#got to hear that funny feeling AND the chicken in person

[stackofturtles]

Part 4

South Carolina

Current State Bird: Carolina Wren

Rating: you have my eternal gratitude for changing it from that mockingbird in 1948

New State Bird: Carolina Wren

Our first state bird with the state in its name, good branding there SC. You’ve really embraced the Carolina Wren as your symbol and I’m glad you did! I love hearing these little guys singing outside my window every morning! Their songs are beautiful and full of assertiveness and personality, they are seldom seen but their presence it always known! This sassy little bird is great for South Carolina. Also thank you so much for ditching the mockingbird as your state bird, I don’t think I could take it.

Delaware

Current State Bird: Blue Hen Chicken

Rating: I thought Rhode Island would be the worst one, you proved me wrong

New State Bird: American Oystercatcher

Not only did Delaware pick a chicken, but unlike for RI the Blue Hen isn’t even recognized as an official breed of chicken. Disgraceful. Apparently they come from some fighting hen some captain owned in the Revolutionary war? I could not bring myself to care enough to look into it too deeply, the choice of state bird was just too embarrassing. But what will the new one be? The problem is that Delaware made being the first state its entire personality and now it has none. I may be harsh on Connecticut for being a saltine cracker of a state but at least I can assign some characteristic to Connecticut, I mostly forget Delaware exists so how can I pick a good state bird. Ok, starting with the basics it’s a coastal state, I’m pretty sure it’s known for shellfish, even though other states have a better claim to that we’ve got to work with what we have. We will go with a shorebird. I know others have proposed red knot since Delaware is a major stop off location in migration, but my criteria dictates no passing migrants so that’s out. As much as I think this bird has too much charisma for Delaware, I’m going with one of my favorite shorebirds the American Oystercatcher. Yes, other states have more oystercatchers and may be more deserving of such a majestic bird but other birds just fit them better. I also believe the oystercatcher deserves to be a state bird. I’m giving you a great gift Delaware, don’t squander it.  

New Mexico

Current State Bird: Greater Roadrunner

Rating: you understood the assignment. S Tier.

New State Bird: Greater Roadrunner

A bird truly befitting the state! A breath of fresh air amidst all the unimaginative repeat picks. The reasons this is perfect are self-evident; I don’t have anything insightful or funny to add. Everyone else shut up and take notes.

West Virginia

Current State Bird: Northern Cardinal

Rating: too generic, use your imagination (sure hope the cardinal isn’t going to be a trend…)

New State Bird: Cerulean Warbler

The cardinal is just too generic and wide spread to be a good pick for WV, I feel too much romanticism for the state (even though I’ve never been, thank you John Denver). The WV state bird must be a bird of mountain forests. After some research I settled on the Cerulean Warbler. An uncommon and unique looking warbler, around 27% of all Cerulean Warblers breed in WV, truly a bird of Appalachia! It’s a romantic, little treasure of the WV woods.

Improving the State Birds

We all know the US State Birds are generally terrible. This is not a new take. Over 60% of States couldn't even bother to pick a unique bird that no one else picked and so many of them are just wrong for each state. I'm here to rate the current state birds and propose new ones if I deem them unacceptable.

Here are my criteria for a good state bird:

It must be native to the state, no introduced species. Also no migrants passing through, the bird must live in the state for at least a full season each year

Every state must have a unique state bird, none of this current nonsense where 7 states have the cardinal

It must capture the feel, the essence, the very soul of the state personified in a bird.

I will also only be able to assess states I am familiar enough with right now to understand what bird suits them, so this will be very northeast bias. With that here is part 1 of ???

Massachusetts

Current State Bird: Black-Capped Chickadee

Rating: eh? You can do better

New State Bird: Double-Crested Cormorant

MA, my adoptive home state, the chickadee is a fine bird but not the best fit, we can do better. My first instinct was the Wild Turkey, they are everywhere in MA, even in downtown Boston. I admire their gumption and zero fucks attitude, fitting for MA, but I was worried people would take away the wrong message and associate them too much with pilgrim bullshit, we don’t need anymore of that in MA. So I’m going with the Double-Crested Cormorant. These diving birds are on every pier and dock in MA, fitting for the Bay State. They also have the confidence and no fucks given attitude to represent the state but with the maritime charm we need.

New York

Current State Bird: Eastern Bluebird

Rating: Why? Does NY have bluebirds? Yes? Would you ever associate NY with a bluebird? No.

New Sate Bird: Blue Jay

As a native son of NY I had a hard time picking a bird that truly felt like the entire state, but I think Blue Jay fits beautifully. Loud, often maligned and seen as a bully, but very beautiful, colorful, and intelligent (they are corvids after all) and a delight for those who can truly appreciate them. A common bird yes, but very distinctive and assertive, a worthy symbol of NY.

New Jersey

Current State Bird: American Goldfinch (I’m sorry, Eastern Goldfinch as the state insists on calling it)

Rating: Unacceptable: I’m sure NJ wanted a bird that said Garden State, and while they are numerous only shorebirds should ever have been in consideration. Also, in true NJ fashion, they insist on calling it the Eastern Goldfinch and have thus lost all finch privileges.

New State Bird: Great Black-Backed Gull

It was a forgone conclusion that NJ’s state bird would be a seagull, the real question: what kind of seagull? Discussion with proud NJ daughter @wretched-mog led to 3 candidates: the American Herring Gull, the Laughing Gull, and the Great Black-Backed Gull. The debate ultimately boiled down to this point: do I go with a gull that symbolizes how the world sees NJ? In this case I would pick the Herring Gull- seen as the ur-parking lot trash gull. Or do I go with how NJ sees itself, personified in worlds largest gull species, the self-important king of gulls, the Great Black-Backed Gull. In the end I went with what a native New Jersey-an feels captures their essence- and it still has the feel of a parking lot gull anyway- so NJ gets the Great Black-Backed Gull.

Vermont

Current State Bird: Hermit Thrush

Rating: A surprising win for the Green Mountain State!

New State Bird: Hermit Thrush

If asked to pick a state bird for Vermont, the Hermit Thrush wouldn’t have been the first bird to come to my mind, but I think it’s perfect. While quite humble in appearance, its song is one of the most beautiful bird songs there is. Have you ever been serenaded by the melodies of the Hermit Thrush in the woods of New England in summer? It is a magical experience I highly recommend. It has the good woodland vibes they’re going for up there and I’m all for it.

[standupcomedyhistorian]

Um…so this happened 👀

Still can’t believe it tbh…

Daniel Sloss was an absolute GEM and took photos with everyone who stayed after his amazing performance of Can't at Town Hall that opened the New York Comedy Festival this year. SO much fun, and he signed my copy of his book! 🥰

My trip was incredible, the Inside cabaret show at 54 Below was a BLAST (I had on disco ball jewelry courtesy of @ilickedthegardenwall), and @nicoleanell couldn't have been a more gracious host.

We even went to the Brooklyn Cat Cafe (and I got a beautiful turquoise shirt)! 💗

Lots to come on my website, especially about meeting Sloss in person, and keep it here for more comedy fun! ✌🏼🐔

[savage-rhi]

Fuchsia? 😂

[ihavetoomanyocsdealwithit]

You break down into tears and tell them: "It’s been so long since I’ve felt this happy, I think I just got overwhelmed. You make me happy.” 

Heartslabyul dorm (here) ; Savanaclaw dorm; Octavinelle dorm; Scarabia dorm; Pomefiore Dorm; Ignihyde Dorm; Diasomnia Dorm

Cater Diamond – The bar is on the floor. That’s his first thought when he sees you tearing up over just being able to lean on his shoulder while you both look at funny little cat videos, the hand that was petting your hair almost clenching at the roots instead. You’ve never been this happy around Cay-Cay. But Cater? Cater made you happy, just by...being him.  

He sets his phone down, pulling you closer to his side and gives a small kiss on the temple as he pets your hair again. You don’t say anything as you feel a wet spot on the crown of your head, and if he stays tucked into your side whispering little nothings into your hair, nobody has to know but the two of you.  

“You make me happy too.” he breathes, barely audible. He doesn’t know if he wanted you to hear it or not. 

Trey Clover – It’s not fair, he thinks, watching your shoulder’s hitch, not with joy, but with tears. It’s not fair that things have to be so difficult all the damn time, especially for you. It’s not your fault that this world hit you like a freight train. But how you have persevered, how you adjust and shift with the heat because you have no choice. He understands. He hates that you have to do it too.  

The donuts for breakfast are quickly forgotten, his hands coming around you to squeeze tight and rub your back.  

“They won’t be so fleeting one day,” he whispers over the sound of the radio playing in the back, “One day it will be the sadness that surprises you. I don’t know when, but I know it will.”  

Ace Trappola – His hands hesitate, not sure what to do. It was just a regular movie night, cracking jokes at the bad effects when he sees your lips get tight, fat water drops dripping down your cheek as you try and wipe them away.  

“Prefect, if it takes this little, either the bar is in hell or there’s stuff you aren’t telling us.”  

He pulls you into his side, laying the both of you down and letting the stupid movie play in the back while he cracks the worst dad jokes his family has ever told him, eventually poking at your sides until you start laughing again. He understands, of course him and Deuce understand better than most, they’ve been with you since day freaking one, but he knows dwelling on it doesn’t help.  

If he has to keep you smiling, he’ll use every card in the deck to make sure of it.  

Deuce Spade – The only person Deuce has ever made happy in his entire life is his Mom, and even that was something he fucked up for a minute. He can’t believe that he was the one to make you feel like this, so overwhelmed with joy that you start crying.  

The pan sizzles as he clicks the burner off, moving the eggs off the heat. He doesn’t even remember what joke he made, something to do with eggs and chickens, and you doubled over in laughter until it wasn’t.  

Forceful as ever, he yanks you together, holding on to the moment as tightly as he is to you. If you don’t see the pinpricks of tears in his own eyes, it’s probably for the better.  

“I’m not good with words, but I’m here.” He says, cradling your face to look into your eyes. “I am here.”  

Riddle Rosehearts – Kneeling in the hedgehog pen wasn’t how he pictured this going when he invited you to help with their feeding time, and he wasn’t lying when he said it was easier with two. The hedgehogs were less likely to make a break for it if there was a second set of eyes.  

He was simply telling you about them, Angel being his favorite, when he hears the quiet sniffle. He understands a little, even as he cradles your face to wipe the tears away. The hedgehogs in  your lap snuffle at you both, and you laugh again at Houdini’s tumble from your lap to Riddle’s.  

“It takes time,” he whispers, “And I know that you are afraid that you’ll lose this feeling again.” He certainly was, eventually just cradling your face, “but I know that you’ll find it again, as long as you keep trying. Just...do what you’ve taught me.”  

He gives you a few extra minutes simply letting the little creatures roll between the two of you, and is mentally rearranging the feeding roster to include you. And if you happen to stay into dinner and evening tea, well, you are over here all the time anyway. It’s just...it is polite but it’s what he wants too.  

[mcflymemes]

CHALLENGERS (2024) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.

who says i want somebody to be in love with me?

i don't want to fuck you to prove a point.

fuck me because you want to.

are you gonna do it or not?

tastes even better than it looks.

i just told you i missed you.

i really want to kiss you right now, but i'm worried that if i try, you'll think i'm the worst friend in the world.

you know, it hurts me sometimes how little you believe in yourself.

decimate that little bitch.

let's be honest, you gotta feel bad for the kid.

you're not a spring chicken anymore.

dude. he's a pancake. you're gonna flatten him.

how's this feeling?

we're ready for you.

so obviously this isn't the result you wanted today.

you choked.

i don't want you to embarrass yourself.

i'm just a little rusty. it's a confidence thing.

get your fucking confidence back. i can't do it for you.

i'm so sick of you using this as an excuse to have a fucking meltdown.

you said we could watch a movie.

you're evil.

i'm gonna quiz you on it tomorrow.

sir, i don't know who you are.

i don't think we have much more to talk about.

i haven't spoken to you in five years.

i was just taking a little nap.

move, or i'm calling the cops.

you were really something back then, huh?

we always talked about how amazing it would be to win this together.

i'm a crazy person.

any predictions about how that's going to go?

can you do me a favor? can you not, like... demolish me tomorrow?

shut the fuck up.

if it matters to you so much, i can just give it to you.

i need it to look like i really beat you.

don't guilt me with your dying grandmother.

she's the hottest woman i've ever seen.

you were... fucking incredible.

baby, we've got to get going.

i'm not going to that party.

are you that threatened by me?

we can't both just go in there, dicks swinging.

i'd let her fuck me with a racket.

hey, do you smoke?

of course they will remember you.

see, that's your problem. you think you're like an artist or something.

you just want to win because you love it when people tell you how talented you are.

are you on facebook?

i told you tennis was boring.

you just got this crazy look on your face.

are you on a date?

i don't kiss and tell.

why did you want to have dinner with me?

i think you might be the worst friend in the world.

i didn't know you were so concerned about my feelings.

of course you still have a thing for her.

we just had what i'm assuming is the best sex of our lives.

i fucked your brains out?

what do you think you need? a cheerleader? a fuck buddy? a girlfriend?

you're talented, you're charming, and you've got a big dick.

excuse me for inconveniencing you.

don't expect to sleep here tonight.

stop going easy on me.

i'll be whatever you need me to be. i'll fuck off if you want me to.

i need you here, actually.

you're referring to when i declared my love for you.

you're not in love with me anymore?

i've been dreaming about this for five years.

i'm gonna propose something to you, and it's gonna make you angry. it's gonna make you very angry. but you have to hear me out, okay?

i'm finally ready to listen to you.

how dare you fucking ask me that.

do you think it's cute what you're doing? do you think it's funny?

that's the stupidest fucking thing i've ever heard.

i've always wanted you.

you didn't do anything to me. i did it all to myself.

i think i've reached the limit of my willingness to have this conversation with you.

do you understand how embarrassing it is that you're here?

you've never beaten me.

tell me it doesn't matter.

will you just hold me?

i'm not here to fuck you.

i miss watching you play. you were so beautiful.

[luffyvace]

Undertaker wants to Court you! ~(Headcanons)~

Can’t wait for the public school arc who’s with me?!

this dude is so silly 🗿 enjoy some hcs of this ridiculous little man

Undertaker is funny. He uses that to his advantage when courting. Well, it actually depends on what type of humor you have- most of his are usually those jokes that are kinda funny but at the same time your like ‘That’s outta pocket! 🤦‍♀️😑😂’ yk?

he always wants to hear jokes. He asks you randomly and no matter what type he laughs at them. Rude humor? Hilarious! Dad jokes? That one really tickled his fancy! 😂 why did the chicken cross the road?? To get to the other side? 🤣🤣💥

now usually I feel he has a specific sense of humor but with you everything’s just kinda funny. It’s that moment when your with someone who you can laugh at the most unfunniest stuff ever and still be cackling at it anyway 😭💕

he’s always telling them as well. Might I say, at the worst times 😏 you just watched someone run over a stray animal? Oh he’s got a joke for that hear him out- LIKE BRO 😭⁉️

HES THE TYPE OF GUY WHO MAKE YOU LAUGH BEFORE EVEN TELLING YOU THE JOKE BECAUSE YOU KNOW ITS GONNA BE STUPID 👍

Let’s also talk about hiiiis…! weird side! (I’m saying ‘side’ like he’s isn’t always weird..) This is pretty much him just being a creep? Ish? Like that scene where he was in the barrel licking salt…🤨 or how he’s always in coffins (which tbh seems more normal for a grim reaper but still..) either way this dudes’ real weird and he doesn’t tone it down, even around you despite the fact that it may or may not (you decide) push you away

He’s a very mysterious dude, so how ever you met him I guarantee it was eerie and somewhat strange. Therefore you were likely intrigued by him, so when you went on your first date it was, well, very interesting! There’s so many layers to unravel with this guy! Ngl even now you’ve only semi unraveled this incomprehensible man but at the least you do learn more as you get to know him :P

his past is….complicated is an understatement- gimme a new word.

literally no one but him knows his full past all the way up to this very day. Looks like no one has stuck around long enough! Since you will I guess you’ll be the first to figure it out! ;)

now I’ll say this, he won’t sit down and just tell you everything, no. That won’t be any fun! 😄 you’ll have to have the intelligent to sit down and decode it piece by piece with the tidbits of information he gives you randomly. Yes! It’s going to be comical seeing you try and put this whole thing-a-ba-jig together! (^_−)−☆ 🤣

his nonjudgmental yet opinionated personality is scary if you don’t like folk who come off too strong. Or if your sensitive- 😄 he’s a ‘tell-it-like-it-is-and-I-don’t-give-a-ship’ type of guy. Buuuut! If your similar to him in that sense you’ll probably understand him a lot more. Him being nonjudgemental is perfect for peeps of all types so that’s a plus!! 💗

ranting about his fascination with humans during your dates comes with the package! ☝️He just does, it’s always one of his topics, and ngl it’s nothing boring either, he’s got quite a few stories to tell with even more jokes in between, which is sure to make for a lovely date <3 plus at some point all species in black butler experienced being a human, and idk about y’all but the study of human nature, psychology and how the brain works is a very interesting thing for me! I’d definitely be able to keep a conversation like that up for some time, me personally.

