. From the fourth time, keep counting out loud and, at the same time, use the palm of your hand or the clenched fist on a surface to hear the rhythm yourself and understand how stable it is. Do this three times or even more until it’s natural for you to keep up the pace without having to keep counting 5, 6, 7, 8 out loud. Once you've done that, keep counting mentally and hit/tap 5 a little bit harder with a little pause, and then just 7, 8. It would be like: 5, no hit/tap, 7, 8.

FIIIVE, seven, eight - FIIIVE, seven, eight - FIIIVE, seven, eight.

You can slow down or speed up as you like, and this, dear @camilalauren0327 and babies, is an example of syncopation. If you guys want, to listen and understand better, I also found this for you: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-H6oXpF-tw.

But anyway. What's my point? Why explain all this to you? Because for many composers and producers, syncopation is a vital element because it helps them tie the rhythm and the melody of a song together. The use of syncopation in music in general, but more precisely in a song, makes the track different and even unique at times.

And now that you know this, Lauren did or didn't use a beautiful metaphor with a simple one-word to describe her and Mila? *she was so phenomenal and romantic 😍*

“Face to face, tell me do you feel it too?”

Sounds weird that Laur was wondering, right? Well, it actually isn't because this song is about the moment in the timeline they were in the Like Friends Dosituation. Laur was still in denial and therefore they didn't speak. She didn't know if Mila still wanted her or not, and most likely, it was just before Mila started her relationship with the mystery girl because it coincides with Lauren finally accepting herself and her feelings for her.

Chorus:

“You got me paralyzed, and I think I like it

Caught me by surprise, I'm not usually like this, no

Got me paralyzed, don't think I can fight this

Why's it feel so right?”

The difference between the first chorus and this, is the ‘don't think I can fight this’ here. As I said before and as we know, Laur had been in denial all her life and she’d always fought against these feelings, but this time it was different. Thiswas different because Camila was different. Hell, Lauren herself was different. The environment she was in was different. Different especially from home and from what she was used to there. Her feelings were different. More powerful. Nothing like the crushes she'd had on other girls in the past, and she knew, because she knew, that she was going to lose this fight. Here, or rather at the time at that moment, she was simply admitting it to herself.

Bridge:

“But maybe I should wait

Let it fall into place

'Cause I keep going over

The things that could come from me feeling this way (Way)”

She was having second thoughts here. Her fear took over. Fear is the most powerful tool in the world. It makes you do unimaginable things and it makes you not do what you really want.

“And I don't wanna play (I don't wanna play)

This emotional game (This emotional game)

But when you pull me closer

I cannot deny that I want you to stay”

BUT, she finally gave in. She overcame her fear by finally admitting to herself that she wanted her, and not just physically. The ‘stay’ is tricky because if it's read just like that, it only means a physical action, but for Camren? It means so much more. An example that comes to mind now is the ‘It's almost 2AM and I can't ask you to stay’ that we find in Feel It Twice. For them, the ‘stay’ is not just a physical action. It's deeper. It means staying with each other. It means staying/being together.

After the bridge, we have the post-bridge and then the chorus again (in which that raspy, mature high-note occurs on the “I cannot deny this love”, which honestly leaves me dead every time) which I've already explained, so that's it, dear @camilalauren0327. All Night is a song about Laur's acceptance of her feelings for Mila.

I hope you liked it, and, I don't know where you live, but I hope you're having a wonderful summer or a beginning of winter. Sending you a hug 🤗

For you guys, on the other hand, I hope you too are having a wonderful summer or a beginning of winter wherever you live 😊 I'll try to keep answering your asks whenever possible until I get home in September (damn places with no connection and only one wi-fi).

Always remember to be kind, to others and to yourselves. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. Don't let our ship sink. Keep shipping them, but please respectfully 🙏🏼 Sending you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗 I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️

[hanseoxsimp]

Gummy Bears - Jang Hanseok x Hanseo

One-shot, requested by @swaggy-tea and @taewithalottlesuga, an au where someone isn’t a psycho

A/N: bolded words are words Hanseok says in English; hope you enjoy reading!

Hanseo doesn’t really enjoy video games. Or board games. Or any sort of game really.

He views it as unnecessary stress, tasks and missions that weren’t worth the small amount of satisfaction one receives in the end. On the other hand however, is Jang Hanseok. That young man- looks will deceive- is purely childish at heart.

Hanseok carries a pack of Haribos everywhere he goes, has Candy Crush downloaded on his phone and a penguin plushie resting in the corner of his office. His personality is so loud, so vibrant, so... annoying.

When Jang Hanseok was announced the new Chairman of Babel, Hanseo did not hesitate one millisecond to pass the position over to him.

If Hanseo didn’t enjoy video games, he most definitely did not enjoy being like a pawn amongst the wealthy elites of the country. Constantly feeling like an NPC to his own body, he might as well kiss Hanseok out of gratitude for taking the position away from him. Although, that man ended up placing Hanseo as Vice Chairman.

Not the best, considering how Hanseo just wanted to fly away and live a life full of secrecy in Malta, but Jang Hanseo will endure it. Like how he always has.

One month ago, a Korean-American man walked up to him and said they were half brothers. Two weeks ago, his new half brother moved in with him, inspecting every crook and cranny his mansion had offered. One week ago, his “hyung” had assimilated the Chairman seat and now was working in the same chair Hanseo had once resided.

If one should say, “ work at Babel is tiring,” that would be a clear understatement in Hanseo’s eyes. Working at Babel meant restless nights, empty coffee cups piling on the floor, dark circles beneath eyes, bleary vision after each all-nighter and so much more.

So Hanseo did not understand why his new hyung had seemed to be in perfect shape.

Jang Hanseok appeared to look healthy, like he got 10 hours of sleep each night and never had reeked of coffee. Maybe it was an American thing, Hanseo pondered, the ability to look completely fine.

He rested his head against his knuckles, his elbow propping his whole arm up against the sleek dark oak desk. The world felt heavy. The air, his own head and eyelids.

Just as he slipped into an abyss of sleep-

Tap! T- Tap! Tap! T- Tap! Tap!

Sharp, rhythmic taps awoke him with a start. His whole body jolted up, and his drowsiness washed away as if someone had dumped ice cold water on him.

“ My dongsaeng!” The single English word prefixing the sentence was a dead giveaway to letting Hanseo know who it was.

“ Han- Hanseok hyung.” He greeted politely, standing up to give a respectful bow.

The Chairman shook his head, “ Hey, we’re brothers. No need for all that.” He comfortably slung an arm around Hanseo’s shoulder and the younger wondered if all Americans acted like this.

Hanseok then nonchalantly sat on top of his desk, disregarding the fact he was also sitting on a small pile of papers.

He popped a gummy bear into his mouth. “ Are you tired? Your skin doesn’t have that... glow that it normally does.”

Hanseo had no clue what English word was uttered but he nodded. “ Just a lot of paperwork nowadays.” Why was he so nervous? It was like a gut feeling that made him feel afraid of Hanseok. It was odd. He barely knew his brother.

“ Do you want a break?” Hanseok followed up with a very intriguing offer.

§

Hanseo doesn’t like video games. Or any sort of games. But if he had to choose between playing games or sorting out piles of worksheets, he’d rather pick the first option.

“ Try this!” Hanseok excitedly called him over to a shooting game, the place was adorned with plushies that would be given as prizes.

The arcade his hyung had taken him to was packed, and Hanseo never relished in crowds or public spaces like these.

Hesitant as always, Hanseo gripped the plastic gun and leveled himself to the sight, moving it to align with the water ballon target. A finger on the neon green trigger, he pressed down and the fake bullet missed the balloon by the slightest inch.

