#i live for music if i could sing i wouldn't ask for anything else ever again

[pluttskutt]

Happy STS. Okay, hear me out. Your story becomes a musical. *grandly presents you with the opportunity to turn this into literally whatever you want* (Who knows all the choreography? Who is pissed? Who somehow escapes singing?) (What scene has the best song? What your story's musical sound like? Does it being a musical make any sense at all?)

Happy STS! Where is the music coming from? Obvs, the Deity of Music intervined to make this happen. I believe it would be a musical episode that all series have and the characters would be aware that they're in it, like in BtVS when everyone is like "And then I started singing..." but can't control it.

Spacy helps to teleport characters to make their numbers that much more impactful. Like, a character jumping off a building only to be teleported somewhere they are happy as part of it. Or, characters in love but apart meeting for their duet only to be torn apart by the end of it.

A fight scene between Amir and Lucy would be a dance scene and it significes their difference and how nothing is the same because they aren't and he will kill her because it's the right thing to do and she wishes he'd go with her but he can't fathom to betray all he stands for—all that she once stood for.

Mille would have a number with only instruments and chanting in the background viking style. She'd wait for her duet with her ma, because everyone gets duets, but she doesn't get it so she screams for her and the viking chanting stops as the ground as she falls to the ground.

Adina wouldn't sing either but a lament would play in the background for all those she lost. We'd see a shadow of a figure, maybe someone we would recognize, and then we would follow a whisp to a beast that was once someone Adina lost as well.

We also get a whimsical musical number of where a whisp of sort is jumping and swirling in air and it gets so loud that it dies out, then the viking music picks up but darker and harsher as we see a beast with four dirty paws running in the dark, teeth bared.

Thank you for the ask <3

[helloalycia]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 [𝐎𝐍𝐄] — 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐃

summary: after you hear about Lucy Gray's breakup, you wonder if you'll finally have a chance with her. Of course, your father, the head peacekeeper, can never know you like the 'troublemaker' from the Covey.

warning/s: none i don't think?

author's note: okay so after a million years i finally got this one written, an idea that came to me like a week ago and took forever to write because life lol. I hope you all like it anyway, it’s a three parter and was fun to write :)

something to note - Y/BF/N = your best friend's name and Y/D/N = your dad's name

two / three / masterlist / wattpad

"...and I told him that he shouldn't say stuff he doesn't mean, especially when it's just plain old rude, but of course he didn't care..."

I hummed, nodding along as my best friend, Y/BF/N, rambled about an encounter she'd had with one of her neighbours, but I was also glancing around the hallway casually. It was the end of the school day and I was waiting for Y/BF/N to collect her books from her locker so we could go, but she easily got distracted.

Apparently so did I though, as my eyes fell upon Lucy Gray Baird, a talented musician and outsider in my grade, part of a group called the Covey that everyone either tended to avoid or fell in love with for their musical charm. I always found her fascinating, beautiful, as many others did, but she had a boyfriend which pretty much meant there was no chance there. Still, it didn't hurt to admire her.

She was talking to another member of the Covey, Tam Amber, when she accidentally walked into none other than the mayor's daughter, Mayfair Lipp. It wouldn't have mattered so much if there wasn't a clear tension between both girls.

"If only you could open your eyes like you open your damn mouth," Mayfair snapped at her, making passers-by glance their way, listening in.

"Was an accident," was all Lucy Gray said, and she didn't seem very apologetic.

Mayfair scoffed. "'Course it was. A lot of things with you seem to be, don't they?"

Lucy Gray rolled her eyes as Tam Amber tugged her away, the two girls going their separate ways. Y/BF/N, who had stopped talking to observe the argument with everyone else, tried to stifle her laughter.

"Wow, their hatred for each other does not seem to be going away, does it?" she commented to me.

"Do you know why they don't like each other?" I asked, curious.

Y/BF/N shrugged, closing her locker. "Mayfair's jealous, I think. Dunno why, since she's literally the mayor's daughter and the Covey are just a bunch of weirdos singing for their supper."

"They aren't weird," I corrected her as we walked outside. "They're talented. A little different, is all."

"Same thing," Y/BF/N mumbled. "Don't go saying that to your dad. You know how he feels about them."

I tried not to laugh. "He feels like that about anything fun."

Y/BF/N cracked a smile, before chuckling. "Very true."

My father was the head peacekeeper of our district, a very strict man who was a little too overprotective for my liking. Don't get me wrong, I was grateful for the hard work he put in which meant I could live in the nice part of town and never struggle to have a meal on the table. That was something not everyone in District 12 could count on. But it also meant he hated anything that wasn't to his standard.

He had high hopes for me, hoping I'd land a rare but possible job in the Justice Building when I finished school. It wasn't too far fetched considering I was a straight A student. But he also thought I was a goody two shoes who followed the rules – oh, how that couldn't have been far from the truth. If he ever found out how I snuck out at night to visit the Hob and flirt with most of his unit, I was certain he'd have a heart attack.

Being the head peacekeeper's daughter meant that it was out of my hands when he had to attend something important and I, too, had to be present. For example, today was Mayfair's birthday and the mayor had thrown a formal affair in her honour, of which my family had been invited to.

