#i bring to you all my other favorite boyo

[uselessalexis165]

a quick peso doodle 🐧

[vacantgodling]

The sexuality/gender/otp headcanon ask game stuff for any oc of your choice? Bonus points if it's someone you haven't talked about in a while

thank you!!

i haven't talked about noh outside of the very very basics of his story and what's going on so let's talk about my favorite boyo.

here is he (cuz i found this picrew and i thought it was cute) -- the only thing that's off about it is that noh usually wears a mask over his face; he's completely mute and only uses sign language so in a way he views his mouth as "useless" so he doesn't like it being seen lol.

Sexuality: gay gay homosexual gay

Gender: noh is trans masc!

A ship I have with said character: so the main ship that i have with him is a space pirate named emerion jackson. technically speaking the two of them have known of each other since before noh had amnesia; noh and his team were actively trying to bring emerion in and though they never met in person the two of them were definitely :eye emojis: at each other because it was "oh, finally a challenge" type scenario. but then when noh disappeared off the face of the earth and started being plastered everywhere as a criminal, emerion got a little.... worried about him. it seems crazy and its not something that he would talk about to any of his crew because they would heckle him for it, but the fact that someone as formidable and determined as the mysterious (bc they'd never met face to face) noh bell; and how he's suddenly a criminal by the govt??? something is up.

the two of them end up meeting in person at a bar at the edge of a particular star system after noh is dropped off by the cargo crew that found him adrift in space. emerion recognizes noh immediately but doesn't say anything until someone else recognizes noh and a bar fight ensues bc they want to bring noh in for the money. emerion and his men jump in and end up helping him out and then he drags noh onto his ship.

at first, emerion isn't sure what to make of actually seeing noh face to face. coupled with the fact that noh doesn't remember that he was originally hunting him and his crew down its odd. but then he learns about the amnesia etc etc and emerion kind of feels guilt for not telling him everything up front. but part of him also likes the fact that noh doesn't remember anything and they end up beginning to form an actual bond and attachment to one another, which gets a BIT complicated as noh starts to learn his identity.

idk now that i'm writing all of this out fully i'm so in the mood to talk more about them; emerion is such a jackass and has a stick up it but at the same time he really cares about noh and hes SO INTIMATELY aware of HOW FUCKED he is lmaooo its kind of hilarious.

A BROTP I have with said character: noh has a really good circle of friends because they all grew up training together in the JACK and JILL program. the closest friend he has is amelia (who was his JACK so they know each other like the back of their own hands) but i think the cutest brotp/friendship he has is with neso.

neso is a very special JACK/JILL unit because she's a system with just one other alter and so she doesn't have a separate physical "body" that serves as her partner; its technically just within herself. the two of them are fully aware of each other and can switch back and forth though its not fully at will. she is the host and neon is her alter (and is essentially her older brother). neso can call neon to the front and he will show up occasionally but its not often because he doesn't really like people lol (though he is okay with the rest of their friend group). usually he shows up in dangerous situations because he's the JILL of their unit and in this universe they were able to engineer technology to change neso's eye color back and forth when she and neon switch fronting.

neso and noh are really alike and she can be somewhat childlike and cling to him. they use sign language with each other the most--especially in episodes where she's having a ptsd flashback or episode, he can help talk her down and taught her signs since she was young. they also tend to be the most quiet of their friend group and prefer to just vibe while the others (amelia, iodine, and ethan) are more personable and loud lol.

A NOTP I have with said character: this isn't a notp so much as like, its not canon anymore BUT it did used to be canon back in the day when i felt like i had to overcompensate with heterosexuality in all of my wips (i've had noh as an oc and this story for at least a decade so yknow). but before, noh and amelia were actually supposed to be the endgame couple, but at the end of the day i think they just work better together as best friends/found family. they know each other so well; to the point that its less like being with someone you're attracted to and more like being with the other half of their own brain so like... how am i gonna be attracted to myself energy. plus, amelia ends up with an engineer named claude and they're so sweet together i want to throw up <3

A random headcanon: noh is heavily inspired by my personal interpretation of link which is where his muteness stemmed from :)

General Opinion over said character: i love noh A LOT and i need to get over my fear of writing scifi because i've been wanting to tell his story for years. i project onto him a lil bit sure but he's such a fun character and i wanna figure out more about his storyline so i can be driven insane by it

since ive been talking about it so much, perhaps i might lol.

feel free to send me a character (mine or overwatch) and i'll do this for them :D

[sevencolorsatlast]

👑 who is/are your favorite(s) and why?

Oh boy, there's a lot! I'm gonna pick my top five though.

SAGAU Ask Meme

👑 Who are/is your favored vessel(s) (aka main)? Why did you choose them?

Nahida - She's one of the characters I've waited to pull for. She's basically that immortal kid you would protect with all your life despite not getting her sense of humor... though I would have endless discussion about a lot of things with her because we're both curious creatures. I bring her for photo ops and get emotional damage whenever she gets hurt. As an older sibling, ahem, HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HOW CUTE SHE IS-

Yanfei - She's the first character I've (platonically) fell in love with in terms of personality, the way she thinks and her playstyle. Yanfei's also my first triple-crowned character! I know she's going to talk my ear off when it comes to laws but, hey, it's totally worth it!

Kaeya - This man deserves a better life than whatever he's going through right now. I think he's that person I would not like at first glance but we would get along well when we get to know each other. I know he will troll the shit out of me if we ever get close. Also, of all the starters, I like his playstyle the most so that's why I used him the good chunk of my play time until I got my hands on more characters.

Wanderer - I may have not all the patience for this boyo but he's that one person I would call to stir things up. I know he would hesitate but there's no doubt in my mind that he will teach a lesson or two to the person trying to mess with me. Also, his kit is fun to play especially when I'm pissed lol.

Raiden Shogun / Ei - Ei's that complex character I had trouble with understanding. At first, I didn't like her because of the decisions she's done. When I pulled for her, she just... captured my heart in a way? I found myself reading her lore and listening to her voicelines from time to time and grew to appreciate her. Since then, she's on my team to help my underleveled characters.

[gottaeattolivegottastealtoeat]

OutofBread;

Let me put out this shameless self-promo for other blogs that I actually have running and I hope you guys will all have fun adding them if you please!

Janis - From the Inuyasha video game Secret of the Divine Jewel!

Link - This Link is an amalgamation of a bunch of the different video games, so very heavily Canon Divergent.

Crysta - From Ferngully. Please, please, please give her some attention. I have never actually gotten to utilize this muse and interactions would be so fun! I play her anywhere in the timeline, from before she met Zack in the movie, to after when she's learned how to control her powers.

Fawn - From the newer Tinkerbell movies. Another muse very rarely utilized, if ever. I will love you guys forever if she got some attention!

Kurama - From YuYu Hakusho! One of my strongest muses, and also one of my best. I resonate really well with my foxy ragechild, and he is almost always active. It would be really fun to get some stuff going with him.

Terra - From Kingdom Hearts. Also really resonate with this boyo. He is one of my other favorite and fun characters to play as, but I have also rarely utilized him so some interactions would be fun to say the least!

Lelouch - From Code Geass. LET. HIM. HAVE. THE. WORLD. Not literally, but figuratively. I love Lelouch with every fiber of my being and he is another muse that I absolutely adore and will love you forever for interacting with.

Derek - From the Swan Princess series of movies. This little dummy is a sweetheart, please feel free to go and bug him. I will forever give you cookies. This dumb Himbo lives in my brain rent free.

Mushrambo - From Shinzo! And the list of REALLY OBSCURE MUSES CONTINUES. LIsten, I haven't seen the Shinzo anime/tv series/cartoon whatever it was actually in FOREVER but Mushrambo also lives in my head rent free and I have clips on standby from the show to watch just for characterization purposes because this man is absolutely WORTH IT.

Katerina - AND FINALLY, my OC Katerina!! She has a bio if you follow the link to her page, and I love her to pieces. This is my comfort muse. I will never NOT have muse for this beautiful sweet precious girl. My foxy little fox. Please and thank you forever if you give me interactions with her. I could say twenty-bajillion things about her and it will never be enough so just... y'know. Go check her out!!

Jimmy - Quick edit to add Jimmy Kudo from Case Closed. I love this little gremlin with every fiber of my being and he deserves love and attention. The boy will have fun and love all the attention. Bring it on!!

Kagome - Another quick edit to add the queen. The sweetest girl. My best, brightest, perfect little girl. Kagome Higurashi from Inuyasha. Feel free to follow her for the fun times. We love interactions, and you should all go and give her love. Please?

Diablo - From the anime/manga/novel series How Not To Summon A Demon Lord. He's a lovely little muse, but also, he's a lonely little sonuvabitch who needs friends. So please come and interact with him?

Terry - Terry McGinnis from Batman Beyond. Very smug and smarmy little bat child; he will have fun talking to all of you and enjoying life. Please enjoy him to your heart's content. Villains, please flock to him because we will enjoy having witty banter and kicking your butts~!

Jack - Jack Frost from Rise of the Guardians. He's only got your best interests at heart. Come and have some fun! No, really. You need to come and have some fun with him, or else he'll bean you with a snowball to make you have fun with him. So, like, just avoid the snowball to the face. Come play~!

Owen Grady - From Jurassic World, Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom, and Jurassic World: Dominion. Open to play in any of the movie timelines, also featuring Canon Divergence for the timelines of the first two movies. Come and enjoy a little bit of fun with the Raptor Dad. Let's have some fun roleplaying in Jurassic Park and Jurassic World stuff!!

Ashitaka Akira Muso - Prince Ashitaka from the Studio Ghibli movie, Princess Mononoke. Open to play in a verse set after Princess Mononoke, wherein he lives in Iron Town with the rest of the inhabitants and has taken over as the ruler of Iron Town from Lady Eboshi. Everyone looks to Ashitaka for answers and guidance as the man who saved all of their lives. Please have fun interacting with him!!

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

HelloHello! I'm bringing my new/old OC Amea over to play, wondering if you have anyone for her (romance, friendship)?

Amea Allossun is a Cultural Advisor to the Senate and basically keeps protocol droid up to date and mediates disagreements relating to culture. She is writing a book and collecting stories to preserve clone culture as a personal project. In her work she has made many friends from senators to troopers. Her favorite place is the Botanical Gardens.

I'm excited to see what you have!

Love & Wrecker Hugs

Hi Sunshine!! I have been sitting on this for a few days and I actually think I'm going to pair your girl Amea with a relatively new OC of my own. I haven't talked about her at all yet actually!

So please, if you will, indulge me in a short AU of Amea and Aspen Hayes, GAR-contracted botanist!

Since Amea likes the botanical gardens, and since that's where Aspen works generally, they probably meet at the gardens. Perhaps Aspen is working within one of the special plant exhibits, measuring their growth and soil composition and updating notes about how the plants are faring. She can feel someone lingering nearby, but doesn't turn to look until she finishes her soil analysis. When she looks, she finds a very pretty, put-together woman with a datapad in hand.

Aspen introduces herself, and when it becomes apparent that the two share a love of plants and the serenity they bring, something clicks. Aspen happily chats Amea's ear off, and by the time they realize how long it's been, Amea graciously offers her comm frequency before they both return to work.

The two become fast and close friends. When the war starts, and Amea starts her passion project of documenting clone culture, Aspen is more than happy to help her. The GAR contracts Aspen to help them assess biological threats as the war expands to different planets, so she comes into contact with clones on occasion. Once the clones learn about Amea's work, they sometimes come to Aspen asking for a connection to participate.

Aspen is quiet and reserved normally, so when the two have time to hang out, it's often filled with subdued tapping on datapads, cozy sweaters, and wine. Both are happy to let the other infodump as much as they want--and will go to bat for the other if needed.

Here's a pic of Aspen for reference :)

I originally made her for @moonlightwarriorqueen's clone boyo Canopy so I think she'd just be real good friends with Amea, providing a steady, constant, reassuring presence in what is likely a very hectic life as a cultural advisor.

I hope you like this! <3

[your-local-gayterbottle]

MUSIC RECS PLEASE!!!!

ACHKFHKKDSGJJOB YOU GOT ME STARTED NOW DON’T COMPLAIN

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The Prow - Voivod [my father introduced me to this song it’s absolute perfection PLUS apparently they’re a group from where i live which just boosts them even higher in my brain]

What Once Was - Her’s [i love this song it’s really comforting to me. It’s relaxing and has a great beat! Plus the title paired with the group’s name is absolute muah! It’s not groovy or anything but i like it like that. Magnificent lyrics too!]

flutter - julie [this song has some kind of comforting effect on me and it has a good groovy beat! So it’s like it’s not a calm song yet it has a calming vibe. I listen to this when I’m overwhelmed/stimulated or anxious]

Lights Out - Mindless Self Indulgence [that song just scratches an itch in my brain plus it’s groovy! I love it a lot, quite addictive if you ask me]

New Person, Same Old Mistakes - Tame Impala [there’s something about the instruments and the way they all sound with each other that just makes me wanna listen to it in repeat]

Tocka - Molchat Doma [listen. The title is in russian, but i’m too lazy to add the russian keyboard so you guys just deal with it now. Also this song has a great beat and it makes me feel comfortable for some reason]

Awikatchikaën - Les Cowboys Fringants [don’t be intimidated by the incomprehensible french, it’s really good! The rythm is great the beat is awesome, the melody is fantastic! Also, unless you’re from Quebec, you won’t understand what they’re saying anyways! Half of the song is quebec slang and the other half is straight up gibberish, so just give it a shot!]

How Soon Is Now? - The Smiths [absolute banger. Relatable. 10/10. I love.]

My Blood - Twenty One Pilots [one of my fav songs from them. It’s quite a nostalgic one to me, it reminds me a bit of my childhood.]