He puts up a front of a funny weird guy when there’s more to him if you read between the lines. Which, don’t get me wrong that certainly is a part of the real him, he just makes sure to highlight it so you don’t look at the rest 😃👌

he’s a real creepy fellow..even towards you 😭 (on purpose) and whether he’s trying to court you or not there’s no escaping it- if it starts to push you away he’ll find a way to incorporate laughter into it to make it more appealing, but no, he won’t change his ways 😭

WHY DOESN’T HE WASH HIS HAIRRRR

(yes it’s canon 😞)

you force him to wash his hair 😘💋 pls he needs it. or at least do it with him so it’s more fun. It’ll probably be easier to convince him that way

Time to talk about his work as a grim reaper!!! :3 (retired anyway) if you are reaper you get to follow each other around doing tasks! human? You both go your separate ways to work, whatever that may be. A demon? The same as a human really! Just this time you might have a contract with somebody. Buttttt!! A perk of all three is getting to work in the funeral parlor with him ;3 it’s a good disguise if your a demon/reaper and also some good quality time for you and your reaper 😘 (i mean, I hope you don’t mind morbid stuff cuz he’s a mortician after all 😅)

his little Russian roulette with the phantomhives 🕺 (LOL) no seriously I have no clue what type of relationship he has with them besides the fact that he serves them for the price of top notch laughter 🧑‍🍳💋 but you might! I’d say he’s more willing to let you in then anyone if he’s trying to court you! That obviously means he wants to trust you with his heart! So yeah! You likely know a thing or two—more about Ciel than Vincent but any info will do at this point 😭 it’s a start right? 🤷‍♀️

whenever Ciel comes over you get to witness him or Sebastian try to make undertaker laugh, it’s not like they can kick you out, you work there! Perks 😏 You can pretty much tell the one time Ciel made him laugh himself it was just a whole bunch of tomfoolery 😂 (why did it take so long⁉️😭) Sebastian is also able to make undertaker laugh really hard immediately so I wonder what he does 🤪 guess you’ll get to see! 😋

undertaker opening up to you is a process that requires patience. And don’t be pushy!! I mean this for your sake, by the way. You’ll drive yourself crazy since you’ll never get an answer that’s not riddles or straight up jokes. 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

yeah overall his way of courting is really strange but when it comes to making things official he’s poetically blunt. The type of blunt where you have to process for a second like ‘wait what does that mean- oh. OH-’

Anyway I’m gonna talk about the actual dates now cuz I’ve pretty much just been mentioning the madness that comes with it this entire time :3 and yes as I said that’s a way of courting to him. He’s weird and blunt but doesn’t wanna do things the traditional way. So getting you involved in his antics is his way of saying ‘hey i like ya and I want ya to stick around’. And jokes. HAHAHAH 😂

dates with undertaker normally consists of tea, jokes, human psychology and gossip 🗿 ever since I saw ciel in wonderland I couldn’t get over the fact that undertaker was at a tea party and now I headcanons him to like tea LOLOLOL! I mean I know that’s how the plot goes in the actual slice movie and he was just playing the role of the character but, think about it—don’t it kinda fit???? Like?? Okok Hear me out hear me out- imagine sipping on some tea with Undertaker and gossiping on the latest drama from the underworld, ‘I heard a rare case is happening where blah blah blah *giggle* *giggle* chatter chatter..’ ETC! like idk how to explain it but do you see the vision???

I can also see him doing that dramatic anime thing where they sip they’re drink majestically then say something intelligent sounding (☝️🤓) (about psychology, for him) as the wind blows 😂😂 YK? LOLL even worse if your in a outside background and his eyes shows (cuz the character who never shows they’re eyes always show them when they get serious 🤣)

i love how shameless this guy is

why don’t we know this guys’ real name⁉️ Can’t even give him a nickname because ‘undertaker’ isn’t nickname material!! What am I supposed to call him???? Taker’ ⁉️😭🗿

ENJOY @doudouma HERE’S YOUR SURPRISE~ 🤗

[changingplumbob]

Day Twenty - Chloe Group 2/2

Lara doesn't mind one way or the other that the date is in a small park in Tartosa, she's just thrilled to be on one!

Deanna: Hey you, I feel like we haven't had a proper chat in ages

Lara: I know! It can be hard with everyone, I don't want to push in

Deanna: *smiles* Well we can talk now. So tell me... did you enjoy school growing up?

Lara: Yes! What about you?

Deanna: I did! Although some days stuck in a hot classroom I just wanted to be outdoors

Deanna: When you were little did you have a dream job?

Lara: Yes! I wanted to be the greatest DJ of all time

Deanna: Well you're on the way there right

Lara: For sure! How about you? Did little Deanna dream of building robots

Deanna: *laughs* No my love of tinkering came later. I uh, wanted to be a pirate

Lara: Think of the epic parties we could throw on the open sea! Simply incredible

Lara: As a child, I used to organize dance competitions with my cousins and friends; the prize was the stuffed cookies my grandma made, even though, in the end, she gave them to everyone for their great effort hihi

Deanna: That's so cute! I often wished I had a nonna growing up

Lara: It was great, I'm sorry you missed out

Deanna: I guess I've been lucky in other ways though. No proper dance competitions with me and my siblings though, but a lot of make believe. I'm not a big dancer

Lara: Maybe that's just because you haven't been dancing with me yet *blows kiss*

After the date we head back to the villa where it is once again skill time! Will contestants focus on short term needs or play the long game with their study choices?

Improving personal relationships seems to be the flavour of the day. Apolline and Hana take time in front of the mirror to practice their charisma. Callie sticks to a joke book while Elise hones hercomedy skills online. Billie is feeling a little on the dark side after chatting to Artemisia and has decided to work on her mischief skill. Lara is hoping to plan ahead and reads some rock climbing tips.

While contestants are busy Deanna works on grilling a treat for dinner. Time to see how she felt the date went.

Devin: Chicken again?

Deanna: Grilled chicken and veges, not just chicken skewers this time'

Devin: So how was the date with Lara? Tell me!

Deanna: *smiling* It was so nice to spend time with her. She's so funny and cheerful. I'm definitely smitten with her after that

Devin (voiceover): How did you find it

Lara (voiceover): I think I got in my own head too much before, worrying about the others. When it was just me and Deanna I relaxed, I'm very smitten

Rather than heading to the dinning room for dinner contestants are asked to put on their active clothes and head out. They arrive at the local spa where they are greeted by Deanna and... someone else.

Deanna: Thanks for coming everyone. I know that this round must have been stressful. Meeting new people, competing, trying to decide if I'm worth staying for. That's why we're here with my best friend Reece, this guy. He is an outdoors loving genius with a desire to spread zen so he's going to lead us through a guided meditation

Reece: Hello. I look forward to meeting you all properly later. For now follow me to the meditation garden. It's outside but in the shade so we won't need to worry about sunburn

Reece led the group through a meditation, successfully lowering heart rates and ensuring everyone was in a good mood for the rest of the evening. Before going in the spa however, one more surprise. Deanna had grilled up a picnic for everyone!

Again Deanna may have started out at the picnic table but didn't stay there. While she enjoyed talking with Lara, Apolline and Elise she really wanted to go to the pillow area. There she had a good chat with Billie and Reece about the benefits of the outdoors. It was surprising to hear Billie talk of fishing but I suppose a painter would know where to find goldfish. Hana saved that nugget of wisdom for later.

Heading in to the spa everyone got a face mask! They were assigned to either relax in the sauna, relax in a massage chair or get a proper massage as their first activity. Autonomy was toggled on full from the moment the meditation ended so contestants had some time to chat or further pamper themselves. Remember, if they do not win a date from the upcoming cast challenge then this will be their last opportunity to talk to Deanna before the commencement ceremony. Reece is also around but friendship gained with him will not be judged.

Taking a break from the massage chairs Deanna chose to head to the sauna with Lara and Callie. while they were steaming the rest of the contestants relaxed and enjoyed a nice foot soak. While Hana and Billie celebrated their creative sides with animal masks our resident rich girl relaxed in a golden face mask. Apolline tried to order a drink but yet again the bartender left, it must be something about the time? No matter, a spa assistant poured a tray of drinks for the ladies.

Some friendships cemented themselves over the fizzy water. Hana finally accepted that Apolline did know a thing or two about art and happily chatted to her. Outside the sauna Elise and Billie struck up more conversations about gorgeous landscapes, each enjoying the others descriptions. Downstairs Lara and Callie chatted to Deanna and Reece. Lara and Reece got quite a friendship going.

Cut to cr-

Aww, nevermind. We have to witness what Lara did autonomously. It's not the lips but it's the first almost kiss of the season. And kissing a face mask, commitment to the cause. Deanna is delighted by the display of affection.

Cut to cred-

Uh oh! Callie saw that and she is NOT delighted. After seething and shedding a tear she pulls Deanna aside to give her a piece of her mind… and several face slaps. She storms off and something tells me this action will have consequences…

Both her friendship and romance bars automatically dropped by 9 despite her settings being that physical romance will not trigger jealousy. She doesn't have the jealous trait but she has developed the fear of being cheated on… How's Lara taking this? Oh she's chilling and chatting with Reece looking proud of herself and absolutely undeterred. Maybe it's best that this is the last day for the Chloe group.

@belsasim, @igglemouse, @invisiblequeen, @paracosmic-sims, @perolesims, @simscici

[artemismoorea03]

DP x DC Prompt: I Couldn't Just Let Him Die

So one thing I don't think is touched on enough is the fact that Danny never wanted to be a hero. Like, yeah, we all know he didn't want o be a hero and he makes a joke about it but when we actually think about it this was a life he choose because nobody else was there to help. The main reason?

He didn't want people to get hurt.

Something Batman would relate to.

Now, while I love the idea of Danny absolutely beating the shit out of Joker or any villain who absolutely deserves to have their shit rocked by a kid who is only 5'5" and weighs at most 120 pounds, when we actually think about Danny's character what's more likely? Again, no hate to any of the people who do those fics, keep it up, I love seeing Joker get his just deserts.

But hear me out.

Warnings for fighting, violence, and DC typical weapons.

There was a new meta in Gotham and he was driving Bruce crazy. This kid showed up out of the blue with absolutely no information on him anywhere online or otherwise with tech so outdated not even Oracle could hack it. The only thing Bruce knew about the kid was that he called himself 'Phantom' and that he was a teenager around 14 years old.

Other than that the kid had been a pain in the ass.

Muggings? Phantom took care of it by saving the person then lecturing the person until a Bat or police showed up then literally vanished.

Fires? Phantom would fly in and out of burning buildings repeatedly with no care for his own safety. No mask, no fire protection, nothing but the thin suit he wore.

Kidnappings? Don't worry, Phantom had it handled long before Batman could even get the call to help! EVEN WHEN IT WAS ONE OF HIS OWN KIDS WHO GOT KIDNAPPED!

Granted, Phantom never got in the way of a fight but the amount of evidence that was lost due to what he was doing and how he was doing it was inconvenient. Fingerprints got wiped, evidence of what started fires were covered in an unmeltable ice, kidnappers took off the second their captive was freed and were practically untraceable after that.

It wasn't until a massive Arkham breakout that he actually got to properly meet the kid. Every prisoner had broken out and the city plunged into madness as heroes ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. Villains against heroes, criminals verse vigilantes, villains verses criminals - it was a madhouse.

Batman could hardly keep track of it all but when one of Penguin's men threw a bomb into a crowd and it landed near Joker's feet there was a long silence. It was like the city had fallen silent all around him as Batman tried to get to the bomb.

Joker was a villain.

Joker had hurt his family, killed millions of innocents including his own son, but he was sick. He didn't deserve to die.

Apparently Phantom agreed because he flew faster than Batman could track him shoving Joker away from the bomb before encasing the bomb in ice.

"Hey! What's the big idea shovin' me, bub?!" Joker said, seemingly forgetting about the bomb that was still in the kids hand. Joker walked right up to Phantom, glaring down at the shorter male who just looked at him. "Think you're some kind of hero?!"

Phantom blinked, "I feel like answering that is a trap."

Joker grabbed Phantom by the front of his shirt, "A funny guy, huh? Think you can out joke the Joker?"

"Again. That feels like a trap. I'm not trying to do anything, Clowny. But I wasn't about to let you die."

Joker glared, "Why?"

Phantom slipped out of Joker's hands somehow, much to Joker's confusion. "Because that's not who I am. Criminal or not, I'm not going to let you die if I can protect you."

"Who says I need protection?"

Phantom held up the bomb again with a deadpan look. "Lucky guess." He said, then suddenly noticed something to his right. "Oh, gotta go. Later Clowny."

"IT'S JOKER!" Joker shouted after Phantom as he flew away. "Batman! Teach your baby bats some manners!"

"He's not mine, Joker." Batman said, marching over, grabbing Joker's wrists and cuffing them behind his back.

Not yet anyway. But with a mentality like that... maybe this pain in the ass could learn a thing or two from a Bat.

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐞 𝐆𝐨 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

Parings → Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings → fluff

Summary → Peter struggles to confess his feelings for you, repeatedly hesitating despite encouragement from Ned.

You were standing at your locker, chatting with MJ as you both gathered your books for the next class. The school hallway buzzed with the usual energy of students rushing around, but you felt comfortable in your little bubble, laughing at something MJ said.

Across the hallway, Peter Parker was a nervous wreck. He stood with his best friend, Ned, stealing glances at you every chance he got. Peter had been crushing on you for as long as he could remember, but each time he thought he was ready to confess his feelings, he chickened out. Today, though—today was supposed to be different.

"I'm gonna tell her," Peter said with an unsteady breath, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure Ned could hear it.

Ned looked up from his phone, eyebrows raised. "Hell yeah, dude! Finally. I've been waiting for this day forever. Do you need a pep talk, or...?"

Peter shook his head. "No. I can do it. I just—yeah, I can do it." He exhaled and steeled himself. It was just a few steps between him and you. Just a few feet, and he could finally say everything he'd been holding back. Ned gave him a supportive nudge.

