#ft. Noah on the Floor

[lxvenderhxzehv]

she hated this, of all people Josie's brother was the closest near by to help. She had heard the rumors, the whispers. There was no reason not to believe it. She sighed trying to calm her breathing but it was hard. This was her fault, like it always was. She was always causing problems. There was a reason no one stayed, why everyone eventually would leave her. Why she was bound to be alone.

"I just-" god she didn't want to admit it. She felt so stupid and embarrassed "I told him I loved him and he said he needed some air next thing I know he went down...I-" She covered and face with her hand. "This is all my fault....just tell me he's going to be okay..." She couldn't believe it. She killed her boyfriend and her Best friend. A murderer, like one of those documentaries that would play all the time on the TV when she was younger.

Benjamin had been in the middle of finishing a dance with Allegra when he heard a small commotion from the entrance of the hall. Honestly, he would've continued to mind his own business if it weren't for Amber Ryan calling out his name. He gave her a look that felt like a 10-page apology and ran over, finding Naomi's younger brother, Noah on the ground.

"Woah, woah, woah, hey--" He said, gently resting his hand on Amber's back as he got down to the ground. "I'm right here, don't panic." He noticed his chest rising and falling, so at least the kid was breathing. "Deep breaths, what happened? Can you tell me?" He asked, already moving to lift his legs. Pale raise the tail. Simple. Hopefully.

[valwrote]

Imagine this –

neuvillette getting married but nothing goes right (but the ending does sit right) ft. the fontaine crew + fem!reader

a/n : you should get the noah's ark joke if you finished the 4.2 story quest. (haha totally didn't get spoiled. 🥲)

It was a bright sunny day, with cool winds blowing. Neuvillette sees you walking towards altar

Drip drip drip

AND it starts downpouring because he got emotional and everything spirals into chaos.

Guests are running around to save their clothes. The melusines and trying to save the food and Paimon is crying to the traveler that the food got ruined.

wriothesley and clorinde are just staring at eachother like 🧍‍♀️

"Where did this rain come from suddenly?"

"If i had the slightest of idea, I would've definitely told you, Clorinde."

guess their hardwork went down the drain. literally.

navia was panicking because her dress was getting ruined and her bodyguards came at the speed of light to her side and hold 3 umbrellas out for her, which was rather unnecessary.

"Oh no! Now I won't be able to snag pictures for the Steambird!" Charlotte frantically wiped her camera lens which got even blurry due to the water.

"Um Charlotte, should focus on saving yourself first rather than the camera." Navia suggested out of concern for the girl.

"IS IT TIME FOR MY GRAND PERFORMAN- oh." Furina who had planned a surprise performance realised it was raining and she had walked straight into it.

yup, it was definitely getting out of hand with people slippin' and sliding on the wet floor. But it got worse when the water levels start to rise and you try to get him to calm down.

"Neuvillette! Calm down- you will drown Fontaine and then Wriothesely will have to pull a Noah's Ark move again!"

"Ah- Yes. Sorry, I just got a bit-" he started only to get cut off.

"Teary eyed?" you asked with a smirk. Nothing better than an opportunity to poke fun at the Chief Justice.

"No." he curtly replied.

"You have to admit that you were definitely sobbing from happiness." you cheekily smile at him, pulling him into an embrace. Yes your clothes were soaked but honestly who cared.

"...let's not bring this matter up." he averted his gaze, trying to stop his lips from curling into a smile.

a select few were able to get a look at the Ludex breaking composure and smiling, his cheeks slightly pink. It was unfortunate that Charlotte won't be able to post it in the Steambird paper for everyone to see but —

sometimes, things which are hidden from masses are termed as 'mysteries' and mysteries are the most beautiful trinklets of memories to those who experienced it.*

neuvillette is so goofy, I love him. He deserves all the head pats and huggies

©definitelysel

[mrs-padalecki2341]

Hey bestie, I have an idea for a Dean Smut. I'm thinking friends with benefits turned into couple/lovers troupe. With lyrics from the song Again by Noah Cyrus. Maybe semi rough sex? Whatever you come up with is fine. Im obsessed with this song right now and think it would be perfect for that troupe. Also can they say "I love you" at some point during or after the sex? Please and thank you! <3

Heyy!!! Here you go Bestie, and you know I'll always do your requests! I hope you like it! Love you girl!

~~~

Again

(Dean x Reader)

Warnings/ Promises: Smut, unprotected sex/ creampie (wrap it before you tap it y’all), semi-rough sex, friends with benefits, I think that's it but lmk if I missed something.

Song by Noah Cyrus ft. XXXTentacion

(“All lyrics will be marked as so”)

~~~

You and Dean had been sleeping together for over 9 months now. Whenever one of you needed the other you would just call. And right now, you were going to explode if you weren't fucked senseless within the next few minutes.

Luckily, you didn't live far from their bunker.

You picked up your phone and scrolled through your contacts until you found Dean's name then hit the call button.

He picked up on the first ring.

"*What is it, Y/n hon?*" His voice was husky on the other end, as he already knew the answer.

"I'm coming over." You said into the phone.

"*I'll be in my room waiting.*" And with that, he hung up.

(“You just made the worst mistake And you'll regret it, darling 'Cause once you give and then you take You'll only end up wanting”)

In a matter of minutes, you're at the bunker. You pull out your key and turn it in the lock, letting yourself in.

"*I'm here. See you in a sec.*" You send a quick text to Dean as you walk down the stairs into the bunker.

Sam looks up from his laptop as you pass by him in the library and gives you a small wave, in which you return before scurrying off to Dean's room.

You knock twice to let him know you're there and open the door.

As expected, he's already laying on the bed, waiting for you in nothing but his robe.

"Hey, sexy~" You flirt as you close the door and walk over to the bed, sitting beside him.

He smirks and grabs around your waist, pulling you on top of him, causing you to yelp in surprise.

"Hi~" He smiles and gives you a quick kiss as his hands move to your waist. He hooks his thumbs into your waistline, pulling down both your sweatpants and underwear and revealing your ass.

You kick them off the rest of the way and grab at the tie on his robe, undoing the knot and opening it up. You can't help but moan a little at the fact that he's already hard and leaking precum.

He tugs at your shirt and you assist him in pulling it over your head, then you let him reach behind you and unclasp your bra, throwing both garments to the floor.

"Fuck, you're so hot." He gawks, as if he hadn't seen you like this a thousand times.

"You say that every time." You point out, but you still can't help but smile at the compliment.

"Well, it's true. And besides, it's practically routine to say it at this point~" He runs his hands along your naked figure as he speaks.

You just roll your eyes and lean down to kiss him. He groans into it and kisses you back roughly, his left hand finding your hair and tangling into it as his right hand continues to roam your body.

(“(Ooh-ooh-ooh) was everything hard enough? (Ooh-ooh-ooh) 'cause one day you'll wake up And then you'll say”)

You continue to make out, tongues twisting and lips moving in sync, as you reach your hand down between your bodies and wrap your fingers around Dean's cock.

"Son of a-" Dean grumbles in response to the stimulation. "-bitch~" The last word coming out as more of a moan as you squeeze your hand around him.

You chuckle and start moving your hand up and down over his shaft, still squeezing lightly, earning little moans and grunts from him as you do so.

Then, you raise your hips and line him up with your soaked, wanting core before lowering back down onto him with a sigh.

"Mmn, shit, you're tight as hell." He remarks, groaning at the feeling.

"Yeah, I know, it's been too long." You moan back, rocking your hips slowly, letting him stretch you out.

"You can say that again." He rasps, his eyes rolled back in gratification. Him and Sam had been on back-to-back hunts for the past three and a half weeks and this was the first break they've gotten, aka the first chance he's had to fuck you in almost a month, so you were both overdue for this, especially considering you normally fuck 3-4 times a week or more.