I tolerated Mayfair, but despite our similar stance in society, we didn't share anything else in common. She was too snarky and easily irritated and always killed the mood, so I remained polite with her and that was it. Her party was as boring as she was, full of the mayor's friends, the odd Capitol resident from her dad's circle, and their kids whom I wasn't sure Mayfair even spoke to. If she had any real friends, they weren't here.

Her home was pretty big, for a District 12 house anyway, which made sense since the mayor was the richest in the district, though poor by any other Panem standard. I kept to myself during her celebrations, occasionally chatting with my mum and her friends or picking at the snacks table. That was until a special performance, dedicated solely to Mayfair from her father himself, was announced. An amused grin fell on my lips when I saw who it was.

The Covey.

"Ladies an' gentlemen, how are we feelin' this afternoon?!" Lucy Gray said into her mic at the front of the space cleared in the huge dining room.

Everybody began to clap as I saw the mayor tugging his daughter to the left of the makeshift stage. To say she was angry was an understatement. But if Lucy Gray had any qualms with the arrangement, she didn't let it show.

"This one's for the birthday girl," Lucy Gray continued, smiling widely at the glaring girl in question. "Happy birthday, dear Mayfair."

After the count of three, the Covey were plucking their strings, banging their drums and joining together in a melodious rendition of 'Happy Birthday', and I tried very hard not to laugh as Mayfair was forced to endure it all. To be fair, the Covey were great, and when they performed several songs after that, half the party were cheering them on, either drunk or genuinely amazed by their talent.

Once they'd finished performing for a moment and took a break, Mayfair stormed off with her father in tow, who was attempting not to draw attention to the mishap with his party guests. Again, I couldn't help but stifle my laughter at the turn of events.

Lucy Gray caught my eyes again though, as she was approaching the snacks table I was sat at the edge of, in search of something.

"You guys performed great out there," I said to her when she was close enough, and she glanced up at me, before recognition flashed across her face and she began to smile.

"Why thank you."

"Bet you loved the gig," I said lightheartedly, and it took her a moment to realise what I was implying when she began to laugh.

"It wasn't ideal," she said in a low yet amused voice, "but a job's a job. And technically Mayfair's daddy hired us, not her."

I chuckled to myself. "Hey, it was pretty funny to witness. I'm not complaining."

She shot me a disapproving look as she tossed a grape into her mouth, but a playful smile was breaking out on her lips.

"I didn't know you and Mayfair were so close," she said with intrigue, flipping the conversation to me.

"We're not," I corrected. "Kind of a package deal when my dad's invited to these things. But your performance certainly made this whole thing worth it."

She began to smile, cheeks turning pink slightly. "You've seen our performances enough times now. You ain't sick of me yet?"

I gasped sarcastically. "Lucy Gray, I could never be sick of you. What nonsense are you talkin' about?"

Her smile widened with amusement, before her eyes flickered behind me. "Your daddy's coming. I should go. Wouldn't want him to find out about your sneakin' out and blame it on me."

"As far as he knows, you're a stranger," I played along with a teasing wink, before straightening up and turning around to face my dad.

I heard Lucy Gray walking away behind me just in time for my dad to smile down at me.

"Y/N, how are you enjoying the party?" he asked.

I smiled innocently. "It's great, dad, thanks for bringing me."

He nodded. "Good, I'm glad."

I glanced over my shoulder as he began to talk about what the mayor was saying to him earlier, searching for the Covey girl. Then I spotted her, talking to her family across the room and also shooting me a glance, her cheeky smile on her lips, mirroring mine.

A little flirting didn't hurt anybody, right?

With my father's job came many responsibilities that meant he had a lot of late nights at their base camp, including the weekend when I sneaked out the house to meet Y/BF/N at the Hob and have some fun. It was difficult at first, making sure I timed it right so my mum would be asleep when I left and also generally sneaking downstairs and out the back door. But the more I did it, the easier it became, and soon enough it was second nature.

By the time I reached the Hob tonight, everything was in full swing. The Covey were performing as usual and everybody was up and dancing. I found Y/BF/N at a table, flirting with some boys from our grade. It didn't take long for me to join them, and between the two of us, we landed free drinks just because we played our cards right.

It was so freeing at the Hob, not having to worry about my dad breathing down my neck or about being such a goody two shoes in his eyes. No, here I could do whatever I wanted. The night was always young and nobody could stop me from having fun.

I found myself dancing around with a peacekeeper, Terrence, who had finished his shift for the day and always happened to be around when I did. He'd been flirting for a while and it was easy to play along, have a little fun.

"It's too bad I can't be lookin' for a wife," he said with a boyish grin as he spun me around. "You'd be my first choice."

I tried not to laugh as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Yeah, that's too bad for you."

"Your dad would kill me if he knew what I was doing," he said, leaning in close for a kiss.

But I tilted his head and pressed one to his cheek instead, before saying in his ear, "Good thing he won't ever find out, right?"

He snorted. "Right."

I smiled contently, before letting him spin me around some more. It was always so easy to do what I wanted here without the fear of it getting back to my father because either everyone was scared of him and what power he held, or they knew it was my word against theirs and my father would never believe them. Besides, I was doing no harm. Some people just wanted a dance and a little flirting, which was exactly what I gave them. What was the big deal?