With a determined look, Peter took the first step. Then another. His legs felt like jelly, but he forced himself to keep moving. Every step felt heavier than the last as a thousand thoughts flooded his mind: What if she doesn’t like me back? What if she laughs? What if this ruins everything?

Halfway there, you glanced up from your conversation with MJ and noticed Peter walking towards you. Your face brightened with a smile, and you gave him a little wave. "Hey, Peter!" You called out, your voice friendly and warm.

That simple gesture—your smile, your wave, the way you looked at him like he was the only person in the hallway—was enough to stop Peter in his tracks. His heart fluttered, and his nerves took over again. He smiled awkwardly, gave you a little wave back, and without saying a word, turned right back around and walked straight back to Ned.

Ned groaned. "I knew this was going to happen. Come on, man!"

"I can't do it," Peter muttered, burying his face in his hands.

"Here we go again," Ned sighed, shaking his head. "How many times is this now? Five? Six? More?"

"I don't know," Peter groaned. "It's not my fault! She smiled at me, Ned! And waved! How am I supposed to think when she does that?"

"By actually talking to her, dude," Ned said, raising an eyebrow. "You know, like a normal person?"

"I was going to!" Peter protested, peeking through his fingers at you. You had gone back to your conversation with MJ, seemingly unaware of the internal meltdown Peter was having just a few feet away. "But then she looked at me and… I don’t know. I froze."

Ned let out an exaggerated sigh. "Peter, buddy, you've been Spider-Man for how long? You face supervillains on a daily basis, but you can't talk to a girl? A girl you knew since middle school?"

"That’s different!" Peter argued. "When I’m Spider-Man, I don’t care about embarrassing myself. But when it’s her…"

Ned rolled his eyes. "You’re overthinking it, man. Just go over there and tell her you like her. Or ask her out for coffee. Anything. I bet she’d say yes."

Peter glanced at you again, his stomach twisting into a knot. What if Ned was right? What if you would say yes? It wasn’t like you were unfriendly. You always smiled at him in the hallways, waved at him during class, and sometimes even sat next to him at lunch. You were kind, funny, and always seemed interested in what he had to say.

But still, what if you didn’t feel the same way? Peter had thought about that, too, and the fear of rejection made him feel like he was about to explode.

"I'll do it tomorrow," Peter mumbled, already feeling defeated.

"Tomorrow?" Ned echoed, his tone incredulous. "Peter, you've been saying 'tomorrow' for weeks. At this rate, you’re gonna wait until graduation."

Peter sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know, I know. It's just—ugh. What if she says no, Ned?"

"What if she says yes?" Ned shot back. "You'll never know unless you try."

Peter groaned again and leaned against the lockers, his head thunking against the metal. He stared up at the ceiling, silently praying for some kind of cosmic intervention to give him the courage he so desperately needed. But nothing came. No sudden burst of confidence, no magical solution to his problem. Just the same sinking feeling in his chest.

Ned patted his shoulder sympathetically. "Look, dude. I get it. It's scary. But you're Spider-Man, man! You can do anything."

Peter peeked at Ned from under his arm. "Really? You think so?"

"Yeah, of course. You can do all that cool Spider-Man stuff. You’re smart, funny, and you’ve got great hair. What more could she want?"

Peter chuckled softly. "Great hair?"

Ned grinned. "Trust me, the hair is a big deal."

Peter shook his head, but the small smile remained on his face. Maybe Ned was right. Maybe he could do it. Maybe tomorrow would actually be the day.

Meanwhile, across the hall, MJ nudged your arm, pulling you out of your conversation.

"Someone’s staring at you again," she said, her voice laced with amusement.

You turned your head slightly and caught Peter glancing at you from across the hallway. The second your eyes met, he quickly averted his gaze, turning back to Ned and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

MJ smirked. "Parker's totally into you, you know."

Your heart did a little flip. "You think?"

MJ gave you a knowing look. "Trust me. He's been pining for you for months."

You smiled softly, glancing at Peter again. He looked flustered, like he was in the middle of one of his internal debates with himself.

"Maybe I should make the first move," you mused, half-joking.

MJ raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Now that would be fun to watch."

You giggled, feeling a bit braver than before. Maybe tomorrow, Peter wouldn’t have to make the first move after all.

‎∗ ࣪ ˖༺ 𓆩☆𓆪 ༻˖ ࣪ ∗

[naok-iyuu]

Love is about details - Zed Necrodopolis x fem!reader

Summary : On a Halloween night, you meet a boy that will soon become your best friend. Until feelings get in the way.

word count : 8.2k

My masterlist ! No major warnings, just reader having an existential crisis mid fic and Zed being a golden retriever.

(Autor's note) : I AM FINALLY ALIIIVVEEE !!! I am soo lazy, I've struggled so much to finish this one. And even when I get ideas, I always end up with those blank page syndrome or with too much drafts on my account.

I hope this fanfic will be liked by some of you, I don't really know where I was going at some point but I couldn't bring myself to delete and do something else ahah. I wanted to do a small fic... Well it ended up with 8k words. ENJOY!!

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You never believed in love at first sight. Hell you even thought it was the most stupid thing the world ever created to entertain Terrians. Maybe you could be really attracted to someone at first sight, because ‘gorgeous’, surely, would be the first word coming to your mind while crossing path someone like Joshua Bassett. But to truly fell in love, you should be able to remember their eye color and describe it as something precious. Or so you thought.

Your first encounter with the boy you would fell in love with was on Halloween. Your friend group thought it would be funny to cross Seabrook’s border to enter Zombietown, something about showing each other that you weren’t chicken-hearted. A stupid teenage idea.

You weren’t interested in those things, but you followed your bestfriend who was a total lab nerd that would smash the Seabrook barrier to see a real zombie outside of your school. Natural habitat analysis thingy going on in her head.

It didn’t last long though, each and every person looked every two seconds behind them and jumped at every street common noise their hears caught.

They finally all went running back to the so called ‘normal side’ when a zombie, woman, screamed at them from the other side of the road. The sound as surprised you so much that your body frooze instantly. Your heart started beating even faster when the door near you suddenly oppened rapidly, making you jump and gasp.

Your eyes met one of a boy, it was easy enought to discern the surprised and concerned look on his face, his gaze looking strangly at you. You were disguised as a zombie for Halloween, well, the kind of zombie filmakers showed in their movies. Torn clothes, messy hair, pale skin with a lot of scars. Not really looking like the young zombie you had in front of you. Green hair styled with skills you surely did not have, grunge clothes, but a nice call on the pale skin.

"What are you doing here ?" His words came out skeptical, for what on earth would a human be on the wrong side of the wall. Well, there was Halloween of course, but nobody ever had the courage to come here.

He had caught on your dressing up, you were a convincing enought zombie for normal people, but not for a zombie apparently. He could admit that your make up was impressive, those scars looked real.

"Hm… Well with Halloween going on, my friends came to scare themself."

His eyebrows raised when you answered him. He was more prepared to receive a scream followed by one of the biggest sprint he’ll ever see. He looked from left to right, but found nothing other than his old, moldy town. "Seems like they got scared, right ?"

His conclusion got a chuckle out of your lips and you nodded your head, looking in the direction your friends took a run for their life. In the back of your mind, you thought about the fact they totally forgot to look out for you. They would be hearing about it for at least the next 10 years. "Yeah, they completely took a run for it."

Your eyes met his again, the situation was quite awkward. For him taking in the sight of a human in front of his house, and for you, who, for the love of the sky above, couldn’t even move to end this nightmare. "I should… Probably get going."

Your eyes lost their way on the scenery around, thinking that you should go home before everyone calls the police to get you out. Your parents would lose their head if they knew something had happened to you. You finally found in you the energy to move a foot when his hesitant voice stopped you.

"Can I ask for your name ?"

You turned around, returning to the spot you were so eager to leave. It took you a few seconds again to gather your thoughts. He wasn’t the one responsible for the fact you were right in front of his door, just stairs away from him. Maybe you were just disturbed by how calm you actually were. You were going to blame the Halloween effect on this one, green haired people weren’t that weird and scary compared to some costume people came up with.

"Huh yeah. I am Y/n." A breeze stopped your own question to let your name simmer in the air. The fact being that you were two people trying to get each other names after a weird encounter and not a girl and a zombie in that very moment felt like something you shouldn’t be allowed to do. Zombies were still hated by your people, they haven’t stopped talking trash about them even when they got welcomed in your school. Change must be scary for humans.

"And you ?" His own mouth went dry, maybe from the exact same fact you realised or from his father's voice hurrying him inside. His words got stuck for a time more, remembering his own name and yours.

"Zed. I am Zed Necrodopolis." He nodded to himself, at least he didn’t mispelled it nor hesitated too much. Zed was friendly to everyone, even when he started his first year at Seabrook high. Yet, having an intruder in Zombie Town had taken him aback, that was quite the shocker. He tried to remember if he ever saw you at school. No, he surely hasn’t… has he ?

A wave of your hand paused his thoughts. He waved goodbye back, looking at your silhouette. Once you were far enough and his father's voice loud enough, he came back inside his sweet little home.

Another idea occurred, did you even know where you were going ?

. . .

The few other encounters were less awkward.

After a good scare endured by your friends who thought you had been devoured by a thousand zombies, deserved. You had to go back to school, tossing aside your friend questions about how the zombie you talked to looked like, smelled like, dressed up like. You couldn’t remember a single thing, just a bunch of green hair that could be seen all around the school now. Or maybe, you just didn’t really want to talk about it.

You crossed paths with him, between classes and lunches. Both too hesitant to talk and too distracted by your talkative friends. You had waved, waved, and waved again at each other. He noticed how you would only use your right hand to greet him, and you acknowledged how dark colors were the ones that suited him most. Your wavery earned a gasp from your bestfriend and a side angry eye from the zombie girl following Zed around.

. . .

Grabbing the library table, your friend looked at you with the biggest eyes possible. "It was Zed Necrodopolis ?" Her voice whispered in disbelief.

She had finally noticed your wavering habits with the zombie after seeing him near the lockers on your way to the library, when you already had done it 10 times today.

You frowned, moving slightly your head like something would jump on you if you moved too much. "You know him ?"

She shook her head with her mouth open in shock, her eyes rolled back in her head. "He’s the one zombie who got into the football team ! Do you live under a rock ?"

"Since you forgot me back in Zombietown, yes. I feel much more secure." You slid your joke with a thin smile and a raise of your features to make your point and annoy her.

She breathed a quiet laugh in your direction with a smile. She was ready to get back at you when a voice interrupted her.

"Hi, sorry to disturb you both, can we sit here ?"

You two looked up from your conversation, locking your eyes with the ones you couldn’t escape even if you tried. Schools aren’t that big after all. Zed was standing here, a zombie girl clearly angry and a taller zombie boy with the biggest smile right next to him.

Your mouth oppened and closed a few times, your words hiding themself in the back of your throat instead of helping you in creating a sentence. You turned to your best friend and saw her eyes popped out of her face, her mouth wide open enough to swallow at least 3 whole families of flies. Her eyes stared in your direction, her face not moving an inche from her surprised and excited features. You didn’t need to ask for her permission, she would beg you to say yes. Slightly nervous, you faced Zed again who was waiting for you with a gentle smile.

"Yeah of course." You slided your chair closer to your wide eyed friend next to you to let the three zombies sit on the three available chair.

When they sat down, silence followed. Zed, who sat on your other side, looked at you with shy eyes. Something that cringed the girl with a messy bun. He discretly waved hello to you, a ritual that seemed to please him more than you could imagine. You waved back discretly, the tiniest ‘hi’ falling from your lips to greet him. His eyes quickly caught the color of your pencil case, f/c. Somehow, he felt like he could have guessed this as your favorite color.

A sigh caught everyone attention and the green haired girl crossed her arms. "Why are we even here ?"

Zed was quick to quiet down any fight he thought could happen due to his friend being grumpy and the two humans girls feeling hurt by her words. "To say Hi." He caught both your attention, introducing his friends. "This is Eliza, don’t mind her she is getting used to human, still. And this is my buddy Bonzo."

Bonzo smile grew even bigger, showing all of his teeth as he raised his hand to say what seemed to be a ‘hello’ or a ‘nice to meet you’ in zombie. Phrased by some ‘zogzigzargzog’, or maybe it was ‘zigzagzargzogzarg’, you couldn’t remember.

"What did he said ?!" Your friend high pitched voice surprised everyone, she was quick to react to Bonzo words. Her hand was nearly breaking her pen by squeazing it too much, her other hand flipping pages of a new notebook you had never seen.

"That’s Lucile. Sorry about her she just really loves zombies for some reasons..." You tried to ease their surprise by introducing your highly excited best friend who seemed to live her biggest dream.

"That’s completely fine." Surprisingly, his words gently eased your mind. Maybe handling both girls wouldn’t be that hard. "He said ‘pleasure to meet you both’. "

You heard her excited gasp before she started writing what she heard. How could she even remember what the other boy said ?

"I only wrote what I heard but could you check ?" Her question was more of an affirmation as she slided her notebook right into Zed’s hands, passing it in front of you. He was careful not to disturb your work while grabbing the book.

His dark orbs looked at you with an amused grin before asking for a pencil, which Lucile gladly and almost throwed at him in a hurry. Getting a scared ‘Jesus !’ from you. "You heard it right, but if I may, here’s the zombie way of writing it."

When he handed it back to her, you were sure she was going to explode on the spot. "You guys have a whole different alphabet to speak zombie ?!"

Zed seemed proud of her reaction, he was cute. You could see in the corner of your eyes Eliza slowly relaxing herself. Maybe she had been worried that you would be as mean as the cheerleaders when they first arrived.

"And twenty-three different ways to write the word ‘brain’. " His head nooded to her in affirmation.

"Oh my god this is awesome ! If you guys can teach me all about it somedays, I want to know everything !"

"We’ll be glad, right ?" He turned to his friends. Bonzo cheered with his usual bright smile while Eliza shrugged her shoulders, mumbling a 'why not'.

You smiled at them, happy that everyone seemed to get quite along for a first encounter. You felt like you didn’t know how to act around Zed, for a fact, you didn’t know each other except for those stolen hi’s after all. You could say that socializing wasn’t really something you were good at.

Zed seemed to notice your shyness, maybe he could help you by showing his friendly side. "Your friend seems great. She’s funny."

You looked up to see his brown eyes looking at you. For some reasons, you were sure that that one sunray directed right to his left eye was there on purpose. "Yeah, she’s the best."

Zed had made the first step toward you, hoping to see bloom a friendship between the fake zombie girl he had seen on his doorstep and himself.

Mainly thanks to Lucile and her inconditional love for zombies, she got the three of them to stay at your table for an hour.

. . .

Day after day, you were gradually seen hanging out with Zed and his crew along with Lucile more and more. Forming a lovely mixed group of five.

You opened up slowly, and conversation started to feel more natural once you knew each zombie better. You didn’t need Zed’s help anymore to feel comfortable, your questionable jokes already sliding in each and every sentence you could form.

Bonzo and Eliza seemed to like you both, even if you couldn’t communicate with the taller boy. You still found ways to understand him and he did the same. Eliza and Lucile both fell for their nerd side, not looking like total polar opposite anymore. Eliza being a zombie was Lucile fuel for knowledge and Lucile being always impressed by Eliza knowledge and technology made her feel understood.

Fast enought, without anyone questioning or noticing it, every single second you could spend glued to Zed became your mission number one every day. You had your routines, your habits, and somehow in the mist of it all, the jocks found his way to be your new and unique routine.