Once you'd adjusted to the stretch of his cock, you sped up the pace, bumping your hips faster until you reached a good speed and rhythm.

You both yelled out in moans and screams of pleasure, sending echos through the bunker. Luckily for Sam, he was used to this from the two of you by now and it didn't really bother him.

You kept the up the fast pace, Dean bucking his hips up to meet with yours with each thrust, until you were both howling out as you got closer to finishing.

"Mm- fuh- fu- mmnph- fuck- I'm so- mmn- close..." You sputtered out between yelps and howls.

With that, Dean moved out of you and flipped the both of you, putting him on top so that he could fuck harder into you.

"SHIT-" You gasped out as he pushed into you harder, his hips crashing against yours with the slap of skin on skin with each shove into you.

It wasn't long before you were gripping at the sheets for dear life as Dean continued to roughly slam his cock in and out of you until you couldn't take anymore.

"DEANNN!!!" You screamed through your orgasm, cumming so hard you blacked out for a moment.

You return to consciousness right as Dean yells out and sprays into you, filling you with his hot cum. Then he collapses on the bed, both of you panting like dogs as you come down from euphoria.

Once he had calmed down some, Dean turned to look at you, his face saying that he has something to tell you, but he doesn't know if he should.

Finally, he sighed and just said it.

"Y/n... I want more from this..."

(“"I wanna be your lover I don't wanna be your friend" You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me again)”)

"What do you mean?" You ask, confused.

"What I mean is..."

There's a long pause before he finally speaks again.

"I love you Y/n..."

Your eyes grow wide in surprise.

"You love me?..." You say after a moment, still trying to process it.

He gives a gentle nod.

(“I-I wanna be your lover Baby, I'll hold my breath You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me)”)

"I... I love you too..." You reply with a bit of hesitation after taking a minute to think about what he said.

(“Again, babe, again Again, babe, again You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again”)

"But?..." He asked, knowing there was going to be one by the way you responded.

"But I don't... I'm not sure if I want to be a couple or whatever or not..." You started.

(“Ooh-ooh-ooh, she's screaming in my head Ooh-ooh-ooh, I left her where I slept Somewhere, I can't escape I'm running from myself Somewhere in between in love and broken, I'm in hell”)

"I just... I don't want to make things awkward between us or anything..." You continued. "I mean, we fit with each other perfectly..."

"In more ways than one." He interjected.

"But... I guess I'm just... scared that things might not still be the same if we were together." You let out a sigh.

(“Saying, "I wanna be your lover I don't wanna be your friend" You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me again)”)

Dean pulled you up against him, cuddling into you. "Don't worry. I'm sure things won't be any different. I'm sure we'll still be just as inseparable as we already are." He reassured you.

"Are you sure?" You still question.

"Yeah. I am. If it makes you feel any better, we could just try it out at first and if it doesn't work, we could always just go back to being friends with benefits." He suggested, his voice calm and sweet.

(“I-I wanna be your lover You're leaving when the clock hits ten You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me)”)

"Yeah... That sounds good." You finally decide. You curl up against him and nuzzle your face into his chest. "Good." He sighed in relief.

(“Again, babe, again Again, babe, again You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me)”)

"I love you, Dean." You say contently, feeling safe in the comfort of his arms.

"I love you too, Y/n." He answered happily. "I love you so much."

(“Again, babe, again Again, babe, again You don't know what you got 'til it's gone, my dear So tell me that you love me again (tell me that you love me again)”)

He gave you a gentle kiss on the head and pulled you in closer. You moved closer as well and let his embrace take away all your problems and worries, falling asleep in his arms.

-SP<3

[darknights04]

Hii I love you’re writing. I’m so happy I came across this blog 💗💗 I was wondering if you could write something about Ominis Gaunt x F!reader based off the song again by Noah Cyrus ft xxx 💗💗💗

This request was so cute and so fun to write! I hope I did it justice!! 💖 💖

Say it Again

Pairings: Ominis Gaunt x fem!reader

Warnings: Slight angst, not proofread

Masterlist

You have been friends with Ominis for five years. All the way from your first day at Hogwarts together. Five years since you had both been sorted into Slytherin together. Five years you have been pining after him. Five. Long. Excruciating years. The man had been blind in more ways than one. If he had just opened his eyes (not literally of course) than he would be able to see how much you longed for him to be more than just your friend. 

This information was beyond obvious to Sebastian, as he was the one forced to watch the interactions between you both. He was the only one who knew that your feelings were mutual. He was the only one who heard Ominis’s small sigh when you left them. He’e the only one who saw his breath quicken when you walked into a room. But you were blind to these things; just as Ominis was blind to you. 

One day, Sebastian had had enough. He had decided that it was about time that he acted as a sort of wingman and help his best friends get together. How hard could it be? After all, they both had already had strong feelings for one another. All they needed was a little push. 

“I know you have feelings for Y/n,” Sebastian said one day, confronting Ominis in the common room. 

“What?” Ominis spat in response. “Feelings? For her? What ever gave you that idea?” 

“You may not be able to see the way you long for her but I do. Now, I came up with some ideas for you to tell her that-”

“I don’t need any ideas, Sebastian. There’s no feelings for me to admit.” 

“Come on Ominis, I-”

“That’s enough, Sebastian!” 

“What’s going on?” you asked them as you approached the pair, obvious tension in the air. 

“Nothing, I was just heading down for class,” Ominis said quickly, quickly gathering his things as he turned away. 

“Wait!” you called behind him. “I thought we were all supposed to-” 

“Sorry, I forgot that I told professor Sharpe that I would come to class early to discuss.. Something. I’ll catch up with you guys later.” 

You watched behind as Ominis left, his head hung low as his wand led him away. 

“What crawled in his pumpkin juice this morning?” you chuckled, sitting down next to Sebastian. He chuckled back, taking a sip from the cup of tea he had been drinking as you looked over your shoulder at Ominis walking away, a small look of rejected crossing your face as Sebastian wasn’t looking.

---

“Hey..” you said cautiously, approaching Ominis in the library. The two of you haven’t spoken since that morning and you weren’t sure where you stood. As far as you knew nothing happened to make Ominis upset with you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was some new sort of tension there.

“Y/n,” he greeted simply, barely looking up from his work. 

“I was hoping we could get some work done together today?” you offered. “We have that paper for magic theory due soon and-” 

“I’ve already made plans.” 

You froze mid-sentence. Ominis had never been this blunt with you before. Never cut you off like that. He’s always been thoughtful with his speech, thinking over each word before uttering them to you and politely at that. It was as if this was an imposter who had taken over his body. This was not the man you’ve been infatuated with for the last five years. 

“Oh?” you inquired. “What plans?”

“The new fifth year asked me to show them around,” he shrugged. “I accepted.” 

You had to fight to keep your jaw from dropping to the floor. He was denying spending time with you… to show around the new student… that he had been talking bad about since the moment he laid eyes on them?

“The new student?” you asked him, making sure you heard him correctly.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “And they should be here any moment so…” 

Your eyes shifted from ones of sadness… to anger. You weren’t sad of worried about what the status of your friendship was anymore, you were angry that Ominis was treating you this way. Angry that he was willing to toss your years of friendship aside for some person he just met, not to mention didn’t even like! But if he wanted to be that way, fine. He could lie in the bed he made himself. 

You didn’t give him another word, another glance, as you turned around and walked out of the room. 

Ominis groaned as his head fell to the table. He hated himself for doing this. He didn’t want to distance himself from you. Every instinct in his body was telling him to run to you and apologize, agreeing to spend the day together and throw away any other plans he might have had. But his mind wouldn’t let him. 