Gallowdance - Lebanon Hanover [this is a comfort song to me, i love it so much! The voice of the singer brings out something and makes the song better, i really adore this]

Jigolo Har Megiddo - Ghost [AHHH. This song makes me feel things. The way it sounds is *chef’s kiss*]

This Charming Man - The Smiths [The Smiths is one of my favorite artists and this song. THIS SONG. Idk it feels nostalgic. It’s SO good! I have a hard time not crying to that song for some reason tho]

Back to the Old House -The Smiths [i would rather not gooooo~ back to the old houseeeee~]

Genesis - Grimes [the intro sends shivers down my back. It is absolutely gorgeous. A masterpiece. The echo in the voice? Magnificent. I need to consume that song. It’s not a want it’s a need at this point AAH]

First Love/Late Spring - Mitski [DON’T @ ME IT MAKES ME CRY BUT ITS REALLY GOOD!!! It manages to get out of me emotions i did not know i held. I love it so so so much]

Smile Boyo - Vundabar [now while their other song - Alien Blues - IS more popular, i like this one a lot better. The lyrics are the most relatable ones i’ve found yet, and it’s brilliantly shared]

The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes [this song. This song brings me so much comfort it’s almost physical. It reminds me a lot of my Harry Potter phase for some reason, and it also reminds me of the Covid, but only the good parts! Overall this might be one of the most comforting songs i’ve told you guys about yet]

Alien Blues - Vundabar [the lyrics are SO relatable, great beat overall but not enough vocals in my opinion which is why it’s not as good as Smile Boyo to me]

Looking Out For You - Joy Again [it reminds me of some darker times of my life and it makes me feel proud for having gotten over all that mush]

Money - The Drums [WOW. The lyrics, the music, the voice, the instruments, it’s all so perfect to one another]

The Attack of the Dead Men - Sabaton [it sounds like they’re speaking Russian but it’s actually English. Very addictive beat, they have some kind of chorus and it sounds so good]

Fraccion - Soen [another song my dad introduced me to. I especially love the end and the fact the whole song kinda builds up to the end while still being original and unique but in a good way]

Custer - Slipknot [listen. This song manages to scratch an itch in my brain i’m not even aware of better than any other]

Fallait y aller - Loud [this singer went to the same highschool as me so this makes me appreciate the song even more. Great moral tbh. It’s well written, it’s fun to listen to, i really really love it]

Toutes les Femmes Savent Danser - Loud [one if not his best song. It sounds fantastic, has a great moral, a deeper meaning than what it seems and it’s a masterpiece to the ears]

BLUE - Tïesto, Stevie Appleton [i found this song by accident and i would not stop listening to it. It’s quite addictive, the beat is great, i love it sm]

She’s Kerosene - The Interrupters [my dad showed it to me. It’s such a danceable song plus it’s not hard to remember]

Blood // Water - grandson [my dad introduced me to this song too it makes me really nostalgic cause it reminds me of my Danplan era. The saddest thing in all of the drama around these youtubers is that i didn’t get to watch them for longer than 2 months before the group broke while i was still hyperfixated on them]

On leur a Fait Croire - Alex Nevsky [again, a song from where i live, immediate boost. It’s an overall really good songs, but i especially like it because it reminds me of my uncle. And my uncle has been out of my life for personal reasons for about a year now which makes me really sad.]

Shine - Younger Brother [and yet another song my dad showed me! It’s really nice and has that kind of feel you don’t just get with every songs. Great buildup, nice vocals, i love.]

ALRIGHT THAT WILL BE ALL FOR TODAY!! I HAVE A LOT MORE, BUT IMMA STOP HERE. I COULD GO ON FOR HOURS AND HOURS BUT I CANT DO THAT FOR MULTIPLE REASONS!!! AAK IM SORRY IF I GOT TAKEN AWAY HEHE

[littlespacereader]

@pupsiez & @dino-boyo-agere

It would be my honor and pleasure📝

Bruce Wayne Caregiver Headcannon🏙️🍸💙🖤

Bruce tries to keep his Batman side of his life away from his Little one. He tries to keep a good divide between himself and Batman. (But it’s Bruce we’re talking about. There’s going to be a moment he’s going to have his little one assist on a mission…with Alfred to supervise of course)

Bruce isn’t one for big parties but having his social status means he gets invited to parties and galas. One thing that always makes parties much brighter is his little one. He always brings them along.

They take Bruce to their room and try on a thousand different outfit for the event. Bruce happily sit on their bed and watches the fashion show.

Speaking of fashion, they’re always fashionable late. But then they do arrive, they’re the highlight of the party. Everyone wants to interview Bruce about their little one and his little one wants to tell the reporters their favorite color.

When slow dance comes on, woman all around are dying to be the one he dances with. But instead he always chooses his little one to dance with. They stand on his shoes as he rocks them back and forth.

It’s a clever tactic on Bruce’s part because the rocking starts to make his little one tired, so by the end of the dance he has a sleepy little one in his arms.

When it come to playing games around the manor, Bruce is all for it. Half because he loves to play games with his little one, the other half being to avoid his actual work.

Bruce’s favorite game with his little one had to be hide and seek. He always finds them, but he spends A LOT of time pretending he’s lost them, all while his little one is giggling from their hiding spot.

Doesn’t matter what the game is (tea party, race cars, board games, dress up) he’s always going to play with his little one. Even Alfred gets involved in it too.

Speaking of Alfred, when Bruce gets called to some crusading activities, Alfred takes over as the little one’s Caregiver. He loves spending time with Bruce’s little one. He becomes their papa or grandpa.

His favorite thing to do is play scavenger hunts around the manor or read a book to them by the fire places. With Alfred he spoils you like a true grandparent would.

When it comes to the extended bat family they all love and respect your regression. (Mostly because some of them are regressors themselves)

When the whole family is over, you just know chaos ensures. Everyone running around having fun in Wayne Manor while Bruce and Alfred try to reel in the chaos a bit.

When Bruce has to go to Wayne Enterprises for business he always brings his little one along. Everyone at work knows Y/N very well and they know everyone too. Their favorite thing to do is sit behind Bruce’s desk and spin in his big wheelie chair.

When it comes to the end of the night Bruce enjoys nothing more than to snuggle close to his little one in a big chair by the fireplace. Alfred tells them a story that has them both falling asleep.

@pupsiez I hope you enjoy this!! Thank you for tagging me @dino-boyo-agere 😄🙌

i need more bruce wayne caregiver headcanons T_T

[demigoddessqueens]

assassins’ amoures

Fluff alphabet here for my favorite Assassins (and some Templars) to commemorate the 15th year and for Flufftober

Based off their names

E,Z,I,O

Ezio likes to be the equal one in a relationship, although in some more “spicy situations”, I can see him as a soft dom type. You bring out the better qualities of him, even light-hearted teasing aside. Keeping him focused and building him up keeps Ezio going. Even to the ends of the earth, he’ll do what he can to keep you safe and loved. When he’s in love, oh good luck to any trying to grab his attention. Thoughts are of you, with that blushed far off look, even Claudia and Leonardo are teasing him.

A,R,N,O

This boy?? This boi! This boyo is so in love he smiles non stop. Always day dreaming of you, reading pieces of poetry or romance literature that reminds him of you. Favorite nicknames are “my love, darling, heart/mon coeur” or personalized ones solely for you. He is every romantic cliche ever and then some! Adorkably a badass! When he’s not being an Assassin, he’s off in the gardens or taking strolls, and you’re always by his side. Arms linked.

S,H,A,Y 🚢 🌊

On the seas, Shay likes to sit out and spend time with you on the deck. On land, maybe a romantic walk at night. Given how this man left the Colonial Assassins and knew the Templars, there are most definitely secrets that can cause a rift but he claims to do so to protect you. That being said, he’s your hype man! Always guiding you and building you up, since he didn’t have a lot of that from someone he genuinely loves. When he’s away missing you, oh he’s an emotional wreck. Not showing it outwardly, but it’s a storm cloud inside him.

B,A,Y,E,K

Seeing you shoot off an arrow, the sun gleaming in your eyes and hair, you have never looked more ethereal than in this moment. Your strength and focus never fail to amaze Bayek. He sees you as his equal in all matters, though his kisses say otherwise. Passionate and all consuming of your being. Yet even such a focused man is keen to matters of the heart, and his calls for you when he finds the Order and is taken away for his work.

H,A,Y,T,M

A traditional man of sorts, Haytham likes to you spoil you in such ways. Fine clothes and some jewelry, along with long walks in town squares to show you off (in his own way). Being the significant other of the leader of Templars means you are privy to secrets, but Haytham has his reasons (at least he likes to think so). Aside from that, he adores your wit and humor and when away, likes to imagine the fun banter you two would have. He would absolutely be the type to want to marry you, falling into a peaceful domestic routine of sorts.

A,M,U,N,E,T (Aya)

Before and after becoming a Hidden One, Aya admired your presence. You were there for her through the worst of times and when she founded the Assassin’s with Bayek. Being her spouse, co-founder, fellow partner in crime means you have a leader of a wife who also enjoys a good time. She adores you, and you her, calling each other “my love” or “goddess”. Traveling together adds a sense of thrill and excitement in new places, although if you’re ever homesick, Aya/Amunet wants you to share that with her.

E,D,W,A,R

Life on the high seas can be rambunctious but Edward can count on your leadership. Sometimes. When you’re not getting into the crew’s shenanigans. Your fun-serious side, with a dash of ruthlessness, is one of the many becoming qualities he admires in you. When you’re not cracking jokes or death defying stunts/schemes, Kenway does have a softer side to him. Going out of his way to talk to you, or when you sees you off in a distance, daydreams how you’re buying his favorite rum for him as a gift or protecting him. Do you think of him as much as he does you? Or do you remember the time he covered you with a blanket one cold night?

J,A,C,O,B

You had been best friends with Jacob, but even the laughs and glances couldn’t fill the you-shaped hole in his heart. When you finally got together, there was never a shortage of admiration on his part about all that he admires about you, including your fun side. That being said, he’s a passionate man who is not shy about making it known how he feels about you, despite Evie’s teasing, and if a Rook tries to get chummy with you they find out real fast! Maybe laying it on a bit thick with the compliments but you know he’s genuine. He likes to scale the rooftops with you to get the best views, especially at sunset. If you ever have nightmares/panic attacks, Jacob knows what that feels like and he’s more than willing to help you through it.

C,O,N,R

Connor didn’t expect to fall in love after trying to rebuild, but you were a welcomed exception in his life. When he first started catching feelings, he thought it was subtle until your eyes met his and he turned away with a blush creeping on his cheeks. He may not be the most traditional romantic but once you realize what he’s doing, you’re touched by how sweet he is. Once you’re together, Connor’s little nicknames for you are along the lines of “love, dove” or maybe something floral. If you ever have nightmares/panic attacks, that soothing voice calms you down as he holds you close.

E,V,I

Unlike her twin, Evie likes to think she was refined and focused until she met you. Then her more carefree, free-spirited fluoridated when she spent more time with you. Jacob likes to tease that you’re a “bad influence”. She sees you as her equal in every way and comes to realize that even in the most trying times, she can let her walls down for you. She values you, in all ways a loving significant other can: your opinions, your ideas, your wants.

K,A,S,N,D,R

Kassandra is a woman who’s naturally curious and takes an interest your activities/hobbies, be it pottery or sword sparring. Her kisses are heated, gripping to you as if you’re her tether. She imagines a simple life with you at times, living out the rest of your years by the beach. If there’s anything you have set your sights on, your Amazonian love is in your corner 1000%. Romance is not her strongest suit, but you know she tries and that’s all that matters. I don’t know Ancient Greek dialect, but I’d imagine nicknames would be something like “sweetie” or “darling”.

A,L,E,X,I,O,S

Alexios did not expect to have a family again (Kassandra and his mother), let alone the heart of you. He respects and values you as his equal, and all that you do. He enjoys hunting, sailing and some sparring with you, and encourages you if you want to improve yourself. After settling down, your presence inspires him to be more at peace. He doesn’t have to be closed off or hesitant or the simplest actions. When he confessed, Alexios gripped tightly onto you, pouring every ounce of his soul into words. You gladly accept, and soon are pulled close to him in the tightest hug and sweetest kiss. After that, you could be doing the most mundane thing and Alexios looks at you as if you’re Queen of Olympus itself.

E,I,V,O,R

Eivor admires you, loves you, their beloved and equal in every way. An inspiration to fight to see tomorrow with you. Not “showy” with their emotions, or the most blatantly romantic, Eivor still has those moments where they want to be near you at every moment. Making sure you’re well fed, taken care of, or warm during the harsh winters. You’re a much valued and loved person in Eivor’s life, someone worth protecting amidst this dangerous lifestyle.

A,L,T,I,R

Though he won’t outright admit it, Altair admires your skill as a fellow assassin in training (mostly as an excuse to be near you). As long as Maria and Malik don’t rib him that the arrogant “novice” has finally been bested. If anything, it indirectly inspires him to do better/push himself to which you tease him relentlessly, but he’ll gladly take it since it’s you. When he finally confessed to you, the tense pause almost killed him (fearing you’d say no) only to return your hug ten fold in an iron grip. Cupping the back of your head. In the younger years, you two daredevils were always seeking out the highs of being an Assassin but mellow out with age. Still, that romance never dies with affectionate banter and nicknames, and gentle touches.

A,V,E,L,I,N

Aveline enjoys shopping with you or even taking (much needed) long walks with you. She sees you as her equal, and values your opinion, be it for both Assassin and other non-related matters. She’s faced betrayal and heartache but you’re an inspiration that there’s always a better tomorrow, no matter how small some victories may be. You confessed to her one night, and it was one of the happiest moments in Aveline’s life, the day you called her “my rose”. One of the loveliest, genuine aspects of her life, Aveline treasures her life with you.

[fluffytriceratops]

Study Date - Casey Jones [2012]

Note: Once again, another old one. I don't see a lot of Casey imagines, and he's one of my favorite characters so I thought I'd write a little something for this boyo! Have a great day/night! Thanks for reading! <3

Warning: le cringe, mature language, cliche-ness, stupid pick up lines?.

It was known to most that Y/n L/n found Casey Jones to be insufferable. He was absolutely infuriating. There wasn't much he could do to actually make her not hate him. He was ignorant, and loud. He flirted with every girl within a ten mile radius. Sadly, it appeared that Y/n was one of those girls. She told him to knock it off constantly, but he'd only smirk and try harder. She wasn't playing hard to get, she just wasn't interested. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

Even though Casey was an absolute moron, there were other factors to him that made Y/n want to explode, in a good way. Like the fact that he was selfless, he wanted to protect New York and all of it's citizens. Even if he didn't get any credit for it. Or if she was having a really bad day, he'd try to make her laugh or smile, by doing the stupidest things, or he'd simply be a shoulder for her to cry on. He was someone to vent to.

Let's just say that Casey's and Y/n's relationship is complicated. Very complicated.