The same could be said for him. Even if Zed would never be ruled by any routines, having you and Lucile gang up with Eliza and Bonzo went from something nice to his essential. Even when the group couldn’t be together, the boy always found his way to you and you to him. He somehow quickly noticed your love for quiet places and books, which made it easier to find you. You were, too, quick to find Zed everytime you were looking for him. His loud voice and love for football were easy enough to spot in every room he could be in.

Free hours in school were spend in his company, lunches were eaten right next to him just so you could mock his choice of food, and you surprised yourself with even seeing him on weekends. Zombies had won freedom for their own actions, seeing your friends was now a piece of cake. You started with simple hang outs with everyone to going to Zed’s house, him to yours, and even to include ice cream rituals in town. You could never be thankful enough for those, especially for the coach's peanut butter n’ bones ice cream.

Your parents never saw you out of the house this often, you could even say that your mom had started to grow a soft spot for the green haired jock. Something you would have gladly erased from your memories if not for those family meal where his name seemed to always end up in.

. . .

That’s why you never believed in love at first sight. For you, you had to know the person, hang out with them and remember everything special about them. You could never have fallen in love by just seeing Zed for the first time next to his crusty door. You believed that love was about details. And this belief would be the one hitting you full speed right in the guts.

. . .

"How can you say that zombies have different eye colors ? They are all bloody brown !" Lucile hands fell on her thighs, smacking them in the process with exasperation.

Your best friend sitting on your bed had talked about her zombie knowledge again for the past twenty minutes, a knowledge you had started to be really interested in recently. She’ll never mention it, but it surprised her when you suddenly asked about their language, culture and even tradition.

You knew a bunch, thanks to your zombies buddies, but Lucile was a goldmine of information. If you wanted to know anything without sounding too weird or suspicious, you knew she was your best option.

Today’s new debate started when Lucile talked about physical differences between zombies, noticing how all hairs weren't exactly the same shade of green. However, she had maintained her statement about their eyes being only a very dark brown.

"No they are not. There are different shades too." You contradicted her again, looking at her notes and judging some of them as enormous lies, just the hater you were.

"Okay, give me an exemple." She moved her hand to invite you to elaborate your point of view, obviously curious to know why you were so reactive to this fact and not any other ones.

"It’s true that Bonzo and Eliza have dark eyes, but Zed doesn’t."

"Oh he does."

"No he does not." You looked at the ceiling, starting to feel frustrated. You let Lucile’s zombies notebook fall on your bed right in front of you both. You chewed your bottom lip before speaking again, your eyes looking at every detail of your room and not at your best friend, who’s gaze didn’t leave you for a second. "Zed’s… Well his eyes are slightly the same color as milk chocolate, only a little darker I'll give you that. And when the sun hits them, they glow with this orangy brown color… Like those pictures you find when typing ‘autumn forest’ on google. Seriously, it’s funny when you think about it."

You looked at your fingers, not giving more thoughts to what you just said. Lucile though, looked at you like you were talking crazy. Her famous wide open mouth and her frowned eyebrows couldn’t believe what she just heard. She knew what you thought about boys or romance, luckily her brain was quick to connect the dots. You always talked about details, for you, love should be remembering their eye color and describing it as something precious. You once told her.

She silenced her gasp, finally understanding why you changed so much recently and why zombies suddenly got your interest when you couldn’t care less before. She never gave second thoughts about your relation with Zed, you both were really good friends who liked to hang out often, if not every single day. (Weird ) And friends who, she thought, were glued by the hips like twins would. But maybe this closeness, at a point in time, crossed a line even you haven’t noticed.

"Pause Y/n, Pause." The sudden seriousness in her tone made you perk up from your nail analysis. You had never seen a face like that on her. It made you overthink the words you have just spoken, could you had said something wrong ?

"Did you heard yourself ?"

"W-What ?"

"I am not angry, nor frustrated, nor scolding you." She tried to easy your mind. "I am only asking, did you heard yourself ?"

"What ? That Zed’s eyes looks like dumb autumn forest pictures ?"

She nodded slowly, biting both her lips in a thin line. "Can you now remind me what you always said about remembering someone’s eyes color."

You felt as if your brain spun on itself and gave your whole body a warning sign while ringing simultaneously the biggest bell that could exist. You gasped loudly, your hands flying fast to cover your mouth. "You are shitting me."

"YOU are shitting me ! Since when ?"

You stood up from your bed, realization striking you. You felt the air becoming colder in your lungs with your heart beating crazier than when it’s an exam day. Your hands felt cold, than hot, than cold, than hot again. You looked back at Lucile who was just as surprised as you, just less freaked out.

"I don’t know ! Oh god it’s bad." You were starting to feel too freaked out by this new revelation. Luckily, the scent of your room and being a calm person on a daily basis helped you step out of your mind roller coaster faster.

"I mean, you always go out together. Maybe that made it harder to notice."

Another, but tiniest, gasp escaped you. "We have an ice cream thingy tomorrow." Lucile could hear tiny ‘it’s bad’ coming from you and ‘oh god’ ‘s.

"I never undertood that ritual, every week ? Ice cream ?"

"You’re right, I am calling in sick. " You were ready to grab your phone when she snatched it away.

"First, we are going to talk about this, analyze things and won’t freak out, okay ? It is not as bad as it looks."

"I am not that freaked out, and yes it is bad. Not falling for your, other, best friend is like an unbreakable rule."

"So you are in love with Zed ?"

"I absolutely did not say that."

The girl frowned again, even with your calm demeanor you stayed in a total denial mindset. You always loved romance, but it seemed like it wasn’t the thing you were expecting to crash into your life right now. Or maybe your weren’t expecting to fall for Zed. She stretched out her hand for you to take, encouraging you to come back on the bed. You sighed, taking it before sitting back on your bed, a light sadness building in your chest.

"Can we talk about zombies culture instead ?"

"If you want, but before we’re going to dig into that little heart attack moment you just had."

"It’s just… Like I said, we’ve been like best friends lately and I just feel like I am betraying him." Your eyes met hers, a sad expression painting your features. "It’s like I am asking too much out of him. We’re friends, and now feelings get in the way and I’ll start acting weird because now I am aware of it. And what if I get even more into my head and he just feels weirded out, rejects me of some sort. I still want to hang out with him."

"Wow you got the time to think about all of that in just a minute ?" Her sentence teared the tiniest chuckle out of your lips. Lucile squeezed your hand, trying to keep you grounded in any ways she could. "I think you should be kinder to yourself. It happens to fall for friends, even if it changes things, ultimately. It is not a bad thing."

"Why him though … ?" Your question was more of a frustrated and sulking sentence to show how surprised you were.

She laughed. "I should ask you girl !"

And you followed her laughter. Maybe you got ahead of yourself and got slightly carried away by the new realisation, just maybe. You talked a bit more with Lucile, and you were thankful for her patience and the way she understood your point of view. Even if she thought that Zed looked like a very green and moldy potato, which made you laugh. She even teased you by saying how your mom would be happy to hear the news, making you grunt another slight laugh.

You knew the boy for nearly a year now, blossoming feelings shouldn’t be surprising when you knew deep down how good he looked. Getting to know each other and your souls clicking together like you just lost a thousand years finding the person that could make you spit out your whole stomach laughing along with flipping your whole mood upside down with just a word should have been a warning sign. You had fallen in love with Zed Nerodopolis.

. . .

The next day went smoothly, even if you had to mentally scold yourself every now and then because you kept looking at Zed for no reasons. You tried to brush your new feelings off, acting like usual with maybe less confidence.

He noticed, and you hopped it was just once. "Do I have some ice cream left on my face ?" A finger pointed toward his face, he stared at you.

"Nop. Not at all."

"Oh, I thought. Since you can’t stop staring." You caught on his teasing tone, his smile already trying to get under your skin just so you would say something back to him.

Usually, you would have laughed and made fun of him for suspecting you of staring. But now, all his sentences and smirks did were increasing your heartbeat and wished that your cheeks haven’t turned a deeper shade of red.

. . .

The next week at school, you thought you were doing a good job at hiding anything your heart was begging to let out. You denied with force the fact you avoided your usual safe spots to study or read, knowing full well Zed would be waiting or searching for you there. You couldn’t avoid him everywhere and everytime though, you both were too familiar with each other schedule and you could tell the boy sensed something different coming from you.

Trouble knocked at your door when Eliza found you in a room you wouldn’t usually want to be, the cheerleaders rest room. Bree offered you this refuge when Bucky and his henchmen weren’t around, nobody ever spilled the beans and you were grateful for that.

The door opened with a certain force and hurry, making you jump on your sit. Eliza stared right into your soul and a long silence followed before her voice came out of her throat.

"What is going on ?"

"What ?"

"Please don’t play dumb with me." She closed the door behind her, guarding the entrance to prevent any escape tricks from you. "Zed’s been whining all day long because you are avoiding him."

"I am not, we just saw each other." Lying wasn’t your best ability but you still tried to convince her of your enormous lie.

"According to him, he haven’t seen you since lunch." Her eyes were big, and it felt like your mom was giving you a life lesson. With this eye contact, you knew she wouldn’t be fooled by you. You always spend the next hour with Zed because of your free period in common. And for some reason, you could tell everyone noticed your change in character, even if you had tried to minimize it. "And we both know that you’ve been very discret and absent lately." And here it goes, you were doomed. "I’ll ask again, what is going on ?"

You growned in frustration and embarassement. "I don’t want to talk about it..." Running a hand over your face, you closed your laptop tossing it in your bag.

You didn’t see Eliza concerned look. "Is it something serious ? About your family or did something bad happened ?"

You were grateful for her concern, it showed you once more that the girl you first met in the library was now one of your friends.

"No, no. Nothing major. Just something really troublesome for me."

"And it has to do with Zed ?"

"H-How do you even get there when asking for my family seconds ago ?" You blushed once more, wishing you would have wore a turtleneck sweater to hide your face.

"I promise I won’t tell him, I just think we could all help you if we had some idea of what’s happening." Even trapped in the room you would have thought of a good hiding place, you knew Eliza was telling the truth and genuinely wanted to help you. You were thankful for Lucile too who haven’t said anything. With all the time she spends with the zombie girl, you always wondered if she could have let it slipped up accidentally.

You sighed, fighting your own hesitation about telling the truth or denying your crush for the rest of your life. Maybe it was time to take a step forward and get some advice from someone who knew Zed for a long time.

"I like him." You were quick to pronounce those words, afraid they would run away from you and make you lose your courage.

Eliza surprised face chased away the words she was about to say, ‘yeah, we know.’ The look on your face showed her it wasn’t the type of like you used to feel month before.

"Oh, like… Love like ?"

"I know I shouldn’t."

"I did not said that."

You pursed your lips, averting your eyes from hers. Somehow, telling Zed’s long time best friend your feelings for him was as hard, not really, as telling him. You were scared of Eliza already knowing the boy opinion on the question and that her words would come and cut every string you had tightly knotted.

"You’ve realised it last week ?" Your head nodding to her words confirmed her suspicions. After all, you’ve started making yourself more discreet a week ago. "And why not telling him ?"

"We’re best friend ! It will ruin our friendship for sure."

"And if it does not ? Maybe he feels something for you too." She didn’t want to talk for Zed, but she knew him. Even without telling her a word of his feelings, she noticed how he cared and looked out for you. If he wasn’t even the tiniest bit in love… Well screw him.

"He does not."

It felt like talking you out of your thoughts was out of the question. "If you say so, but I am warning you, he is behind the door and ready to follow you for the rest of the day."

You chuckled, shaking your head at the image of Zed almost going crazy behind the door. "I am ready for it captain."

Eliza sighed desperately at your words while you stood up, opening the door to reveal a Zed who haven't heard a thing from your girl talk.

"Oh my god finally ! I was starting to think that I should add you on my Christmas wish list to see you again." The zombie girl nearly got the time to step out of the room when the boy charged in to stand himself right in front of you.

"So I am a Christmas present now ? I knew you wanted me." His rolling eyes and frustrated features won a giggle out of you. At least your feelings didn’t wipe out your sense of humor.

"On a serious note, is everything okay ? » His tone instantly made your amused smile drop, you could see the worry in his eyes and what your avoidance made him experience. You felt like a fool.

"Yes, I promise. I just had a lot on my mind recently, but now I realise, nothing worth putting my friends aside."

Eliza stayed out of view but heard your words, it made a sweet smile grew on her lips.

"Of course it wasn’t worth, should I remember you that we are the best ?" He waited for you to confirm his words and your shaking, amused head gave him just that.

"Yes, I am sorry. Come here stinky dork." Your circled his body with your arms right below his chest to encourage him into a hug.

He chuckled at your attitude, something he had missed over the past days. His own arms came around your shoulders to pull your head into his chest, ever so careful to never squeeze you too hard.

Eliza cough made him turn his head and your own tried to look at the girl by sticking out your head from his warm hug.

"Don’t forget about the zombie party tonight." She raised her eyebrow at her zombie fella.

"Of course I won’t." His smile and nod was her cue to leave.

"You guys are having a party in Zombietown ?"

His gaze came right back to you. "Yes, I was going to invite you."

"And what made you wait that long ? " Your quirked eyebrow painted his face with false surprise, tease floating all around in the air. You freed yourself from his grasp, crossing your arms on your chest.

"Huh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that I couldn’t find you around school anymore ?"

"I deserve that one. But you could have texted me."

"I am a gentleman. If I ask a girl out, I at least put the tiniest bit of effort."

"That is the tiniest bit of effort for sure. Where are the flowers and the knee on the ground to beg me to accompany you ?"

He shook his head and his right arm came back on your shoulder to bring your body out of the room with him. "I am still pretty hurt by having been pushed away by my bestest friend, so no flowers and no chivalry demand for you. Maybe a next time. "

"So there will be a next time ?" Your sly smirk reminded him of why you both were impossible to put up with when together. The endless back and worth was inevitable. It almost looked like the other would lose the biggest battle of their life if they didn’t respond.

"You hope for a next time huh ? I got you girl." You called it quit on that one when you felt your heart scream, yet again, for the fourth time since the conversation started .

. . .

The day soon came to an end, and you heard your mother's voice calling you from downstairs.

"Comin’ !"

You applied another spray of perfume before going down the stairs at a rapid pace, the entrance hall already opened to let you take in the sight of a waiting Zed.

"Here you are honey." Your mother rested a hand on your shoulder when your body stopped next to her. She surely had been talking with Zed while you were in the bathroom. "I wish you both a good time, but be home before midnight, got it ?"

"No problem Mrs.L/n, I am sure we’ll be home before midnight since she gets sleepy pretty quickly." His eyes shared a reassuring look to your mother, but you knew better than to be fooled by a Necrodopolis. You could see under this sweet and gentleman smile of his that he was gently making fun of you.

"I am pretty sure I will not." You retorted, your head moving childishly.

Zed was amused by your usual picked on reaction and smiled even more. You didn’t noticed it, nor him, but your mother quickly looked at the both of you with a suspicious look. She was used to your forever gentle bickering with the zombie, but she could swore she felt something unusual.

"Even though, midnight it is." You mumbled a fake annoyed ‘Yes mom’ before taking your leave with the boy right next to you.

The walk until Zombietown was filled with lively conversations, yet again, reminding yourself not to look too closely or too often slipped your mind every single time.

"I can’t wait, zombies party really are the best."

"I am glad you think that. I am pretty sure the first time I brought you to one you almost got a heart attack."

He didn’t mean to fully tease you, but you took the bait anyway. "You know I can’t really handle a lot of people ! But now it’s okay, I am used to it." You tried not to sulk, even the slightest, but you still huffed like a sulking puppy.

He smiled, feeling his chest warm up in your presence each step he took. The week he spends, mostly, without you almost got him into a crazy teenage frenzy. He felt like he had lost his north star and that no path could ever bring him back to you. He had wondered, just for a second, if the feelings he felt for you could be painted by many other meanings. But as a best friend, he denied them and acted like nothing changed.