If Sebastion of all people could tell how attached Ominis was to you, then it was only a matter of time before everyone found out. Before you found out. 

Besides, it wasn’t as if he was going to stay distanced from you forever. The two of you could still be friends, hangout. Just maybe twice a week rather than every single day. Or maybe two hours at a time rather than twelve. Just until this whole accusation from Sebastian went away. Maybe until heis infatuation cooled down just a little… 

---

Ominis smiled towards his friends as he approacked their usual spot at the Slytherin table for breakfast. 

“Y/n, Sebastian,” he greeted to you both, taking his seat. 

“Ominis,” Sebastian greeted back with a nod. You didn’t say anything. 

He sat in silence, body turned slightly towards where you were sitting, waiting for you to speak up. When you didn’t he went to address you again. “So Y/n…” he started.  “How did you sleep last-” 

“I think I left something in my dorm,” you quickly interrupted, pushing yourself up from your seat. “I’ll see you both in class.” 

“Did something happen?” Ominis asked once you were well out of the room. Sebastian rolled his eyes. For a blind man, he could be quite oblivious. 

“She’s quite cross with you,” Sebastian told him.

“With me?! Why?” 

“Cause you’ve all but iced her out.” 

“No I haven’t!” 

“Really?” he scoffed. “When’s the last time you’ve spoken to her?”

“I speak to her every day.” 

“A real conversation, Ominis.” 

Ominis sat in thought for a few moments. Sebastian was right. In his want to keep everyone from finding out his feelings for you, Ominis forgot to keep your feelings in mind. 

“I’ll be right back,” he said quickly, jumping up from his seat and jogging in the direction you left in. His wand almost couldn’t keep up directing him where to go. “Y/n!” he called after you. 

You didn’t respond. When you turned and saw him behind you, you sped up.

“I can hear you speed walking away. I’m blind, not deaf.” 

“Leave me be, Ominis,” you sighed. 

“Not until you talk to me,” he combatted, reaching for your arm to stop you. “Y/n-” 

“What?!” you snapped, quickly turning to face him as you ripped your arm from his grasp. “Now you want to talk? What did you finally get bored with the new fifth year?”

“No, I just-” 

“Just what, Ominis? What could you possibly want from me now?” 

“I want my friend back!” 

You laughed. Well, it would be more accurate to call it a scoff, really. “Your friend?” you repeated. “You’ve made it perfectly clear that you do not want to be friends anymore.” 

When Ominis didn’t respond, you turned back around and started walking away again. You didn’t get more than twenty feet before he yelled out to you.

“You’re right!” he yelled simply. 

You sighed when he didn’t continue, curiosity getting the better of you as you turned back around. “Right about what, Ominis?” 

“I don’t want to be your friend any longer.” 

Your jaw dropped in disbelief. You knew you had said it, but you never imagined it could be true. 

“Wow,” you marveled sarcastically. “Thank you so much for confirming that for me.” 

Before you could walk away again, he continued. “I don’t just want to be your friend any longer, we’ve been ‘just friends’ for too long.” 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” 

Ominis took steps towards you, slowly, ensuring you didn’t back away as he continued talking. “Year after year, class after class. Being your friend has been torture,”

You could feel the tears brimming on the edge of your eyes. All your years of knowing Ominis, you never expected him to be so cruel.

“I didn’t know that-”

“Let me finish!” he yelled. “Night after night, I must force my thoughts from straying to thoughts of you. You and your stupid perfume. Your laugh. Everything just drives me crazy!” 

“Ominis-”

“I cannot just be your friend anymore.”

“I-” 

“It’s not enough,” he finally finished. 

“...What?” was all you could bring yourself to say. 

“I want so much more,” he continued. “I want to be able to call you mine. I want to be able to let everyone in the castle know that I am yours. I want to be able to scream to the skies that I’m in love with you!” 

You froze. You couldn’t bring a single word to your lips until you saw the way he desperately needed a response. “You what?” you repeated. 

Ominis took a step closer to you, reaching out to find your hands. “I am in love with you, Y/n. I have been since the moment met you.” 

You didn’t let him say a single word more as you cupped his face in your hands and brought him to you, slamming your lips against his desperately. It wasn’t a perfect kiss. It was sloppy, and desperate, but you didn’t care. You were kissing him. Just as you had imagined since you were a mere eleven years old. 

“Say it again,” you said with a smile as you pulled away from him.

“I am in love with you,” he repeated, a mile on his lips, matching yours. “I love you.” 

Your smile widened as you kissed him again, softer this time and pulled away quicker. “Again,” you demanded.

“I love you,” he repeated yet again with a laugh. “I’ll say it as many times as you need me to. I love you, I love you, I’ll love you forever, to the moon and back.” 

You smiled and kissed him once more, the tears that were threatening to spill over finally doing so, the anger and betrayal long replaced with an undeniable feeling of joy. 

“I love you too.” 

[sergeifyodorov]

Any interest in grading everyone’s first day of free agency? Would love to hear your thoughts!!

ooh okay ! well as tuned in as i am i didn't catch everything so this is going to be pretty incomplete/fairly uninformed but here's my attempt:

boston bruins: that zadorov contract LOL AND LMAO (i say as if hes not going to immediately skyrocket to excellence.) that lindholm contract might be even worse with the same caveat. A+ for me, a hater

buffalo sabres: what did they even do? C.

detroit red wings: kane is a bad move + jack campbell is fine at that contract + cam talbot is the epitome of "goalies? what's up with goalies?" + why do they have 4 goalies now. C-

florida panthers: lost montour, lost oel, lost lomberg. that reinhart contract is really good though. C+

montreal canadiens: if slaf continues on his upward trajectory that contract looks great; if he doesn't, they're already bad so it doesn't matter all that much. B

ottawa senators: what did they even do? get noah gregor? i hear he's very fast. C.

tampa bay lightning: where do i even start with this one

toronto maple leafs: the problem w/ all of the leafs' acquisitions is that they are Fine, some of them even Good, but they're just overpaid enough for me to not only get annoyed about it but also see 30 ft of insufferably rancid discourse every time i open twitter. B+

carolina hurricanes: appear to have lost half the guys i remember being on their roster, but the one dude they did end up signing was one of the small handful of good deals i saw handed out today. C

columbus blue jackets: this team's quality does not matter. you know what does matter? gaudreau/monahan reunion. A

new jersey devils: brett pesce's good. B+

new york islanders: anthony duclair's good but i mourn what lou lamoriello will make him do with his hair. C+

new york rangers: what did they even do. C.

philadelphia flyers: MATVEI MICHKOV IS COMING. TELL YOUR FRIENDS, TELL YOUR ENEMIES, TELL TRAVIS KONECNY, TELL EVERYONE!!! A

pittsburgh penguins: incredibly committed to the bit of only signing players over 30 and they don't have poj back yet. C

washington capitals: genuine home runs in here. chychrun... pld... matt roy... didn't even give out valuable picks to acquire these assets! A

chicago blackhawks: i think they're trying to crawl out of this rebuild with no other serious potential core members other than bedard, which don't get me wrong is a bad move, but i also think they're not doing a terrible job of crawling out of the rebuild. B

colorado avalanche: kept jo drouin. C+

dallas stars: lyubushkin is incredibly bad and they gave him 3.25 aav. and casey desmith is there. F

minnesota wild: extended one of the sexiest toothless men on earth jake middleton. A

nashville predators: A+

st louis blues: what did they even do. C

utah hockey club: that durzi price is a bit steep but hey, if you've never had the money before i guess you might as well spend it. also sergachev was a BALLSY move i will miss you my cunty mistress. also we (the nhl) have a fucking iginla again... for our health. we need an iginla. B-

winnipeg jets: what did they even do. C

anaheim ducks: what did they even do. C

calgary flames: sharangovich extension + anthony mantha. tidy bit of business. zayne parekh YOU are the 2025 calder trophy winner. C+

edmonton oilers: managed to get a couple good players on nice cheap contracts, improved their rush game even more somehow, and will have to re-print their goalie's jerseys because they now have two different guys named skinner. A

la kings: gave joel edmundson nearly 4 million dollars a year. D

seattle kraken: stole brandon montour from florida. B+

san jose sharks: unlike the hawks, seem to be actively prepared to break out of the rebuild and trying to do it. toffoli? great! wennberg? a little overpaid but they're trying to hit the cap floor at this point so it's quite good! rumours of pavs return to san jose but you didn't hear it from me. B+

vancouver canucks: jake debrusk is gonna be a good linemate for petey imho. the hronek and myers contracts were a little rich but honestly they seem to be a lot more coherent ideologically than they were just a couple years ago. B

vegas golden knights: basically lost every remaining original misfit/otherwise quality forward in an effort to keep marchessault, and then lost marchessault anyway to the Power Of Divorce. and now they have ilya samsonov as their starting goaltender. F

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Would you write some fluff on Mafia austin please

I hope you like it.