The sun was blocked by a hoard of raging clouds. It was snowing in New York City and everyone who wasn't inside- wanted to be, because it was so fucking cold Y/n thought her nose was going to fall off. She pulled her coat closer to her frame, trying to block the wind and failing miserably. It didn't take long for her to find a alleyway with a manhole for her to climb down.

Manholes, as one might not know, are extremely heavy. It didn't help that it was covered in slush that was once snow. It slipped from her hands and crashed against the ground. She flinched from the impact, cursing under her breath and quickly glancing over her shoulder to see if that just attracted any unwanted attention. Surprisingly, no one seemed to care that a wimpy teenage girl was trying to crawl into the sewers during the middle of a snow storm. With a heavy sigh, she took her gloves off for more friction and tried again, this time pushing it off to the side. It took a while, and she was almost positive her fingers were goimg to fall off, but she managed to open it. Y/n muttered curses under her breath as she climbed down into the darkness of the sewers. She was half way down when she realised she could barley see her hands in front of her face. You would think after all this time coming down here, she would learn to bring a flashlight. Nope!

"You've got to be kidding me." with the sudden realization that she could possibly slip and fall, dread struck the frozen girl. She glanced down, trying to figure out her footing as she slowly made her way down.

She was just a few steps away from the ground when, you guessed it, her foot slipped and she slid from where she was and stumbled to the sewer's floor. Luckily, she didn't fall on her ass, but she did step in a deep ass puddle. One of her feet were now both frozen, and soaking. How fun...

"Fuck.. Fucking fuck! That's just fucking great!" she grumbled, balling her hands into fists and kicking the ground angrily. Y/n took a deep breath through her nose before she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out her phone. She turned the flashlight on and began to walk forwards, her hands were frozen and now so was her foot. With her luck, things were about to get ten times worse.

By the time Y/n had gotten to the lair, she was absolutely miserable. Her foot was numb from the cold, causing her to limp a little since she couldn't actually feel it. Okay, maybe she was being a little over dramatic, but she didn't care!

She stumbled into the lair, she felt like a drunk idiot who couldn't walk straight, though it was mostly just the fact that she was fucking pissed.

"Woah, Y/n, what happened to you?" Leo asked, peering over at her from his spot in front of the tv. Space Heroes playing in the background, Y/n held back a snort. "Fucking cold." was all she muttered, walking further into the room.

"Is it still snowing out there?" Donnie asked as he walked into the room, coffee mug in hand.

"No, I'm just soaked from all the fucking hail. What do you think?" she huffed, slumping down on the 'couch' and closing her eyes for a moment.

"Someone's in a bad mood, I know, do you want some hot chocolate! I just made a new batch! Oh and cookies, we have cookies from April! And a blanket, I'll be right back!" Mikey got up and ran to the kitchen, Y/n smiled a bit and rolled her eyes. Mikey was Mikey, what else was she going to expect?

Y/n shrugged her coat off and kicked her shoes off and tossed them behind her, her foot was soaked and she groaned in annoyance.

"Seriously though, what happened?" Leo asked, pausing his show to give her more of his attention.

"I slipped on my way down the stupid latter." she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I swear, if I get frostbite I'm holding you all personally responsible. You and Mother Nature, she can kiss my ass."

Leo laughed, shaking his head a little as he returned his attention back to the television. Y/n stretched her hands above her head, listening as her back cracked a bit from the action. Mikey ran back into the room shortly afterwards, a huge ass blanket flung over one arm. A cup of hot chocolate in one hand, and a plate of cookies in the other. Y/n smiled up at him and grabbed the stuff gently. He helped wrap the blanket around her as she sipped the hot chocolate carefully.

"Thanks, Mikey, you're officially my favorite." she grinned up at him, snuggling into the blanket he brought for her.

His eyes brightened, "Really?! I'm your favorite! Booya! Suck it guys! Did you hear that Raph?" Mikey grinned, swinging around as his brother walked into the room, followed by Casey. Y/n's chest tightened, and she quickly looked away and tried to focus on eating her cookies to distract herself.

Raph chuckled, "Yeah, I heard her, Mike.."

Mikey grinned, and teased them a bit more before he snatched up his phone and returned to playing whatever game he was playing.

"Awe, N/n, I thought I was your favorite." Casey pouted, plopping down in the spot next to her and slinging a arm across her shoulders.

Y/n's nose scrunched up at the action, she brought up one of her hands and placed it on his face, shoving him away from her, literally. "In your dreams, Jones. You're far from being my favorite." she snorted, nibbling on her cookie.

Casey huffed, "C'mon, don't be like that..." he whined, placing his chin on her shoulder.

"You really want me to kick your ass, don't you?" she sighed, brushing some hair away from her face.

He smirked, "Sounds kinda kinky, sure babe, I mean.. If that's what you want~"

Y/n's face darkened, she elbowed him in the side, quite roughly as she shoved the remainder of her cookie in her mouth. Rolling her eyes as he winced, making an 'oof' sound as he rolled onto his back, pretending to be more hurt than he actually was.

"If you were smart, Case, you'd stop now." Raph warned, smirking between the two as he plopped down on his bean bag chair.

"Yeah, but he's a fucking dumb ass." she retorted, downing the rest of her hot chocolate, ignoring the burning sensation that was left behind.

"True." Mikey spoke up from his spot on the floor, currently laying on a small pile of pillows. His gaze never lifted from his phone but a cheeky grin didn't stretch across his face.

"You guy's are teaming up on me? That's not very nice! Or fair!" Casey sat back up and pouted, rubbing the area she elbowed.

"Life isn't fair." Y/n said snarkily, dusting the crumbs off her hands and chest.

"She's got a point." Leo hummed, eyes glued to the screen as he listened in on the whole ordeal.

"Wow, you're all so mean! What did I ever do to you?" Despite acting hurt, a wide smirk had spread across his features. His eyes were currently glued to Y/n as he waited for an answer.

"How about annoy the shit out of everyone?" She said, pretending to pay attention to the television screen but she really had no idea what was going on and was currently wondering what cologne Casey wore.

"She's got you there, Case." Raph snickered, pretending to be doing something on his T-phone but she knew he was watching Space Heroes.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. I know you all love me and my company." He crossed his arms over his chest and leant back against the couch.

"I beg to differ." Y/n smirked, glancing over towards him.

"You just really love to pick on me, huh?" Casey grinned back, leaning towards her with his arms still crossed over his chest.

"You make it awfully easy." Y/n stuck her tongue out at him before looking back towards the screen.

Casey mimicked her actions, silent for a few seconds before deciding to speak once more. "Go on a study date with me."

Y/n nearly choked on the air around her, snapping her gaze in his directions as her face heated to an impossibly embarrassing shade of red. "What? No!"

Bold of you to just say that out of the blue, Jones. But there is no way I'm agreeing to go on a date with you... I'd never live it down.. she thought, wanting to groan just at the thought of all the teasing. And only half of it would come from the turtles, the rest would come from Casey who'd just love to rub it in her face. "Just ask Donnie or April to help you. I'm not as smart as either of them anyway and you'll probably do better with one of them."

"They're busy, they have a bunch of experiments and tests planned. Besides I want you to help me."

"Well that's just too bad because it's not happening."

"Why not?" He definitely noticed her massive blush, which only caused the cocky bastard to cockily smirk at her like the cocky cock he was. It didn't help that he had tilted his head to the side a bit, which she found to be utterly adorable. And on top of it all, everyone who was currently in the room had completely paused what they were doing to watch the scene unfold. Y/n wanted to die right then and there.

"There are many, many reasons as to why I wouldn't want to do any of that with you." She said stubbornly, biting he inside of her cheek to stop herself from saying any more.

"Well I'd like to know these reasons. Especially if they are keeping you and I apart." How was it possible that his smirk was growing?! He needed to stop that right now or else she'd combust into flame right then and there.

"Fine. But don't say I didn't warn you. First of all, you and studying is practically laughable. You wouldn't do any of the studying, you'll just goof around and probably flirt with me. Which is very annoying, and I'd end up having to do most if not all of the work. Which leads me to my next point. You definitely read too much into the word date. You're just going to do a bunch of weird romantic couple-y stuff and there really isn't any point in even calling it a study date because there will be no studying so you might as well just take me out on a real one- wait I didn't mean it like that!" If it was possible, her blush had darkened even more.

"So what you're saying is.. you want to go on an actual date with me?" If he doesn't wipe that stupid smirk off his face I swear-

"No! Just..." she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily, "Fine I'll help you, but we're actually studying and if you don't study I'm gonna kick your ass so hard-"

"Sweet. Just text me the time and place and we can hang."

"I hate you."

"I think this was more interesting to watch than Space Heroes." It was at this moment Leo barley dodged a pillow which was violently thrown in his direction by the lovely Y/n.

"Everything and anything is more interesting than Space Heroes you doofus."

***

A few days had passed and Y/n had finally gotten the chance to text Casey. Well, she had the chance earlier however she was stalling. Though she knew she had to do it eventually, it was easier to stall the inevitable. Y/n tapped her fingers against her knee as she awaited his reply. Eyes glued to her screen as she saw three dots appear.

Y/n: I'm free tonight if you're available?

Stupidhead🖤: I'm not sure I'd have to check my schedule... 😉

Y/n: Casey don't be a dickhole. Are you free or not?

Stupidhead🖤: Yeah babe, I'm free. What time do you want to meet up? Yours or mine?

Y/n: Meet me in 15 minutes at my place.

Stupidhead🖤: Wow. I'm surprised you didn't say anything about the babe comment. Does that mean you want me to call you babe? 😉 😜

Y/n: Absolutely not. Would you have stopped even if I did comment on it?

Stupidhead🖤: No, probably not. ✌️

Y/n: There you go. See you soon, Jones. Don't be late.

Stupidhead🖤: Aye aye, Captain.

Was it bad to feel butterflies because of Casey Jones? Y/n was unsure, whatever the answer she knew they came because of him. Sighing, she pushed herself up and off of her bed and despite reminding herself that this was not a date, Y/n thought that it would be best to dress herself up a little anyway. She was in fact just wearing her pajama's, and although she normally had no problem dressed like a slob in front of her friends, today felt different. Maybe because of all the date teasing? Shaking her head to rid herself of those ludicrous thoughts she returned her attention to her closet. Y/n knew Casey would notice if she dressed up for him, so she planned on going casual. She slipped into a black long sleeve crop top and a pair of ripped jean short overalls, knee high stockings and lastly a random sweater she was positive belonged to Casey. She made sure to keep the sweater open and unzipped to show off her outfit a bit. Y/n knew Casey would notice if she wore makeup when she usually didn't at home, so all she did was place a little concealer under her eyes, curl her lashes, and apply a bit of lip balm. She had ten minutes till Casey arrived and she was planning on using this time to prepare. Her bedroom was mainly clean but did have a few things here and there so she cleaned it up a bit and grabbed her school supplies. She didn't know exactly what he needed her help on, causing her to grab all of her school items and place them neatly on her bed. Next, knowing full well that Casey was a snacker not to mention she liked snacks herself,  Y/n went into the kitchen and grabbed a bunch of junk food and sodas to place in her room as well. She placed her hands on her hips and gave the room a once over, going over everything in her head and trying to see if there was something she was missing. Deciding she was good for now, she went into the bathroom where she put on a bit of deodorant and swished her mouth with mouth wash for the final touches. Last but certainly not least she dusted herself with her favourite scented body spray. Feeling ready she left the bathroom, grabbed her phone and moved over to the living room with a bag of microwaveable popcorn she had just made. Flicking the TV on all that was left was to wait for Casey.

Casey was nearly ten minutes late, but that was to be expected. He was hardly on time and when he was it was for something far more exciting than studying.

"You're late." She stated, taking her attention away from the tv to glance him over.

"I'm never late, I arrive precisely when I mean to." He said, speaking matter of factly.

"Don't fucking quote Gandalf to me. You know I have a weak spot for Lord of the Rings." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I know, why do you think I said that?" He teased, smirking down towards her.

Y/n glared up at him from her spot on the couch, silent for a bit as she thought over a good comeback. Alas nothing came to mind. And Casey was well aware of it too.

That stupid piece of shit... Cocky mother fucker.

"I've prepared everything in my room, so we can just go work in there." Getting off the couch, Y/n began to make her way over towards her bedroom.

"We're working in your bedroom? That's-"

"If you say anything about it being kinky or borderline intimate, I swear I will smack you upside the head and throw you out. We can move into the living room if you'd rather."

Casey rose his hands in mock surrender, his grin had never faltered, "No no, your room is cool. I like your room."

Y/n clicked her tongue in annoyance, "Yeah, I'm sure you do. Fucking pervert."

Casey simply laughed. It was obnoxious, but kind of adorable. Not like she would ever admit to thinking that, though.

The both of them had worked for a few hours, Y/n helped Casey as best as she could with anything he needed help on. Occasionally, she wouldn't know the answer and the two of them would try to work together to figure it out. As expected, Casey had joked around with her. But it wasn't as annoying as Y/n thought it was going to be. In fact, she rather liked it. And had even joked around with him. They both enjoyed each other's company a lot. They ate snacks, they talked, they laughed. There was even some flirting thrown into the mix. To say that this 'study date' had gone well was an understatement. Eventually the homework and actual studying part of the date had been long forgotten. The work sat on her bed as the two of them rolled around on the floor like the couple of crackheads that they were. Laughing their asses off on some kind of inside joke.

Casey stood at Y/n's front door, slipping his shoes back on, and adjusting his sweater over his shoulders. "You know, I actually had a lot of fun tonight." He glanced over towards Y/n who was smiling over towards him with a soft blush brushing her cheeks. She was so fucking adorable.

He couldn't help but grin, "I know you would. See, I'm not that bad to hang around!"

Y/n laughed, "Guess not. You're pretty okay, Jones. We should do this again sometime."

Casey flashed her a dorky grin, "You bet! That would be totally awesome!" He fist pumped the air and Y/n laughed again.

"Text me when you get home, just so I know you were attacked or something." She nudged him playfully, and he smirked in return.

"You're worried about me? I'm flattered."

"Shut up and get out you brat!"

He cackled, "Okay, okay. I'll text you. See you later, Y/n. Oh and uh, don't think I didn't notice that you're wearing my sweater."

Her face burned, "Well, I- I was..."