After finishing my dance with Terrence, I joined Y/BF/N's side again, grabbing her hands and pulling her onto the dancefloor for one final dance for the evening. She laughed, letting me, and we began to chat as we swung about gently.

"How was your dance with Terrence?" she asked with amusement. "You still leadin' the poor boy on?"

"It's not leading him on if he knows it's just a dance," I reminded her. "Besides, it can never happen. He's in my dad's unit. And I don't even like him like that."

"You just flirt with him for fun," she said sarcastically, but I grinned anyway.

"Duh."

Laughing again, she let me spin her around, and then my eyes found sight of Lucy Gray beside the stage. She was talking to her boyfriend, Billy Taupe, the two of them looking awfully cosy with one another. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, knowing it was just an irrational jealousy, nothing more. I'd never even hinted that I'd liked her, and she'd been taken for a while now, but it was easy to wonder what if.

"You're staring," Y/BF/N noticed, before following my gaze. "Ooh, Y/N, you've gotta let that one go. She's trouble, I heard."

"I didn't even say anything," I defended myself.

"You don't need to," she said knowingly. "Your face says it all. And I'm warning you now. It's not worth it."

I rolled my eyes lightheartedly. "Yeah, yeah, just keep dancing, idiot."

She stifled a chuckle and we got back to it, but not without me stealing one last lingering glance at Lucy Gray.

Of course, after that evening, news of her and Billy Taupe travelled all around school. Rumour had it that he'd cheated on her with Mayfair and, as a result, they'd broken up. Of course it was horrible to hear, but admittedly, the first thing I wondered was did I finally have a chance?

Almost two weeks after hearing the news of Lucy Gray's breakup, I was at the Hob again. I'd been watching the Covey perform all evening, though this time without Billy Taupe who was permanently out of the band it seemed. I'd been waiting for Lucy Gray to be free so I could attempt to make a move.

And after what felt like forever, she finally took to the bar to have some water, and I sucked up a breath before approaching her with a skip in my step.

"Lucy Gray," I started with a smile, earning her attention. "You okay?"

She took a sip before nodding at me. "Yeah, just havin' a break."

"Just a break from singing, right?" I asked, making her quirk a brow. I continued, "Because I'd love to ask you to dance."

A smile grew on her lips, matching the sparkle in her eyes. "I've seen you around, Y/L/N. You probably ask everyone that, don't you?"

I resisted the urge to laugh. "Without sounding big headed, they ask me. So, no, not everyone. Just you. I'd like to dance with you, if you'll have me."

She pursed her lips, eyes flickering between mine considerately and in a way that purposely left me waiting, hoping she'd say yes. Finally, she sighed lightheartedly. "Well, I suppose if you'd like it, who am I to decline?"

My smile widened as I put out my hand and she gladly accepted. The rest of the Covey were playing a song slow enough to have us swaying to the melody, joining the other dancers on the floor.

"You're pretty good at this," Lucy Gray mumbled with amusement, hands wrapped around my shoulders and her head looking over it so I couldn't see her expression.

"Can't be stepping on your toes now, can I?" I said quietly, as to not interrupt the momentary peace that had washed over the Hob. "What sort of impression would that make?"

She snickered. "And why would you be tryin' to make any impression, darlin'? It's just a dance, ain't it?"

A smile crept on my lips. "That it is. But you never know."

She pulled back for a moment, honey-coloured eyes glancing between mine as if trying to decipher my words. I thought I was pretty straightforward, but she clearly didn't agree. Finally, her smile mirrored mine and she leaned her head on my shoulder as we swayed to the song.

It was only a few minutes long, of which, despite my apparent calmness, I was a little nervous to be dancing with such a beautiful girl. I hoped she couldn't feel my heart racing between us. It certainly didn't help when she began to hum lowly, clearly knowing the words to Maude Ivory's ballad, and the deep reverberation of her humming echoed in my ear.

When the song came to an end, everybody parted and applauded the band for their song. Meanwhile, Lucy Gray pulled apart, hands moving from my shoulders and to my hands, squeezing them gently.

"Thanks for the dance," I said to her with a suppressed smile.

"Thanks for askin'," she replied.

My smile was permanently fixed on my face as I watched her walk away, back to the stage for her next number. It wasn't until Y/BF/N appeared out of nowhere, patting me on the back, that I was pulled from my Lucy Gray-induced stupor.

"Someone's crushing," she teased, and I simply ignored her as I glanced back at the brunette onstage.

I was lucky she was giving me a chance at all.

After that initial dance, it became almost tradition to dance with her every time I could, and she always accepted, for some reason giving me the time of day. Visiting the Hob had a new, exciting meaning now, and not just to have some fun fooling around.

Getting to know her more, hearing her talk about her love of performing or something that happened to her that day, meant we were growing closer. Not quite friends, but not anything less either. We'd see each other around school and greet each other, or she'd walk past me in the markets and flash me a smile. Y/BF/N thought I was insane to like her, but I couldn't help it.