Princess

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader ft Olivia DeJonge.

Warning: not-really-warnings, little!reader, cuteness, mention of drugs, Austin is the best caregiver ever.

Summary: Sometimes being a little of an influential man is hard but being a little of an mafia leader is a bit harder but Daddy Austin will always have time for his baby.

You yawned with a pout and looked at the colorful clock of your playroom, one of Austin's many men watching over you. It was an hour passed your nap time but you refuse to sleep with your daddy "Everything okay sweetheart?" the man in the black suit and shades asked softly with a small smile from your cuteness. He and all of Austin's gang had fallen for your small speech and kind smiles, all thinking you were the perfect one for their fair kingpin, they all treated you like a princess.

"Miss Dada." your pout deepen as you looked down at your mermaid and unicorn coloring book, crayons littered around the pastel blue kids' round table, and a couple of different coloring books, like My little pony and little pet Shop, your favorite sippy cup filled with apple juice on the side. "oh sweetheart" the man cooed "Austin's busy but! I can see if Olivia can come over if you like" the man, squatted down beside you, taking off his shades, his green eye coming to view that matched with his black hair nicely, he looked around your age and he sent a comforting smile to you.

"What do you say?" he asked "Prwtty pls?!" you looked at him excited to see your daddy's friend and business partner. She was always so kind to you and never judged you. "I'll call her now." he smiled bigger for your little happy squeal, and he moved away to call her as you began coloring again while drinking from your royal purple lidded sippy cup sideways "Yeah. I'll tell her." he hung up and walked back to you lowering himself to your level "good news sweetheart! She's on her way." "YAY!" you shouted "Inside voices." he remind you "Swrry." you said which in turn he just shook his head "It's alright." he got back up and let you do you're own thing.

A knock came on the door after a good fifty-five mins and you looked to the door, bouncing in your seat as the man opened the door. in the doorframe stood Oliva with a grin and open arms, you giggled as you shot out of your chair and ran into her arms, letting out a little squeal as she squeezed you, "How's the little princess?" She asked "'m good!" you smiled "Good." she said and led you to the playing area and sat you both down, she moved some of her hair out her face and grabbed a pony, princess twilight "Let's play yeah?" she shakes the toy pony and you quickly nodded, picked princess luna and the two of you started a Journey to save the pony world. Seventeen minutes passed and your eyes began to drop, and your movements slowed "Come princess let's get you to bed" Oliva said softly, helping you get up from the floor and to your spacious bed, she tucked you under the blanket and kissed your forehead, turned off the lights and closed the door as quietly as she left the room. "She asleep?" Noah asked as he watched as the assassin shut the door with care "Yep. Where is Austin?" she asked "In his office, in a meeting with the rest." he said "Okay. Thanks. Check on her five-six minutes." She spoke and walked away not waiting to hear his reply. Her heels clicked against the marble floor, her stride powerful.

The door was a little creaked open when she got to his office. His voice rang out sternly instead of yelling like she could tell he wanted to, as he went off the gang's mistakes "I remember that I told you guys to be careful and watch out for Cages but what did you? You were careless. You didn't do anything but stick your thumbs up your ass instead of insuring the drugs and not only did we lose 31k, we lost 5 members." Austin gritted his teeth before falling back into his office chair, rubbing his temple and letting his eyes close, the room was quiet as the men looked at their shoes in shame. "Go. I don't even want you guys near me," Austin opened his eyes, that was dark blue "This is the only warning. Next time you fuck up like this, you'll say hello to the devil for me. Understand?!" he glared at the group of men who all gulped in fear and shouted, "Understood!" they all cleared out. "Tough day?" Olivia asked as she walked into the room and sat on his desk, "They can be such idiots at times" Austin groaned and shook his head, his orbs zoning on hers "Why are you here? I didn't call you in." Austin leaned forward "I can't visit a friend?" Olivia teased, her red lips stretched in a smile "Of course but you call before you come." Austin pointed out with a tiny smile "Princess couldn't sleep for nap time so Noah called me." she answered his question Austin frowned at her answer, pushed his chair back, and stood up.

Austin walked out of one of his workplaces, Olivia not far behind. When the two made it to your playroom, Austin opened the door and peeked in, there you lay on your small bed with a tiny pout, the moon night light brightening the otherwise dark room. Austin walked into the room as Olivia stayed outsude, he squatted in front of you, moving a stray hair out of your face "Pretty princess?" he whispered as he rubbed your cheek with his thumb "Daddy?" you slowly stirred awake as you tried to adjust your eyes to the dark but you didn't have to as the lamp lit the darkness. You let out a whine, the sudden light hurting your poor irises "Sorry princess " Austin chuckled as he kissed your pout lips and sat on the edge of your bed. "Daddy's sorry, I've been so busy" he looked at the white and frog print blanket.

He was getting in his head again.

"'s okay," you muttered sleepily, cuddling into his arm before he lifted his arm and you fell into his warm side. "It's not—" He was cut off by you grabbing his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look you in the eyes, his lips pouted out as you squished them together, looking at him seriously "Daddy's the best daddy, I luv daddy. Stop being in head." you pouted sternly, each word empathized by a squish of his cheeks causing Austin to chuckle and nodded the best he could "Good. Sleepy time." you nodded back and laid back down, dragging Austin down with you "Princess let daddy get out of his suit," he said trying to escape your hold "Nah uh." you shook your head "Princess." "Nah uh" Austin sighed but smiles as he kissed the back of your head and tried to get comfortable.

"I love you too"

Taglist:

@lettersfromvenus, @ashtag6887 @brittanyzelazno, @crash-and-cure, @vintagepresley, @18lkpeters

[kaaaaaaarf]

You know what time it is! everywhere, everything by @lynxindisguise updated today with a vampire (!!!) chapter, and I maybe shucked off work to read it 👀 (so worth it). As per usual, the playlist has been updated! Songs and lyrics/explanations below the cut.

Universe 668x: Vampires

Vicious by Daniel Hart & Damir Orascanin

Instrumental. It's from the Interview With The Vampire TV show soundtrack and is suitably mood setting (along with being a suggestion from Lynx 🫡)

Bloodsport '15 by Raleigh Ritchie

Nothing is perfect but your imperfections are quaint And your love is worth it and for that I will wait And though you hate me, when you have a turn I drive you crazy but you always return If I fall short, if I break rank It's a bloodsport, but I understand I am all yours, I am unmanned I'm on all fours, willingly damned Loving you's a bloodsport Fighting in a love war Although you love me, sometimes we're mean Things can get ugly but we're still a team We are an army that breaks from within But that's why we're stronger, and that's how we'll win [...] I've got your back, and though it's stacked against us I've got your hand, it's us against consensus And I will burn the people who hurt you the worst and I will not learn Cause I am too young and too dumb to consider the terms of breaking the law And I'll curse the day that they return With a smile on my face as their heads hit the floor And they're done, now it's curtains, the bloodlust's a clusterfuck, it hurts but it's working And even if you ask me to stop, it's too late because I've already decided their fate It's not a distaste, it's pure hate and it pulsates and it works its way around my brain Anyway, what I'm trying to say is I'll protect you til the day I meet my maker So don't fight me now cause you might need me later [...] It's not what I'm in love for, I'm yours I don't know if you can help it, maybe I'm just being selfish...