He laughed, "It's all good, it looks good on you. Keep it. I have plenty others." He winked before turning to leave. He was stopped when she reached out and grabbed the front of his hoodie, yanking him towards her.

Y/n pressed a quick kiss to his lips, and Casey practically melted into it. "See you later, Casey." She whispered when she pulled away, pushing him out the door and slamming the door in his face before he could comment on what she had done.

Casey had never been happier. And neither had she.

[tendousthoughts]

Yo yo yo... god that cringy but anyway! I would like to request something that I saw on another blog. It’s when the s/o has a fight with the boys and after it the boys go to the bedroom or somewhere to be alone but when they come out they see that their s/o is gone. In reality they just went outside for a walk to clear their head but our precious boyos panic that they left them for good.

I hope I explained that well I’m pretty new to requesting and stuff but I really love what you’ve written so far on your blog🥺

HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 1

Character(s) included: Sakusa & Iwaizumi

Warning(s): Foul language (cursing), flinching

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Sakusa

It was a one sided fight. As always. He was yelling and you just took it. It was your fault after all. You shouldn’t have touched his shit, but you did. So now you are here. Holding back your pathetic tears. A mouth full of words was pushing through your lips and soon they fell out. “Sometimes I wonder why you’re still with me..” you whisper, no longer able to push back your tears. “I mean I don’t know what you want from me anymore,” You mutter softly.

He sat their stunned for a moment, “Maybe I want to be alone, but fuck your so clingy and nosey.” He muttered softly. He looked up at you, disgust in his eyes. “You know sometimes I wonder what the hell happened to you at birth to make you this fucked up. We’re you dropped or something?” He screamed. His hands now balled up into fist. You’re scared. You’re not going to lie. As he steps forward you flinch and that brings him back to reality. Instead of saying something he backs off and slams the door. You sit there stunned.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper and leave, grabbing most of your stuff. What ever you can grab at that moment which happens to be your phone, keys, wallet, and jacket. You take a deep breath as you slip on your shoes and leave quietly. Locking the door after yourself.

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

I’m sorry

Your thoughts were all over the place as you got into your car. Grabbing your phone you turn it off. Not wanting any calls or texts. Expecting none, but that just might hurt you more. You take a deep breath and decide to drive nowhere on a random freeway. You start the car and leave.

Hours passed when Sakusa finally came out of the room, “y/n..?” He whispered softly. Now missing you as he didn’t know what he was doing. He looked around and soon realized some of your stuff was gone, and so were you.

He bit his lip running to his room as he called you. “Pick up.. pick up.. pick up..” he whispered.

Heyo! You’ve happened to miss me! I’m sorryyy but I am probably hanging out with my amazing boyfriend. Please leave a message and I’ll call you back soon! Anyways gotta go. I’m going to get in trouble with my boss if he catches me on my phone.

He bit his lip hearing the voicemail. It’s funny, he had never heard it before. Maybe it was because he never called and it was always you. Or maybe because when he did you picked up immediately. Unknowingly tears start to roll down his face. He fucked up. He knows he fucked up.

He lays down on the bed you guys share and just holds your pillow close. Tears rolling down his cheek. He calls again but waits till he can say something. “Y/n.. I’m sorry.. Please pick up. I’m sorry.” He sniffles as his tears fall. “I didn’t mean any of it.. please..” he whimpered softly as he knew it was no use. He ended the call and just cried for a few hours.

When night came he decided not to eat. He wasn’t feeling good as he tried to call you again. Yet not to his surprise he heard the same voicemail. Tears welled up as he heard your soothing voice. He couldn’t believe he made you so scared that you flinched away from him. “Y/n.. baby.. please.. I’m sorry.. I miss you.. I know I sound stupid and you probably want some space.. b..but please..” he hung up. Throwing his phone as he hugged your pillow closer.

At 11 pm you finally make it back. Hoping he is sleeping as you walk in. But to your surprise you can hear soft cries and whimpers coming from the room you share. You bit your lip softly as you gently put your stuff down. Softly taking a deep breath, you gently knock.

“Ba.. Sakusa..” You bite your lip as a couple seconds later you can hear the sound of someone fall or something and then you’re greeted with a tight hug.

“I’m sorry.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry..” he whimpered softly as he just held on to you. “Please don’t go.” Fear was heard clearly in his voice.

You bit your lip. “Baby.. I’m right here.. take a deep breath.. I’m dirty Sakusa you gotta let me go..” you whispered worried how he might react later.

“No..” he whispered softly as he held on tighter. “P..please no..” he was scared.

“Okay okay.. I’ve got you.. no leaving..” you smiled softly as you gently held him. “I’ve got you..” you muttered softly. You gently held him kissing his head. You take off your jacket and make your way to the bed you guys share. Gently sitting down and Sakusa followed.

He hugged on to you immediately as tears flood his eyes. “I’m sorry.. I don’t want you to leave me and stuff.. I didn’t mean any of it..” he whispered softly “I love you so much.” He muttered.

“I love you too baby..” you whispered softly playing with his curly dark hair. “I didn’t mean to worry you okay.. I’m sorry baby..” you mumble softly.

“It’s my fault.. I got angry and I started yelling and.. a..and I wanted to show you how mad I was.. and I started to scream at you and I said that I didn’t want you to be so clingy.. I didn’t mean that. I missed you and when I went to find you I couldn’t.. and it scared me and I know I fucked it. And I know I shouldn’t have done that. When I saw you finch I didn’t know.. I..I just thought about how terrible I was acting and stuff..” he whispered softly. “When I tried to call you.. you didn’t pick up and then I heard your voicemail.. and I don’t know I just..” he was crying into your chest as he held on.

“Shush.. I’ve got you.. I’m sorry baby.. I know.. it was my fault okay? You didn’t mean too. I touched your stuff and I didn’t think about how you would feel.” You whispered softly, kissing his head softly. “I didn’t mean to worry you.. and you know I wouldn’t ever just leave you without saying anything. I won’t do that to you..” you whispered as he closed his eyes and just held on. “I’ve got you and won’t let you go I promise..” you whispered softly while holding him.

“I love you..” he whispered softly as he looked up to you. Tears in his eyes. “I love you so much..” he whispered.

“I love you too darling..” you smile softly. Holding him till he falls asleep. Once he does you close your eyes and fall asleep too.

Iwaizumi

He got jealous easily. Everyone knew that. He was the type to act on his jealousy. Not only that, but he acted upon them in irrotational ways. So when he heard that you were hanging out with a coworker, it wasn't an extreme surprise that he made a huge deal about it. Starting an argument as soon as you get back.

"Just tell me who the fuck he is!" He screamed, his voice echoed in the hallway. You weren’t even inside yet and he was already acting as if he was going to kill someone.

"Can I even just come in?" you look up at him. You’re clearly annoyed which might just make him more upset.

"Oh okay just come inside! Would you like something to drink too?” He said sarcastically.���Oh wait you went and had coffee already with this 'coworker'!" He screamed as you pushed your way through the door.

When you turn to him the door is already shut and he is waiting for an answer. “It’s a coworker I don’t need to repeat myself, and I won’t. I’m not going to not hang out with people because you want me too!” You scream. Here’s the thing. Your so fucking sick and tired of him pushing you around. You used to take his shit but a month or two ago you started to respond. There’s no fucking reason for his shit.

“Ya you know what. Maybe I would be okay with it if it wasn’t taking up our time together!” He screamed and at this point nobody is really understanding what the other is saying.

“Our time? Our time?! How fucking dare you. You’re always at work! I don’t get a word out before you kick me out of our office!” You look at him in annoyance.

“My work is something I can’t just ignore! So I don’t understand why you keep bringing it up! Your fucking coworker can wait can’t they? I mean you knew I was off today! Did the whole fucking date just skim over your head?” He screamed. Now everything sorta just clicks.

“Wait ba-” but before you can finish he had already left the room. A few brief seconds pass by and you are met with the sound of a door slamming. “Fuck..” you muttered softly.

A few minutes go by and you come to the idea that he wants some time alone. You are just coming home, and are already ready to leave. So you slip on your shoes and leave. Locking the door after you head out to go get some for him, full of his favorite snacks and stuff. Knowing full well that wouldn’t fix it but maybe it could make him a bit happier.

When you get to your car you get a pop up from your reminders app. You feel a wave of tears. “Fuck,” you muttered throwing your phone to the next seat over as you start to drive.

It takes about half an hour for him to notice you’re not there anymore. He doesn’t hear your footsteps or anything as he gets up to check. After a moment or two he knows you left for sure. “Fucking shit. Misses our date and then leaves..” he muttered softly as he headed to the shared room.

You arrived getting a few things as you don’t think about anything other than how to make him happy.

After an hour or two more he bit his lip softly now a bit worried if you’re okay. But he doesn’t call waiting an hour before he does so.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

Hello! It seems like you have sadly missed me. I can call you back as soon as possible! Just please leave a message! Bye bye!

It takes him a moment before he opts just to hang up. When he does he releases a shaky breath.

An hour later you get back with some stuff gently placing the stuff down as you take off your jacket and shoes.

Iwaizumi hears you scrambling up and running over. A sigh of relief falls as he sees you standing there. “Thank god..” he muttered softly, walking up to you.

You look over unsure what to say as you feel his arms tightly wrap around you. “I’m.. I’m sorry Hajime…” you whispered softly as tears welled up. You hugged him tight as you felt terrible. “I’m sorry…” you whisper again.

“Hey it’s okay.. I know you didn’t mean to.. I just.. I was upset because it feels like sometimes when I do make time for you something happens.. like last time and shit. But when I don’t it always seems like you’re free and I thought we knew we were both open today and I woke up without you there and then I found out you were having coffee with someone and everything just started crashing down you know..?” He whispered softly.

“I know baby.. I know.. I’m sorry.” You whisper as you hear soft cries come from him. “I’ve got you.. okay? I promise next time I will remember.. I know I messed up okay? You didn’t deserve that..” you whispered as he kinda just stays quiet and holds on. “I got you some goodies baby…” you whisper.

“Please don’t leave like that again.. it made me worried..” he whispered now finally telling you. “I thought you left for good..” he muttered softly, holding you “you didn’t respond to my calls either..” he whispered softly.

“I’m sorry baby.. I won’t.. and you know I wouldn’t do that to you.. I love you too much for that okay?” You bit your lip as you listened “I didn’t see them.. I’ll check why later.. okay? I’m sorry,” you whisper and kiss his head holding him close. Soon enough he drags you to your shared bed to cuddle.

“I love you..” he whispered softly, holding on.

“I love you too Hajime,” you smiled softly, kissing him. Soon enough he fell asleep, the stress finally lifted off his shoulders. You were in his arms again. That’s all that mattered.

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[alister312]

stan my boy stan

STAN!! 🥺 boyo…… of course let’s dive into him

(linking the ask thing for reference since it’s been a hot sec since i reblogged it)

Sexuality headcanon: that man is so absolutely bisexual it’s insane. maybe with a female/feminine lean? which I think it what makes it hard for him to realize initially that he’s bi. he assumes everyone is attracted to all genders at least a little bit but when they have a preference towards one they say they’re gay or straight. once he learns this is not the case he has an “oh I’ve actually known I was bi for a long time then” moment

Gender headcanon: cis man… i have seen some neat instances of people making him amab nonbinary but it’s just not a headcanon I fully embrace myself 😅

A ship I have with said character: as style is my Kyle OTP, so too is it my Stan OTP 💕 it’s very hard for me to imagine those two being with another person. however, there are a couple other Stan ships I enjoy! for instance, I appreciate a good non-end game stendy/stendyl and honestly, I’ve got a soft spot for stary!! unlike Kyle, though, it’s much harder for me to get attached to non-style Stan ships

A BROTP I have with said character: broship stolkien is actually something that can mean so much me…… it’s the only good thing the tegridy seasonal rot has brought us. i also really love the idea of Stan and Clyde being really good friends! especially in instances where they’re on the same football team, like Clyde is the ultimate hype man before every game and Stan really appreciates the energy he brings. also they are the true equivalents in the main 5 v catg. respect to everyone who thinks Stan and Craig are each other’s counterparts but they are wrong.

A NOTP I have with said character: honestly if I didn’t mention it as a Stan ship I enjoy before assume it’s a NOTP 😔 there’s exceptions to that statement but I don’t love them enough to name them… you can assume if I’ve reblogged content with it in the past I enjoy it and if I haven’t, I don’t! probably one of my least favorite Stan ships I’ve seen in a fic though was Stan/Tricia. that whole fic was a hot fuckin mess but that ship was definitely a stand out worst part of it.

A random headcanon: I think Stan is one of those dads (yes dad, he has such good father energy he can’t not be a dad someday) that has, like, one interesting dish he’s perfected and then outside of that he can only grill and make pasta and breakfast foods. it’s not that he doesn’t try to learn to cook other foods but he just never gets the hang of it. if he tries to make something that’s not that in his repertoire, he has to read a recipe at every single step.

General opinion over said character: Stan is an absolute golden retriever of a man, America’s sweetheart, perfect handsome boy. he’s never done anything wrong in his life and that’s just cold hard facts. someone please get him away from his father and into some therapy tho bc good lord those are the #1 things his current self needs.

[uwuwriting]

Tamaki and Mirio when their girlfriend over works herself

Request: Um since you are dying bc of school and I feel for you I present to you my comfort request for Mirio and tamaki dealing with their girlfriend when she over works herself. Remember to stay hydrated and to get some sleep. - anonymous

Umm comfort content is best content if I do say so myself. I’m trying to get my shit in line and I’m failing miserably. YAY. We stan a disaster of a writer. But yeh anyways. Hope you enjoy. Love ya.💖💖💖

rules 

masterlist 

warnings: stress and exhaustion, fluff and comfort.

Amajiki Tamaki

-He has seen the way you have been stressing over your grades lately. 

-He knows that it’s your last year and everything is piling up, hero studies and training plus the extra load of work your teachers give you. 

-The thing is you always get everything done on time and he has never seen you working so hard and non stop before. 

-It kinda scares him. 

-He holds himself back from saying anything, afraid of over stepping and offending you or making you angry which trust me was impossible.

-You could never be angry at him he is baby. 

-His tipping point came on a Friday morning when he came down from his room only to find you still perched on the same spot he had left you last night. 

-Multiple cups of coffee were scattered all around you and he could hear your music blasting through your headphones. 

-You must have put it on full blast in hopes of staying awake. 