A few weeks after that initial dance, she was rambling about some frustrating things before her show, including her shoes not tying quite right, or the step on the stage being a little dodgy and making everyone trip up. One of her complaints was about her red lipstick, which had officially ran out and was her favourite one to wear for performing. Lipstick and makeup in general were rare finds, and she must have searched around a lot to get it, but now she couldn't replace it, not for a while anyway, and it was upsetting her more than she let on.

I couldn't help it, of course. I had to rectify the issue. So, I found a way to trade some meaningless things at the markets in exchange for a red lipstick, one that looked fresh from the Capitol and that I knew Lucy Gray would love. Later that evening, after sneaking out of my house, I headed straight for the garage behind the Hob that the Covey had claimed, where they prepared for their shows.

When I entered, everybody was doing different things, from tuning their instruments to fixing their hair.

"Lucy Gray, Y/N's here!" someone shouted in a teasing voice, and I didn't get chance to see who as Lucy Gray suddenly appeared, stealing my attention.

"Hey, darlin', what're you doing here?" she asked with a bright smile, looking as beautiful as ever.

"Just wanted to wish you luck," I told her, returning her smile. "And of course, bring you a little something."

Her dark brows knitted together above confused eyes, and I took the lipstick from my jacket pocket before holding it out to her.

"You were saying how you felt weird performing without it," I explained as she curiously took it to inspect it, "so I got you another one. Can't have the iconic Lucy Gray without her iconic red lipstick, can we?"

An amazed smile grew on her lips as she looked at the colour, and I couldn't stop looking at her.

"Y/N, this... how did you get this?" she asked with a laugh, meeting my gaze.

I shrugged, and she rolled her eyes before hugging me.

"Thank you so much," she said gratefully, pulling back to grin at me. "I... I don't know what to say."

"You don't need to say anything, just wear it," I said.

She laughed again before going up to the mirror hung on the wall, applying the lipstick as she always did before  every show. And when she turned around, I knew I'd made the right choice. As always, she stole my breath away.

"You look beautiful," I told her truthfully. "But you always do."

The pink tingeing her cheeks was contrasted to the deep red of her lips, but she remained confident as she stepped towards me knowingly.

"There's only one way to truly test it," she said, and I didn't get chance to ask what she meant before she pressed a slow but firm kiss on my cheek.

I was dumbstruck, not expecting that at all, and she pulled back with a satisfied smile. Her hand ghosted my cheek, thumb rubbing gently on the inevitable lipstick stain on my face.

"I'll see you out there," she said, dropping her hand but not her smile. "Thanks again, Y/N."

Still reeling at the sensation of her lips on my cheek, I couldn't find the words to reply. She laughed before returning to the Covey, and somehow I found myself walking to the Hob to sit with Y/BF/N. As soon as she spotted the lipstick on my cheek, the laughing and teasing began, but it didn't mean much when Lucy Gray walked out onstage, her matching red-painted lips curved into a grin.

It was easy to fall quicker and harder for Lucy Gray after that, so much in fact that the only thing I wanted to do was kiss her for real.

No matter how much time we spent together, the shameless flirting and banter wasn't enough. I didn't want to be platonic, I wanted more, and I was sure she might have wanted it too.

One evening at the Hob, we were both sat at the bar chatting. Well, she was chatting and I was very much distracted by the sharp curve of her jaw and the curly ringlets of hair that kept spilling into her eyes and the way her mouth moved with each word she spoke and–

"You're not listenin', are you?" she asked lightheartedly, humoured smirk on her lips, matching the quirk of her brow.

That seemed to be the final straw for me, and I couldn't help but lean in, kissing her. Only as I did it did I realise the insanity of my actions, the carelessness, and I pulled away just as quickly. Before I could even scold myself for acting so recklessly, endless apologies on the tip of my tongue, something caught my eye from behind her.

My eyes widened when I recognised the person who had just walked into the Hob. It was my father, the head peacekeeper who hated coming in here because he believed it was a distraction and a bad influence. He was here, and he'd just walked in with some of his peacekeeper friends.

And I was sat in here, a little too close to a girl he also deemed a bad influence. Oh, shit.

"My dad," was all I could get out, before I forgot everything that had happened with Lucy Gray and immediately threw myself over the bar, hiding behind it.

"What are you doin'?!" Lucy Gray leaned over, looking down at me with a puzzled expression.

I couldn't have hunkered down anymore if I tried. "Dad. Doorway. Now!" I whisper-shouted, as if he'd suddenly hear me from all the way across the room.

She must have looked and recognised him as her shadow disappeared and she was no longer trying to talk to me. As I formulated a plan to escape, hoping the full house and loud music would be the perfect distraction, I heard a familiar voice nearing.

"Commander Y/L/N!" Lucy Gray exclaimed loudly, and my heart sank at the possibility of getting caught. "Hi!"

He hesitated, before responding, quite literally just above me. "Lucy Gray, right? The Covey. You performed at Mayfair's birthday a couple of months ago."

I could practically picture the grin on her face as she answered enthusiastically, "The one an' only!"

Sounding a little more laid back than usual, he said, "It was an excellent performance."

"Why, thank you, sir," she replied kindly.

It was quiet between them for a moment, as he ordered a drink with the bartender who thankfully seemed to understand why I was hiding right next to his feet, but he mustn't have left afterwards, as Lucy Gray spoke up.