(fun fact: the singer of this song is actually Jacob Anderson from IWTV!!)

Vampire by Lupin

Cold weather shivers like a knife in the back tonight The things you claim that you knew had taken flight A tipsy remedy while something's causing strife Familiar echoes warn from a past life You got ambition, baby I can admire that You say you love me when there’s nobody lovin' back Call me a criminal, I'm wearing the mask tonight Familiar echoes scream from a past life You want me to go back to your room Well, lie to me, I’ll lie to you I think the jig will be up soon But can it wait 'til the morning? Can it wait 'til the morning? Can it? It got so bloody like the moon on Friday night I sunk my teeth in so deep but you just sigh Can't get off? Well babe, neither can I Familiar echoes bored from the past life

(it's called Vampire by Lupin and the lyrics are chef's kiss...couldn't not add it)

Vampire Weeknight by Jenny Owen Youngs

I don't wanna think about you but I do I don't wanna think about you but I do I do I do Pour another finger out or maybe two Cause I don't wanna drink without you but I do, I do

All night I'm suspended animation Watch the palm trees out the window all turn black Sleeplessly I'm paralyzed and waiting Will you come back [...] Pacing like a bobcat in the kitchen Or up the stairs just solitaire-ing in my room Preacher's on the late-night television Saying "... soon" [...] Asking every empty room what you'd say Bloodless in the bathroom mirror, oh my god Just tryna make it through another Tuesday Or maybe not

Reflections Scatter by Module

Instrumental. This is from the What We Do In The Shadows movie soundtrack and felt appropriately atmospheric and sad.

If We Were Vampires by Noah Kahan ft. Wesley Schultz

It's not the long, flowing dress that you're in Or the light coming off of your skin The fragile heart you protected for so long Or the mercy in your sense of right and wrong It's not your hands searching slow in the dark Or your nails leaving love's watermark It's not the way you talk me off the roof Your questions like directions to the truth

It's knowing that this can't go on forever It's likely one of us will have to spend some days alone Maybe we'll get forty years together But one day I'll be gone Or one day you'll be gone

If we were vampires and death was a joke We'd go out on the sidewalk and smoke Laugh at all the lovers and their plans I wouldn't feel the need to hold your hand Maybe time running out is a gift I'll work hard 'til the end of my shift And give you every second I can find And hope it isn't me who's left behind

Bats In The Attic by King Creosote & Jon Hopkins

And I've gone silver in my travels, Growing silver in my sideburns, I'm starting to unravel. Heard my heartbeat on a downhill, I counted eighteen on my pulse as Kilrenny Church struck three for three o'clock. What else? [...] It's such a waste of all that I had.

You mentioned bats in the attic, So now you're lifting up the tiles to get around these conservation rules. I walked down in the basement. I'm hanging upside down, a gag across my mealy mouth.

And how I'll laugh out loud about that. When I read your simple novel, it uses all our real names. And go make yourself a fortune, There's nothing left for us then us left dangling just a little shamefaced.

It's such a waste of what we had. And it's such a waste of all that we had. And it's such a waste of all that I am.

[epic-song-lyrics-showdown]

Round 1 Wave 1 Matches

Son (Sleeping at Last) vs. ivy (Taylor Swift)

Deuteronomy 2:10 (The Mountain Goats) vs. Call Your Mom (Noah Kahan with Lizzie McAlpine)

Girl Almighty (One Direction) vs. Sunday Morning (Ethel Cain)

I’m Enough (Early Eyes) vs. Sleep On The Floor (The Lumineers)

Searching For a Former Clarity (Against Me!) vs. Kind of Girl (MUNA)

Inkpot Gods (The Amazing Devil) vs. Softer, Softest (Hole)

Heaven/Hell (CHVRCHES) vs. The Catalyst (Linkin Park)

Abstract (Psychopomp) ((Hoizer)) vs. The Bomber (Vic Tyler and Leslie Fish)

Pink in the Night (Mitski) vs. Small Blue Thing (Suzanne Vega)

Norman Fucking Rockwell (Lana Del Rey) vs. Our Last Summer (ABBA)

Bullets (Archive) vs. We Sink (CHVRCHES)

King (Florence + The Machine) vs. Nine (Sleeping at Last)

Sun (Sleeping at Last) vs. Murders (Miracle Musical)

Can’t Handle This (Bo Burnham) vs. Marie (Townes van Zandt)

Portrait of a Woman on a Couch With Cats (Michael Ceramic Palin) vs. Farewell Wanderlust (The Amazing Devil)

Touch (Daft Punk ft. Paul Williams) vs. This is Me (The Greatest Showman)

All polls will be up in a bit, linked to this post. They will all run for a week. Please feel free to let me know if I need to do anything regarding trigger warnings.

[myloveforhergoeson]

hi hello u have given me permission to info dump, so here’s four fun facts about some of my btr ocs!

noah was obsessed with curious george as a kid, and still has a george stuffie! him and carlos eventually get all the curious george movies + episodes on tape

saylor and kendall write a ton of songs together. in my universe, passing time by heffron drive ft logan henderson is actually a sayendall/ kaylor (need to decide on a shipname for them) cowritten song and it ends up on a deluxe version of btr’s 24/seven album.

elisa has a scar in between her eyebrows from falling and hitting her head on a rock as a baby. if you look really closely you can see the divot.

wren and olive watch home alone every year for christmas. even when they are apart.

and now i ask for four hcs for daisy and roxy!

you literally always have permission to info dump <3333 the noah and carlos fact in particular is really getting to me... the 2006 curious george movie is one of the first movies i remember seeing in the theater !! also the jack johnson soundtrack is like an inside joke between me and my friends. i relate to them on the loving curious george train

saylorkendall... the couple that you are... i am so interested in their story and i'm so excited to see what you write of them in the future <3 there's about a thousand ideas for writing songs together i have bouncing around in my brain and i'll play them like a movie in my head until i get your take hehe

poor elisa!! that must have been so scary :(( i feel like everyone had like one freak accident as a child and knowing that about her humanizes her so much more than you already have been... god i love her so much

the wren and olive one has me falling to the floor and shaking my fist at the sky bc that's literally me and my sister rn both of us had to watch over the garden wall apart this fall when we normally watch it together 😭😭

anddd idk if you wanted four for each, but here's the first few things that came to mind

roxy has been journaling since she was 10! she started writing things down during the day to tell her dad when he got home from work because she was tired of forgetting important things she wanted to share. she also used it to cope with her tougher feelings when he wasn't around to talk to. it just kind of stuck as she grew older and eventually turned into the songbook-journal hybrid she has now. she's got a bunch of the same type of moleskin notebooks in her room in all different colors detailing so much of her life

daisy submits some of her artwork to the chesterfield county fair every year!! she's never won a blue ribbon, but she does love getting to share some of her favorite spots around chester through her landscape sketches. that's her main art subject, but sometimes she draws her friends and family for fun! she thinks this blends with her want to be a historian pretty well - she could sketch out the historical scenes she studies to help provide a visual addition!!