-He knows that sometimes you would pull all nighters in order to get some extra work done and as lond as those one nighters were far in between he was okay with it. 

-He himself did it sometimes. 

-But he knew that this was the fourth one this month and the second one this week. 

-Taking off your headphones, completely ignoring your whines of protest he pulled you up circling one arm around your waist and holding you close while the other one started gathering your stuff. 

-After your fair share of kisses and a healthy breakfast he waited for you to get dressed. 

-He kept an eye on you the whole day and would snatch any book out of your hands during your breaks, his shyness replaced by pure and flaming concern. 

-After class he led you to his room and set you on his bed, wrapping you up in a blanket like a smol burrito and putting on a movie. 

-I kid you not, the moment your head met his chest you fell asleep. 

-And you wouldn’t wake up!

-He thought you died.

-Thankfully after a 14 hour nap you woke up, refreshed and dehydrated asking Tamaki if he wanted to go out today. 

-For a split second he half expected you to go back to studying but your idea of a date was a pleasant surprise. 

-And who was he to say no to you????

-Your date was really fun and Tamaki was heppy to see some color returne to your cheeks. 

-He knew that you got stressed easily and he would always try to find a way to help you. 

-He just couldn’t let the love of his life wither away in the hands of that damned calculus homework or those biology essays. 

Togata Mirio

*I swear to GOD I’ll get this tattooed on my BACK*

-Here is someone who isn’t as observant as Tamaki. 

-It takes him a few days to realize that you are overdoing it with the homework. 

-In reality it takes a date rejection. 

-It was a beautiful day outside and he wanted to have a picnic with his best girls, you and Eri.

-He had everything set up and made an overly dramatic invitation but was shot down by a very VERY exhausted no I have to study. 

-Boy started watching you like a hawk after that. 

-Then he noticed your patern. 

-You would sleep for about an hour after class, thinking you were making up for the hours you were missin during the night and then you would sit down in your room and wouldn’t get up until well into the night. 

-To be precise your light would go off at 3 am. 

-Boyo is huh devestated. 

-His baby is basically killing herself wth. 

-So he will just insert himself into your study sessions. 

-Since he knows how hard you are working and how much you want to succeed he can’t just straight up ask you to stop studying, that would be unfair. 

-What he could do though was help you with small breaks. 

-He would bring you bento boxes and your favorite snacks, would buy your favorite drinks and would ask you to take a walk with him every few hours. or generally spend some time with him. 

-He of course explained to you that he was worried about your health with the amount of studying you were doing. 

- “It’s not health babe.”

-He would ask you to talk to him, tell him your worries and rant to him about overwhelming projects, say something stupid you saw or play that new song that randomly popped up in your playlist. 

-He would help you get your mind off things for some time giving you the energy you needed in order to go back to studying. 

-The only thing that he would be adamant about was your sleeping schedule. 

-He literally migrated to your room but because your bed is kinda small he moved you to his instead. 

-After midnight he will always get up and just yeet your textbook out of your grasp picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder, making his way to his bathroom to get you ready. 

-Then he would just plop you onto his bed and fall asleep.

-Try to get up during the night to secretly study I dare you. 

-This man senses EVERYTHING you cannot hide child. 

-So just go to sleep. 

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[tameila]

April Week Two Albums.

April 11th: Ma Fleur, The Cinematic Orchestra

familiarity: Was in the mood for some orchestral flourishes on this fine Monday and went, “You know what always sounded right up my alley but I only ever listened to one of their songs? The Cinematic Orchestra”. So, anyway, here we are!

favorite(s) before listen: To Build a Home

favorite(s) after listen: To Build a Home, That Home, Music Box, Time and Space

April 12th: London Calling, The Clash

familiarity: I would say that I know all of The Clash’s hits  but I have never sat down and actually listened to one of their albums. recommended by @jabletown​ 

favorite(s) before listen: London Calling, Lost in the Supermarket

favorite(s) after listen: London Calling, Lost in the Supermarket, Hateful, Wrong ‘Em Boyo

April 13th: Wet Leg, Wet Leg

familiarity: This album popped up in my Spotify recommendations and, after also having them pushed to me through my tiktok algorithms, it felt like a good time to check ‘em out

favorite(s) before listen: N/A

favorite(s) after listen: Chaise Longue, Angelica, Wet Dream, Ur Mom, Too Late Now

standout lyric: that part in “Ur Mom” where she’s like,”I’ve been working on my loudest and longest scream”? cathartic. wish that were me.

April 14th: ¡Viva la Cobra!, Cobra Starship

familiarity: Foreseeing a rough end to the week, I decided to revisit another old pop punk haunt that was also recommended to me by my best friend. Cobra Starship was never amongst my “favorites” of their era, but I saw them open for FoB once and their songs that I did love I loved very much, so it felt only natural that I should give them the “lemme see if I was missing something” treatment. Also, I meant to start with their first album but only realized halfway through this one that I’d chosen the wrong one. I was just eager to hear “Kiss My Sass”. That’s their best song.

favorite(s) before listen: The City Is at War, Guilty Pleasure, Kiss My Sass**, Damn You Look Good and I’m Drunk

favorite(s) after listen: The City Is at War, Guilty Pleasure, Kiss My Sass**, Angie, Prostitution Is the World’s Oldest Profession, My Moves Are White (White Hot, That Is)

additional notes: I love “Damn You Look Good and I’m Drunk”. I do. That “S-C-A-N-D to the A to the L-O-U-S” chant? iconic. but it has been forcibly removed from my favorites because I just can’t stomach the transphobia of the “VIP party boys” interlude these days

April 15th: While the City Sleeps, We Rule the Streets; Cobra Starship

familiarity: Cobra Starship’s New Jersey energy is so strong that, even though I never knew that they were from New Jersey...I knew.

favorite(s) before listen: Send My Love to the Dancefloor, Bring It (Snakes on a Plane)

favorite(s) after listen: Send My Love to the Dancefloor, Bring It (Snakes on a Plane), The Kids Are All Fucked Up, Keep It Simple

additional notes: I feel like this first album was very run-of-the-mill, standard pop punk. Like, if I didn’t know it was a Cobra Starship album, nothing about the lyrics or sound would have stood out to me as being their style. Their personality as a group really jumped out in their next two albums.

April 16th: Hot Mess, Cobra Starship

favorite(s) before listen: Good Girls Go Bad, Hot Mess

favorite(s) after listen: Good Girls Go Bad, Hot Mess, Nice Guys Finish Last, Pete Wentz is the Only Reason We’re Famous, Living in the Sky with Diamonds

April 17th: Night Shades, Cobra Starship

favorite(s) before listen: You Make Me Feel...

favorite(s) after listen: You Make Me Feel..., Anything for Love, Don’t Blame the World It’s the DJ’s Fault, Fucked in Love

additional notes: I never really got into this album and, if I had to guess, it’s because this album felt like a more matured version of their first and let go of the more campy, playful style that they embraced with their two middle albums. I just feel like this album had nothing to offer that I couldn’t get from any other pop punk album. A decent listen, but it’s a shame that this is the album that they finished off on.

[deniigi]

will we be getting anyting spooky for this year? "ain't afraid of no ghost!" fed my halloween loving soul.

hi!!

I’m a little burnt out with writing right now, BUT I do have a piece from the Selkie Verse that’s a little bit ghostly/scary. I can’t remember if I posted it here already or not, but I’ll give it to you (again?)

It’s like 8k so be prepared!

Title: ember ghosts

Summary: Flash forces Peter, Ned, and MJ to go ghost hunting in a local cemetery. Peter decides to add a little pizzazz to this trip in the form of Resident Dead Hero Jack Murdock to get back at Flash. Things, as they are wont, go terribly wrong.

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Matt’s new coat was white and incredibly heavy; Peter learned that last part upon dragging MJ and Ned over to catch Matt in the act of grooming it.

He barked at them and the volume of the sound locked Peter into place for a minute before he came back to himself and hustled in to go flop down next to Matt and ask him if he needed help first, and then secondly, if his dad was busy.

Matt felt for his chin and then jerked his face close.

“What business do you have with him?” he asked.

Stories about baby seals, obviously.

Matt tossed him away.

“You’re not borrowing my father’s spirit to scare Flash,” he said.

MJ and Ned came over to join the pleading session.

“But Mr. Murdock’s the biggest ghost ever,” Peter lamented.

“He’s a normal sized spirit, not a ghost,” Matt sniffed at him as he gathered up his fur rug from the floor and started picking through it in his lap.

The gesture he used was mesmerizing. He dragged the fur back the wrong way until he found something he didn’t like, then used the last three fingers on his hand to scrape at it until it was vanquished. He pulled his whole hand over the place again and carried on down the stripe he was making until he found another knot or bit of dirt or something to scratch at.

“Can I try?” Ned asked.

Matt’s face jerked his way and he dragged even more of the coat into his lap.

“No touching,” he said.

“I thought Foggy’s coat was the white one?” MJ asked.

Matt gathered his coat even further in offense.

“It will shed,” he said. “It is a new coat.”

“It’s baby fur,” Peter told the others. “Foggy said—”

He got a face full of baby fur and could now confirm that it was soft and fluffy and amazing. He could sleep in this.

“It’s a new coat,” Matt emphasized. “Annoying me will not unlock access to my old man.”

Boo on you, sealman.

“I’m gonna ask your mom then,” Peter declared.

He got yanked down before he was even all the way up.

Matt held his chin again.

“He’s a spirit,” he said. “And a hero. Say it with me.”

“He’s a spirit and a hero,” Peter repeated.

Matt shoved him away.

“If you ask him very nicely, he might be interested in having some time away from the church. But not too long. He can’t be away from Mum for too long, you hear?”

That was permission.

“We hear,” Peter promised. “Should we bring Sister Maggie an offering?”

Matt huffed and stood up. He left his pile of coat behind him and the urge to pet it behind his back was insurmountable. Peter met Ned and MJ’s eyes and bounced his brows. MJ shook her head.

Matt returned from the table and held something out towards the coat. MJ leaned forward and plucked it out of his hand.

“A comb?” she asked.

“Tell her its teeth are too wide,” Matt said. “Go get a bouquet of flowers—no roses, Peter. Go for hyssop if you can find it.”

Copy that.

“Be gone with you.”

“You’re my favorite teammate,” Peter said.

“I said begone,” Matt sniffed.

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 “You think he should have just kept it anyways?” MJ asked on the way to May’s friend Tonya’s place.

Ned took the comb from her and held it up to the sun.

“What do you think it’s made out of?” he asked.

Knowing the selkies? Probably teeth.

The other two stared at Peter.

He shrugged.

“Johnny says selkies are obsessed with guarding their teeth,” he said. “So maybe it’s whale bone or something.”

Ned huffed.

“Maybe it’s turtle shell,” he said.

Maybe.

“Why not roses?” MJ asked Peter.

Oh, well that was easy enough.

“There’s not really a kind of rose that isn’t a curse for Mr. Murdock,” he said. “It’s all friendship this, scorned lover that. And from the sounds of it, he doesn’t like them. Hyssop is a sacrifice flower, so you know. It’s an offering for both him and Sister Maggie.”

MJ tapped at her lip.

“Do you think we should cover our basis with a can of sardines, too?” she asked.

Well, it couldn’t hurt.

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 Tonya, upon learning that the flowers Peter was seeking were to be given to a ‘selkie and her young man’ (in her words) went a little overboard.

She stuffed the hyssop in as an afterthought among a tryptic of sunflowers in a bed of bursting blue cornflowers. She mused on a pink rose or two to top the whole thing off, until Peter informed her that the son of the recipients had warned against it.

She said hollyhock would have to do, and then she gave Peter a basket of herbs for drying back home. She said to leave them outside when he went in to talk to the selkie.

Tonya’s apprentice said nothing the whole time and stared at Peter like he was scum while she snipped the low leaves off the stems of black-eyed susans. Peter resolutely didn’t look at her or her fancy, pale-eyed familiar.

She was a poser, anyways.

“Tell me how it goes,” Tonya hummed, draping herself across the desk and humming. “I wish I could bag a selkie. Imagine it, Missy. Strong handsome man comes up from the banks and—”

“The banks of the Hudson, Ms. Rice?” Missy said scathingly.

Tonya considered this then shrugged.

“He’s shower first,” she said.

Peter and the others said bye.

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 Sister Maggie was suspicious of the flowers. But to be fair, she was suspicious of pretty much everything. She accepted the comb back much more comfortably.

“You want Jackie?” she asked once that was done.

“Yes, ma’am,” Peter said.

“What for?”

A reckoning.

“One of our classmates is a jerk,” MJ said. “He’s forcing everyone in our club to go ghost-hunting with him even though no one wants to. So we thought we’d give him a run for his money, but we didn’t want to like, disturb anyone or raise the dead or whatever.”

Sister Maggie’s eyebrow arched and Peter swore that she was going to start in for a lecture. He braced himself.

It did not come.

“That’s considerate of you,” she said instead. “How long do you need him for?”

“Like, just a few hours? Fourish?” MJ said.

“Let me ask him,” Sister Maggie said. “I think he’ll be interested, he’s been rolling balls back to the wains all day. It’s only fun for the first five times.”

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 Mr. Murdock was a good four inches taller than Matt and around forty or fifty pounds heavier. He looked like he could carry all the babies at St. Agnes’s all at the same time if he wanted to. But, having seen the guy in action (i.e. hopelessly lost in the tunnels of the great seanchaidh), Peter now knew that he was kind of a St. Bernard burdened with a troublesome wife and son.

“Have fun,” Sister Maggie said.

Mr. Murdock huffed at her and said that he ‘shan’t’ and it made her laugh as she closed the door behind them all.

“I’m not a ghost,” he told Peter, ignoring the other two’s shock and awe.

“A spirit,” Peter said. “Yeah, I know. But Flash is a dick and you don’t like bullies, right?”

Mr. Murdock’s jaw worked.

“What kind of bully, now?” he asked.

“He calls us names and talks shit behind our backs and runs into me on purpose in the hall during passing period,” Peter said.

“Easy fix for that,” Matt’s dad said with a hand wave.

“Mr. Murdock, I can’t fight him. I’ll break him in half,” Peter said. “Fighting is only for spiders.”

Mr. Murdock did not understand. That was okay, he and Matt only understood the language of hitting people. It was genetic.