“ Oh, that was close!” Hanseok pipped up, walking over to get his turn. His competitive nature seemed to bloom as he added on, “ You should’ve aimed properly.”

Hanseo scoffed, giving his brother space to take his turn.

Hanseok’s face softened as he suddenly asked, “ Which one do you want?”

His younger brother blinked in slow motion. What? “ What?” He voiced his confusion out loud.

“ I said, which one do you want?” He repeated, gesturing to the plushies that were hanging on the ceiling and walls.

He didn’t know why, but he ended up blushing. No one had ever done these kinds of things for him. Hanseo sharply turned away from his hyung, embarrassed at the red that colored his cheeks.

Hanseok suppressed a chuckle, “ Come on~” He whined in English, “ Hurry up and pick!”

“ Uh...” Hanseo faced the prizes and scanned each one of them. All of them looked boring, too vivid and childish-

“ The puppy one.” He mumbled, his eyes set on the golden retriever plushie that was beside a very colorful stuffed unicorn.

His older half brother smiled mischievously. “ Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Can you say that again?” Causing Hanseo to roll his eyes at the very obvious motive.

He cleared his throat and glanced at the floor. “ The puppy one at the top left.” He repeated clearly, and Hanseok hummed satisfied.

The Chairman raised the toy gun to his eyes, squinting as he aimed. Pulling the trigger, he had hit the first target flawlessly.

“ Woah!” Hanseo said in awe, well aware his brother hadn’t gone to the military yet so this skill was purely cultivated by himself.

Hanseok grinned victoriously, winking at the younger man. “ I’m gonna get it for you.” He clarified, pointing at the puppy plushie.

“ Hyung, you don’t need to-“

“ Oh, but I want to.” He cut the protest off, picking up the toy gun again to hit the second target.

Pop!

The second water balloon was down, meaning there was only one left. “ One more...” Hanseok muttered under his breath, placing his finger on the trigger.

Pop!

“ YES!” He cheered, pumping his fist in the air.

Hanseo cracked a genuine smile, seeing his hyung act like that.

Maybe he wasn’t so annoying after all.

§

“ I did well, didn’t I?” Hanseo piped up. A couple of hours had passed by in the arcade and the two had completely warmed up to each other’s company.

“ Mhm.” Hanseok replied, slinging an arm around his shoulder, gazing down at how adorably Hanseo was clutching the plushie. “ You deserve to be my brother.” He jokingly added on and the other simply scoffed.

“ By the way, you haven’t told me where we’re going yet.” His younger brother said, lips showing the tiniest amount of pouting.

“ We’re almost there,” Hanseok replied, “ See?” He pointed to the store before them, “ An ice cream shop!” He pulled away to make dramatic jazz hands.

Hanseo grinned a cute gummy smile that the older was slowly getting used to. “ Gosh, hyung, you-“

Hanseok immediately placed a single finger on his lips, hushing him. “ Zip it, we’re eating to our hearts content today.” Boldly, Hanseok reached out to his half brother’s unoccupied hand and intertwined their fingers. “ Let’s go!”

“ AH!” Hanseo yelped from the sudden pull, tightening his grip on the stuffed animal.

The glass doors opened with a chime, and the first thing Jang Hanseo noticed was the emptiness of the place.

“ Hyung...” He began, the realization sinking in, “ Did you-“

“ Reserve this?” Hanseok finished off the question, “ Yeah, I did.” He beamed proudly, “ I kinda forgot at first that you didn’t like crowded areas. Sorry.”

Did Hanseo’s heart skip a beat? He wasn’t sure. But he did know that he felt loved. Appreciated. He felt warm inside, like something bubbling at the pit of his stomach. “ Thank you..” He said, unable to find more suitable words.

“ Nah, don’t thank me.” Hanseok waved it off, “ Come on, let’s take a seat.” He changed the topic with ease, dragging the other along to a circular turquoise table.

One of the staff walked out and headed towards them. After basic greetings, they pulled out a notepad. “ What would you both like?”

Is this a fancy restaurant or something? Why is there a waitress-

“ Hanseo-ah, what do you want?” His brother’s question snapped him out of his thoughts.

“ Uh... I’ll have the double chocolate chip ice cream.” He scrambled to pick one quickly, his social anxiety not wanting to drag the conversation on further.

“ And you, sir?” The waitress turned to Hanseok.

“ Classic vanilla. With gummy bear toppings.” He answered curtly, and the lady quickly wrote it down before scurrying away.

A minute or so passed when the Jang brothers were handed their orders. Hanseo’s mouth watered at the sight of the extra chocolate drizzle that was placed on top of it all for free.

Hanseok smiled, “ I guess you like chocolate a lot?”

Hanseo nodded eagerly as he grabbed his spoon to dig in. After wiping some ice cream off his chin with the back of his hand, he decided to reply. “ And I guess you like gummy bears a lot?”

Hanseok chuckled, “ I love them.” His smile dropped a bit though, but the sparkles in his eyes remained. “ Hey, you got a little stuck beside your lips.” He pointed at Hanseo’s face, and the younger man immediately picked up a napkin and began cleaning the wrong side.

“ No- no,” Hanseok sighed,” Come on, let me do it.” He stood up and reached over the table, taking his thumb and gently wiping the ice cream off Hanseo’s face.

Hanseo immediately tensed under such soft touch, not really knowing why he was expecting something harsh.

“ O- oh, thanks.” He stuttered, focusing on the ice cream before him.

“ Mhm.” Hanseok continued to munch on his gummy bears, before scooping one out with his spoon. “ Wanna try?”

“ No, it’s okay you can have it.” He declined, this brother of his was already giving him way too much affection than what he was used to.

“ Say ‘ahh,’” Hanseok prompted, holding the spoon in front of his dongsaeng’s mouth as if he were a baby.

Hanseo blushed- out of being flustered or embarrassed- he’ll never know. He looked up into the Chairman’s eyes and regretted it right away.

The twenty something year old man was making puppy eyes. It sort of reminded him of the plushie he got today, big and cute. Sighing, Hanseo reluctantly opened his mouth.

“ There you go.” Hanseok grinned, and watched as the younger chewed on the gummy bear.

Hanseo didn’t have the heart to tell him that he actually despised gummy bears with all his being. But then again, Hanseo didn’t really like Hanseok or games at first. Now his point of view had changed.

Maybe he could grow to love gummy bears too.

[funkwhistle]

I cared

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x reader

Warnings: bit of angst, fluff at end

Summary: After you hadn’t seen him for years, a very familiar face appears in the saloon. A face you weren’t hoping to see any time soon. And there’s a little bit of Micah slander oops

The room moved around you: the blur of the evening crowd in the saloon; groups of rowdy men chinking glasses; the tinkle of jazz piano; and him.

He stood, framed by the evening light, in the doorway; his hat on its classic angle, throwing shade over the face you knew to be riddled with tiredness. And yet you didn't move from your spot by the bar, opting to pour another drink for the customer who was hollering at you. The noise of the saloon was too loud, the colours too bright, everything was wrong - he wasn't supposed to be here, it wasn't supposed to be like this.

Gritting your teeth, you squeezed away the tears which threatened to fall, swallowing heavily and sliding a shot to the man on the bar. You didn't dare look up, but you could hear him approaching, his boots tapping a familiar rhythm onto the floorboards. A rhythm which reminded you of the fonder memories with him, how he'd always visit you at work when he was in town, and his little gifts of things he'd acquired on his travels. You still had one of the egret feathers he'd given you on his last visit.