though cassette tape is her favorite music format, rox knows that's not super practical in her day and age... so she saved up the money from her job at the radio station and bought a bright blue iPod to download (read: rip from limewire) her more recent music taste. she's usually listening to music when she's alone; she doesn't really care for silence !

daisy's brother jay-jay is older than her by 2 years! they're very close and confide in each other about nearly everything. he's looking into culinary schools now that he's graduated high school and she's terrified of being separated from him :( they've been around each other their entire lives and she doesn't really understand why he wants to go to school so far away from their home

[nick-cassidy]

Last 10 Songs I Listened To

tagged by @jannikscarrots thank yewwww bff see u in da morning 🧑🏽‍🍳

1. knuck if u buck - crime mob ft lil scrappy . going full 2000s with my music taste lately LOL

2. teach me how to dougie - Cali swag district . may we all dougie in peace

3. Sunday morning - maroon 5 . can I be honest with yall maybe the most romantic song to me ever . sorry

4. E.T - Katy Perry . one of my friends friend is obsessed with Katy Perry so I’ll blame him

5. come over - Noah kahan . 🎶🎤I KNOW IT AINT MUCH I THAT IT AINT COOL……… someday I’m gonna be somebody ppl want … 😞☹️

6. ( they long to be close ) close to you - carpenters . Almost bought this album for my bday week alas it has to wait

7. dame beso / muévete - kali uchis . I loveeeee this song so bad I need to be on the dance floor rn

8. chicken fried - Zac brown band . I was telling my bff I have 5 likes on my country playlist so ofc we had to play it

9. love in this club - usher . I enjoy having fun

10. Shots - LMFAO & lil Jon . ONE OF THE GUYS FROM LMFAO HAS BEEN IN TENNIS SHOOTS AND IT TAKES ME OFF GUARD

ok doneeee and I tag the usual suspect my bff miels … @yifeiyay @estebanbicon @nnato @oconist @carlosheinz and whatever angel would like 2 do it too …

[runningandraisingmyheathens]

This weekend has been us packing and moving the essentials to the new house. I’m still pinching myself. I can’t believe this enormous house is ours. It’s just shy of 5000 sq ft. I sometimes have to walk two flights of steps before I can even hear that there are other people in the house. There’s so much room to play outside. I love it. I probably won’t feel that way the first time I have to clean, but oh well. The three big kids are all up on the third floor. It’s so cozy up there. Noah and Renna are on the second floor with us.

I did my first run here today. So many trails! It’s just lovely.

I can see it now. When it’s time for us to move, I’m going to cling to the walls as they drag me out.

[vxnillite]

(i cant come up with titles to save my life; anyway this is just another drabble)

I was feeling angsty some time last week, and ended up thinking about what would happen to Noah immediately after Kevin died. I drew something, then wrote this in connection to it.

Also this little phase may or may not be some sort of venting method for me? It was weirdly comforting to draw and write for this concept. Anyway-

Noah angst ft. Z-Dog (but not in a romantic way), Carter cameo (OC by my friend, Supa!), and Spence being best girl (OC by another friend, Coda!)

No graphic themes or descriptions btw

Spence pushed the last of the boxes out of the door. They felt a lot heavier than they should be. She looked back at her best friend's room, which was now heartbreakingly empty.

The posters and pictures on the walls were gone.

The bedsheets were perfectly made.

Shoes and clothes no longer created tripping hazards on the floor.

The room looked just like any other standard sleeping quarter now, and it hurt Spence to think about it.

"C'mon, Spence," Z-dog said behind her. The taller soldier reached for the door switch and pressed it. Kevin's door hissed to a close. Z-Dog's hand lingered on the switch for a second, then trembled as it let go. "We have to go."

"Where are you taking Kevin's things?"

The women turned around to find Carter flipping box lids open, peeking into Kevin's things. "Didn't he say he didn't have family back on Earth?"

Z-Dog swatted his hand away, then answered, "We're giving it all to Noah."

Carter looked rather offended. "Wait—why are you taking it to them? If it wasn't for them, Kevin would be alive right now!"

Now it was Spence's turn to be offended. On Noah's behalf, she was hurt. A lot. She'd experienced Noah's stubbornness firsthand, heard all of Kevin's stories that revolved around his sibling's recklessness and proclivity to abandon self-preservation, but Spence saw for herself that they loved each other, that Noah loved Kevin more than anything. She never once thought to keep Kevin's stuff from them.

"None of us know what really happened out there, Carter," she said, "And Noah was Kevin's only family le—"

"We are his family, too, aren't we," Carter badgered, "They didn't even go to Kevin's funeral, for christ's sake! Didn't even come back with his body—his bloody dog tag, at least—and you're giving them all his stuff? They don't fucking dese—"

Z-Dog was too fast for Spence or Carter. In the blink of an eye, she slapped him across the face with the back of her hand. He stumbled back from the strength of the slap and the shock of receiving it.

Spence moved to stop her, but the fury in Z-Dog's step was so palpable, it rooted Spence in her spot. There was nothing scarier than a mad woman, and this one had muscles tough as steel. In the back of her mind, Spence thought it better—safer—than to get in her way.

"Keep your trap shut for once, Carter," Z-Dog snarled, pinning every word, "It ain't your call to make."

He was holding onto his reddened cheek. Apparently, Z-Dog had dragged her knuckles across the skin because Carter was bleeding a bit. Still, he held his ground. "It can be our call and you know that. Kevin made his will not fucking knowing his own bloody brat of a sibling would be the one to end him."

"You fucking bi—"

"Alright, enough!"

Before Z-Dog could jump in with the punch, the smaller soldier found it in herself to stop her just in time. Spence caught her by the forearm with a firm grip. She tugged to make Z-Dog look at her, and shook her head. It wasn't worth fighting over. Everyone was tired, conflicted, and emotional.

In fact, none of the mercs could talk about Kevin like a dead man just yet. None had the heart or desire to start sharing stories full of fun and nostalgia about the man who had been so much more than just a fellow soldier to many of them. Spence herself would sometimes wonder if Kevin would just suddenly walk into the open hangar as if nothing happened. He could be missing an arm as he limped in, but he'd have that signature cocky smile on his face and act like he'd just been bit by a mosquito.

Ah, that thought again.The corner of Spence's eyes stung. The feeling was all too familiar by now, but still not welcome—would never be welcome.

"You know I'm right, Spence," Carter insisted. He wiped the dripping blood off his cheek with his thumb.

Meanwhile, Z-Dog's fist was shaking with rage, but Spence kept her back. She looked at Carter defiantly. "I dunno what you're talkin' about," she asserted, "We're givin' Kevin's stuff to Noah, as he said in his will. You telling me you're willin' to disrespect a dead man's final wish, Corporal?"

He obviously didn't expect her to answer like that. But Spence made it clear that there was backbone in her words. She wasn't just saying it to chastise him. Realizing this, Carter backed off, and he lumbered down the opposite end of the hallway, towards the mess hall.

Well, that's odd, Spence thought. Knowing him, he could've put up more of a fight. Then again, Carter was just as tired and hurt as everyone else. 

Z-Dog kept glaring at his back until it disappeared behind a wall. Only then did she relax, and Spence let go of her arm. The taller soldier sighed as she flicked the tape back on the boxes that Carter had opened.

"Sorry," she sighed, "I don't know why his words got on my nerves like that. I felt like I was actually gonna punch his lights out."

"As if that mad dog would go down from a single punch," Spence quipped.

"Then why did you stop me?"

"You don't want another disciplinary note on your tab, do you?"

Z-Dog chuckled lightly. "Guess I owe you one, then." She got behind the cart that held most of the boxes. "Alright, let's go."

Spence lifted the smallest box. It held Kevin's trinkets he brought from Earth and collected during missions and field trips. She knew, by heart, what each one meant to Kevin.