“If you can just like, do the glowy thing right behind him tonight when we go to this crypt, that would be super helpful,” Peter said.

“You glow?” Ned asked Mr. Murdock.

Mr. Murdock was not convinced.

“How will me standing over a guy get him to stop bullying you?” he asked.

That…was maybe a fair point.

“It’ll scare him,” Ned said. “And it’ll be all his fault and everyone will blame him and he’ll feel stupid for having made everyone go along with his dumb idea.”

Mr. Murdock considered him and then looked back to Peter.

“Just go with it,” Peter said. “It’s a teenager thing. It’s how we keep each other humble.”

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 Mr. Murdock didn’t want to wait with them until nightfall. He wanted to be with Matt. That was his second favorite place to be, apparently, after hanging around Sister Maggie, but Peter got the feeling that Matt would talk Mr. Murdock out of some good, honest revenge and into some Catholic guilt if they were stuck together. So he gave him the next best thing.

Foggy was basically a vengeful spirit.

He laughed really hard at the idea of Mr. Murdock going around scaring kids in a cemetery.

“No, no,” he said. “Here, you must—Jack, can you hold things?”

Peter snapped his head back to Mr. Murdock.

“Some,” Mr. Murdock said.

“How much can you lift?” Foggy asked.

Mr. Murdock squinted at him.

“I don’t like the question,” he said.

Foggy abandoned them all to go dig through one of his kitchen drawers. He came back with tiny bottle and held it out to Peter.

“Mix it with some lamp oil,” he said.

Peter took the bottle.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Ask not what you don’t want the answer to,” Foggy said. “Just mixy-mix, boyo. Here, I’ve even got a lantern around here somewhere. Jack, we need to dress you for the part.”

Peter paused and turned to look up at Mr. Murdock’s dark eyes and thick hair.

Dress? Him?

You could dress a spirit?

“Why not?” Foggy said. “You, my dear sir, need a coat and a flatcap.”

Mr. Murdock’s whole expression dropped.

“I’m not playing some ghostly lighthouse man in the middle of New York City,” he said.

“You are,” Foggy said seriously. “For your people, Jack. Think about your people. And fix that accent, I know you’ve got a brogue in you.”

 Peter took Mr. Murdock home with him when he and the others split off to reconvene at the cemetery at 8 o’clock. Mr. Murdock rode the train like a champ. It was cramped from the rush hour traffic and Peter entertained himself by watching Mr. Murdock lay his hands tenderly on top of those belonging to douchebags who were plenty tall enough to hold onto the upper bar but who couldn’t be assed to look away from their phones to realize this.

One guy yelped at Mr. Murdock’s touch on his knuckles and ripped his hand off, only to see nothing there. Everyone around him stared at him.

He coughed and reached up for the overhead rail.

Mr. Murdock abandoned him to squeeze through the carriage to the back. He found a pregnant woman standing beside a group of teenagers all listening to music. Peter watched as he inspected the lady’s phone in her hand and then her face. He tapped on the top of the phone so it fell right out of her loose grip, and the woman jumped. The kids all startled at the sound of the phone hitting the ground and two jumped up to pick it up for her. One offered her his seat.

She thanked them and carefully, carefully sat down.

Mr. Murdock watched this with no expression.

Peter swallowed a giggle.

Jonathan ‘Jack’ Murdock. Lighthouse Ghost Impersonator and Subway Manners Enforcer.

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 “Oh, hey there, long time no see,” May said to Mr. Murdock when Peter got home. “You’re going with Pete and the others tonight?”

Mr. Murdock said nothing.

Peter recounted his poltergeist from earlier for him. May thought it was just delightful.

“I told him to take Johnny,” she said. “But you might be even better.”

“They should just fight it out,” Mr. Murdock said.

“Mm. School authorities won’t go for it,” May said. “So I’m afraid we must stoop to witchcraft.”

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 Mr. Murdock didn’t know the full glory of Youtube, so Peter spent the next few hours snacking and showing him clips of old vines. Then, when it was time to go, he turned to google how to use an oil lamp. Mr. Murdock watched him struggle for a good five minutes before reaching over him and showing him how.

“Did you and Matt not have electricity in Ireland?” Peter asked him.

Mr. Murdock huffed.

“No, I just uh. I guess I had an interest in maritime shit since I was a kid.”

Ohhh.

“Is that how you met Sister Maggie?” Peter asked.

Mr. Murdock’s lip quirked up a little.

“No,” he said. “But we got there anyways, didn’t we?”

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 “Do you not like roses?” Peter asked him on the way to the train station.

“They all smell like soap,” Mr. Murdock said as he followed Peter down the steps to the station. He was wearing the hat that Foggy had impressed on him. It was a strange thing; Foggy had marked it with a piece of chalk under the brim before handing it over and it seemed to have made it ghost-apparel. He didn’t have a big scary coat, but he did have a scarf and between that and the hat and the lantern, Mr. Murdock was plenty old-timey lighthouse man.

“Not all of them,” Peter said. “Some smell like lemon.”

“That’s what they want you to think,” Mr. Murdock said over the heads of folks by the train. “S’all soap.”

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 “Did you every hunt for ghosts when you were a kid?” Peter asked when they were approaching the gates of the meeting place. May had given him a bag full of offerings to place on graves when people he was with weren’t looking. Some mandarin oranges and little bouquets of lavender and zinnias with sprigs of baby’s breath. They were pretty. Peter had something like twenty in among the fruit.

“No, the dead never bothered me half as much as the living,” Mr. Murdock said.

That sounded kind of angsty.

“How did you become a hero?” Peter asked.

“Kind of a long, boring story,” Mr. Murdock said. “The short of it, I guess, is that I did a lot of shit for the fae and they appreciated it.”

“Johnny’s starstruck of you,” Peter pointed out. “He thinks you’re like, super cool. He told me you smell really good.”

Mr. Murdock glanced down at him.

“It’s a sign of status for the fae to be attached to a hero,” he said.

Oh???

“Am I a hero? Does Johnny get a boost from being with me?” Peter asked.

Mr. Murdock shrugged.

“You’re both pretty young to be able to know or tell,” he said. “And you’re a witch. So unless you’re a hero-witch, I got nothin’ for you.”

Ah, well. It was worth a shot.

“There’s Ned, that’s our cue. Here, you can take the lantern. I’ll point Flash out to you,” Peter said.

Mr. Murdock took the lantern Peter held out to him without complaint while Peter fumbled through his pockets for a lighter.

He held it out.

“Do you want me to light it or are you okay?” he asked.

“You light it,” Mr. Murdock said. “This is heavy for me in this shape.”

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-

 Mr. Murdock took the lantern and left Peter to go meet MJ and Ned. The light had vanished by the time Peter looked back.

“I think Mr. Murdock’s a little sad,” he told the others.

“Ghost separation anxiety?” MJ offered.

“Maybe it’s harder for him to be with people who aren’t his family. Maybe he’s tired,” Ned said.

Yeah, maybe.

“Or maybe he’s a softie who doesn’t like scaring people,” MJ said. “But that means that Matt got his nonsense gene from the nun side.”

It wasn’t implausible.

“Hey, are you guys coming?” Abe tossed back at them. He was prepared with two flashlights and a backpack with a bulky mobile charger in his pocket. He’d said that he wasn’t falling for ‘any ghost shit’ that night and no one was making any ‘dumbass mistakes’ on his watch.

Peter thought that Abe might try to punch Mr. Murdock in the gut. He and MJ agreed to separate him from Flash as soon as possible.

 ---

--

-

 Flash insisted on leading the charge—of course he did. Peter hung back a ways so that he could set offerings on graves. Ned told kept reminding him that he didn’t have to do it for every single one, and obviously Peter knew that. But some of the graves deserved stones on them and a quick prayer. That was just being polite.

Flash caught him at it and asked him if he was scared. Peter told him to mind his own business.

“We’re here to find ghosts, not feed them,” Flash volleyed back.

Peter pointed at him in a way that he hoped was dramatic enough for Mr. Murdock to catch sight of it from wherever he was.

“If they’re eatin’ these, they aren’t eatin’ me,” he said. He offered Flash an orange. “You want one?”

Ned snickered.

“You’re not funny, Parker,” Flash sighed. His breath clouded around him. “Come on, it’s not too much further.”

 ---

--

-

 The ‘crypt’ was actually a mausoleum, as Peter had expected. It was tall and made of stone and Peter could tell immediately that it was of no one of import to the local necromancers.

Even the vultures had declared the folks in this one too boring for their rituals. It was probably a family thing. A bunch of folks who were ordinary but devout. Maybe they had a little money and chose to spend it in death.

Everyone had their own thing.

Peter had oranges and flowers, for example. He snuck around the corner to set one onto the ground by the stone.

His breath puffed out around it and misted away and Peter paused before standing up out of his stoop. He could feel a breeze on his cheeks. He looked up and around.

“Mr. Murdock?” he breathed.

Nothing.

No lantern light.

“You’re not my ghost,” Peter whispered. “I’m just leavin’ a snack, okay?”

The breeze seemed to vanish.

Cool.

“Don’t mind my spirit friend. He’s big and kinda glowy, but he’s not one of you,” Peter said.

“Peter?”

He glanced over his shoulder.

“I’ve gotta go,” he said. “But this other idiot is gonna try to climb onto your grave. Sorry about him. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of it.”

The leaves at his feet blew up and scattered around the orange.

“No problem.” Peter said. “Bye now.”

He hurried back to the others.

 ---

--

-

 The main problem was that none of them knew how roman numerals worked and, surrounded by ghosts, looking it up on the internet was kind of challenging.

MJ and Ned gave Peter pointed looks when he came back to join them.

They knew Peter could read roman numerals. He was assigned the task of keeping his mouth shut without anyone having to tell him.

“Maybe they don’t want to be read,” Felicia said.

“Correct,” Abe agreed. “No reading. I can’t read. None of us can read. This is a blessing of ignorance, given to us by the Lord.”

Flash stared at them.

“X is ten,” he deadpanned.

“Damnit, Flash,” Abe said.

“What’s L?” Flash said. “And M?”

“Code,” Ned chimed in.

He got flat eyebrows all around.

“We live in the twenty-first century,” Flash told the stone. “Just use normal numbers like everyone else.”

The wind kicked up a bit in offense.

“Alright, well, now what?” Abe said. “Not a single ghost so far. Only a creepy stone in a creepy yard with a creepy—oh shit. Turn off the light.”

Say what now?

“Keeper,” Abe snapped over his shoulder, pointing away from them towards a floating light. “Turn ‘em off or we’ll get kicked out.”

Oh.

The lantern.

Peter joined the others in turning off their lights and hiding on the other side of the mausoleum.

“You’d have thought it would be too late for working,” Felicia whispered.

“It’s a graveyard,” MJ whispered back. “The time you need the most coverage is night.”

“Are they still there?” Abe asked.

Flash peeked out from around the stone.

“No,” he said.

Peter untensed his shoulders and stepped out.

“What if it’s not a keeper?” he asked. “What if it’s a—”

“Huh-uh. No,” Abe snapped. “We’re not asking stupid questions tonight, remember, Parker? I specifically said this not 10 minutes ago. No stupid questions.”

Abe had seen a few horror movies, it would seem.

“Alright, alright. No stupid questions,” Peter said. “It’s just—that doesn’t look like a flashlight to me.”

Ned made a show of looking around.

“It’s gone, it doesn’t look like anything to anyone,” he said.

“This is exciting,” Felicia anxiety-giggled.

“It’s not,” MJ sighed. “Well, we’re already here. Might as well keep going.”

The others all turned towards her.

“Wait, you mean, go further?” Flash asked.

MJ shrugged.

“We’re only like, part of the way in,” she said.

Peter surveyed the space beyond their current alley of monuments. The light from the two floodlights at the gated entrance was already weak. Further out, there wouldn’t be light until they hit the war memorial way, way in the back.

That was a plenty big enough stretch.

“Guys? Did it get foggy?” Felicia asked.

Peter shivered.

He had about ten oranges left and an equal number of flower packets.

Welp.

“Let’s go,” he said. “Before it rolls in thicker.”

 ---

--

-

 The grass seemed to get wetter and wetter with every yard and Peter had started to see things out of the corners of his eyes. Shadows. Little flickers of light.

He felt MJ’s fingers sink into his jacket sleeve as he watched an extra set of legs follow behind them in the jerky shadows jostled around by the flashlights.

Abe froze twice, each time to take a deep steady breath and to remind himself that he was not asking stupid questions.

Flash laughed at him, but the sound was strained and a little hysterical. Felicia had grabbed ahold of one of each of their arms up ahead. Ned touched Peter’s shoulder.

“Where is he?” he whispered.

Peter shrugged.

“He’s lantern man,” he said. “We’ll see him.”

“In the mist?”

Mmmm. Okay maybe they should have brought Johnny after all.

 ---

--

-

 They were halfway to the war memorial when the lights above it suddenly went out. MJ’s fingers dug deep into Peter’s sleeve. Ned gasped.

“Dude,” Flash’s voice said in the dark. “That’s not cool. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t you talk to it,” Abe snapped. “Don’t you dare talk to it. Just walk. Don’t ask questions. Just walk.”

Peter felt wind against his cheeks. He shivered.

Mr. Murdock wouldn’t fuck with the lights, would he? Was he that strong?

Peter thought he was supposed to be a spirit, not a ghost. And he’d seemed kind of tired earlier. Surely he hadn’t fallen asleep or something, right?

There was a loud rustle to the right of their group and Peter jumped, which made MJ jump, which made Felicia yelp.

The rustle carried on. It was punctuated with a horrible, wet-sounding slap all of the sudden.

“Wh—what was that?” Flash asked.

Another slap rang out, then another. Followed by the sound of something dropping into leaves. Something…heavy.

“Nice try, slugger,” Mr. Murdock growled.

Actually growled. Like an angry tiger or something.

Peter shivered hard.

This guy hadn’t been scared at all. He’d been preparing himself.

To fight.

Fuck.  

Abort mission. Abort, abort, abort.

“We need to leave,” Peter said sharply.

“Agreed,” MJ said.

“Yep,” Ned said.

“You speak my language finally,” Abe said. “About-face and—”

“Don’t move,” Mr. Murdock said dangerously.

Peter felt his body turn to ice.

“Who’s there?” Flash asked.

“They’re mine,” Mr. Murdock rumbled. “Hands off, ya fuckin’ lowlife. Yeah, get back to your hole. Go on.”