The footsteps stopped by a table, allowing your heartbeat a second to recuperate itself before you were forced to look up to check for more customers. Scanning the room, your eyes skirted past his figure without taking in his expression, yet you could tell his attention was focussed on you. This was only confirmed by his footsteps loudening as he moved towards the bar. You busied yourself polishing some glasses vigorously,desperately attempting to avert your eye from his gaze.

“If you polish that glass any more I think I'd be able to see my reflection in it,” And he had reached the bar. You shrugged, ignoring his comment and not taking your eyes off the perfectly shiny glass you were polishing. Swapping glasses, you decided you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of playing his puppet again. He still hadn't moved, and you became more aware of your surroundings, how there were customers hollering for more drinks, and how a fight had broken out outside.

“Look at me darlin,” he said, softer now than before, using the same voice he's lulled you in with before, the voice of a man who spun you into a web of lies, the voice which would whisper in your ear as you fell asleep in his arms.

“Please?”

You looked up, not because you had any desire to lay your eyes on that man again, but because of what he'd said. He never said please, not for anyone, not for anything; as though the word was foreign to him. He'd anticipated this, his head cocked knowingly and a smirk crept its way across his face, infuriating you at his conceited manner. Reaching his hand out to touch yours, you pulled back suddenly, as though his unwanted touch had scalded you.

“I'm on break, sorry,” you said quickly, dropping the cloth you'd been using on the bar and rushing out back, where he couldn't see you, even though there were still impatient customers hankering for another drink. Maybe Jed would cover for you for a while.

“Need me to serve for a while?” it wasn't Jed who offered, rather Annie, but you nodded gratefully nevertheless, moving so you could stand outside for a breath of fresh air. Annie patted you on the shoulder as you walked through the maze of staff corridors to find the back exit before leaning on the doorframe and taking in the evening light.

The sun had settled behind the thick forest on the horizon, the town bathed in the cool night. Glancing to your right, you saw the train pulling out of the station, full of passengers escaping the conflict thi town brought with it; you'd give anything to be gone from here again. People waved a friendly greeting as they passed you, recognizing you from the saloon, but they had the freedom to leave whenever they wanted.

The both of you had met while you were working in Strawberry; the place you regarded most as your home, that was where you had grown up after you'd moved from the South. You had been serving drinks in the bar in the Trackers hotel until you met him, who had convinced you to come and find adventure in the West with him. He'd found you a job here, in Rhodes, so that he'd always be close-by; he'd visit you frequently, sometimes sitting at the bar just to watch you work.

You remembered when he'd taken you down to the water, and how the pair of you had stood, knee deep in the cold water, and discussed your lives - his life of hiding from the law and your more mundane one.

Then that day came, when he said that the pair of you couldn't continue what you had, that one of the people he ran with said there was a rat, and he had believed you to be it. Yes, he'd told you his gang's confidential plans, and secrets about heists not to be passed on, but the fact he believed you'd so willingly betray him and tell the law about it hurt; it hurt a lot more than you'd cared to admit.

The only other thing you'd remembered from that night is that he'd left like an unlit human torch, covered in the alcohol you'd thrown at him. In some ways, you were waiting to watch him go up in a tower of flames, but the other half of you wanted him to still pull you close and tell you how much you meant to him.

Even though you had grown to resent the thought of him, you still slightly expected you to come back over the following days, or maybe weeks. But then days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and it was still silence from the cowboy. It was approaching six months now, and yet you felt as though you'd be without him for years, the cuts he'd left in your heart had healed themselves - or so you'd thought.

You shivered a little as the night settled itself into the edges of town, there were fewer people out now as the shops shut, interior lighting being extinguished one by one and plunging the town into a moonlight darkness. Regretting you hadn't brought your coat, you tapped your foot on the floor, in a futile attempt to get the blood moving around you and you rubbed your arms to rid them of goosebumps.

In fact, you were so preoccupied with warming yourself you nearly didn't hear the sound of his footsteps behind you again, until you could feel his warmth, and the smell you'd grown to resent - the smell of trees, and horse hair, and smoke.

“Look,” he started, and you could sense him moving behind you but you didn't turn to face him. It wasn't until you felt his coat on your shoulders you'd realised he'd given you his coat because you were cold, and instead of pushing it off you, the small part of you which wanted to forgive him pulled it closer around you. It was the last memory you needed for the tears to start, wetting your face with silent agony.

He moved closer behind you, so your back was pressed against his chest as he rested his chin atop your head. And you still didn't pull away, the fond memories of the pair of playing in your mind, overriding every reason you had to distance yourself from this man.

“Look darlin, I'm sorry about what I did,” you scoffed a little, was that why he'd accused you of being a mole in front of the saloon that evening? However he didn't acknowledge this, breathing in deeply and collecting his thoughts before he continued.

“And I'm real sorry I ain't come to see ya,” This made you turn around, so you could face him and he could see the tears which were drying on your cheeks. Gently, he moved to wipe one away, but you flinched from him, and he moved back from you, almost in fear of what you were to do next.

“I wasn't sure you cared to see me, I got stranded on one of thos-” That was the last straw for you, having had enough of his half-hearted apologies you finally snapped, glaring daggers into him.

“I don't care where you were Mr Morgan, I don't care if you went to goddamned Timbuktu. I don't care to hear your excuses;  I cared because you called me a rat. I cared because you thought I'd betray you, even after everything we'd done together. I cared because you took me from my friends in Strawberry so I could be with you. Hell - you made me believe we had something between us. Of course I care Arthur, don't you dare say I didn't,” You had started to cry again, but this time in happiness; he'd got what was coming for him, and he deserved everything you'd just said to him and more. He stood there, looking shocked at your outburst, but you didn't let him get a word in continuing angrily; “And now I'm stuck in this dying town run by egotistical maniacs, crying over a man who thinks so little of me that he accused me of trying to get him killed.”

You moved to walk past him, but he grabbed your shoulders, not allowing you to leave as he looked down at you. As you stood there, your heart was pounding in your throat, not allowing you to speak as you stood, frozen in his grasp. Hesitantly, he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, you didn't move, unsure if you'd fall back into his arms or slap him. Either option seemed good to you at this moment, but he didn't allow you to do either, as he pulled away from you to see you clearly.

“Darlin, I didn't want to believe that liar, hell, I was so convinced by that… that- Micah you were the rat, and you'd been selling the secrets. And I felt goddamned awful that I'd been betraying the gang and you, and I'm sorry; I felt like a bleedin idiot I'd let him speak sense to me,” His eyes desperately sought yours for a sense of conformation, but you were firmly looking over his shoulder, knowing if you looked into his pleading expression you'd forgive him.

“And I didn't come see ya cause I was stuck on one of them islands off shore and you know me, I hate swimming in the sea, and I wasn't gonna swim miles to be killed-” 

“Shut up and come here,” you interrupted him, he'd said enough that you cared to listen to. Hesitantly, he stepped forward, unable to read your expression; tears drying on your cheeks and a glint in your eye. You glanced up at him quickly, taking in his face which, now you were closer, bore evidence of his exile, and new scars littered his cheek, his beard growing out scruffily. 

Neither had any longer to study the changes time had made to the others face, as you'd moved so your lips lightly grazed his, missing the comfort they'd provided for you for years. Arthur hummed happily at your response, his hands finding your hips and pulling you closer, smiling into the kiss. Before you could go any further, you pulled away slightly, resting your forehead on his as you whispered;

“I love you an awful lot, y'remember that Arthur,” 

He pulled you in for another kiss, mumbling he loved you against your lips as he did so. For now, you were happy here.

A/N: I started writing this for Miach, but that didn’t turn out that way? You never know, maybe I’ll write something for that kid one day.