She walked along the corridor side-by-side with Z-Dog. Both of them ignored the stares that followed them, pinned themselves on the soldiers' backs. Thankfully, they made it to the SciOps residence without a hitch. As they approached Noah's door, a familiar face emerged from it.

Dr. Grace Augustine looked dejected as she walked out of Noah's room, an untouched tray of food in her hand. She looked up as the soldiers got close. "What are you two doing here," Grace asked, then she looked down at the cart of boxes, "What's all this?"

"It's Kevin's stuff, doc," Spence answered, "Would Noah mind if we just dropped these in?"

Grace looked back at the closed door behind her. She sighed. "I don't know, to be honest. They haven't been talking." The scientist spared the soldiers an apologetic half-smile. "But you can't leave those boxes out in the hall. And do you mind?" She held up the tray of food. "They really need me back at the labs, but Noah hasn't eaten since last night. I've been trying but…" Another sigh. "They're really unresponsive today."

"How long have they been like this," Spence asked.

"Well, how long has it been since we came back from that trip?"

Spence was stunned. So it had been a full week? In the back of her mind, she wished she'd come by sooner. But Spence had been busy dealing with grief herself, having to get 'comfortable' with the scene of finding Noah in the forest undergrowth, their avatar injured into temporary paralysis and that wide-eyed, paranoid look in their eyes, replaying in her head over and over and over. Worst of all, Spence recalled Noah being alone. No Kevin anywhere. But, Noah had told her in such a chilling voice that they had to leave, and so they did.

With Noah being the only witness, Spence and everyone else had been left wondering.

The sound of Z-Dog's voice pulled Spence back to reality. "We'll give it a shot, doc," she said, nodding at the scientist.

Grace gave a quick thanks as she handed the tray to Z-Dog, then the soldiers watched her rush back to the labs. In the silence, they exchanged looks full of anxiousness and uncertainty, then flung those same gazes at the closed door before them.

Spence decided to take the first step. She approached the door and knocked thrice. "Hey, Noah? It's me, Spence," she called out, "Z-Dog's with me. We're here to drop off Kevin's stuff. Can we come in?"

They waited. No answer.

Z-Dog shrugged. We've got no choice, the look on her face said. Unfortunately, Spence agreed. She knocked again. "Noah, we're coming in, okay?"

The door hissed open as Spence hit the switch. As she stepped in, something heavy in the air instantly weighed on her entire person, like a wet blanket had just been thrown at her without warning. The room wasn't a mess, surprisingly, but the atmosphere was depressing. The lights were all off, curtains were closed, clothes piled haphazardly on the bed. But where was—

Sniffles. They came from the far corner of the room. Spence and Z-Dog whipped their heads at the sound, and found a mop of black and purple hair just sitting in the corner. Noah's hair was not in its usual twin braid style. Instead, it engulfed their small frame like a waterfall, obscuring their entire body except for the legs and the arms that hugged them. That waterfall trembled in time with muffled sobbing. 

Spence's heart fell to her stomach. She put the box in her hands on the desk and ran to Noah. The soldier sank to her knees next to them.

"Oh, Noah…"

Spence gingerly parted the hair that covered Noah's face. They were sobbing into their knees, face still hidden from view. Pain stabbed at Spence's chest as another sniffle escaped from Noah. At that point, her instincts took over and she pulled Noah in, squeezing them as tight as she practicably could. Her own eyes welled up with the tears she'd been holding in since that morning. Noah's body was shaking like a leaf in howling winds as they bawled like a child—loud and uncontrollable—and Spence was reminded of how young Noah actually was.

22, and they had only been reunited with Kevin for a year after being separated for four years. Spence recalled all the stories Kevin had told her about Noah. He gushed on so proudly for ages and told her he couldn't wait until Noah arrived on Pandora, too. She recalled waiting on the runway with Kevin, seeing Noah descend the Valkyrie ramp, knowing immediately it was them because of how Kevin would describe them in great detail, and watching how they jumped right into their brother's wide, waiting arms, laughing like a child on Christmas morning. The scene was straight out of a movie, heartwarming and tear jerking, even for Spence.

Only the movie was, unbeknownst to everyone, actually a swift tragedy.

Spence nestled her chin over their head and let herself feel every crying tremor that shook Noah's body. She caressed Noah's hair and tried to soothe them as best as she could. Though, no words formed in her mouth that she felt like would actually help in the situation. So she held them. Dearly.

Meanwhile, Z-Dog had taken the boxes off the cart and lined them up neatly by one of the walls. Then she opened the one that had most of Kevin's clothes in it. There wasn't much to pack given that they didn't bother putting in the RDA-commissioned clothes, just the ones that Kevin actually brought for himself. Z-Dog grabbed a familiar piece from the top of the folded pile. She walked over to the huddled pair, crouched down on Noah's other side, and draped the jacket over them. It looked like a blanket compared to their frame.

"Kevin's favorite," Z-Dog said softly, a tone Spence didn't know she was capable of. She put a firm hand on Noah's back. "I know he'd want you to have it."

The two soldiers stayed as they are. Spence hugged Noah tight and Z-Dog rubbed circles on their back. But while they just accepted that Noah would keep crying—maybe tire themselves out eventually—-they didn't quite expect to feel movement other than the shivers. From the corner of her eye, Spence saw Noah's hands slowly creep up towards the zipper of Kevin's jacket. They held onto it weakly and pulled it closer.

"Noah?"

More sniffles came. Then Spence felt her chin sliding off Noah's head as they slowly looked up. Through their matted, spindly hair, Spence found herself looking into eyes that looked exactly like Kevin's, only these ones were bloodshot, lifeless without that usual spark behind them. 

Then an unfamiliar voice came about, as dry and cracked as drought-ridden soil, as weak as a whisper in a storm.

"I'm sorry."

[p-taryn-dactyl]

meet the characters: Bog

Theme Song: No Good by UNSECRET ft. Ruelle

(all of these pictures are AI generated bc i have no talent with drawing faces and it felt weird picking people off pinterest for some reason)

Megan Scott

songs:

Family Line by Conan Gray

A Letter to Everyone Who's Hurt Me by Chandler Leighton

House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls by The Weeknd

Megan is an archeologist/biological anthropologist that specializes in bog bodies and how the environmental factors play into the mummification and preservation of said bodies. She also is sometimes a consultant for the local PD, because of her original background in forensic work.

2. Leo Belay

songs:

Mind is a Prison by Alec Benjamin

Beach House by Carly Rae Jepsen

Burn by David Kushner

Leo is an expert in drone and scanning technology used to investigate area of dense foliage or areas people physically can't reach by any means. He's patented a few of his inventions which helped in multiple cases of archeological surveys in South American rain forests, where lost temples/sites had been covered by the plant growth.

3. Oliver Jones

songs:

i am not who i was by Chance Peña

Don't be Afraid by Tors

Homesick by Noah Kahan

Oliver is a rookie journalist whose stories range from reviews of restaurants to winded rants about social structure and norms. He started the writing business when an article of his about the foster care system caught the eye of a publisher but he hasn't been given any truly high profile stories to write, but his writing style is a favorite read of the local people.

4. Dalia Sami

songs:

Constellations by The Oh Hellos

What Was I Made For? by Billie Eilish

Sleep On The Floor by the Lumineers

Dalia is a graduate student who wants to go into the forensic field. She specializes in forensic toxicology and how different poisons and subtsances cause death and affect the decomposition of bodies. While attending graduate school, her older brother goes missing after a trip with friends and much to her distain, the local law enforcement doesn't take his case seriously.