"We’re here, let’s go inside."

To be sure you wouldn’t get lost or trapped in a wave of young zombies, he took your hand in his, clearing a path for you while he had tucked you closer to him.

In the middle of it all, you could have swore your eyes caught a glimpse of Eliza bun. You were quickly diverted from that thought by Zed who tried to find a quieter spot for you to enjoy the party. The old building room was crowded, he opted for a spot near the huge escape door, enough for you to enjoy the musics and people energy without getting overwhelmed. However his attempt drowned as quickly as he got to the corner he wanted when you spotted Bonzo.

"Look it’s Bonzo mixing ! Let’s get closer !"

"Don’t you prefer to stay here ?" His hand prevented you from leaving without him.

You turned around, realizing he just did all this room search for you. You felt your heart flipping in your chest along with you cheeks turning slightly pink, that detail had completely gone over your head.

"For this once, I’ll take the zombie heat full speed ! Come on !"

You dragged the boy along with you while he murmured ‘Why don’t you take my heat full speed’ under his breath, a sentence you couldn’t possibly hear with all that noise. Once near the stage, the boy you were excited to see locked eyes with you and started waving at you two.

"Y/n’ska !" His voice got caught by his microphone making you laught. You raised your free hand as high as you could, waving it and cheering for him. He greeted you with a tumb up before turnig his attention back on his tech.

You turned your head to center your attention on Zed again, only to see his gaze already focused on you. For some reason, it felt like his eyes haven’t left you even when you had waved to Bonzo. Your lungs warned you of a lack of air before new notes of musics reached your ears. A gasp made you breath again and a look of excitement took over your features when your head turned in every direction to look at the old speakers.

"Oh my god it’s that song from Hotel Transylvania !" Your hand let go of Zed’s, only acknowledging the fact that you didn’t let go sooner now. "They usually don’t play that kind of songs." You offered him a confused look, only for his smile to grow wider. You remembered yourself vibing to the song before the lyrics laughed at you because you were, indeed, in love with a monster now.

"I may or may not gave some of your playlist to Bonzo." His voice perfectly covered the song, making you able to only hear him.

You felt the floor slip under your shoes even if your body didn’t move an inch. "Why would you do that ?"

"Because I know how much you love the songs you listen to on a daily basis. I just thought it would make you happy to hear them here too."

‘Cause I’m in love with a monster.

You bit your lower lips, your heart ready to explode. You were going to let ip slip up, the words threatened to blurp out.

Friends say I’m stupid and I’m out of my mind, but without you boy I’d be bored all the time.

"You dance ?" You offered him the same hand you had taken away from him.

"How could I say no."

Everyone danced around you and Zed and even if you weren’t that good of a dancer, you allowed yourself to bounce around like you would do in your room. Your partner successfully made you drop some coordinated moves along with him. For a few seconds, it didn’t felt like a huge and moldy old building filled with hormones and sweats. You were in your own little world where only your best friend was allowed to appear when he made you twirl and move along with him.

The song soon ended to reveal another one that you knew a little bit too well. You turned around once more to look at Bonzo vibing behind his soundboard. Zed took the chance to offer a thumb up to his bro who looked up for a second, he quickly hid his hand when you looked once again at him.

"You’re joking..." Your voice wasn’t audible with all the fuss, and he didn’t noticed your lips slightly moving with intoxicating emotions.

"What ? Told you we choose some of your favorite songs !"

He was doing it on purpose, he had to. His voice started to sing along with the song, both his hands now holding yours to make you dance out of you surprise.

A shaky sigh escaped from your mouth, you weren’t sure your body could follow more of his tricks and energy, nonetheless, you tried to dance a bit more.

‘You and me belong together all the time.’

Soon his energy got to you, and you couldn’t help but sing along as he made you twirl more and swing from left to right. You laughed a few times when his foot got tangled in the weird choreography of other people, making him move a bit less for a few seconds.

His body towered over you, and he leaned closer to sing along with your voice, "This love is all we need !" He seemed so happy, so caught up in what was hapenning. He enjoyed this moment with you, he even went as far as asking Bonzo to add songs you loved to the party. It was the details even you didn’t notice, how on the way here he had looked to see if you weren’t cold, how he had searched for a quiet place so you wouldn’t get overwhelmed. How he remembered and kept the playlist you showed him.

And from those little things, greater gesture from him came to your mind. You weren’t the only one paying attention to all the little things about him, he was paying attention to you too.

Screw your denial, you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t hide nor lie a second more, your body wouldn’t allow it. « Gar gargiza ! »

Zed had stopped moving nearly at the same time as you, his eyes widened with his mouth slightly open in shock. He felt his mouth turning dry, yet, he swallowed what seemed litres of saliva. "What did you say ?" He had to make sure, he had to hear it again.

You bit your lower lip, frustrated and scared, your body slightly shaking. "Gar gargiza you dumbass !"

"You know what that means right ?"

"Oh my god I am going to kill you ! I love you Zed, and I am going crazy about it !"

As soon as the word left your lips, his arms quickly squeezed you in the biggest, neediest hug you had ever received. You squeezed him as hard as you could before he, as quickly, pushed you from him, his hands tightly holding your arms.

"Tell me I can kiss you." You eyes widened at his words, and the seconds you took to respond were enough to burn out his patience. "Please." He begged.

You felt an urge, the same one Zed’s was trying to suppress to give you space and time to think. Your hands reached to his neck, landing on his skin as you stood on you tiptoe in a quick motion. Your lips touched his. It was a rushed move that ended as soon as you tasted him. However, he didn’t want to let you go just yet. His own hands rapidly but gently grabbed the back of your head to stop you from moving too far away from him, and with a last glance at your sparkling eyes, he kissed you. This time longer, sweeter. He wanted to remember the taste of your fragile lips, he wanted to stay connected to you as long as he could. He was tender and soft against you, keeping you close yet never too strongly so you could stop him at any given moment.

He felt his last bit of control being sucked out of him when your lips moved against his. He parted from you, against his will, your eyes almost pulling him again in your touch. He looked all around him, and you wondered what was happening. Your brain had completely pushed the off button and you were barely emerging from your ecstasy when Zed hand tugged you across the room.

"W-Where are we going ?"

It took him only a few seconds to find the exit. "Sorry to drag you out, but I can’t stay in there."

You soon found yourself in a smaller room that still seemed pretty big for both of you. He turned around to face you, his hand pulling you against him as his forehead touched yours. "I love you Y/n, so so much. I don’t know why it even took so long for me to say it."

His words hit you like a truck, he had rushed you out but you now understood why. You too wanted a moment alone with him, to finally know what it feels to be loved by him. What it feels to be loved by you.

"Maybe the fact that I avoided you because I was scared of my own feelings." You breathed heavily because of the run the boy put you through, it was hard to follow mister long legs with your tiny ones.

He laughed at the inside joke you made, remembering how he had bugged you about that exact fact today. "You were ?"

"Didn’t want to lose my best friend." You confessed with teary shining eyes. Even if it wasn’t the case anymore, you could have lost him back there. His hands made their way to your cheeks, smoothing the skin under your eyes to chase any tears that threatened to pour.

"Me too." His voice admitted soon after you. "But look, now you have a lover who happens to be your best friend of all time."

You exhaled an amused breath. "Girlfriend boyfriend huh ?" You wanted to keep on saying those words, and you wanted him to keep on approving what you thought.

Luckily, Zed knew you like the back of his hand and was aware of the things going through your head. "Y/n L/n, my sweet and beautiful girlfriend." He won another shaky smile from you. "Come here gorgeous, I haven’t had enought of your kisses."

With the slightest force, he brought your face to his to smother your lips with a million kisses. It made you laugh against his skin, and he soon pampered kisses all over your face.

"S-Stop ahah !"

"Never."

Your hands grabbed his wrist to show your, non-existent, protest. When he attacked your lips again with quick kisses, your own opened to surprise him with a bigger and even more needy kiss. Your move worked as his face stepped back with a really surprised look.

"What was that ?"

"What was what ? " You played dumb, earning a childish smile from him.

"What was that big kiss just now ? Were you trying to bite me ?" He kissed the corner of your mouth, giggling with you.

You took him in your arms, resting your head on his chest. His breathing appeased your emotions and thoughts, and you sensed the same could be said for him as his head came to rest on yours.

"Can I sleep at you place tonight ?" His demand was quiet.

"You’ll have to ask my mom."

"She loves me, of course it's going to be yes."

You sighed, of course she would say yes to Zed, it was Zed."She spoils you too much... "

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-ˏˋ♥̩͙♥̩̩̥͙♥̩̥̩ ⑅ Calm with you: Keigo Takami x Male reader⑅ ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ˊˎ

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The day was going great, the sun was out, the citizens were out among the city enjoying the brisk weather. And even hawks were having a calm patrol day for once, it seemed like everything was at its finest. That was until the squeal of a herd of fans reached his ears. He didn't hate his fans- no he loved them, loved talking to them, giving them what they want and even toying with the ones who found him fairly attractive. It was always a fun game of cat and mouse for him. 

Hawks stood in the middle of the crowd, his signature playful smile on his face as he signed autographs for the fangirls who were gathered around him. A few fans in particular were fangirling over his appearance, a few even taking covert pictures as they asked him to sign their stuff. As he finished signing the last autograph Hawks looked over towards the crowd, taking note of the girl's faces as they continued to fangirl. The attention from fans wasn't anything new for him, if anything he found it funny. He flashed them another charming smile.

Just then, a few of the more vocal fangirls began asking for his phone number, which wasn’t unusual for Hawks. Normally, he would just politely turn them down and continue signing autographs, but this time something was different.

One of the girls leaned in a bit too close, putting a hand on his arm as she spoke. Others began asking if he was already taken, the questions growing more and more personal with each passing second.

Hawks found himself growing a bit uncomfortable with the situation. He was used to fan girls being a bit forward, but this was just starting to get excessive. Though he tried to keep a cool composure, his wings twitched at his sides, betraying his calm demeanor.

As he began taking candid photos again he suddenly felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He let out a small sigh of relief, now being able to retreat from the situation he had found himself in, before discreetly slipping his phone out of his pocket.

'Angel'. That's the nickname he had set for you in his phone. "One sec, chickies." He flashed the fans one more charming smile before walking a short distance away from the crowd and answering the call.

"Hey, you." he said in a soft, playful voice, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he leaned against a building, holding the phone to his ear.

"Hey babe, i'm heading out to the store, need anything?" His mind suddenly soothed at the sound of your voice, his heart skipping a beat. Hearing your tone was like music to his ears, making his mood instantly lighten.

"Nah, I’m good." He said, unable to keep the smile off his face "When will you be back at your place?"

“Hm, maybe about an hour or two. Whatcha up to?”

He glanced over at the crowd of fangirls who were still watching rather not discreetly. "Just signing a few autographs. Got a little swarmed by a bunch of giggling fan girls." He chuckled lightly, his wings fluffing up a little in irritation.

“Jesus, sounds horrible” You chuckle, humming in thought. “You wanna meet me at home in a couple hours?”

He glanced back at the crowd of fangirls, his irritation getting the better of him. "Yeah, I could definitely use a break. There’s only so much fangirling I can take." He let out a small sigh, running a hand through his messy hair.

“Well then how about this, you pick up some fried chicken while you're out and we can have an indoor date. You seem stressed Kei and i can practically feel your wings puffing from here haha”

He smiled softly, loving that you could always tell when he was irritated. "Alright, alright, I'll get some fried chicken." He agreed,

"And maybe a bottle of wine?"

“Mhm, and a bottle of wine”

He chuckled, his wings puffing up a bit at your response. "You’ve got a deal. I'll pick up some fried chicken and a bottle of wine, then I'll head to yours. See you soon, babe."

You hummed into the phone, reaching the grocery store, “Alright then, bye birdy!”

He smiled at the cute nickname, his wings fluffing up a bit in response. Despite being known as the fastest, most handsome, cocky ‘Number Two hero!’... he couldn't help but have a soft spot for the pet name you had given him.

"Bye, angel." He cooed before hanging up the phone and stuffing it back into his pocket. He took a deep breath, straightening himself up before turning and strutting back over towards the crowd of fangirls, that signature charming smile back on his face.

~

After the crowd died down, he had been able to finish his shift, file his reports and head back to your humble abode. A small bag of fried chicken in his hands as he unlocked the front door. He pushed the door open, a wave of relief washing over him as he stepped inside.

"Babe? I’m home!"

He set the bag of fried chicken on the kitchen table and quickly kicked off his shoes, his wings puffing up with relief as he let out a soft sigh. The peace and quiet of the apartment was a welcome change to the small hassle he had faced that day.

You walk in from the bedroom, blankets in hand for the small dinner date on your living room floor. Noticing hawks, you smile. “Hey, baby”

He looks up at the sound of your voice, a smile instantly spreading across his face. Seeing you like this, with your disheveled hair, comfortable outfit, and calm demeanor, always made his heart skip a beat. He loved these moments they had together in the apartment, away from the noise and drama of the world.

"Hey." He said, his voice softer than usual. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it aside, taking a few steps towards you. His eyes quickly roam over your form before he speaks again, a playful smile on his face.

"You look comfy." He comments, his eyes flicking down to the blankets in your hands "And I see you’re making a blanket nest."

You roll your eyes, leaning in to peck his lips. “Of course you would call it a nest” Moving past him, you settle the blankets on the ground neatly.

He smirks as you peck his lips. Watching you move by him, his eyes wandering over your form again. "Well, what else would it be? It's not a bed, it's not a couch, it's a comfy little bundle of blankets on the floor. Sounds like a nest to me."

As you finished setting down the blankets, he went in, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in for a hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "I missed you." He murmured, his voice low as he nuzzled his face deeper into your neck.

You turn around to face him, hugging him back and resting your face in the dip of his broad shoulder. “Mm i missed you too Kei”

He tightened his grip around you, his wings fluffing up in contentment. He loved the sound of his real name on your lips, it always sent a shiver down his spine. "You have no idea how exhausting it was today." He mumbled, relishing in the feeling of your touch, your scent, and your presence. It was like he was addicted to it.

You pull back, running a hand through his crazy hair and finally getting a good look at his face. The small bags under his eyes served as evidence to his exhausting endeavors. “Wanna talk about it over food?”

He let out a small sigh, enjoying the feeling of your fingers in his hair. After a moment, he reluctantly pulled back and nodded, a weary expression on his face.

"Yeah, I could eat."

You pull away from the embrace, bringing the wine and fried chicken over to your makeshift bedding. Keigo went into your kitchen, finding two wine glasses and heading over to where you had sat. 

His stomach growled at the thought of food, reminding him just how hungry he was after a long day of hero work. He sat down next to you, a small smile playing across his face and his wings fluffed up a bit in anticipation. 

He opened the bottle of wine and poured the glasses, setting the bottle down beside him and handing you one of the glasses. He took a sip of his own wine, the liquid going down smooth.

"You know, I have to say, coming home to you is always the best part of my day." He commented, his wings fluffing up a bit in contentment. Despite the exhaustion from being swarmed by fangirls, and the irritation he felt earlier, being with you made it all better.

You lean on his shoulder, sipping your wine with a hum. “Yeah?”

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer against his side. He rested his head against yours, his smile growing a bit wider at your question.

"Yeah." He confirmed, taking another sip of wine. "There's just something about being with you that makes everything better. It's like you've got this magic power that makes all my stress and irritation disappear."

You snort a laugh and nod, “Same with you birdie, glad to see you back in one piece”

He chuckled at your comment, a smug smile spreading across his lips. He puffed out his wings a bit, his ego slightly inflated at the praise.