"Oh, they'll bring your drinks to your table, sir."

"It's fine, I'll wait," he said dismissively, and Lucy Gray merely hummed in response, but I didn't hear her leave.

My heart was racing as I didn't dare move a muscle. My father was stood right next to me, only a bar between us, and I was sure he'd kill me if he knew I was here. Why the hell was he even here?! This was so unlike him!

But no, I couldn't think about that right now. I could only focus on leaving before he discovered my presence.

"So, are you performing here?" my dad asked Lucy Gray in an awkward attempt at filling the silence. He was never good at small talk.

"Uh-huh," she responded just as awkwardly, and I appreciated that, despite my previous mistake with her, she was still willing to keep my secret.

"Nice," was all he said. "I look forward to it. The officers say you're really good."

She didn't reply, must have smiled or nodded or something, because the conversation ended and I was back to hearing the blood rushing in my ears.

After what felt like forever, I heard the bartender serve my dad his drink, and then the latter wished Lucy Gray a good evening before leaving. I didn't dare move, not until I was certain, but Lucy Gray banged the top of the bar to get my attention.

"He's on the other side talking to some officers," she assured me.

"I need to leave out the back," I said, not showing my head just yet. "He'll kill me."

"Okay, just wait," she instructed, and I did just that until I realised she had rounded the bar and was holding her hand out to me. "Come on."

Accepting her hand, I let her keep a look out before she dragged me through the back and out the door, away from my father's prying eyes.

A sigh of relief escaped me as I was in the clear, and Lucy Gray was laughing at my expense.

"That was close," she said between laughter, glancing back as the door closed behind us.

Straightening up, I nodded in agreement. "It was. Thanks for the assist."

She settled on an amused smile before her eyes met mine and her expression softened. "You know, you were in the middle of somethin' back there."

And just like that, the mortifying realisation of kissing her returned to memory, and I was instantly about to apologise.

"Yeah, I–"

She cut me off with a kiss, just as abrupt as mine, but unlike me, she didn't pull away, and I was left to melt into her lips, savouring the warmth of her skin pressed to mine. Her hand cupped my cheek, fingertips pressing down gently, and I sighed into her lips as she began to pull away for air.

"That was... unexpected," I muttered, lips still tingling.

She tried not to laugh. "As unexpected as you kissin' me before?"

I exhaled, slightly embarassed, and she licked her lips before taking my hand and squeezing it gently.

"You should probably head home before your daddy finds you out here," she said, a hint of humour in her voice.

"Home, right," I agreed, before meeting her eyes. "I'll see you at school tomorrow?"

She grinned. "See you then."

I smiled softly before kissing her hand and leaving. It was safe to say I couldn't sleep the rest of the night, my only thoughts of the curly-haired Covey girl who'd stolen my heart.

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Pairing: Joe Burrow x Singer!FemReader

Summary: When the secret relationship between a famous singer and a popular quarterback is revealed no one could be happier. But when lyrics to an unreleased song are released, the strength of their relationship is questioned and tested when fans, reporters and exes start coming into the mix. Will you get your happy ending or is this the beginning of the end?

Chapter 13: 'i love you, goodnight' tour

#Track9 Masterlist

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, foul language.

Part One🖤

Word Count: 1.2k

Anxiety courses through your veins like hot lava as you wait for your name to be announced. You haven't done a live appearance like this since before you and Joe went public with your relationship, not one with an audience that is. During rehearsals Jimmy reassured you that it would be more fun than stressful, but that does not include the buildup to it. Usually you’d be texting or talking to Joey right now but he’s knee deep in meetings across the country so thats not an option. So its just you and your nerves.

“For tonight’s musical guest, we have the incredibly talented and beautiful Venus, she will be singing her latest single off of her new album ‘Tell Me You Love Me,’ everyone allow me to introduce Venus to the stage.”

 I guess that’s my cue.

Walking out to the lively applause and the smiling host helps you shed some of the nervousness that plagued you earlier. You and Jimmy share a quick hug before turning towards the audience and smiling and waving back.

“Venus, everyone. Wow, they might love you more than me.” He jokes as you both take your seats.

“Well, I love everyone here equally.” You wink at the audience causing a wave of laughter. “Thank you so much for having me, Jimmy.”

“The pleasure is all mine, the last time you were here you had just won your first grammy’s and there was someone else with you backstage that we’re missing today.” He lightly smirked. Fantastic start right.

“Its crazy that it was only a little over a year ago when my life completely changed. Then even more so in the last few weeks, everything is absolutely insane and I wouldn't wish for it any other way.” You widely grinned, dusting off the last part of his question.

“Thats great,” he says then pulls up a photo of you at the SuperBowl. “You surprised everyone when you joined Usher at this year’s SuperBowl, tell us how this came about.”

Your eyes crinkled up as the memory flooded your brain. “Of course, so for those who don’t know Usher is one of the big industry people that discovered me way back when, so he’s been like my mentor ever since. He called me in about November and told me that he was going to

headlining it and I was ecstatic for him. It was about time we had an Atlanta centered show, and then he asked me if I wanted to join him. I immediately said yes, like Usher just asked me to perform with him, I don't care what stage we’re on or even the fact that I know him personally. The man is an absolute legend and it was an honor to share the stage with him. Being apart of his surprise guests was so exciting and I was starstruck the entire time.” 