[dameronology]

sorry seems to be the hardest word {poe x reader}

summary: with the war over, poe has a little too much time to think. more specifically, he has too much time to think about you.

warnings; swearing, angst (but eventual fluff!) 

 i have a lecture at 9am and here i am at 2am, producing this shit content for u all. enjoy xx 

- jazz

You passed each other in the hallway sometimes.

Nobody would have known. Not a single person would have guessed that behind your professional nods and quick glances, that years of history lay untouched between the two of you. Early mornings, filled with rays of pink and yellow sunshine, fingers dancing across bare skin and as you laughed together, revelling in nothing but the highs of pure love. Then there had been the nights; they were undeniably colder, a shadow cast over the galaxy as the darkness forced people to face the horrors of war. You couldn’t see anything, not even a foot in front of you – but you could reach your hand out, and you knew that Poe Dameron would take it.  He was there. He was always there.

And then he wasn’t.

You knew it wasn’t his fault, nor was it yours. The Resistance needed both of you, but he’d been the one to call the shots on your relationship – and it had only been a matter of time, really. It was clear that things were going to come to head eventually and Poe had been the one to pull the trigger. You were important to him – perhaps the most paramount thing in his life – but none of it would have mattered if you lost the war. Secretly, he kind of hoped that he could just put a pin in it for later and win you back when the galaxy wasn’t batshit crazy.

Later was now. Poe was a general – your boss, actually – and you were a commander for one of the New Republic fleets. He saw you ten or twenty times a day in passing, chattering with your squad or delivering mission reports. Everything he loved about you was still there; your poise, your professionalism, your biting tongue and wit. And yet, all he got these days was a curt nod or a hope you’re doing well, general.  

To give credit where credit was due, Poe had tried to get your attention. He’d made many attempts to win you back without ever actually saying it: you were the first person he promoted after the war, and you always got the good missions. He never chased you up for paperwork and surely, you must have noticed that you were always assigned the most high-tech jets. It felt as though he were screaming into the void, throwing out everything he could and hoping that you would get the message.

But you never did. Or, if you did get it, you were ignoring it. Your icy demeanour never changed, nor did your attitude towards him. Poe witnessed you in action every day – in the air and on the ground, with blasters and with words – and with each passing one, he was certain that he was still in love with you. His distance from you was simply a reminder that he’d hurt you, as though to say congrats, you fucked up! Nice one, asshole.  

That brings us to now: specifically, early on a Tuesday morning, outside of your office. Poe, having reached breaking point, finally decided that he was just going to straight up tell you – or maybe he was asking you. Whatever it was, he knew that he had to get his feelings off his chest. If the war had taught him anything, it was that there was no time to roll over and let things pass. Even if you rejected him entirely, at least he could walk away knowing he’d tried.

Taking a deep breath, Poe raised his hand and knocked on your door twice. He knew that your schedule that day was clear – he’d made sure it was. You’d found it a little suspicious that your usual weekly meeting had suddenly been moved but you hadn’t questioned it. You were already running around doing a thousand different things.

‘One second!’ You called. There was a light shuffling sound, and after the fall of your boots against the ground, you swung the door open. ‘Poe – hi! General Dameron, sorry.’

‘I hate when you call me general.’ Poe groaned. (You found that to be quite ironic, because there had been many times when he’d demanded that you call him that – but that probably wasn’t relevant. Moving on.)

‘Right.’ You raised an eyebrow. ‘What can I do for you?’

‘Can we talk?’

‘We’re talking now.’

‘That’s not what I….’ his eyes fell to the floor. For someone who was usually so confident, he’d certainly lost his swagger. ‘Can I just come in?’

You stepped aside, gesturing for Poe to come inside. Your office was quintessentially you; organised, but homely. You had a neat stack of papers on your desk and a few photos lining the walls. Most of them were of you with your friends; you and Rose at Canto Bight, you and Snap beside his X-Wing, you and Leia laughing together. His favourite one, however, was one of you and him with Rey and Finn; it had been taken on Hoth, and you were all bundled up beside Threepio, who was wearing a beanie you had terribly knitted. It had been one of the hardest weeks the Resistance had seen, but you were all stood there with your arms linked, smiling at the camera despite everything.

You were the only thing that had got Poe through the war. He knew it then and he certainly knew it now.

‘You’re in luck.’ You said, dropping into your desk chair. ‘My morning meeting got cancelled.’

‘Yeah, I know.’ Poe sat opposite you. ‘I was the one who moved it.’

You thinned your eyes at him. ‘Why?’

‘Because…look, I’m just gonna give it to you straight.’ He rested his palms on the table in front of you. ‘I’ve been trying for months to get your attention. I’ve been giving you the best missions and the best jets and Finn has been on my ass about it but I was hoping it might get you to look at me.’

‘Poe, I-‘

‘- I know, it’s stupid.’ He continued. He rambled when he was nervous. ‘I thought that it might get you to talk to me again.’

‘I…’ you couldn’t quite find the words. ‘I’m not ignoring you. I’m just treating you like a colleague.’

‘And that’s the worst part!’ Poe shot back. ‘Because…we’re not just colleagues. Every time I look at you, I remember how you used to make me feel and it’s fucking killing me.’

You peered up at him, a small sigh escaping your lips. ‘The promotion.’

‘What?’

‘Was that because I deserved it or because you were trying to win me back?’

‘Shit.’ Poe murmured, heading dropping into his hands.

‘Poe.’ You leant forward, practically growling his name.

‘You know I wouldn’t do that.’ He pushed his hair back, brown eyes finally meeting yours. ‘You deserved that more than anyone.’

‘This is fucking crazy.’ You couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief. ‘You broke my heart six months ago and now you’re here, in my office at 7am, telling me that what I thought was just my good luck has been entirely your doing.’

‘I didn’t know what else to do.’ Poe admitted. ‘I just…I am so fucking in love with you. Hurting you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.’

You didn’t mean to falter. It was just that you’d been longing to hear him say for it so long and you hadn’t even realised it. In forcing yourself not to think about him, you hadn’t taken a moment to think about the possibility of getting back together. You didn’t want to let your mind wander in that direction, especially after all the hurt you’d felt the first time.

And now, he’d come in all guns blazing. Classic Poe, really.

‘So why did you do it?’ You quietly asked. ‘Why did you end it in the first place if you’re so in love with me?’

‘I was scared.’ Poe admitted. ‘I felt so helpless that ending it myself made me feel like I had some kind of control.’

‘Hey, Poe?’

He looked up, eyes suddenly full of hope. ‘Yeah?’

‘That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.’

And then he deflated.

‘I know.’

You shook your head, giving him a small smile. ‘I’ve missed you.’

‘I’ve missed you too.’ He said. ‘So much. I know I see you every day but…I want to be with you. Those weird nods in the hallway and sideways glances just don’t quite do it for me.’

Your initial reaction had been to jump at the chance – to leap across the table and take your lips in his, making up for months of lost time there and then. On the other hand, you had to be realistic. He’d hurt you before and by taking him back, you were giving the power to do it all over again. That was a level of trust you weren’t sure you were ready for.

But it was Poe. It was your Poe – and you knew that no matter what had happened, his intention had never been to hurt you. Rather, it had been to protect you. It was a decision he’d made in catastrophically poor judgement, but the war had made everyone do stupid things. You hadn’t made it out the other side without your fair share of embarrassing stories.

If you did give him another chance – and if it went well? You could have everything. You’d have Poe by your side again (not that he’d ever really left). The future you used to talk about as a distraction from the war could become a reality. You could have your partner-in-crime back, your ride or die.

All it took was you overlooking the fact he’d hurt you.