"Of course I'm back in one piece. Nothing can bring down this bird." He said arrogantly, chuckling again. He took another sip of his wine, the warmth of the alcohol spreading through his body.

“Really? You sounded pretty stressed on the phone earlier”

His smile faltered at your comment, a weary expression crossing his face. He let out a small sigh, his wings drooping a bit as he remembered how irritated he had been with the fans earlier.

"Yeah, that mob of fangirls earlier was pretty relentless. They just wouldn't leave me alone, asking all these personal questions and trying to get my number and stuff. It was exhausting, to say the least."

You moved the chicken closer to the two of you, taking a piece. “Well, now you're with your doting boyfriend!” 

He chuckled at your words, the irritation fading as he leaned against you. He grabbed a piece of chicken, taking a bite, the greasy food instantly lifting his spirits. "Yeah, I guess that's true." He said, a small cheeky smile on his face as he spoke. "My adorable boyfriend is much better company than a crowd of fangirls.”

He took another bite of fried chicken, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked over at you. "And I don't have to deal with any personal questions of uncomfortable pictures being taken of me when I'm in your company." He added, his voice teasing.

“I can change that” You empty your hands and pull out your phone, shifting closer to face him. You clear your throat, trying to put on your best interviewer voice. “Hawks, hawks!”

He raised an eyebrow, letting out an exaggerated gasp as you did so. "Oh no, not the media!" He said in a dramatic voice, trying(and failing) to hide the grin that was pulling at his lips.

“Haha, Hawks Hawks! Which grocery store do you shop at!?” You snap a few photos of him, flash on and all.

He feigned surprise at your question, playing along with your little game. He struck a pose and placed a hand on his chest, acting as overdramatic as possible.

"What, you want to know my shopping habits? Alright, I'll spill the beans. I shop at the fancy, celebrity grocery store, where all the other heroes go." He said with a wink, posing for another picture.

“Wowwwww, do you have any cool vacation spots!?”

He thought for a moment, pretending to take your question seriously as he stroked his chin thoughtfully.

"Oh, you know, just the usual. Exotic beaches, luxury hotels, and exclusive hero resorts." He said, acting like an experienced traveler as he winked at the camera again. He seemed to be enjoying this little game way too much.

“Oh wowww~” You coo mockingly. “Any partner, a girlfriend perhaps?” You cover your mouth, chuckling behind the back of your hand.

He feigned surprise at the question, acting as if it was the first time he had ever been asked about his personal life. He placed a hand over his heart and looked at you with a dramatic expression.

"Me? A partner? Oh no, I'm much too busy for that kind of thing. Being a hero is a full-time job, you know.” He said, dramatically throwing a hand in the air as if to say, “what can you do”. He was enjoying this little act, and it showed.

You raise your brows, lowering the phone a bit. “Wow Mr. Pro, you're such a mysterious hunk” The sarcasm was practically dripping from your tone as you feigned awe.

He chuckled, loving the way you were playing along. He leaned back a bit on his hands, a cocky smirk on his face and his wings puffing out a bit.

"Oh, you bet I'm a mystery. A total enigma. A complete and total hunk. Girls all over the city are dying to get a piece of this." He said, gesturing to himself with a cocky wave of his hand. 

He laughed at his own words, leaning forward and resting his chin on his hand as he looked at you with a smug expression.

"But you don't have to worry, babe. My heart's already tied up with a pretty little bird." He said, flashing you a smirk and a wink. 

You finally ended your charade, setting the phone next to the both of you and ruffling his dirty blonde locs. “Ya big goof” 

He lets out a dramatic whine at you ruffling his hair, pouting like a puppy as he bats your hand away. "Hey! Don't mess up the meticulously coiffed hair of Japan's number two hero!" He teased, his wings puffing out in mock offense.

You hum, glancing at him as you sit along his legs. “Apologies, oh great hero!”

He chuckled, his wings fluttering as you moved into his lap. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer against him.

"Ah, I suppose I can let it slide. After all, my absolutely gorgeous boyfriend is the one who did it. I guess he gets a pass." He said, a small smirk on his face as he looked down at you, his arms holding you tight against him.

You feel your face heat up a bit at the closeness, smiling as you lean in to kiss his soft lips. He grins back at you, leaning in to meet you halfway, bringing one hand up to cup your cheek as he kissed you deeply. He hums against your lips, savoring the feel of you in his arms and the taste of your mouth on his. You sensed his wings wrapping around you like a protective cocoon, blocking out the dim light of your home.

He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours and gazing into your eyes. He gently runs his thumb over your cheek, a soft, affectionate expression on his face

"You know, doing this little interview might have been the best idea you've ever had." He said, his voice soft and affectionate.

You shrug and lean into him as well, head resting upon his chest. “Couldn't have done it without my model”

He huffs a soft laugh, his warm breath tickling your neck slightly. He moves one arm underneath you, holding you closer against him as he plants soft, feather-like kisses on your neck

"Ah, now you're buttering me up. I swear, you just love to stroke my already-inflated ego, don't you?" He teased, though the smirk on his face was loving and affectionate.

You roll your eyes and lean back to meet his eyes. “Never mind, you're a horrible model” 

He gasped dramatically, feigning offence at your words. "Hey! I'll have you know, I'm an excellent model. How else do you think I got so many fangirls and so many magazine covers?" He said, his wings fluffing up in mock-annoyance. Though his voice was still light-hearted and teasing.

“Yeah yeah” You pull off of his lap, leaning next to him once more and passing him the box of chicken. “Don't let it get cold now” You kiss his cheek before picking up your glass once more.

He grumbled a bit as you got off his lap, but the moment you passed him the chicken, his attention shifted back to the food. He grabbed a piece and immediately started eating, all thoughts of his 'mock-offense' melting away as he focused on his food

"Yeah you know what, who needs photo shoots and magazine covers when I've got fried chicken?" He joked, stuffing a piece into his mouth and looking at you with a full mouth.

“ ‘nd ma bootiful boyfriend” He mumbled, mouth full and words jumbled as he leaned into you humbly.

[gh0st-t0wn3]

Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 6 (Azure Lion, Peng, Yellowtusk)

(I originally made my own design of Azure and Yellowtusk but wasn't quite happy with how they turned out so I scrapped them, the designs for those two I used in these edits were made by @/erraday_ on twt, with a few minor changes, but Peng's design is my own :) )

- He/Him

- Pansexual

- Snores so loud, it's insane, Yellowtusk once thought there was an earthquake

- Feels bad whenever he's steps on a ladybug, butterfly etc

- Gives everyone and everything giant bear hugs because he thinks if Yellowtusk can take it, so can everyone else (They cannot)

- Mei once gave him catnip as a joke and he went fucking feral, he's not allowed near catnip anymore

- His hair/fur is actually very soft and curly

- Thought he saw an old friend while out in public and hugged them, it was a stranger

- Wakes up Yellowtusk in the middle of the night to ask stupid questions

- The Brotherhood asked to hear his roar but he got really nervous last second and it ended up being really meek, they never let him forget it

- Coughed up a hairball once and Peng refuses to let him live it down

- Has eaten cat food before and would do it again

- Cannot do the splits and is too scared to try

- Gets really confused by modern slang, MK and Mei abuse the hell out of it because it's funny

- Whenever he's rough housing with people he accidentally hits a bit too hard

- Whenever he walks past anyone playing a game that involves a ball (football, basketball, netball, etc) he somehow always ends up getting hit in the head with it

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he wouldn't know what the fuck to do and would be really awkward cause he doesn't know how to interact with children, he'd be able to bond with Redson better when he becomes a teenager though

- No one gossips with him because he always ends up unintentionally outing someone about something

- Ate moldy food once by accident and freaked out, he was absolutely disgusted

- Hates horror movies but loves slashers

- Drinks mouthwash

- Smells like catnip (trust me guys)

- Love language is words of affirmation

- Has horrible bed head, his mane gets tangled really easily and he tosses around a lot at night so his mane takes hours to brush out

- Absolutely refuses to wear shoes, they hurt his feet (paws?)

- The type of person to cry over a movie about a dog getting lost and then finding its owner at the end

- Can somehow eat an entire goddamn buffet and not gain a single pound

- His face always scrunches up when he smiles

- Lost his balance on a hill and fell down like a tumbleweed once, Peng still brings it up

- They/He (Canon, Peng uses They/Them in the show but is exclusively referred to w/ He/Him in the sets)

- Nonbinary (Canon)

- Starts squaking when he laughs too much

- If you throw a blanket over their head he'll immediately fall asleep

- "look behind you but don't make it obvious" Looks behind him in the most exaggerated, obvious way known to mankind

- Stole food from Wukong's private stash for several months when the Brotherhood was all still together, Wukong still doesn't know

- Wukong gave them cooked chicken once as a joke but he actually liked it

- Constantly argues with Wukong about Macaque not being able to hold his own, yes it got physical

- Their wings have a bunch of scars from the amount of weapons and shit they block with them. Has to consistently clean their wings in order to keep them from getting too damaged, yes this includes softening and preening his feathers

- If they weren't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid they would tape him to the wall like that one meme and call it a day

- Bit off a person's finger once just to see if they could

- Doesn't shop, just steals

- "I hate you so fucking much" as he's handing the person a gift

-  Tried to draw on Wukong's face once but got wacked with his tail

- Absolutely HATES beetroot, will actually gag if he smells it

- Kicks over kids sand castles at the beach

- Can't stand small buzzing sounds

- "I'm not that competitive" is that competitive

- Claims you can trust them with anything but will snitch the second they know it will benefit them

- Probably threatened to eat someone's baby once

- Goes to playgrounds to trip kids

- Smells like Lavender, it just feels right

- Love language is words of affirmation and acts of service

- Has tried sleeping upside down like a bat multiple times

- Hardcore wine aunt vibes

- Had a bunch of ducklings accidently imprinted to him and they followed Peng for hours

- You'd have to pin this bird down to get them to eat collyflower

- Jokingly pushed Azure off a cliff once then remembered they're the only member of the Camel Ridge Trio that can fly

- They have full on concerts at like 3 am, has woken up Azure on multiple occasions

- He/Him

- AroAce

- Is the calmest one in the Brotherhood

- He uses Peng's head as an armrest sometimes

- He and DBK were actually quite close, he knew and accepted that DBK was in love with a celestial but was very surprised to see they ended up having a child

- Very poor eyesight but doesn't like wearing his glasses because Peng made a joke about them once saying he looked like a grandma

- Uses ":3" and ":D"

- Loves soap opera's

- Hates seafood

- Peng once tricked him into eating fish nuggets once and he still hasn't fully forgiven them

- If he wasn't sealed away and got a chance to babysit Redson as a kid he would definitely be the most responsible one, and probably Redson's favourite uncle

- Eats a snack then forgets he ate it and will bet frustrated when he can't find it

- The therapist of the Camel Ridge Trio, and probably of the whole Brotherhood in the past as well

- Was the only one who felt bad about imprisoning the Demon Bull Family since he and DBK were very close

- He also reprimanded Peng for when they pinned and scratched Redson with their claws after they left the Demon Bull Palace (he's the protective uncle, trust me guys)

- Hates getting hiccups, he despises the feeling and it gives him heartburn

- Wakes up at ungodly hours just to raid the fridge

- Heard a story about a bug crawling in someone's ear while they slept and has worn earplugs to bed ever since

- Loves apples

- Smells like Lilies

- Love language is gift giving

- Is really big on safety, would be the type of person to make sure everyone is wearing their seat belts before the car is even turned on

- Actually really good at cooking

- Makes the best chocolate chip pancakes ever

- Is the kind of person who assumes everyone tells eachother everything and accidently exposes someone because he thought everyone else knew about it already

- Always hears things wrong but doesn't wanna ask anyone to repeat themselves

- Has the most elegant ass handwriting you will ever see, somehow

- The peacemaker of the Brotherhood,  they all would've disbanded way sooner if it wasn't for him

- Uses his trunk as a snorkle when swimming or sleeping underwater (elephants actually do this irl, I just thought it was cute)

[dyinglikenarcissus]

Staying Home

Steve’s best girl has been sick before but not like this. He’s determined to be the best stay at home doctor boyfriend he can be.

Thank you so much @longingstormysoul for the inspiration. It’s not exactly what you requested but I had the flu and I kind of weaved this story into that.

Warnings: None really. Just fluff and stuff but this blog it still 18+. No funny business

Plagiarism isn’t cute. Don’t do it.

Like, comments, and reblogs are all appreciated 😊

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You wake up feeling a slight chill run through your body. You snuggle closer to you personal heater and pull the sheets up to your nose. You swallow and know that the flu season has finally gotten to you. You try to take a breath and find your nose hopelessly stuffed. You attempt it again and are thrown into a coughing fit.

“You okay, princess?” You hear Steve’s sleepy voice mutter from behind you, rubbing a hand down your side.

You sit up and take a sip of your water bottle you kept by the bed. You attempt to sooth your burning throat but it doesn’t help as it brings on another coughing fit.

“Hey. What’s wrong?” Steve asks again sitting up to rub your back.

“I think I’m coming down with something,” you wheeze, trying not to talk too loudly.

“Oh, princess. Come here,” Steve coos and presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re warmer than normal,” he muses.

“But I feel so cold,” you whisper, pulling the blankets to your chest.

“Yup. Definitely a fever. Do you have any cold medicine?” You nod and attempt to get out of bed. “I’ll get it,” Steve assures you and presses you back down.

“It’s in that cabinet,” you sniffle and cough before continuing, “in the corner by the sink.

The upper one.”

“Got it. You sit tight and bundle up,” orders.

You’ve never been one to follow orders.

You slide out of bed to use the restroom and brush your teeth.

Steve steps into the bathroom and appears in the mirrors reflection after you spit out your toothpaste.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay in bed?” There’s a playful smirk on his face as he watches you through the mirror.

“I’m not the soldier in this relationship,” you whisper. You think the vibrations from your toothbrush loosened the congestion in your nose but your throat was still on fire.

“When you finish up, I made you some hot tea then I’ll take your breakfast order.”

“You’re gonna cook?” You chuckle and rub some face wash against your skin. Your boyfriend is good at almost everything. Cooking is not one of those things.

He grins at your words. “Panera’s a block away. Whatever soup you want. Sandwich. They have flat breads now. Apple for breakfast, chips for lunch, baguette for dinner.” You can’t help but giggle at his notion but you’ve gone days only eating at Panera before. Sadly.

A day of Panera sounded amazing.

“And I made you a virtual doctors appointment. They’ll call in an hour. Just wanna make sure I don’t have to go on a murderous rampage to find a cure for the love of my life.” You giggle and it turns into another coughing fit.

“You’d go on a murderous rampage for me?” You smile once you regain your voice.

“Well…Bucky and Loki would. I’d go along to keep them in line.”

You smile at his words. “Thor can’t even keep Loki in line. What makes your think you can?”

“Hey! Who kicked Hitler’s ass across the continental US?” You shake your head and try not to laugh to hold back the coughs. “You done making yourself look beautiful? Get back in bed, princess.”

“Beautiful?” You huff, looking yourself over. You felt anything but beautiful but you’d take it.

You slink back into the bed with Steve on your heels. He tucks you in before sitting on the edge of the bed to take you meal order. It may be breakfast time but some chicken noodle soup sounded amazing. Stevie did say to order for the day…

You giggle at the array of items in your cart by the time you pass Steve’s phone back to him.

“Soup, salad, a whole baguette, a kitchen sink cookie? What is that?”

“It’s got everything but the kitchen sink,” you smile. They normally sell out at lunch so you’re staking your claim early. “What are you getting?”