“Thats incredible, you were amazing up there and I hope we see you headlining it someday.” He winked.

“Who knows what the future holds.” You chuckled.

Then a picture of you and a certain someone shows up on the screen behind you cause the audience to start hollering and your face to heat up a bit. “Oh what do we have here, I have no idea how that got up there.” You smiled then shook your head.

“I’m just going to ask the question and see how far you want to go. How did this happen, where did this romance come from?” He says hiding his face behind his cards.

“God, I’d like to say that I don’t know, but that’s not true. You can thank LSU for that, we met at the beginning of our senior year and became really fast friends. There was always some kind of attraction on both ends, but we didn’t do anything about that until two years later. And we’ve been together ever since.”

“That’s cute, you guys look great together. So were together during your first appearance?”

“Yea, he was backstage with me trying to stop me from freaking out about performing for y'all.” Everyone cracked up at that one.

“I don’t know how you could be nervous about this, you are absolutely killing it. Now lets talk about the album, this track 9 controversy, what happened?”

“My lack of media training happened,” you huffed. “Im joking, but not really. I was really excited to put out this project and even more ready to actually show the world who I dedicated it to. I worked on this album for a really long time, it was like journaling an adventure and the hardest part was finding a way to condense 5 years into one album. In the end, we were all satisfied with what we made then what I thought was going to be a fun little peak at track 9 turned into absolute chaos.”

“For a few weeks, it seemed like every media outlet could not stop talking about this song and really giving Joe a bad rep in the process.”

“One that wasn’t deserved at all. Joe was such a good sport through the whole thing because he’s such a laid back guy. While I was basically preparing for war, he was the one calming me down about it. Everything was so fresh to the outside world that people just took it to an extreme that it was no where near. When artists release a body of work, I think fans skip past the time element. That particular song was written before I was even signed, I was still working my regular 9 to 5 in Louisiana and using songwriting as a way to cope with my feelings. And its extremely dramatized. For something to be entertaining that might be banal to most, you amp it up and Track 9 was taken from a 4 to a 10 in one session. By the time we were putting together this album, Leon Thomas III, absolutely incredible musician and producer, heard it and decided to rework it. When he was finished, everyone in the room was in love with it, we almost made it a single.”

“Its funny how things like that happen. Before we let you go and hit that stage, give us a little about the song you will be performing in a bit.”

“Absolutely, earlier this week I released ‘Prayer for the Broken’ as a single because I wanted to be able to give to communities that are struggling right now. This song is about how love is the only thing that can fix our broken world so all the proceeds that it brings in will be donated to multiple charities around the world, to help people and communities in horrid conditions. These charities are on my website so if anyone wants to donate straight to them, please do. This song means a lot to me and I hope everyone loves hearing it live.”

“Tonight only?”

“Live tonight AND this summer when I go on my ‘i love you, goodnight’ tour. I hope to see you all there and maybe I’ll bring some friends along too.”

🝮

“Ladies and Gentlemen give it up once again for Venus!”

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Sorry if you're already working on this but with Luffy in Croc dad what's his hobby?? Like he's the biggest ball of energy and I think if wasn't fighting wild animals as a kid he would vibrate into another dimension from lack of stimulation. Does he draw and develop his art skills, has he taken up music or is he invested with the void century with Robin? Croc wants to keep him inside and safe so what did he think would be best to entertain him or does he buy a new thing every week that Luffy says he suddenly wants to do. Yes he looks at books but is that it. Also sorry if you answered this before and I've missed waht you said, I am pretty sure I've seen all your comics on this but I haven't seen all your ask answering questions.

i hadn't gotten these questions and im so glad you ask!! :D

so! luffy doesn't have one specific hobby and croc does end up giving him whatever he wants when he suddenly gets a new obsession, one of the reason he's so excited with finding the jewelry box and getting a dagger is because it's finally something new! after that he gets really into rings and knives until it gets bored of it and switch to something else again.

about him and learning about the void century with robin i actually got a comic later for that so i won't say anything here!

im going to make this a list and explain how it goes, under read more:

Fighting: this luffy doesn't know how to fight, but he still love the concept! he gets really excited hearing stories of fights, duels, martial arts and all the rest! In practice though, since he's been so sheltered and only ever saw one real fight that ended up with people being killed in front of him as a kid, if (haha) he were to witness another real fight he wouldn't be as giddy about it as when he hears stories. he does also learn the tiniest bit of kenpo from bonclay!

Dancing: luffy in canon loves dancing (and partying), here too! he doesn't know/master any specific styles but likes to drag people into dancing with him, if no one is around he'll grab some of the smaller bananawani instead.

Singing: he's still very bad at it.

Music: croc noticed how he'd taps on thing and tried to get him to learn some percussion, unfortunately for him, luffy doesn't care about music theory and just does whatever makes him happy. he also love loud noises and croc has to find a way to stop him from making a racket at any hours of the day, it gets worse when luffy loses some of his hearing and needs to make everything even louder. eventually he gets bored of it too.