5. Quinn Miller

songs:

Sleep Deprivation by Chance Peña

The Village by Wrabel

Narcissus by Paris Paloma

Quinn is a police academy dropout and works as a private investigator. They're a computer genius and if technology is involved in any way, they can trace and track it. They have a bit of a competition with Megan, if they find out she's consulting on a case, they try to solve it before she can.

please send in any questions you have about these characters!! ill explain the plot later! thank you for looking at this!

[bexiaoli]

🎶

"medicate, meditate, swear your soul to jesus / throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason" call your mom - noah kahan ft. lizzy alpine

tw: mentions of physical abuse

he hadn't left his bed in a week, seven days straight of staring blankly at the photo on the wall across from where the frame sat in his room.

seven days ago, he had been fine. jindallae was over, they were laughing, joking. he didn't mean to push xiaoli, didn't know that his reaction to even the mere suggestion of revisiting creating music would be so strong and immediate. it was difficult to recall the exact events that occurred but xiaoli remembered the way the anger had built up so quickly, how he was fine one second and on the floor sobbing the next. there was no comforting him in the moment as he screamed for his friend, one of his closest friends, to get out, to go far away from him.

it wasn't the first time he'd reacted like this. the last year had been littered with these breakdowns, though they didn't last this long. usually it was a few hours of anger and crying, the flashbacks would generally be what started them, triggered by...honestly xiaoli didn't always know. but once they started, they'd wax and wane, rapidly cycle through so many moments. one moment he was a small child and he could hear his father screaming, the swing of his fist winding before he was older, and in an office of a ceo with a hand around his throat. how long they would last was hard to say because the next thing xiaoli always remembered was a sensation of waking up. the blackouts sometimes were the most jarring. everything felt so blurry sometimes, and other times he didn't feel like his body was his own. the figure pulling itself off the floor was indeed him, looked exactly like him, but something felt so off as he seemed to be watching a dream of himself.

those were always only a few hours, but seven days later here he was.

there were brief moments of clarity. he swore he tried to take a shower the day. how long it last he wasn't sure, but there was a blurry memory of dropping one of the bottles and coming back to a semblance of reality when the water was freezing cold.

"what is wrong with me?" it'd been the main thought that plagued him when xiaoli felt somewhat in control again. what the fuck was wrong with him and why couldn't he fix it. sleep couldn't even get him away from it all. god, he hadn't slept much either in seven days. his body felt exhausted. it wasn't like he slept much anyway, but he didn't like he'd slept much at all lately. it was his fault those things had happened, right? this whole thing was his fault.

for the first time in what felt like forever, xiaoli didn't feel like he was being pulled back under. the constant feeling of being out a sea drowning with heavy waves and no one to help him before he was underwater again. he was more aware of his breathing than usual, and the pounding in his head, the dryness in his mouth and throat. it was bright out, and he could read the clock that told him it was before noon still.

he needed a reason to pull it together.

it took a few minutes but xiaoli forced his limbs to move from the bed, tried to focus on the feeling of the plush rug under his feet and the fact that everything felt more in tact than it had. water....yeah, water was a good start. slowly he trudged himself from his cave to the kitchen, finding a glass and filling it to the brim before gulping the contents down. after the glass was set aside, his eyes landed on his phone. he was shocked it had battery still. it'd been a while, at least he thought it had been, since he was on.

one glance at the screen showed a lot of things. there were lots of random notifications from instagram or apps promoting a deal, and he ignored those. his eyes landed on the texts, the missed calls from a lot of people. his boss was too nice. xiaoli had never called off work and the old man seemed shocked when he did for multiple days. tomorrow...he swore he was scheduled tomorrow. maybe it was time to drag himself back in. the voicemail from the man was kind. even if he didn't make it in tomorrow, somehow he'd still have a job.

there was many notifications from friends. some were random questions that never got answered, and those he talked to more frequently seemed to grow worried as he failed to respond, let alone read them. admittedly, xiaoli did stare at one of the threads of messages, attempting to motivate himself to respond, let someone know he was alive. it was jindallae's. most of the messages had seemed to come from him. he was worried and angry. something in his brain seemed to work enough to think about how jindallae had seem him in that state. xiaoli had thought about his friend a lot when he was coherent.

this seemed like a good first reason to try again to function. his friend was worried. xiaoli's fingers were slow to type out a message. it was simple. i'm alive. he'd have to offer more soon, but for now, it was something.

[formorethananame]

𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽  /   𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴   𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚂 . Noah Dawson

★  ⸻   𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Sixpack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Slender frame. Muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame (5 ft 4 or shorter).  Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulders. Underweight. Average Weight. Overweight.

★  ⸻   𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

★  ⸻   𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍

Pale. Fair. Rosy. Peachy. Gold. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Smooth (facial area). Acne. Dry. Greasy. Freckled. Scarred. Warm tone. Neutral tone. Cool tone. Tans easily. Prone to sunburn.

★  ⸻   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Black. Blue. Red. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned. Deep set.

★  ⸻   𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Short. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Floor length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed red. Dyed any “unnatural color”. Streaked. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

★  ⸻   𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 . (in his second verse)

Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Shin tattoo. Wrist tattoo. Lower back tattoo. Hand/finger tattoo. Foot tattoo. Neck tattoo. Face tattoo. Back tattoo. Chest tattoo. One tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoo. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercing. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s). Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.

★  ⸻   𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Lip balm. Lip tint. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Dewy foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Never wears make-up.

★  ⸻   𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Natural soap. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Metal. Rain. Grass. Ocean. Autumn leaves. Baked bread. Freshly baked cookies. Smoke. Campfire. Lavender. Trees. Pumpkin Pie. Musk. Rose. Gingerbread. Peppermint. Oak. Honey. Lemon. Vanilla. Coffee Cake. Mint. Raw hyde.

★  ⸻   𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒

Jeans. Tight pants. Over-knee socks. Tights. Fishnets. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank-top. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Highslit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Plaid. Black. Dark colors. Neutral colors. Fur. Faux fur.  

★  ⸻   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐒

Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Boots. Cowboy boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stilettos. Bare feet. Loafers.

[unknownchaos]

Appreciate the tag :)

U - Ultraviolet - Spiritbox

N - Nightmare - Avenged Sevenfold

K - Kiss On My List - Daryl Hall & John Oates

N - Nice to See You (Ft. Floor Cry) - Vansire

O - Out of the North - Jesper Kyd

W - Wash It All Away - Five Finger Death Punch

N - Northern Attitude - Noah Kahan & Hozier

C - Circle with me - Spiritbox

H - Halcyon - Spiritbox

A - Always Gonna Be - Firm Foundation + As Above So Below - Beyond the Breach (I couldn't just pick one)

O - Outer Worlds, Inner Demons - Sick Century (it's an album, but I couldn't find any songs that started with O)

S - Swine//Flu - Gorepig

Tags: @skywarpedseeker @yourubersawcrit @4oh4blognotfound @jupejumble

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

i- I was all over her by salvia palth

n- no surprises by radiohead

a- a night to remember by beabadoobee and laufey

s- sunsetz by cigarettes after sex

t- there is a light that never goes out by the smiths

a- all I think about now by pixies

t- the blonde by TV girl

e- everything by the black skirts

o- one beer by MF DOOM

f- first love/late spring by mitski

c- cigarettes out the window by TV girl

r- rises the moon by liana flores

i- infrunami by steve lacey

s- see you again by tyler the creator and kali uchis

i- i can't handle change by roar

s- show me how by men I trust

(do I know 16 people??)

@rohza-is-a-bit-gay @rainnism @titan-god-helios @frogofalltime @etherealspacejelly @tiredlyvelociraptoring @chaotic-beannn @us-costco-official @chaoticrsstuff @werewolfenthusiast @person4924 @indecisivebitch3000 @ionlylook @transgirlsgetswords @asherwentinsanelol + anyone else whod like to join