Slowly reaching your hand out towards his, you intertwined your fingers with Poe’s. They still fit perfectly; warm and snug, as familiar as though you’d been holding one another just yesterday.

‘Dinner. Tomorrow night.’ You said.

Poe jolted up in his seat. ‘Are you serious?’

‘Dead serious.’ You shot back. ‘I’m…I’m a little hesitant, but I know you didn’t mean to hurt me the way you did.’

‘I could never hurt you intentionally.’ His grip on your hands tightened. ‘That doesn’t change the fact I did but I promise – I swear on everything I have – that this will be worth it.’

You gave him a watery smile. ‘I know.’

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[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Business AU - Working Late, Part 6

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5

Just two cuties learning more about eachother ooohhh u___u 💜

Help, I’m getting too involved in this fic fsdfhsjfbsd

They had agreed to meet at Vee’s apartment building at around 6:30-7:00pm, exchanging phone numbers for easier communication. They had yet to know where they’d spend the evening on this Saturday, but knowing New York was full of surprises, it wouldn’t be hard to find something to do.

Vee was franctically moving back and forth from her bedroom to the bathroom, trying so hard to find anything good to wear. ... They should’ve decided on an activity, dammit. Now she didn’t know if it would be wiser to wear a dress, or something more casual? As her hands were shovelling through clothes in her closet, she heard her phone beep to life, signaling a notification. Glancing at the time, it was barely over 6pm. It was a text from Donnie, to which she couldn’t help raising a brow:

Her lips were pursed in a thin line, answering anyway:

She put her phone away. He wasn’t supposed to get here in at least thirty minutes to an hour, so there was no rush.

*BZZZZT*

She jumped when the door buzzer rang. Her frown was formed in an instant, running to her intercom and cracking it to life.

“Yes?”

“I was curious ‘cause I wanted to come up and see where you live!” responded Donnie’s voice through the intercom.

“What are you doing here? It’s only 6pm!”

“I figured it’d be a good excuse to come up to your place.”

“Donatello you are one sneaky bastard,” sighed Vee. “... Alright, come on up.”

As soon as she unlocked the main entrance downstair, that’s when she realized that she was still only in her underwear. She panicked for a couple of seconds, allowing some time for him to enter the building, then running to her room and grabbing any pieces of clothing she could find; a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Almost falling in her rush, she then rushed to her entrance, opening the door in a hurry. She met face to face with Donnie, the mutant’s hand in a motion to knock, but promptly stopped. His eyes were wide as he noticed her a panting mess.

“... I guess it wasn’t such a good idea afterall,” he chuckled.

“Let’s just say you took me by surprise. I still have yet to decide what I’m gonna wear.”

She moved, gesturing him to come in. As he passed by, she glanced at his look. He was rather casual for the occasion; a pair of blue jeans and a black shirt, not entirely buttoned at the top, giving a slight sight to his plastron.

“Looking at you, now I finally have a better idea of what to wear,” she pointed out. “At least that’s good.”

As she walked to him, she vaguely gestured the surroundings: “Welcome to my oversized closet. One bedroom, one bathroom, the rest is the living space connected to the kitchen. ... This must look like a tiny shithole to you.”

Donnie tsked: “Don’t be so hard on this place, it has its charms! I think it looks nice. ... It suits you in terms of taste.”

“Most of the furniture is second-hand, which is cheaper most of the time,” added Vee, going towards her bedroom. “I wouldn’t say it’s one hundred percent my taste, but at least it fills the space. ... This place is tiny, but good enough for me.”

As she was about to close her door, she did peak back at Donnie, flashing him a smile: “Make yourself at home, I’ll be ready in no time.”

The terrapin took that as an invitation to look around the place. To be frank, he did arrive earlier in order to do such thing. He always thought that a person’s environment could tell so much about them. Overall the place was tidy, with the exception of a few books here and there and some papers and pencils layed on a coffee table. She had a bookshelf completely filled, books about various subjects neatly placed and organized. An electric piano was resting against a wall, various partitions showing on a music stand close by. There were some art and pictures decorating the space - but none were showing people, even relatives if any... He also noticed a faint smell of coffee in the air, judging that she must have brewed some earlier. There was this sense of coziness, something only a small and well-thought apartment could give, and it definitely did suit her well.

Vee’s bedroom door opened, revealing the woman in much proper clothes. Both smiled, Vee playfully adding:

“I figured I’d bring the curse back.”

She had also opted for jeans, her upper body adorning a black tank top and a black blazer over it.

“At least you have more style than me,” added the turtle.

“Nonsense,” Vee scolded in a fake tone, giving a playful slap on his arm as she passed by, going to the kitchen area. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

She got two glasses out of a cupboard, showing them to Donnie: ‘‘Water? ... I don’t have anything else fancy to drink.”

“Water is good,” he smiled, leaning against the kitchen island.

He really didn’t know why, but looking at her go in her own environment was making him happy. It felt much more intimate to see her at ease and relaxed...

“So, what did you have in mind for this evening?” she asked, setting the glasses down and offering one to him.

He took a sip, looking pensive for a moment.

“We can definitely grab a quick bite somewhere, theeennnn...” He looked around quickly, then pointing the piano. “You like music? What genre?”

Vee shrugged: “Pretty much anything, but I do have a preference for classical and jazz. Why?”

“We could definitely drop at a jazz club then! I know some interesting places in Midtown.”

“I’m down for it then, monsieur,” smirked the woman.

***

They had opted first to go to a small local café, indulging themselves to some coffee and simple food. There was no need to be fancy-pantsy, prefering the intimacy and coziness of this small place. To be frank, it was the perfect setting for some casual conversation, finally taking the time to get to know eachother further more.

To quench Donnie’s curiosity, Vee explained why she moved to New York city. She felt like she had been facing a wall for too long back in Montréal. A lot of things had gone wrong in her personal life, her career seemed to go nowhere. All she wanted at some point was to run away. Start from scratch and be on her own... She had visited New York a couple of times before and had been in love with the city ever since. It only felt natural that she’d want to move there - knowing big cities were at least familiar to her, yet she could experience new things out of it. Her family had been furious about her choices, but she chose to stick to it and moved without any help. She found her apartment and her job all by herself. She handled all sorts of paperwork herself regarding her move. She wanted to be alone. She wanted to prove herself that she could make such a huge leap in her life.

As for Donnie, without going into much details, he explained how the Hamato Enterprise came to be. After his father’s death, he and his brothers joined forces and decided to reveal themselves to the world - with the help of some key figures in the city. Their knowledge of New York and its pulse proved to be a tremendous help for developping tactics and plans to advance the city’s security and good life of its people. It was still not perfect - how could it ever truly be anyway? - but the turtles had New York and its denizens at heart, and they would do anything to safeguard it. They had attracted good and bad attention on them over the years, but that never distracted them from their goals to bring out the best out of this city.

Vee could admire the intentions, although she did raise concerns in regards to judging what could be “best” for the city. There were too many variables that would never allow a perfect “cookie-cutter” plan for peace. Donnie was well aware of that and it was something he had personally raised to his brother Leonardo - who was mostly in charge of security matters. Sacrifices had to be made at times for the people’s sake, but at least the four brothers’ different points of view helped painting various scenarios into shades of grey, rather than in a fully black and white picture.

Done with their meal, the duo proceeded towards Midtown. The evening was warm and the streets colorful. Energy and life were coursing through every corners of the city, truly reminding that New York was indeed the city that never sleeps. They found solace in a jazz club inbetween other venues. There was already a good crowd seated there, so they both found their place towards the back of the room, although they still got a nice view on the stage. A band was already playing, setting a smooth ambiance to the scene. After they ordered some drinks to their table, Vee made herself more comfortable as she removed her blazer, revealing her tank top, as well as the tattoo adorning her upper left chest part.