Cooking: him and croc cooks together pretty often, if no one is there to supervise him luffy will ignore recipes and common sense, making all kind of abominations. it's a miracle he never set the kitchen on fire.

Bugs: he loves them! he collect them! alive. croc is horrified one day when he finds out baby luffy has been letting some food to rot so he could observes flies and larvae going through their little bug lives cycle. later croc gives him those pinned dead bugs collection boxes thinking luffy will like it, he doesnt.

Board&Cards Games: he mostly has to play them by himself, he doesn't like being alone so he'll often ends up playing it "with" the banawanis. after he loses a few too many times against the banawanis and can't get croc to join in for the millionth time he gives up on them. even when robin joins baroques works he still expect her to be too busy to play with him and doesn't ask (she would have accepted if he had asked).

Art&Craft: he tries a bit of everything, doing it his own way meaning most of it is kind of hideous or about to fall apart, canon luffy is completely fine with that, au luffy though, he's having ton of fun at first but when he gets old enough to see that his dad cant quite fake his enthusiasm or interest towards his disastrous creations he gets frustrated and stops for a while. later, robin finds an old drawing of his and thinks its cute so he start doodling a little again for her.

basically, he struggles keeping a hobby, some like fighting, dancing, bugs and staring at pictures in geography books he keeps through his life but mostly, he's very lonely and bored out of his mind, he's depressed, that's not something that can be helped for as long as he's isolated.

when robin becomes a part of his life everything gets better for him! she spends time with him, read stories for him, helps him get out more often, they even meet bonclay and for a few years he's genuinely happy.

[solar-sunnyside-up]

Hey, I’m sorry to dump this on ya but your blog gives me a lotta hope and I just wondered if you had anything to say to my current ails- I am but a very anxious teen and I am so scared. I see so many people talking of how the world “Will end in 2040” or how “damn the past was so much better because it was simpler” and I am lowkey starting to believe that. I’ve got a problem with romanticizing a past I wasn’t even a part of and I really don’t want to live in some awful dystopian future and I fear I’ve missed out on so much because of when I was born :( and how come no one can afford basic shit anymore? I don’t wanna have no money at all! I really would like to be happy in the future but with all the bullshit caused by social media and the lack of money it seems bleak. I’m sorry that this is such a negative ask but I am not doing so hot and was hoping you’d have an insight ? Don’t respond if you don’t wanna

Hey ya there sprout 🌱 it can be really tough out there!

Your feelings are valid, so valid in fact that those exact feelings are why Solarpunk as it currently exists is around! We've all been there!

Between the wages of the top 10% of ppl vs everyone else being greater then during the French revolution, the average citizen globally being worse off then when the great depression was happening, climate crisis after crisis, all while consuming endless bits of info both horrifying (ex Politics) and hopeful (ex Social Media activism) it's waaaay too much for anyone to bare alone! Much less constantly! That burden shouldn't be on any of us!! But since it is, I'm here to help at least lighten the load even if temporary.

The best thing to do when we feel like this is to stop. Find 5 minutes to be still. We are fight/flight/fawn creatures and we will only loop in our solutions without actual clear choices if we don't Chill Out. We're mammals our natural state is Chilling Out and Play.

Next, think about how cool the planet is and particularly how cool humans are?

How there's finger flutes on ceilings thousands of years old, smaller then average indicating that parents held their children up to draw on the ceilings.

Think about the invention of looms and spinning fibers! What other creature could do that? Think about the kids that could build Snowmans without aching fingers because of lovingly knit mittens.

We sing like whales do, like birds do, like wolves do, and we do it to share stories and ideas over food! It is the first things babies mimic! We have songs so old we no longer know their origin just that they came from love! We even have songs to herd cattle meaning music transcends just us but bleeds into our relationships with the planet!

That we have play behavior! Just like wolves and foxes and whales and octopus it is so built into our DNA to play its generally how we learn things! This ranges from agriculture (children tossing seeds around, blowing on dandelions!) To chores (parachute games > folding laundry, playing pretend > usually chores/job based) to hunting (tag! Hide and seek!)

Think about our interconnectiveness with the planet too, how we are guided by Honey guides to find abandoned hives to share in the spoils of bread and honey. How Sweetgrass needs us to flourish, how berries and nuts need us to spread across the land, how we fix other animals broken bones and beaks and help them return home when otherwise they wouldn't ever get home.

Now that you can remember we deserve to be here, that you deserve to be here. We can look at the current situation and bare it.

And we do that by doing small things. Jam out and listen to music while picking up litter on your block, go to a library and just hang out or research something you love, make seed Bombs and toss them I to abandoned lots, make silly cartoons. Whatever it is, it will be enough.

The weight of the world isn't ment for the individual no matter how much Capitalism and Elites will try and guilt you over their failures. That weight is ment for collective groups, but your job as a Person is to be happy where you can and to be kind so others can be happy. The last thing that I always keep in my heart is a quote from my fave author Ursula Le Guin:

Hang in there, a brighter tomorrow is gunna happen. I promise 🌻

[lfc21]

im not very creative but maybe an enemies to lovers fic or friends to lovers?