Oh, okay.

Fun times with the undead. Peter should have brought holy water.

“Wh—who’s there?” Flash asked again in a cracking voice.

The sound of metal clanking met them and then an orange flash crackled into sight. And there was Mr. Murdock. Six foot two and missing his hat. He looked huge and solid and his shoulders glowed ever so slightly.

Flash and Felicia and Abe gasped.

“Y’all better be moving along,” Mr. Murdock said, meeting Peter’s eyes seriously.

“Are—are you a ghost?” Felicia whispered.

Mr. Murdock flicked his eyes down at her and they didn’t reflect the light from the lantern.

“Folks call me ‘Jack,’” he said, holding out the lantern. “Or they used to. Nowadays, the little ones call me ‘John.’ This is a ritual grounds tonight, kids. Bad night for a hunt for the living. Go on, I’ll see you out. Take this; your lights won’t work.”

MJ took out her flashlight and it clicked as she turned it on and then off.

“What kind of ritual?” Peter asked.

Mr. Murdock’s lips thinned.

“Go,” he said.

Peter’s chest expanded.

“Where are they?” he asked.

Mr. Murdock shook his head.

“Go,” he said again. “This isn’t for you, little witch.”

Peter heard the others’ shape intakes of air, but he held firm.

“You’re a spirit,” he said. “You can’t stop them.”

Mr. Murdock sighed and his shoulders fell slowly.

“I’m not just a spirit,” he said. “I’m a hero. I’ll see you out. Tell my son the name of this place. He’ll come in the morning.”

Wh—

No, wait.

“Don’t go,” Peter said.

But he was already gone. Felicia was left holding the lantern.

 ---

--

-

 They ran-slipped-fell all the way back the way they’d come. This time, Peter held his breath at the sound of too many feet hitting the wet pockets of mud around them. He heard Felicia sobbing and the lantern clanking dangerously ahead of them.

The floodlights at the entrance had gone out.

They had to carefully climb the fence and pass off the lantern one at a time until they were on the other said, panting.

Peter realized belatedly that he’d dropped the bag of grave offerings.

He dipped his head and clenched his fists.

He’d have to go back for it in the morning.

“You’re a witch,” Flash suddenly snapped at him.

“Lay off,” MJ said immediately.

“You’re a witch and you brought that—that guy with us?” Flash asked.

“It was supposed to be a joke,” Peter said.

“A joke?” Abe said. “You—Peter, witches aren’t real. Ghosts aren’t real. Who was that?”

“No, you, a witch, thought it would be funny to bring some kind of spirit with us to a graveyard?” Flash demanded.

Peter huffed.

“Hey, you were a dick about this first,” Ned said. “The ghost dude is harmless.”

“Harmless?” Flash said. “Harmless? Yeah, fuckin’ streetfighter ghost is harmless.”

“He’s not a ghost,” Abe said, “He’s an actor. Peter that’s not cool, man. That’s not cool.”

“He’s not an actor,” Felicia said quietly.

The rest of them turned to see her holding the still-burning lantern. She was staring into it.

“His hands were so cold,” she whispered.

Abe executed a full-body shiver.

“Well, now what?” he asked. “We’ve trespassed, found a ghost, and nearly got ritualed to death. What else do we need to do to learn that this was a bad idea all along?”

Peter looked up at the gate.

“Dark magic,” he said.

MJ and Ned turned towards him.

“Peter, you’re not going back in there,” Ned said.

“I took charge of the spirit,” Peter said, setting his jaw. “I’m not going back on my word to a selkie.” He jerked back. “I need my familiar,” he said. “You guys can go.”

“Your…familiar?” Abe said slowly. “Peter. Peter, you are not a witch.”

“He’s not a familiar like others are, maybe, but he’s mine,” Peter said. “And he’ll know how to help the spirit.”

Ned and MJ exchanged glances.

“Okay?” Ned said. “Well, where is he?”

 ---

--

-

 Johnny answered his phone and said he’d been 20 minutes. They were the longest 20 minutes of Peter’s life and were spent primarily being interrogated by Abe, Flash, and Felicia.

They were understandably upset by the set-up, and then understandably upset by the fact that they were, in fact, living in ignorance of a whole multi-dimensional plane.

Abe demanded to know if genies were real, and Peter could only say that they probably were.

“Just so I’m clear here,” Flash said. “You went and borrowed your local seal-person’s husband for a jump-scare for us and now we are waiting on a fire demon to help us rescue the seal-person’s undead husband from some evil witches trying to raise the dead?”

Peter chewed a few fingers.

“That’s the gist of it, yeah,” he said.

“PARKER.”

“PETER. OH MY GOD.”

“Why didn’t you say something?” Abe sobbed.

“I was appeasing the spirits,” Peter snapped at them. “Why do you think I brought all those oranges? Do I look like I’m vitamin C deficient?”

“You’re a witch,” Felicia said. “You’re a witch. That’s insane. How do you—”

“I’m not a witch,” Peter sighed. “I’m—I’m a—I’m almost a witch.”

“Clearly,” Abe said.

“Hey, leave him alone,” Ned jumped in. “It’s no one’s fault this happened. We all thought we were walking into a totally different situation.”

“Yeah, except Mr. Ghost Man,” Flash said. “He knew what was up. Why didn’t you listen to him? Or, I dunno, read the undead-people signs?”

“Because he’s not my family spirit,” Peter snapped at him. “And he’s not a ghost. He’s a spirit, and not like a spirit, even. He’s a—it’s hard to explain. I don’t even know what he is. He’s just different. He’s like an inbetween kind of—”

“He’s a hero.”

They all looked up to see Johnny standing there in blue with a black knitted scarf wrapped triple around his neck. His eyes flashed orange and red and gold. The ground swayed around him, light up by his internal lantern.

Everyone around Peter recoiled.

“What does that mean, Johnny?” Peter asked quietly. “I don’t understand.”

“It means that the spirits of the sea granted him another life in exchange for the protection he offered their people during his human one,” Johnny said. “You should know by now, Peter; the fae work in exchanges.”

“He already made his deal,” Peter said. “I don’t understand.”

“His deal as a human was fulfilled. His soul is safe with his selkie, only she can shepherd it. It will go to the Otherworld, where he will stay in comfort. But he’s chosen to stay here--as a hero. In this world. And as long as he is here and not in the Otherworld, his purpose is to protect humans and fae, to protect them from each other if he must, as he stands now with a foot on both sides of the line.”

Peter felt his breath coming slowly again.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

“Because,” Johnny said with a sudden smile. “Your soul is already mine—we share a heart remember? I don’t need you getting stupid ideas—imagine if you decided to become a hero, then died and decided to stick around these parts instead of letting me take you to the Otherworld. You’d drive yourself mad, Peter. You’d never sleep ever again.”

Peter blinked.

“You lied to me?” he asked.

“I’m a fire demon,” Johnny said. “We listen to truths. We don’t have to tell them.”

Wow.

“Know that I’m really upset with you right now,” Peter said.

Johnny bobbed his head.

“But you’re more upset about the hero,” he said. “No need for that. He didn’t become a hero by dumb luck, and anyways, look at his kid. He’ll be fine; he’s the original material. A little dark magic isn’t gonna tear him up. He’s probably just gonna—”

There was a flash like miniature lightening through the bars of the gate.

“I take it back,” Johnny said. “Whoopsy-daisy. Come on, now, heart-boy. Up and over.”

 ---

--

-

 Peter landed on the other side of the gate right into mud that hadn’t been there a moment earlier.

“What’s going on?” he asked as Johnny hopped down with him.

“Big, wet,” Johnny said. “Dark, dark magic. Gross. Sticky. Here, we need more light.”

Little embers glittered in the throw of fire that expanded Johnny’s lantern lights. It brightened the space substantially and when Peter looked down, the ground was dry.

“Dude,” Flash said. “You know what? I’m convinced.”

“Johnny Storm is a fire demon,” Abe wept into his hands.

“Stay here,” Peter told Ned and MJ, we’ll be—”

“BACK. BACK. BACK.”

Johnny slammed Peter against the fence and let out a hiss that sounded like water hitting a scalding piece of metal. Peter’s heart throbbed. Johnny slowly released the pressure on him and made a clicking noise.

“I think,” he said after a moment. “That perhaps I am not a big enough fire.”

Dude, what?

Johnny turned to him.

“Sorry,” he said sadly. “More and more are waking up every second. They’re heavy.”

Dude, what?

“I’m really sorry,” Johnny said. “But uh. I think I need to, uh—”

“Need to what, Johnny?” MJ demanded on the other side of the fence.

Johnny looked like he was going to cry.

 ---

--

-

 “JONATHAN STORM.”

Scary, scary, scary, scary, scary.

“Sue,” Johnny pleaded. “Not here. Not now. There’s hero in the—”

“Oh, I see him,” Sue Storm said, looming. “He’s doing just fine. He’ll hold on for long enough for me to—”

“It’s my fault,” Peter blurted out. “I called him here.”

Sue Storm’s blue eyes seemed to blaze in the dark.

“Don’t blame him,” Johnny said. “I’ll take it. He’s my human. I’ll take it.”

“This is dark magic,” Sue said. “None of you should be here. This earth will turn sodden under the spell of these monsters. The hero will return it to balance. You two, in the meantime, are no heroes. Not even halves of one.”

Peter felt his face burning.

“He’s the selkie’s, Sue,” Johnny said quietly. “He’s not long a hero. Please help him?”

Sue Storm chewed her tongue, gazing holes into Johnny’s face. Johnny looked away first.

“Which selkie?” she demanded.

“Her name is Margaret,” Peter said.

Sue’s face jerked his way. Her eyes widened and she turned back out towards the cemetery.

“Oh,” she said softly. “That selkie. She’s more like us.”

Peter frowned.

“I don’t—” he started.

“She honors the earth and its fae even though she’s sea folk,” she said. She sighed heavily. “Alright, fine. I’ll help. But for the hero, not either of you, you hear? Johnny, you’ll need to make things right with the selkie. She’ll be furious. She’s been nothing but kind to our people. We can’t repay her like this.”

“Will do,” Johnny said.

“Stay here,” Sue said. “All of you. The curse has got into you. We’ll break it all at once.”

Oh shit.

MJ and Ned turned slowly towards Peter.

“Curse?” Ned asked.

Peter groaned.

---

--

-

 “It’s a friendship circle,” Johnny bubbled as Peter shoved him, once again, into the sigil he was trying to draw in the dirt at the cemetery entrance.

“I’m gonna salt you in and I will not regret it,” Peter threatened him.

“Johnny, come sit,” Ned said, patting the place between him and Felicia.

“Never,” Johnny hissed at him. “My heart is right—”

Peter left him to finish the circle. Johnny hurried to keep up with him.

Flash watched after him with furrowed eyebrows and a fist pressed to his mouth.

“This is not how this night was supposed to go,” he said.

“We didn’t even ask any stupid questions,” Abe sighed.

“What’s she doing out there?” Felicia asked.

Peter shoved Johnny’s flailing body towards her and finally finished the circle. He’d never made one this big. He started in on the protective signs around the interior.

“She’s a boggart!” Johnny chirped. “She’s boggart-ing!”

Peter felt the pause of the others more than he heard it.

“What does that mean?” Felicia asked.

“Oh. She’s a faerie of darkness,” Johnny said. “So she’s probably winding her way through all the posers and chasing them back to their hovels so that she can go chase the witches away from the hero and let him rest for a bit. She’ll guide him back if he’ll let her—which he might not. You never know with heroes. He might not want her smell on him.”

Peter had the feeling that Mr. Murdock was made of more sense than pride.

“How long will that take?” Abe asked.

Johnny made happy crackling sounds.

“Who knows! Depends on the witches,” he said. “Depends on how many people she needs to terrify. Boggarts get power through fear. The more spirits she scares, the faster she’ll be.”

Peter moved Ned’s backpack out of the way and carried on.

There was a lull.

“Peter, what are you doing?” Felicia asked.

“Protection circle,” MJ said for him.

“Oh.”

There was another silence.

“Where did you learn that?” Abe asked.

“His aunt’s a full witch. She does business in herbs, potions, and materials for their part of Forest hills,” Ned said.

“Oh.”

Flash and Abe scooted forward to let Peter in behind him. They watched him.

“That’s pretty cool, actually,” Felicia said. “Thanks for that.”

A mumbled thanks went around the whole group. Peter finished the final marks and stepped carefully over them into the circle.

“It’s nothing,” he sighed, flopping down and dragging Johnny away from Ned. “I should have known better. I think the ghosts were trying to warn me from the start. I should have listened better.”

More awkward silence.

“Well, it sounds like the fighting’s calmed down,” MJ said. “Mr. Murdock should be okay.”

Yeah.

“Wait,” Abe said. “Isn’t that your boss, MJ?”

Welp.

“Ghost man is my boss’s dad,” MJ sighed.

“Oh my god,” Felicia giggled. “You guys roped your boss’s dad into a practical joke?”

“He didn’t even want to scare you guys,” Peter groaned. “Man, I gotta learn how to read spirits. Johnny, how do I read spirits?”

“No idea. Spirits don’t like me. I’m too bright and obnoxious,” Johnny said.

“I’m un-bonding us,” Peter said. “You have nothing but bad advice and secrets.”

Johnny made kissy noises at him then scrambled up straight.

“Sue’s got the hero,” he said. “She’s arguing with him. Ahahaha.”

Peter cleared his throat. Johnny startled.

“Right, sorry,” he said. “She’s uh. Trying to convince him to come with her, but he’s refusing to look at her. Smart guy, you know that? Name a boggart and they’ll go off on you. He doesn’t want to chance it. Sue’s telling him that she’ll do the invisible thing so he doesn’t see her and he’s not into it, guys.”

Peter took it back. Maybe Mr. Murdock had too much sense for his own good.

“Can you talk to him?” Felicia asked.

“Who? Hero-man? Nah. I can just feel Sue’s frustration,” Johnny said. “Sibling bond, forever. You know?”

No, Johnny. No one knew. The only people with siblings in the circle were MJ and Abe.

“You’re so annoying,” MJ said.

“Aw, I like you too,” Johnny tittered.

Peter yanked him back and prayed that Mr. Murdock would give into the inevitable soon.

 ---

--

-

 “Look? See? No trouble. Not even a little trouble. Did I lie to you?”