“Oh nice,” started Donnie as he took a better look at it. “I did notice your tattoo by some occasions, but it’s the first I’m seeing it fully!”

“Yeah, sorry, it’s starting to get hot in here.”

“No need to be sorry for anything, I enjoy the sight,” winked the terrapin. “How many tattoos do you have?”

“Let’s see...,” quickly pondered the woman. She quickly gestured or tapped whichever part she was mentionning afterward: “One at each legs - ankle level. Both wrists, on the insides. Inner left forearm. On the ring finger of my right hand. Behind my right shoulder. Do I need to still go on?”

“I’m guessing you want more of them?”

“Oh absolutely,” smiled Vee. “Hopefully I can get both my arms fully covered at some point.”

“I could probably help with that.”

The woman couldn’t help her small frown, slightly curious.

“How so?”

“I know how to tattoo! I did my brothers’ tattoos.”

She hummed in approval, her eyes wide with interest, as well as lightly tapping his nearby forearm by absolute delight.

“Well, well, well. Have I known, I would have asked for that instead of a date!”

“Oh come on, is this evening going so bad right now?” teased Donnie.

“I’m joking,” reassured Vee, her smile soft. “I’m having a really nice time so far.”

Her hand remained on his arm, lightly stroking his scales. Her eyes drifted back to the scene, watching the musicians play. She rarely had the time to watch any live performances nowadays, so this experience was most definitely welcomed this evening.

“I’ll never get tired of music...,” she started dreamily. “It’s been my first real passion and it might forever be so.”

“I suspect you play the piano, since I’ve seen one back at your place,” inquired Donnie.

“I’ve been learning it by myself for so many years now. My main instrument though is the Alto Saxophone and I’ve been singing as well. I do compose in my spare time too.”

“I’m curious about all of that now. When can I hear one of your masterpieces?”

She squinted her eyes in amusement as she glanced back at the turtle.

“In due time, dear. But for now let’s enjoy the music already available to us.”

In answer, Donnie simply moved his arm so his hand could rightfully hold Vee’s, their fingers interlacing - threes and fives. They spent the whole show like this, forever enjoying eachother’s presence. How could this evening be even better than this?

***

“I still can’t believe that last band that played. I’ve never heard a saxophone squeak so much in one performance. It was so bad!” laughed Vee.

“You should’ve gone up on stage and steal the show. That would’ve been fun,” teased Donnie.

“Oh no, no, no!” quickly replied the woman. “This city is not ready yet to hear my talent.”

Her tipsy state did bring more fun into the conversation, Vee holding onto Donnie’s arm as they were heading toward’s her apartment building. She still had all her mind, but her mood was light and happier than usual, definitely on a cloud. As they stopped to the main entrance’s door, Vee couldn’t help tracing a finger over the visible parts of the mutant’s plastron.

“... Wanna come upstair for another glass of water?” she asked.

Donnie showed half of a smile, slightly shaking his head.

“No, I’m good. ... I don’t think it’d be a good idea to go up with you.”

“How so? I’m bad company?”

“No, you’re an excellent one, in fact....”

A shiver passed through Vee as she felt his hand at the small of her back, keeping her close.

“... J’ai beaucoup aimé ce temps passé avec toi (I really liked that time spent with you),” he said, his other hand lovingly cupping her cheek.

Vee couldn’t help her grin, leaning into his touch.

“Not bad. You’re not that much of a lost cause with French after all.”

“Let’s just say you’re inspiring me, all of a sudden.”

A quiet chuckle left Vee: “Monsieur Donatello, vous m’en laissez bouche bée (mister Donatello, you’re leaving me speechless).”

They couldn’t stop reading one another, ever leaning so close...

“... I could leave you even more speechless,” murmured the mutant.

In a joined, yet tender motion, it didn’t take long for their lips to meet, Vee helping herself by standing at the tip of her toes. It simply felt so natural... An overdued resolution that was only bound to happen. It was both brief and taking forever, the feeling sending fireworks through them both. They kept close as the kiss ended, Vee’s blush way apparent as she couldn’t stop smiling.

“Well, that’s one good way to end the night,” she said lovingly.

“I wanted to do that for quite some time now...”

“I won’t say no to a second serving, good sir.”

That amused Donnie, indulging himself to a second sweet kiss. He didn’t want to rush anything, keeping it quite simple for the moment. Oh but how did it make him crave for so much more... After they parted once more, Donnie knew he had to leave. They had taken some good steps together, but right now they needed to halt that race... as good as it felt.

“Goodnight, Vee...” he cooed, feeling enamored.

“Goodnight, Donnie. I’ll dream of you...,” sweetly added Vee.

“Then I shall meet you in mine as well.”

It’d be quite pleasant, indeed.

((Part 7))

[robinofinashiro]

request: “yandere alphabet Bakugou Katsuki”

request status: open

pairing: yandere! bakugou katsuki x fem! reader 

A - Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

》 Bakugou is based off actions, not words. THAT’S NOT TO SAY THAT HE WOULDN’T LOVE YOU VERBALLY BUT he would prefer to show you rather than speak it. 

B - Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

》 this is Bakugou we’re talking about, he already does the most in a non-yandere situation so imagine for the love of his life? he’d go to the ends of the world for and he’d do it the minute they asked. 

C - Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

》 okay so logically speaking, you’re probably going to go against him when you first get napped so yeah, he’d make sure you’d know that you’re his forever and he’d 100% mock the death of a loved one to make sure you got the point. YOU. ARE. NOT. LEAVING. HIM.

D - Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

》 affection? like previously mentioned, he is more actions than words so he will force you to cuddle with him if he had a hard day at work. kisses after work are a thing he makes you do too. forced physical affection is a big one with him.

E - Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

》 once he’s realized that he cracked you enough, enough to the point where you’ve developed stockholm syndrome, that’s probably the breaking and vulnerable point. he’ll lay all his thoughts, past, future plans, and anything else to you. i mean, it’s not like you’re going anywhere. 

F - Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

》 Bakugou is PISSED. especially if you’re doing it after months of being kidnapped. he doesn’t understand why? you literally have the best life. you’re clothed, fed, pampered every second that you’re with him so why are you being such an ass? 

G - Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

》 I can imagine there are a few yandere MHA characters that would think of this as a game. Bakugou is not one of those. you’re his. whether you like it or not and if he sees that you’re trying to escape, he will punish you for doing that and god damn it, that aint the move.  

H - Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

》 either punishment after they’ve broke a rule of his or right when he first kidnaps them. both situations are very very bad and as a darling, don’t ever try to experience those situations again. it wouldn’t end up being a good thing for you. 

I - Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

》 white fence house with kids. basically being a housewife. oh, you were thinking of becoming a hero? yeah, okay! let’s keep thinking that and for a while, you will but then you suddenly end up pregnant bc the condom broke! whoopsie! 

J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

》 VERY EASILY. if the two of you somehow leave the house together and he sees you talking to man, oh pal, you’re in for it. it doesn’t matter if you were just talking to a poor salesperson at the grocery store, he’ll whisper a warning that if you ever pull that shit again, your privileges are taken away. 

K - Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

》 he’s very affectionate. like an arm around your waist at the store and peck on the cheek if he sees someone is staring at you. it becomes doubled or even tripled at home. he’s constantly cuddling, kissing, or holding you.  

L - Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

》 um, he’ll court you for a bet. go all out. buy you flowers, chocolates, a very expensive gift an anniversary, and all that jazz. he’ll make sure that you feel loved very early on in the relationship. 

M - Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

》 yes and no. yes because he gets very easily jealous and no because he has a reputation to uphold. he’s King Explosion Murder. he doesn’t do that fluffy shit willingly in public. 

N - Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

》depending on what you did, it could range from a simple locked in your room for a few hours to you’re not eating unless he remembers and when he does, he’ll give you the bare minimum. 

O - Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

》 like previously mentioned, it depends. he won’t let you have any cell phone or phone privileges. he will try to keep you as healthy as possible so hospital, dentist, vision appointments are a thing but he won’t take you to the mall or visit family. you do get to watch TV tho!! 

P - Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

》 ironically, very patient with his darling. he’ll try to rationalize the things you’re first doing when he kidnaps you but after a while, if you’re still doing shit to piss him off, he’ll get irritated very quickly. 

Q - Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

》 HAAAAA. yeah right. whatever the case is, he won’t. if you died, he’d go right with you. if you leave or successfully escape, he’ll look for you until the day he dies or he finds you. you aren’t escaping him that easily. 

R - Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

》 yes and no. at first, he recognizes that his emotions towards you are not healthy and will try to step away from you but once he realizes that he can’t live without you, he’ll come to accept the emotions. 

S - Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

》 probably his past with Deku and his relationship with his mom. whichever side eats him up the most is probably the reason but it’s probably both tho. he won’t ever fully forgive what he did and said to Deku as a child and his very off relationship with mom will just seal the deal. 

T - Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

》 at first, hella shitty. he’ll sit and realize that he’s the reason why you’re so upset but after a while, he starts caring less. if he sees you crying/screaming, he’ll leave you alone for a few hours but come and get you a bit later. if you’re isolating yourself intentionally, he’ll show you what true isolation is. he won’t have you misbehaving in such a way. 

U -Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

》 probably not. he’s very much the stereotypical yandere. if anything, he’ll probably give you a few hours outside with him. he can’t have you going sick bc you aren’t outside. other than that, nope, he’s the classic yandere.  

V - Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

》 pregnancy or anything that has to do with your health. that’s the best time to tell someone about the situation and RUN. 

W - Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

》 fuck no baby. he might be cruel and irrational but he wouldn’t ever physically hurt them. he has to keep you the precious darling you are and how can he do that when you’re hurt, bruised, and broken? he’s more of a psychological, ‘I’ll fuck with your brain and mental health’ person. 

X - Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

》 he’ll do the most in the very beginning. he’ll become a simp. a huge simp. the good thing in all of that is that he’s very secretive with it so he can do it without really anyone realizing it. he’ll shower you in compliments and gifts. do not test this man. 

Y - Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

》 probably a few months. he doesn’t wait too long though. I think the thing that keeps him back a bit is the fact that he knows his feelings aren’t okay. those aren’t normal emotions and he will sit back and think of the actions that come with becoming a yandere. so give or take, he’ll keep himself back for roughly four-ish months. 

Z - Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

》 mentally yes, physically no. he’s all about the psychology of it all. if he can break your mental health and can realize that you’re on the verge of snapping and becoming his perfect darling, he’ll try his hardest to break you. like previously mentioned, he can’t physically bring himself to hurt you. he gets upset at himself and that’s something nobody wants to deal with. 

[stygiantarot]

Autumn Kitchen Witchcraft

(Originally taught on The Alexandria Archives 10/26/2019) Witchcraft in the kitchen is the art of combining a food or drink process and magical intention and correspondences. Whether it be by stirring, cutting, heating, kneading, or even chilling! Anything you make can be imbued with intention by deliberate actions or the combination of flavors you add. Correspondences doesn’t have to mean a specific ingredient; it just needs to be a specific association.

Ways of doing this:

spices, herbs: adding ones that have specific correspondences to what your intention is

stirring energy in or out: drawing and banishing with your own motions and personal energy

kneading energy into dough

cutting or brushing on sigils

letting an element do the energy work: the heat of a stove top or oven, the chilling of a fridge or freezer, the brewing of a kettle or crockpot

When it comes to Autumn it’s about the celebration of harvest and the warmth you bring into the house in dishes rather than outside temperature. There are a lot of ways to do this and many intentions can be focused on: health, prosperity, creativity, luck, love, etc.

The best way to incorporate the energies of Autumn is to think about what the season means to you in the kitchen. Is it about the rich warmth of stews and soups? The umami flavors of root vegetables? The scent of spices like cinnamon, clove, nutmeg, cardamom? The texture of caramelized apples, onions, or squash? Is it about certain drinks like cider or mulled wine?

And even if you don’t have memories of specific Autumn associations or you live in an area that doesn’t have a classic sort of change into a fall season; build your own! What helps you sort of wind down for the day? What gives you comfort and peace? That is the sort of food you should be focusing on. Much like spring and summer are about light, energizing and crisp foods; fall and winter are about those richer, unctuous and warming flavors. Foods that you want to curl up with and be lazy; enjoy at a slow pace while Netflix babbles in the background. Pair with a movie marathon and the company of a loved one or pet.

Easy Autumn kitchen witchcraft:

Carving a pumpkin and roasting the seeds (toss with salt, pepper, olive oil, garlic or paprika powder and a touch of Worcestershire sauce)

Mulling cider or wine (use a coffee filter for the mulling spices for easy cleanup!)

Crockpot stews and soups

Spiced cookies like molasses or gingersnaps

Herbed (or pumpkin or apple!) butter with a simple loaf of homemade bread

Roasted fall veggies like potatoes, squash, pumpkin, onions, eggplant, cauliflower, broccoli, Brussels sprouts

When it comes to more elaborately planned Autumn kitchen witchcraft, you might plan a special multi-course meal on a specific day where you have extra time to spend in the kitchen. It doesn’t have to be Master Chef level- even just a simple starter of homemade bread with a spread and pasta with homemade sauce (or “jazzed up” jarred sauce- no shame!) and cupcakes for dessert counts!

Don’t discount the chemical changes! Think about the intention you are going for and what would be the best method to achieve that, element-wise. I wouldn’t make a frozen dessert to bring luck or wealth into your life- you’re more likely to freeze it in its tracks! But if you’re looking to freeze an illness or soothe grief or a heartbreak- a chilly dessert is just the thing. I wouldn’t use a stew or soup for banishing or cleansing; those flavors have to meld and heat low and slow and draw everything together. Think about the action of the dish and the action of your intention and plan accordingly!

Let’s not discount the emotional feel of a dish either. Food is love; food is memory; food is home; food is the soul and heart and head all wrapped up. It can be a complicated relationship for sure. But it can also be a rewarding one if you approach it from the direction you most need.Feel free to start with teas that have a more Autumn flavor. Build into simple raw snacks like apples, pears, salads, nuts, seeds. Feel how the season gives light and love to your body as it fuels it. You don’t need to create a decadent high calorie meal in order to reap the feelings of fall.

Autumn is also a great time to try out some fermentation sided witchcraft. The life cycle of nature is winding down- mushrooms are rampant in forests, fallen trees soften and feed the ground. You could begin a bread starter, a mead or beer, or make some pickles! Or of course; there’s always fire cider! ( https://blog.mountainroseherbs.com/fire-cider ). Preparing to avoid illness and discomfort during the colder months is an inherent part of the shift in kitchen witchcraft as well.

Don’t push yourself too much; often cooler temps and less sunlight makes the desire to spend a lot of time in the kitchen mixed at best. That’s okay. It isn’t a competition or a race. A simple cup of tea or even a glass of water can be set in the windowsill for a moment to charge with the fall energy before drinking. Still counts! A piece of toast or a bowl of cereal can have honey swirled onto it with intent (think about making an infused honey with spices or herbs!). Still counts. As I say; you are the Witch, you are the Power, you are the Magic.