“Breakfast sandwich, turkey sandwich, ham sandwich,” Steve recounts. “And I’m getting one of these cookies, too.” You smile and Steve presses a kiss to your forehead. “Take some meds, princess. And get some sleep. I’ll be back before you know it.” You nod and obey his direction as he walks out of the bedroom and the apartment. You sip you tea and scroll through your phone for a minute before the NyQuil kicks in and knocks you out.

You wake up to Steve hot body wrapped around you as he dozes, spooning you comfortably on the couch. At least it would’ve been comfortable. You would’ve normally loved it.

You felt completely stifled.

“Stevie, too hot,” you whine and attempt to press away from him.

He groans and stretches before muttering a soft “What’s wrong?”

“You’re too hot,” you whimper trying to struggle out of the throw blanket.

“Calm down. I’ll help you.” He untangles you and tosses the blanket to the chairs. “Better?”

You hum positively.

He sighs and you hear music playing from the TV. “We fell asleep?” You ask as you crack your eyes open to see the credits playing from the movie you were watching.

“You’ve seen Avatar enough times to know all the lines. We didn’t miss much.” You hear the smile in Steve’s voice as he rubs your stomach softly.

You giggle and sing along to I See You with your croaky sick voice. Steve laughs and rolls on to his back. Well, as much as he can on the crowded couch.

“How you feeling, princess?”

You yawn and nod. “A little better. I’m enjoying just being home with you. Sucks I have to be sick.”

“I’m enjoying the vacation,” Steve yawns. “What are we watching next?” He goes back to the Disney+ menu to scroll through your recommendations.

“The Orville! Or Miraculous Ladybug! Are there new Miraculous episodes?”

Steve chuckles. “Let’s check. Shit, looks like they uploaded the rest of season 5.”

“Run it, Cap!” You grin.

“Popcorn?”

You nod and get up to go to the kitchen.

“Take some cough medicine while you’re up,” Steve instructs.

You sigh and but follow his orders. You were getting better under Dr. Rogers supervision so you couldn’t knock him. You just had a bad cough and a migraine that wouldn’t go away no matter what medication you took. But all your other symptoms cleared up in a couple of days.

He had to be doing something right.

You toss a bag of popcorn in the microwave and look through the pile of pills for your cough meds.

You grab two bottles of water and deposit them on the coffee table when there’s a knock at the door.

“Who’s that?” Steve mutters narrowing his eyes.

“Maybe Amazon?” You shrug. You start to walk over to get it but Steve easily over takes you.

Doesn’t stop you from peaking around him to see who it is.

It’s just Bucky.

“What are you doing here?” Steve greets.

Of course he’d be the only one brave enough to come visit when you’re this sick. Super soldier immune systems are no joke.

“Just came to check on you two,” Bucky grins as Steve lets him in.

“Hey, Buck,” you smile. He pulls you into a hug and presses a kiss to your forehead. It was his standard greeting for you. It always felt so warm and comfortable.

“Sorry for the mess,” you whisper.

“You’re sick, doll. Don’t apologize,” he sighs and follows Steve to the living room.

“How’s it going? Getting any better?”

“From when I first got sick, way better,” you smile.

“She still has a bad cough and gets random fevers,” Steve sighs, pulling you into his lap after you bring back a bowl of popcorn. “But one day at a time.” You nod and snuggle into his embrace.

“You two will never stop being disgusting,” Bucky sighs watching you as he falls into the arm chair. “As much as I love you, I didn’t come by just to check on you, doll face. Stevie. Wanna go to Istanbul?”

“No,” Steve states firmly.

“Nat’s in Brazil and Sam’s in California. I don’t have back up.”

“You can’t throw a stick without hitting a super powered being. Go find one of them.”

“Steve, are you seriously saying no?”

“Yes.” Steve states resolutely. “My best girl is sick. I’m not leaving her like this.”

“Stevie, I’m feeling much better. You don’t have to stay behind because of me-“

“No, princess. Buck. I’m retired. Which means I don’t have to work if I don’t want to. I love you, you know I do, but I don’t want to go. I want to stay right here and take care of my princess. Any other time, I’d suit up but right now, she needs me.”

Bucky looks between you and Steve. “Okay,” Bucky says simply.

“Okay?” Steve asks, leaning back on the couch and pulling you along like a security blanket. Bucky would say whatever he wants to Steve but he watches his language around you.

“Yeah, I get it. I’ll ask Okoye or track down that Moon Knight fellow. He hangs out in the Middle East sometimes.”

“You have so many options,” Steve smiles. “I have to draw a line somewhere.”

“Or we’ll just keep dragging you out and it’ll be like you never stopped,” Bucky sighs, leaning back in the recliner.

“When are you leaving?”

“Couple of days.”

“Then you can watch a couple of episodes with us. Want some popcorn?” Steve pushes the bowl closer to his best friend.

Bucky stayed for a few hours, took a nap, ate dinner, then said goodnight.

You turned on Steve the second the door closed. “You don’t have to stay behind because of me.”

“I’m not doing it because of you. I’m doing it because I love you and I don’t want to leave you alone while you’re sick. I’m going to marry you one day and that’s part of the vows, isn’t it?” He smirks and you’re sure your fever came back because you suddenly feels faint.

The two of you didn’t talk about marriage often but when you did, you alway felt flushed and flustered.

“Come on, my little princess. Let’s get to bed early. You’ve had an eventful day.” He scoops you up by the backs of your thighs and carries you to the bathroom to wash up for bed. You both brush your teeth and shower together, just like you’ve done all week.

And you end it all curled up in Steve’s strong arms. You’re quickly getting used to this.

“I like having you home,” you sigh as he holds you against him.

“I like being home. I could really get used to this.”

“This is what retirement actually looks like, baby,” you smile.

“I think I might actually do it one day.” You hear the smile in Steve’s voice making you giggle.

“I know better. The second I start feeling better, you’ll be back out there on them streets.”

“You aren’t feeling better, are you?” Steve questions and presses you down on your back to get a better look at you. You let out a fake cough. “That’s what thought.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips and you can’t help your smile.

“One more?”

“Spoiled little princess.” But he happily obliges.

“I’m your spoiled little princess,” you remind him.

“I guess I have to keep taking care of you.”

You nod in agreement. “And keep giving me cuddles and kisses?”

“And keep giving you all the cuddles and kisses you could ever need.” He presses another kiss to your lips and pulls you back into his embrace.

You lie in his arms for a moment. “Stevie, I really am feeling much better,” you insist.

He hums softly but ignores you otherwise.

“It’s true. I barely have a cough anymore…”

“I don’t care what you have to say, I’m not leaving.” You giggle softly and snuggle into his arms.

For the first time in your almost two year relationship, he said no to saving the world. For you. You can’t keep the smile off of your face as you fall asleep in the only place you want to be: in Steve’s arms.

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[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

Okay, I finally watched the DanDaDan anime (manga reader here). My initial thoughts:

1) I’m weirdly annoyed that the anime changed “all out” to “full throttle”.

2) I’m not used to Aira’s cutesy, high-pitched voice. In my head, she sounded more like an airheaded popular girl, like Glinda from Wicked. Not gonna lie, I don’t really like it. I will say though that I liked the moment where we hear Aira’s “real voice”.

3) They nailed my dawg Jiji. But I guess there was only one way to do the character anyways (annoying himbo). EDIT: Okay, one complaint! The animators kinda chickened out in making him look derpy. He’s way more handsome in the anime, while in the manga, there’s straight up panels where it looks like something is wrong with him lol.

4) It goes without saying that they nailed Momo and Okarun.

5) I think my overall problem with the adaptation is that it’s missing some of the personality from the manga. Admittedly, this is probably me being biased since I read the manga and I’m not really into animation in general. But from my perspective, some of the humor and wit is lost in seeing the scenes actually be animated. It’s hard to describe, but when I’m watching the show, the scenes just don’t come off as funny or as impactful as the manga. It’s the same feeling I got from the Spy x Family anime, there was just something lost in the change in mediums. Sorry y’all, that’s just my perspective.

6) That being said, while I prefer the manga overall, the Acro Silky backstory was done better in the show.

7) The cliffhanger was basically the studio telling you to read the manga lol (which you should!)

[starrywyatt]

chapter 7: what if i choke and die? 

☆ never saw it comin'- a george clarkey story ☆

! THIS STORY READS BEST IN DARK MODE !

intro

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

───────── ౨ৎ ──────── tw: drinking and mentions of throwing up

george's pov:

i was sat in the living room, scrolling tiktok and suddenly madison is calling. "hello" i answer. "hey, um abi's not answering her phone but i'm outside" she laughs nervously. why did i feel nervous to see her? i mean what's actually changed? "oh okay, i'll come down now" i say and i begin to make my way downstairs. and there she is, stood at the entrance with a bag. "hello stranger" i greet her, slightly making her jump as she was facing the other way. "oh hey" she laughs and we both reach out for a hug.

"how was new york?" i ask, as i grab her bag and we head upstairs. "tiring, fun but tiring. plus i can't believe i'm saying this but i missed london" she laughs softly and a messed up side of me is kind of glad she felt that way. "well, they do say distance makes the heart grow fonder" i say, referring to the city but honestly also referring to her. "it certainly does" she smiles nervously. "have you seen abi today? she's been quite distant" she says, looking down and her tone showing emotion. "umm not really, i wouldn't take it too personally. her and chris are glued at the hip but the honeymoon period is bound to end soon" i shrug, trying to reassure her.

madison's pov:

we walk up to the boy's apartment and i don't know why but being around george was making me nervous, i mean what really has changed since the last time i saw him? as he opened the door, abi, chris and arthur were stood waiting and a bunting that read 'welcome home' was hanging across the kitchen cupboards. "omg guys!" i run over to hug abi and then arthur and then chris. "we missed you so so much! well i did" abi laughs and i hug her again and i'm so glad things are okay between us because her distance has been sad.

we sit on the sofa and i dissect my new york trip and everyone is keen to hear all the details. we soon realise it's getting closer to the evening and none of us have eaten or got drinks to pre with. "shall we go to tesco?" i ask. "i need to jump on a zoom call, but you guys go. i'll just have whatever is going but with pepsi please" arthur says and goes to his room so me, george, abi and chris head to tesco. we were being rather unproductive just scaling the aisles so i say "i can make some pasta or something for everyone?" george looks at me and i can tell somethings on his mind. "cwazy idea, we do a cook off and i film it for youtube?" he says. "omg you guys should definitely do that" chris says and abi agrees. "fine, challenge is on. i'll definitely win" i smirk. "it's on baby!" george says in a funny voice. we gather our ingredients and also some vodka and mixers, of course including pepsi for arthur.

we make it back to the flat and george sets up his camera and lighting, insisting i wear a clip on microphone. "hello guys! welcome back to my channel, today we have a very special guest in the name of madison scott! you've probably never heard of her but that's okay i haven't either. she's paying me" he shrugs. "very rude, you should be paying me for all the views you're about to get" i say. "moving on" george laughs. "we are actually going out drinking tonight, so the whole flat needs something edible to line their stomachs so i'm taking one for the team because we all know women are shit cooks, right guys?" george laughs and high fives himself. "years ago, women's only job was to be in the kitchen so we'll see" i shrug and we begin.

i decide to cook creamy chicken pasta, as it was a speciality of mine. me and george hadn't seen each other's ingredients yet, but i notice him pulling a steak out of his bag. "no way you're doing steak! what a tory" i joke. "sorry i don't have the palette of a toddler" "wow, that's not true you'll be crying like one when everyone wants to eat my food"

we continue cooking and george thinks it's funny to turn my hob off to try sabotage me but thankfully i notice. "cheat" i nudge him.

we're both done and we call in abi, chris and arthur to be the judges. "okay, on presentation george might win" chris says. "well it's easier to display steak and vegetables than it is pasta" i point out. "that is true, but most important thing is taste" chris says, taking a bite out of mine first and arthur cuts into george's steak. "mate! did you even cook that, it's like raw" arthur says, screwing up his face. "this is, delicious. lots of flavour and the sauce is thick. literally perfect" chris says as he eats mine and i just smirk at george. "well this is going well" george sighs. abigail tries both and also agrees george's steak is not cooked enough. "can i just say george, you shot yourself in the foot doing a dish which everyone likes cooked differently" i say and i can tell he's regretting his choice. "okay, well looks like madison is the winner which is bullshit considering it's my video. luckily she's made enough to feed everyone because i'm feeding no one" george shrugs sadly. "it's the taking part that counts" i tap george's back sympathetically.

we end the video and we all sit down to eat. "let me try this shitty pasta" george says, taking a forkful. "for fuck sake, i can't even be mad because it's so good" he sighs.

it was now time to start getting ready, me and abi decided to take over chris' room as he said we could. i bought my outfit with me and borrowed some of abi's makeup. i was curling my hair and me and abi were singing along to our usual joint playlist. "so i'm guessing you and chris have kissed?" i raise my eyebrow. "maybeeee" she says and hides her face. "we haven't done anything else though! we're going kinda slow but i like it, it just feels nice" she smiles. "aww that's actually really sweet. but gross, i'm too single for that" i say. "okay, but george! you definitely like him" she grills me. "i don't know. he's nice but i just can't figure out my feelings plus i don't think he sees me like that. i see him liking girl's instagram posts all the time and they look nothing like me" i shrug, curling my ends. "okay, that last sentence just confirmed everything i need to know. the fact you know who's instagram posts he's been liking tells me you like him" "well they just appear on my feed!" abi turns to look at me and i stay silent, i have no defence for it to be honest.

"hello ladies, the others are arriving in like 10 minutes for pres" chris pops his head in the door and we finish up getting ready and head back into the kitchen. george had been put in charge of music and i knew he was feeling nervous about it, so i was prepared to roast him for his taste. i walk into the kitchen and grab a cup, of course george was stood right next to the cups, on his phone but he looks up. "you look nice" he smiles and it catches me off guard so i take a second to reply. "oh thanks" i nervously smile. why does he have this effect on me? i now have to pour lemonade into my cup but my hands were shaking slightly from his words.

arthur tv, max and andrew soon arrive. "madi!" andrew runs straight over to hug me. "andrew! i missed you so much" "we're so proud of you, new york is fucking crazy!" he says referring to him and max, i turn to max and hug him also. we briefly catchup and then carry on drinking. i turn back to the kitchen and see george stood by himself, so i walk over. "how are you, mr dj?" i nudge his side and i can tell something's on his mind.

george's pov:

truth is, erin keeps texting me and i know she's going to be there this evening with her friends and i haven't exactly told her i'm not interested so i don't know how to play it. i can't tell madi about it because i don't want to put her off, thinking i'm not interested in her on the odd chance she's interested in me, but then if she isn't interested it's a good way to make her think i'm also uninterested.