Peter snapped awake and shook himself. He blinked into the dark until the shapes of bodies appeared before him as the other woke up too. They all turned around to see the dark outline of Sue standing on the other side of the fence.

Mr. Murdock’s tall shape was there too.

They looked…uh.

Kinda scuffed up, actually, hair-wise and scratches and bruises--the whole thing.

“Lord, she’s still talking to me,” Mr. Murdock said, facing away from Sue, now that Peter could see better.

“God is smart enough to see through you talking to him to talk to me,” She pointed out.

“Lord, you are so unknowable,” Mr. Murdock said pointedly.

“You know, for a fae hero, you’re sure religious.”

“Please see me through this period of suffering,” Mr. Murdock carried on. “And safely away from this hostile body and place.”

Johnny leapt up.

“You found him!” he cheered.

“Yes, of course I did,” Sue said. “He was fine, by the way. Meat-head here has anvils for hands.”

“I keep hearing voices, Lord,” Mr. Murdock said miserably. “Whatever sin it is I’ve committed, I’m willing to repent. But you’ve gotta help me out, man; the priest is convinced I’m a demon in his confession box.”

“Move,” Sue told Johnny. “Come one, Hero-man. We’re going through a fence. I dunno if you’ll fit with all those muscles.”

They all watched as Sue got a handful of the back of Mr. Murdock’s shirt and dragged him through the largest part of the gate uncomfortably.

“You did it!” she cheered. “Successful hero. Another quest fulfilled. Look at all these living children. And you even picked up a rock! That’s good for a young guy like—”

“I’m going back to the church and I’m never leaving,” Mr. Murdock finally told her directly.

“Oh,” Sue said. “You’re a church hero. That’s new.”

“I’m done. No more seals. No more mountains. No more lakes. No more cemeteries,” Mr. Murdock said, shaking himself and dragging his hands through his hair to smooth it out.

“Oh, wow, you’ve really been through it, huh?” Sue asked his back as he left them all in place.

“No more superpowers either,” Mr. Murdock said over his shoulder at her. He moved on ahead purposefully.

“I want him,” Sue told Johnny forcefully.

“He’s taken,” Johnny reminded her.

“He’s sturdy is what he is,” Sue said.

“Reed is sturdy,” Johnny pointed out.

Sue contemplated this.

“But he’s not fae,” she said.

Johnny rolled his eyes.

“Sue, we can throw your boyfriend into a graveyard of dark magic and let him fight his way home,” he said. “That’s something we can do. We can even time him.”

Sue drummed fingers across her face and slowly wrapped an arm around Johnny’s shoulders until his cheek was smushed up against hers against his will.

“You are so smart, little brother, sometimes I forget how smart you are,” she said.

She threw him away and straightened herself out.

“We’re hours from dawn,” she said. “We’re going home. Baby witch, you and my brother will apologize to the selkie tomorrow. I don’t think the hero wants to stay with you until then. I’m 90% sure, actually, the hero is already catching a train without you. The rest of you--”

She rounded on all of them.

“Do not play with ghosts, witches, spirits or any receptacle of them, do I make myself clear?”

Peter shrunk under her finger.

“Yes, ma’am,” they all mumbled.

She sniffed.

“Good,” she said. “Now we all need to go talk to baby’s witch’s mom. You have one hell of a curse hanging over you.”

---

--

-

 May was not pleased.

May doused them all in six different herb waters and made them eat something foul that tasted like charcoal and rubbing alcohol.

Then they had to get sprayed off with the hose in the backyard until all the cemetery mud came off and only then did May send everyone home.

---

--

-

 “Hey Peter?”

Peter looked up from his grinding in the doorframe the next morning—it as far as he was allowed at the present moment—and jumped at the whole group from the night before staring down at him.

He scrambled up.

“Uh, hi,” he said.

“Did you say sorry to the selkie yet?” Felicia asked him.

He almost wanted to shush her and check for passersby. May swore at something in the kitchen behind him. He edged forward and closed the door as far as he could without closing it all the way.

“No, not yet. What are you all doing here?” he asked.

He got a wave of eyebrows all around.

“We wanted to go with you and to say thanks. To the hero guy. You know. For uh, saving us from certain and horrible death,” Abe said.

Oh.

Oh.

“Let me, uh--give me just a second,” Peter said.

 ---

--

-

 Matt was at his apartment and he opened the door at the third knock. He heard MJ clear her throat and started cackling immediately.

“Don’t be a dick,” MJ said. “Let us say thank you.”

Matt remained inarticulate.

“Oh my god,” he finally choked. “Do you know—I haven’t—He hasn’t been this mad since I ate fries off the street—hold oh. Oh my god.”

Ew, man. That’s disgusting.

“Pops, come on out,” Matt coaxed, wiping tears from his eyes and skirting fingers across his kitchen counter until he got to cupboard under the sink. “They just wanna say sorry, Dad. It’s okay. There’s no secret second quest.”

Mr. Murdock refused to exit his newfound home.

Matt snickered so hard his shoulders shook. He stood up and found his counter to lean his elbows against.

“No harm, no foul to us,” he said amiably. “Mum’s been trying to keep a straight face in Mass. He came here for sympathy that I’m afraid I don’t have.”

Man. It was a wonder that Mr. Murdock stuck around at all.

Peter puffed himself up anyways.

“Mr. Murdock,” he said. “I know you can hear me. And I wanted to say that I’m sorry for roping you into the whole thing yesterday, but I’m also super glad you were there. ‘Cause we would’ve been screwed otherwise. So thank you.”

“Yeah, thank you,” Felicia said. “You’re really nice, and I’m glad you were there, too.”

The others added their thanks to the pile and Matt grinned in the direction of the cupboard.

“Come onnn,” he drawled. “I can feel you giving in, in there.”

Nothing.

Matt muffled a round of giggles in his sleeve.

“He accepts your thanks,” he said. “He’s just allergic to sunlight and gratitude.”

The cupboard door rattled violently. Matt shoved a foot against it.

“Mum isn’t mad either, she thinks it’s healthy for him to do quests without her,” he said. “So you’re all good with the three of us.”

Peter wasn’t positive that they were actually. But okay, sure?

“I guess we’ll leave you guys to uh, brood? Baseball? Whatever it is you do together?” He said.

Matt hummed and nodded and waved them out. Peter shut the door behind them.

“That was easy,” Flash said.

“Man, I hope my dad just dies the once,” Abe said.

“My dad isn’t cool enough to fight zombies in a graveyard,” Felicia said.

MJ considered this.

“My mom could do it,” she said.

Ned snorted. Peter swallowed a laugh.

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 “So,” Flash said as they passed by the church that Mr. Murdock usually called home. “I know it was all kind of an actual nightmare, but like. I dunno.”

Peter stopped.

“You want more fae bullshit?” he asked in shock.

Flash rubbed at the back of his neck and even Abe and Felicia refused to make eye contact. Ned and MJ stared at them, then Peter in shock.

“It’s just really cool,” Flash admitted. “Like, there’s all this stuff that I thought was fake. But it’s all happening here, all at once—you know. Heroes and zombies and fire demons and witches.”

“This isn’t a tv show,” Peter said. “You know that right? Like, we don’t always win? Yeah, there are heroes and witches, but there’s also really bad magic. Dangerous fae. There are turf wars and tricksters and everything you do is a deal and you always owe someone something. It’s not always fun.”

“Okay, but isn’t it better to know?” Flash asked.

Peter closed his lips.

He didn’t have an argument for that.

“I’m not teaching you,” he sniffed. “I’m already apprenticed. If you want a mentor, it can’t be me—and you can’t have my demon.”

“But he’s Johnny Storm,” Abe blurted out. “Johnny. Storm. Peter, how did you even swing that? And why does he listen to you.”

“He doesn’t,” MJ butted in.

“He does,” Peter corrected.

“He really doesn’t,” Ned said. “Peter’s an amateur witch at best who bound himself to a fire demon with impulse control issues.”

Wow. Betrayed by his own family.

“I’m leaving, I’m grounded, you guy go get a grimoire or something and learn your magic bullshit yourselves,” he said.

“Aww, come on.”

“They were just joking, Peter.”

“Come backkkkk.”

Mr. Murdock had the right idea. Peter had a cupboard to find.

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 Hope this hits the spot, boo!! And Happy Halloween, y’all!

[zodiyack]

Peaky JR Boys On Your Birthday Would Include...

Included: Finn Shelby, Isiah Jesus, Bonnie Gold

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, alcohol

Note: Happy Birthday to @peakysputain​!! Hope you like these! I’m working on your fic currently!

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Taglist: @matth1w​, @redspaceace​, @simonsbluee​, @peakysputain​

Finn Shelby

Finn will most likely sleep in, cuddling into you, if he’s not woken up by Polly or Ada

If they do wake him, they’ll demand he makes you breakfast or at least brings you the breakfast they made and takes credit for it.

he does so

no one argues with an angry Polly

when he goes to wake you up, he thinks back, not really wanting to interrupt your peaceful resting

but the smell of food gets to you

“Y/n? You’re up? Oh um- Happy birthday, I made this for you.”

His brothers are snickering outside of the room and you can’t change my mind.

He refuses to let you do anything yourself, that is, unless you make him bugger off

“Finn. I can feed myself.” ”Oh-”

tries super hard because he’s babey behind his ShelbyBrother™ exterior

all he wants is for you to have a good day.

he brings you to your favorite bar, making sure the drink is on the house with a simple tilt of his cap

“She’ll have whatever she wants. Free of charge, right?”

*fidgets with the cap if anyone does so much as looks at you funny*

Really he’s just nervous they’ll tell him no

is always wondering how much you’re enjoying your day, but is too shy *cough stubborn cough* to ask

by the end of the day, he’ll have taken you to drink tea and eat cake (or cakes cause we all know you two’re gonna eat as much sugar as you can before Polly stops you) and has a final surprise for you

“Close your eyes” shut your mouth, dream a dream and get us out, dream dream dream dream dream dream

sorry

he brings you to the store with the dress you’ve been eyeing for a while, something neither Polly or Ada had to help him out with

You wear it to dinner and the family surprises you with presents before Polly asks the question that’s been on her mind for a while

“Oh by the way, how much cake did you have while you were out?”

cue you and Finn falling out of your chairs and scrambling to his room

giggling and cuddling before sleeping

he may or may not have done other stuff, but that’s up to you 👀👀

Isiah Jesus

Isiah’s a sweetheart. Trust me.

He works with his father to tell people to tell you happy birthday if you like talking to the people of Birmingham

if not, he at least tells the Shelbys and gets them to give you a free drink at the Garrison

they agree because they like you and Isiah

He makes sure to “man-up” for you

Someone wants to fight?

One Jesus punch for you

Michael and Finn are told beforehand not to try and hang out cause he wants today to be specifically about you

You tell him to have fun

he looks at you like you just let out the loudest burp he’d ever heard

“Today’s about you, not me and my friends causing mischief.”

Unlike Finn, he’s not afraid to ask it, but he does ask you quite often how much you’re enjoying your day

So... he’s not afraid to ask- he just asks too much due to being afraid... if that makes sense

But like Finn, he does try to put his Blinder tributes to use

He too wants to cuddle you

but getting drinks is important as well

He’ll do anything you want as long as you’re happy and he’s still alive

you have to be alive too, he didn’t forget about you, don’t worry

If you don’t look like you’re having fun, his world is crushed

but he won’t let you know that, he’ll just move on and try to find something else that he’s sure will cheer you up

if you aren’t actually sad, you have to let him know before he actually does drive you insane

I’ve never written for Isiah before, so I’m sorry if any of this is ooc, but yeah

👀👀 this too

Bonnie Gold

You can’t tell me this boy doesn’t ask his father for advice and take it right away.

“Buy her flowers.” “Whatkindofflowers?” “*chuckles* Her favorite kind, Bonnie.”

He buys you flowers.

If you like seeing him box, he’ll train you in a “special” way that involves him standing behind you and helping you.

So he is helping/teaching you, he’s just guiding you at the same time

If you don’t, he’ll promise that the day will be fight free.

you best believe he stays true, no matter how hard it is not to bop the asshole hitting on you in the nose

Just like the other boyos, he wants to make sure you’re okay and having a good time

Offers to let you pick

Lets you pick

Follows his father’s AND your parent’s advice

Listens to an extreme level

months before your birthday, you tell him what you want, on your birthday, you get what you wanted

He’s down to do anything

If you want something, you’ll get it within the first few seconds you start your sentence.

May be really open and happy about it but he knows his limits just as well as he knows yours

You look uncomfortable? Time for him to make up a lie/excuse and gtfo

Will make sure you get out as soon as you can

asks you, once you guys make it out, if you’re alright

if you’re not, he’ll ask if there’s anything he can do

lots of surprises

I’m just gonna leave these here... “👀👀”

I also haven’t written for Bonnie oops, so pls be kind

[secondhand-trash]

okay, soft cold weather things? soft cold weather things. forgetting your gloves and your hands are FREEZING, so boyo of choice takes off one of his, puts it on your had, and grabs the other so he can lace his fingers with yours and shove both in his coat pocket to keep warm. you both have covered hands and he gets to hold yours, which is the ultimate bonus.

Ok but the whole “your hands are cold take mine” thing is actually one of my all time favorite, blatantly cheesy, doesn’t have to be but works better in a school setting romance tropes😌💕

I was talking about this with a friend a while back so I’m gonna say the twins because setter/spiker hands must be nice👁✨Atsumu who kinda of went “huh?? Why aren’t you wearing mittens are you dumb????” when he sees you rubbing your hand like crazy which for you like ⁉️⁉️ because “dont say shit if you aren’t gonna help😒” so he just went pftttttt give me your hAND- and shoved his glove on yours before gripping onto the other one and shoving it into his pocket. His palms are calloused from years from training, his fingers rubbing at your knuckles subconsciously as he held you there like “smh you would have turned into a popsicle without me smh”

Osamu tho, osamu would probably be holding something nice and warm he bought like curry bread or something and he would notice that you’re burying your hands in your jacket pockets. He would be like “don’t hide your hands you’ll trip👀👄👀” but you just go can’t help that it’s freezing😌 so he just shoved his nice and warm paper bag of food in your hand before taking the other and bringing it up to huff at them, shoving yours and his hand in his pocket only after feeling that your fingers are starting to be back at a humanly temperature.