The rest is just the plating presentation of what’s already a fantastic meal.

(Fall fruits and vegetables list: https://www.thespruceeats.com/fall-fruits-and-vegetables-2217704)

[lupin-the-3rd-case-files]

The Fuma Conspiracy

Target: Suminawa Family Treasure

Today’s entry, The Fuma Conspiracy, is a special one to me. I love the focus on Goemon and the action in the OVA. I watched it originally almost immediately after Castle of Cagliostro. I think it strikes a nice balance between Lupin acting like a hero and Lupin acting like a thief. Lupin is both greedily after the Suminawa Family Treasure while also being concerned for Murasaki and Goemon. 

There is only the one treasure in this OVA: the Suminawa Family Treasure which takes the form of a traditional Japanese building with roofing tiles made of gold. I don’t have the constitution nor intelligence to calculate how much that building must be worth, but I feel confident in calculating what got out. Ultimately Lupin leaves this adventure empty handed, and Goemon broken hearted. However Fujiko manages to make it out with a single golden tile. The tiles seemed rather big so I compared them to two gold bars in value. A single gold bar is 438.4 oz. In 1987 (the year The Fuma Conspiracy was released) gold was valued at $446.84 per oz. My calculation became (438.4oz*2)*$446.84 = $391,789.31. 

So at least Fujiko made it out with something. The rest of the treasure is buried under a cave-in along with the Fuma Clan. 

There’s not much else to say about the Fuma Conspiracy other than it’s one of my favorite entries to show people “This is Lupin the 3rd!” It has the perfect amount of action, gags, beautiful animation, and a great treasure hunt. If I had to make any complaints about it, it would be the soundtrack just doesn’t fit. I prefer the classic jazz soundtracks for Lupin. It’s also very weird in terms of casting. I’ve only seen the Japanese version but even then the original cast from the previous films don’t return due to budget reasons. The new cast isn’t bad but it’s odd to hear someone else voicing Jigen and as far as I’m aware is the only time the Japanese voice for him is different. 

Lupin’s reward: $0, nothing not even a kiss at the end. Sad Lupin.

Fujiko’s Reward: $391,789.31

Next up is Bye Bye Lady Liberty which I’ve never seen so I’m looking forward to that.

[whatissleepeven]

Not gonna lie, when I first started playing Obey Me! and saw the absolute mess of a family the brothers were, my first thought was "now we can't unpack all this" while also disliking them with every fiber of my being. They seemed like dicks to me at first, but it's to be expected (they could kill a human faster than you could say "Little Caesar's").

Then I progressed through the Lessons.

Learning about their individual perspectives and getting past the cold shoulders was...fun, with time. They are all so chaotic, and before I knew it I was looking forward to their antics. Romance was the farthest thing from my mind at first, but this game really drives home the point that love and appreciation takes time. In honor of this game (which grew on me pretty fast holy shit), have some hcs of the bois!

Obey Me! Headcanons (Demon Brothers + Undateables)

Beel is the most emotionally aware of the brothers

Mammon comes second, and then Satan (although Satan doesn't really act on it)

If someone's feeling down? 10/10 Beel would notice and help in his own way once he realized no one else has noticed

What can I say? He cares about his family (which includes you now, he never thought that a time like this would come to pass and he's just so happy and doesn't want to lose anyone else - )

Belphie talks in his sleep

Half the time he fakes it, though. Usually around Lucifer.

Remember the one vine where the guy cusses his friend out in his sleep and throws a pillow at him? Yep that's him

Only Satan truly knows when he's faking sleep, since y'know -

They antagonize Lucifer together

Mammon likes to gaze up at the stars, preferably with someone else to ground him. He thinks they're pretty ("not as pretty and dependable as Goldie, though!"), but they never fail to remind him how small and alone he feels despite being a Ruler of Hell

It's usually you who sits by him, and he either talks (common occurrence) or keeps quiet (rare occurrence)

One time and one time only, he mentioned the Celestial Realm

"Ya ever think about how things would be if they turned out different?"

...Okay he didn't mention mention it, but you knew what he was getting at, and it filled you with an indescribable sadness for the being who suddenly seemed thousands of years older, wiser...tired.

"Yeah," You started, feeling rather than seeing his attention shift to you, "But all the good things now wouldn't exist without the choices we made. All we can do is move forward, and that has to be enough."

(If he fell more in love with you after you said that, then that's his secret okay)

Hands down, Levi can draw and he draws good

He's just...shy about his work

What if the people he cares about don't like it and write it off as "weird, gross otaku stuff"?

But they never do, if anything it gets complimented

If he draws them? Game over, they'll look at him like they're just now seeing him for the first time

Don't be fooled, it took a while for it to get to this point

Positivity and encouragement wasn't exactly something they handed out sparingly

Asmo loves to play Dance Dance Revolution; it's one of the fee things he enjoys from the Human Realm

Usually Beel or (with bribery) Mammon join him, and it ends up being a lot of fun

Belphie and (on some occasions) Levi sit on the couch to either watch, game together, or nap

Asmo tries to get them to join. He always fails.

Lucifer actually likes to listen to alternative music. Don't get him wrong, he loves classical music and jazz, but something about letting go and doing it with style just...resonates with him

Nobody knows about this except for Diavolo, who happened to walk in on Lucifer completing his tasks while humming so quietly you have to strain your ears to listen (let's say the song is What If by SafetySuit)

Unfortunately, Diavolo's hearing is pretty good

"..."

"..."

"Lord Diavolo, I didn't notice you were here. Did something happen?"

"Don't worry Lucifer, your secret's safe with me!"

Satan visits cat cafès in the human world because, well...cats

He also watches cat compilations late at night if he doesn't feel like reading

In a band (and outside of it), Beel plays the bass guitar

It's because he's like the bass; soft, understated, but holds everyone together

Mammon plays guitar in his spare time; sometimes, him and Beel jam together

"Ooh, can I join?!"

And then Asmo is there, adding his own lyrics and picking up their little riffs with ease

Contrary to popular belief, in a band Satan would not play the drums. It's actually Belphie who does, but it's so rare that they all usually forget until they're woken up at god-knows-when by a particularly violent verse

Satan plays the guitar, right next to Mammon

Lucifer plays the piano. There's no explanation needed; it is what it is

Solomon drops by the House of Lamentation at the weirdest of times asking/saying the weirdest of things

"Hey there demons, it's me, ya boi"

"If you kill a killer, does the number of killers in the world decrease?"

(I know he's pretty old but he's a kid at heart, he's too mischievous despite being so perceptive)

"What if we are all already living in the afterlife, and when we die we appear in reality afterwards?"

Sleep-deprived Levi is scheming Levi

He gets into trouble with Mammon once they get caught by Lucifer for planning to scam some lower level demons or for trying to prank one of their brothers

The two also game together, hence the title of "Gaming Duo"

It quickly becomes "Gaming Trio" once you're thrown into the mix

Simeon and Diavolo have tea parties where all they do is talk about Lucifer and some embarrassing things he's done

Lucifer does not know that this exists

Satan and Beel watch animal videos together

Beel would need lots of snacks though, because he gets hungry and gets sad when his growling stomach forces him to think of the animals on screen as food

Satan is always prepared, though

They just...adore animals together, it's soft

Asmo sets up certain days of the week where he has a "Self Care Day" with one of the brothers

Yes, not even Lucifer is safe

"Wh- Look at you, Lucifer! You've been staying up doing those assignments again, haven't you? Unbelievable!"

Usually enlists your help to help drag the brothers to his Self Care Days