"how are you, mr dj?" she says, nudging my side. "not drunk enough" i laugh. "do you want some of this?" she reaches out her cup. "what is it?" i ask and she tells me it's a vodka lemonade and i down the cup and i look up and she's staring right at me. "yep, didn't want my drink anyways" she laughs. "i'll pour you a new one" i say and do just that.

soon enough, it's time to leave and we all bundle into ubers. i go with the boys and abi and madi go with max and andrew. they arrive a bit before us, so we say we'll meet them in there.

as i walk into the bar, i notice erin immediately. for god sake. she comes straight over, hugging me. "hey, i missed you" she says and i don't want to be rude so i hug her back but don't say anything. i look around and arthur raises his eyebrows and laughs but i can see abi giving me a funny look and i realise this is a bad idea. i turn back to face erin and i can hear madi's voice behind me talking to abi. "just don't look. it's fine, he's just saying hi" i can hear abi say and i begin to wonder is she talking about me? surely not.

i make small talk with erin and her friends but try to move away, "i'm gonna go find arthur but i'll see you soon" i say and as i turn around i hear her and her friends squeal with excitement and i feel so bad. i go back and find both arthurs, chris and abi. i look to the right and see max, andrew and madison on the dancefloor, having the time of their lives but i can see some aggression in the words madi is singing and i can't help but think of what abigail was saying.

i decide to order some shots, so i go over to max, andrew and madison. "gonna get some shots, do you guys want some?" i ask, max and andrew agree but madison just follows behind them and says no. we head to the bar and madison turns to abi and says she's going toilet and i can see abi looks concerned but lets her go. we do our shots and i turn to abi, "is she okay?" i ask, slightly concerned. "umm i think so" she shrugs before walking off to go see her.

madison's pov:

okay, truth is i was already very drunk so all my emotions were heightened. but watching george with erin made my stomach turn because we couldn't be more different if we tried and it makes me feel like shit, especially whilst i'm trying to come to terms with my feelings. "i'm just so confused! and this isn't helping!" i almost shout to abigail. "i know, i understand. but i really do think he likes you, i think erin is just trying to get with him but he doesn't seem interested honestly" she tries to reason with me and i take some deep breathes before going back out to the bar. george, arthur tv and chris have been put on karaoke and my ears literally hurt. we walk over to arthur hill filming them and laugh at them. "oh dear, don't quit the day job guys" i say, before ordering a water. george notices and asks me if i'm okay. i fight every urge of anger in me and instead be polite, "yeah, just peaked too soon" i slur. "do you want to get some fresh air?" he asks and i nod and follow his path outside, almost falling over a couple times.

we take a seat on a bench and i turn to him, "how's erin?" i turn to him bluntly and i can't even believe i said it, i clear my throat and hope he didn't hear. "umm yeah, she's good. i think. i didn't really ask actually" he says, trying not to make eye contact. "i'm not really interested in her, but she just keeps appearing" he says and the 100kg weight is lifted off my chest. "oh really? how come you're not interested? i mean she's really pretty" i shrug, the alcohol slowly wearing off and my speech becoming more coherent. "i don't know honestly, just something doesn't feel right and i think i'd be better suited to someone else" he shrugs and i smirk to myself. "oh really" i say sarcastically, confidence appearing out of nowhere. "hmm maybe" he smirks, looking at me. "i think you owe me a shot" i say standing up, holding my hand out for him to take. "but you were just trying to sober up" he laughs. "yeah but it's not even 1am yet. one more drink won't hurt" i laugh and he holds me hand and follows me in. i notice erin across the room and all my girl's girl qualities go out the window and i stand as close to george as i can and laugh extra loudly at his snarky comments. why was i doing this? i suddenly realised what i was doing and took a step back, smiling at her but she looked sad. "umm erin just saw me with you, might wanna go say something. not that we're anything but-" i began to stumble over my words. "it's fine, i've been meaning to all night. i should say something" george says and i down my shot and head back over to the others.

'shake it off' by taylor swift plays and me, max, abi and andrew lose our minds. both arthurs and chris also joining us and soon we're all singing along to the song and dancing together and i just feel so happy. like my life was finally on track and i had the best friends ever. we all kept singing to the next few songs and george finally appears again. i see arthur hill nudge his side and they whisper amongst themselves but i try not to pay attention.

about an hour later, i am now somehow 6 shots deeper and it's all max's fault. chris and abi left as abi wasn't feeling well before we came out anyways and wanted to go to bed and george and arthur h promised they'd get me back safely. i was now back to slurring on my words and losing all balance. "i think we should get you home" george turns to me. "no, i wanna dance!" i protest, turning to andrew and max but they also look tired, so i lose this battle and we all head home.

george's pov:

we're stood outside, waiting to book ubers and andrew turns to madison. "do you want to go home or back to george and arthur's with abi?" he asks. "ohhhh, i miss abi" she frowns like she's about to cry. "you'll see her in a few hours" i reassure her. "i think she should sleep on your sofa or something. i'd be a bit worried for her to be left unaccompanied. i'd take her back to ours but the building work's still going on" andrew says laughing. "yeah, it's fine, we'll look after her" i say, "come on, you crazy girl" i say slightly tugging her arm to follow us to our uber, silently praying she doesn't throw up inside it.

arthur gets in the front and me and madison get in the back, i help her buckle in as she was too busy talking about the clouds or something like that. "madi, we can do this all the time when we're on tour" arthur calls from the front, still also slightly drunk. "yayy! i can't wait" she cheers, throwing her arms in the air like a child. "not sure that's the best idea" i laugh. "oh shush george" she says and arthur agrees, both laughing. thankfully, madi begins to doze off so the rest of the journey is quiet.

we make it back to the flat and me and arthur (mostly me) help madison up the stairs to make sure she doesn't trip. "mate, i feel like i'm gonna throw up. can you sort the sofa bed out by yourself?" arthur says, making sure i was okay dealing with madison and i let him go toilet and bed.

"omg, we're in your living room" madi says, still completely out of it. "no way, crazy isn't it" i say, slightly laughing. "i feel a bit scared" she says and i'm confused. "why?" i ask. "i don't really know what's going on. my mind is a bit like this" she says and does some weird hand movements. "that's okay, just sit there. i'm just sorting pillows out on the sofa for me to sleep" i explain. "but you have a bed" she shrugs. "yeah, and you're sleeping in it" i tell her. "no, that's okay" she slurs and i laugh, "well where are you gonna sleep then?" i ask, pretty much fully sober now and finding her state slightly amusing. "i don't know!" she sighs, looking at the floor. "don't worry, i'll give you some water and help you go to bed in a second" i say, finishing off my makeshift bed with a blanket.

we walk into my bedroom and find madi's bag outside chris' bedroom door. there's some clothes inside which i assume are pyjamas. "do you want to get your pyjamas out your bag?" i say, not wanting to invade her privacy. i hand her the bag and she's squinting to try find the clothes. "these aren't mine!" she giggles like it's the funniest thing ever. "well who's are they?" i ask, laughing at her laughter. "abigail's! that's so silly" she laughs again and i'm also laughing but at her not with her. "okay, well she obviously gave them to you to wear tonight so i'll go outside and you can put them on" i say and she just nods and starts taking her shoes off, almost falling over. "sit down as you do it" i say, almost laughing.

i stood outside my bedroom door before i hear "georgeeee" and i assume she's done, i peer round the door just in case but thankfully she's fully clothed. "okay, drink some of this water and take this paracetamol and then go to sleep" i say, handing them over to her. "what if? what if-" she stutters over her words, trying hard to get them out. "huh?" i ask, sitting down next to her as she looks scared. "i'm sick in my sleep and i choke and die" she says, like she's about to cry and i'm slightly taken aback by her jump to extreme. "i think you'll be okay" i say calmly. "but what if i'm not and i'm alone" she says, still scared im not sure what of but the alcohol must still be plaguing her. "well i can give you a sick bowl and i'll leave the door open so i'll hear you if you do" i explain, trying to reassure her. "george" she says, staring at me and not finishing the sentence. "please sleep in your bed. i'm scared" she says and i can gather what she's suggesting and i don't know what the right thing to do is. i want to respect her and give her personal space but i'm obviously not going to try anything and she's innocently asking out of drunken fear and at this point i do just want to sleep... but what if she wakes up and thinks i'm a weirdo? is she in the correct head space to make a decision? for fuck sake. "okay, fine. i'll go grab my pillows from the living room" i say and she smiles and climbs into my bed.

i return with the blanket and pillows, "oi, that's my side missus" i say and she just giggles. "my side now!" and i just roll my eyes playfully, not in the mood to argue it. i get into bed, trying to keep as much distance as possible as i watch madi chug the water i gave her, before resting her head on the pillow. she turns to face me, moving slightly closer. "your eyes are really bright" she says, staring at me "thank you?" i laugh. "i'm still really drunk" she giggles like a child. "no way?" i laugh sarcastically. "shush" she says and moves even closer. i don't mind but i do feel the tiredness take over me and just want to sleep so i turn the light off and put my head back on the pillow, now even closer to madison. i move my arm into a more comfortable position and end up accidentally smacking her in the head. "shit, i'm sorry" i say, putting my hand on top of her head, patting her gently. "ouch" she slightly laughs and pushes her head forward in pain and ends up landing on my chest. the sudden physical contact shocks me slightly, especially when she doesn't make an effort to move away. "i'm so sorry" i say, trying not to laugh and rubbing her head gently again to show my apology. "it's fine, just minor concussion" she joke and we both laugh. her head is still on my chest and i can't tell if she's noticed or not so i just choose to ignore it. "okay, let's go bed now" i say, still slightly laughing but i look down and she's fast asleep. how has she done that in a matter of seconds. my arm was currently just hanging in the air and the only way for me to sleep comfortably was to wrap it around her, so i guess this is how we're sleeping and oddly enough part of me doesn't hate it.

[imagoddamnonionmason]

💦🌹for all your ocs!

Hey, doll 😎

So, to do all OCs I'm not going to go as in-depth, just because I could write essays, we know this, we move on 💀 and for one of them, Ashley isn't in it because I have another ask with the same emoji specifically for her ^u^ also, if there isn't an OC present it may be because I just have got enough info planned for them yet (I'm looking at Klaus) or that there's nothing relevant for them!

🌹 Where in the world does your OC feel most at home? Is there any reason why? If it’s not the place they were born, where were they born? Is there a certain somebody that makes them feel at home where ever they may be? What does home mean to them?

Jodie: I don't think there's anywhere specific where Jodie feels most at home - given her chaotic life, she's never really felt settled anywhere and even in the later years of her life, in the house she owns with Frank and is raising in Ashley in, I still think she'd feel unsettled. Like, I don't think she'd have an attachment to it, if that makes sense - she could pick up and leave anytime, basically. She was born in Russia, but of course America is where she ends up living (and to further complicate things, she feels like she has memories of a fake life in England, but they're very surface level, which only further confuses her at times). Home means family, the people you can trust and feel safe with and that is specifically with Frank and Ashley - it was also, when they're alive, Alex and Sarah Mason. You could say Adler, to an extent, but that's mainly because of his wife, Aleks (@alypink) and eventually because of Ashley and Russell Jr they do become family!!

A little addition, which is probably sad, pre-Bell/Jodie, Nadežda did have someone in Perseus that she would have classed as home. Annika, who she perceived as a younger sister.

Keith: I mean, he'd probably say his home state is his home but he's indifferent. He doesn't really regard home with any sort of feeling, it's probably too closely related to commitment to him - like, he hears the word "home" and a warm happy family flashes in his head and he didn't have that. I think the closest person he would call "home" is Annika, which is kinda funny given that she's actually his daughter. Funny how the world works.

Home to Keith means commitment and facades and being confined.

Sarah: Alaska is her home, not her original state - Alaska became her home and that's where she lived most her life and started to raise her family, it's also where she dies. It's so ingrained in her life that it's where she would class her home state. Specifically, her current home with Alex and their son is where she feels most at home, it's exactly what she imagined for a family home and more than she could have asked for. Home means warmth and security, and a dog, to Sarah!

Franca: It's the military base she lives on, but her home is Yorkshire - it's a bittersweet home, I guess. People-wise, her home is 141 and her brother. She knows she home when she can see the entrance of the army base, she's getting waved in and there's her little parking spot, her janky front door - when she walks in, she can smell food cooking (her brother always prepares food for her when he knows she's coming back), and yeah. Home is good.

Nanette: Cornwall! Definitely there, that's her home. Specifically the farm, where there's her mum's chickens in a pen, sheep bleating, her dad is covered head to toe in dirt because he's been busy chasing after his animals all day. You walk into the home and it's warm and the smell of freshly cooked bread is wafted in the air. But, John MacTavish is her home person. That's where she feels most safe.

Stephanie: 'Murica. That's where she feels most at home, mostly in the NY where she met her husband. I think she feels more homely there because that's where most of her memories of him are at. I imagine she can walk through the streets, parks, cafes and the likes and have vivid memories of them both, the conversations they had and the feelings she felt in those moments. It's all she has left of him.

I think even more specifically, she feels most at home in that room filled with his paintings. Like, he was her home person, you know? That room, it's him, when she needs her home person, she goes in there and it still smells like him, his talent is on canvas and he's still alive in there. But when he passes, her kids kind fill that home space, they become her home from home, wherever they are, that's home.

Klaus: Germany! His home country is what he would class as home because that is where he was born. If he was to think further on this topic, he would most likely not know how to answer; his home is where he lives and in that moments its wherever the Shadows are. Home to Klaus means stability, and he gets that with Ester <3

Esme: Home is where the helicopters are- nah, seriously though, it's tough to answer this as I am still working on her. There's still a lot of her basic information such as where was born that I have yet to figure out. I kinda feel like she would have been born in America, but I'm not sure. Not that it would matter because home has been destroyed for her. There's nothing left. So, home is people - J.J (@deeptrashwitch), Logan, Hesh, Keegan, the rest of the Ghosts.

Tessa: England, London is her home. But, home was the streets, as she was homeless. She's never really had a set abode, switching between soulless houses of foster families etc. Tessa calls the campfire her home, now, as well as the mixture of tents and cabins given by the entity. Home to Tess? That means nothing.

💦 If you as the writer could erase one traumatic event from this OC’s life what would it be and why?

(Firstly, this made me chuckle rip and idk why)

Jodie: only one? damn, she got so many. I would erase the traumatic event of losing Sarah - that was one of the people who helped her most find herself as a person after '81. Losing her was very traumatic and if I could erase it and still have Sarah be alive, I would. Alas, canon event.

Keith: hmm, has he has a traumatic event? Like, there's none I've stated specifically. I suppose I'd erase his mum treating him like a doll. Erase that, poor lad. I'd erase that because he probably would be as against women as he is had he not got mommy issues, you know? Like, we could have a lesser twat, rather than the twat we have.

Ashley: being kidnapped. I'd erase that. I'd do it because it's Ashley and not only is she Jodie's baby, but she's my baby, and I already feel bad that I planned that, but I feel like being kidnapped probably affected her younger years quite heavily. Probably got scared of small spaces, having this cover her eyes, etc.

Franca: HER FUCKING DAD ENTIRELY JUST GET RID OF THE WHOLE DAMN HUMAN. I think I would erase a specific memory she has about her childhood, where her dad is berating her and just being particularly horrible towards her, because it set up how she views herself for most of her adolescent and adult life. I'd erase it so this woman could have grown up being able to express her vulnerability more openly.

Nanette: her stalker! I'd erase that event, to save her feeling unsafe and so she could have enjoyed her university years a little better!

Stephanie: probably losing Zach, I'd erase that. They were robbed of a beautiful life and if I could, I'd let them have it in a heartbeat. They deserve it after everything they went through and not only that, but because now Steph is gonna have to raise her kids without a father and she's not even sure if she could ever move on from Zach. I'd hate to give her guilt and grief (prepares the bucket loads of it whilst I'm talking).

Esme: having to be the one to kill her brother. I'd erase that event. There's a hopelessness that she experiences after, something that starts to eat away at her morals, her motivation, her love for life and her drive. Like, she never thought it would have come to that and yet, here she is. She's killed him. I'd change it, if only to give the kill to someone not as attached, to save her that turmoil.

Tessa: I'd erase her first night on the street. She got caught in something she shouldn't have and ended up in cuffs and in a police station - just, wrong place, wrong time, a young kid who almost had her life entirely ruined. She would have still ended up on the streets, but without that driving her rebellious streak further.

Thank you for the ask bestie!! <3