Nightmare neighbours

Player: Mason Mount

TW: Fluff, swearing, mentions of break up

Authors note: This is my first Mason Mount imagine! Please send feedback 🥰

In a world where you can be anything, why would you be irritating? That was the question in which you had been asking yourself for the past 3 weeks. Living in London was the best decision you had ever made, but that was until your neighbour moved in. Loud music, huge parties, and constant shouting. You lived in fear of bumping into him. He was rude, cocky and thought far too highly of himself. He was everything you wouldn't look for in an acquaintance, let alone a neighbour. The only thing he was good at was taking your parcels.

--

"And why do I have this pleasure of seeing you?" He smugly asked with a cock of his head as he looked at you from the door. You stood holding a dull expression and eyes that where burning holes through his skin.

"My parcel is here," you explained with folded arms. "Again," you added with slightly more anger. He smiled to himself as he grabbed the box in which was stood next to his door.

"I kept it at the door," He stated, handing it over to you as his fingers brushed yours. Your cheeks burned up into heat, and the interaction between the man made your heart race and butterflies to come alive in your stomach. "Why did you take so long to pick it up?" He asked with a curious lift of his eyebrow. You snapped from the feeling of ecstasy running through your body. He was so nosy that it made your blood boil.

"I have tried knocking three times already, and every time you have stupidly loud music or a drive full of cars," you said back with even more attitude than before. You got on your heels and started to walk back to your house. You didn't hear the door close. Instead, you heard his irritating laughs bellowing from the frame.

"Moaning isn't going to help you in life!" He shouted back as you reached the end of the drive. You rolled your eyes before seeing an old couple glaring at you and Mason. You scoffed before running from his drive. You heard his front door shut, and you sworn to yourself you would never associate yourself with that man again

--

All day, you had wondered when the nightmare neighbour would finally shut up. He had all the Chelsea team shoved in his garden drinking, swearing, and singing through the day. You wouldn't mind this from anyone else, but it was the second time this had happened in a week, and you were trying your hardest to get ready for a date. You stood staring at your closet, wishing and wondering what dress would look best. You heard the roaring of cars from outside, and you knew this was going to be one of those days.

"Oh my god," you mumbled, slamming your closet door shut and throwing yourself onto your bed. You couldn't understand how one person could party all day and start at 11 in the morning.

--

You stood at your front door, looking down at your phone.

Sorry love, I can't make it tonight. Another work meeting.

It was the fourth time your boyfriend had cancled on you in the past month. You knew it was over, you wasn't stupid but you had wished you hadn't gone to all this effort - you wore your nice dress, did the most perfect makeup and shaved as if your life depended on it. You let out a loud breath as you sat yourself at the front door. The cold air decorated your body as you tried to understand what had happened to this so-called fairy tail. You shut your eyes as you hear the opening of a door with the booming of music and screaming coming from it.

"You ok?" You heard Mason shout as he gently shut his front door. You looked up at the surprising sound of his tone. You had never heard him sounding so gentle. It was normally so cocky and smug.

"Erm y-yeah," you softly said with a tight lip smile. Your eyes told different. They were red and dull, just like the way you felt.

"You sure?" He asked, not believing your soft words. You went to reply before feeling an overwhelming rush of emotion. You dropped your head into your hands. The sound of your soft sobs fell into Masons' ears. You felt his presence fall next to you and the delicate feeling of his arm wandering across your back. You knew he was drunk, but there was something about his warm and delicate comfort that you wanted more off. "You don't have to lie," He softly explained as he looked down at your small frame. You looked up at him, and his eyes caught yours. You had never noticed, but his features were the most addictive you had ever seen. You offered him a smile before his hands delicately pushed the tears from your face. He was soft, not smug if anything quite the opposite.

"I'm sick of him," you mumbled as your head fell onto the shoulder of his. His scent was inviting and almost comforting as the tears still decorated your face. You weren't mad at him. You were glad of him.

"Who?" He asked with a wonder as he looked down intently at your small body under his touch.

"My boyfriend," you explained. "More like ex-boyfriend now," you corrected yourself with a dry laugh as you looked down at the promise ring he had given you so long ago. Promises were sometimes meant to be broken.

"Oh, that explains the dress," he said with a laugh as he lightly touched the fabric of your dress covering your bare thigh. His fingers accidently dragged across your skin, causing a slight spark to form in your body. You looked up at him with a smile. He was different in this light - he was soft, caring, gentle, and had a lot more time for you than usual. "Sometimes in life, some things are meant to end... but it's only so good things can start, " Mason explained. His eyes were piercing brown as they never broke contact with you. His body was still wrapped in yours, and the one thing breaking you both apart from your feelings was the warm summer breeze dancing across your shoulders. You didn't say anything, words where no longer able to describe the way you felt in that moment. It would have taken a million years to describe the immense and overwhelming feeling you felt. His face started to fall closer to yours, and his large hand found their way to your waist. His dark brown hair was still perfectly styled, and you couldn't help but admire the way it complemented his skin. Before you knew it, his lips came crashing down onto yours. Your hands found their way around the back of his neck, and you had never felt closer to the man in front of you. You felt as though you were swimming in stars, and it was euphoric. Maybe he was a nightmare neighbour, but sometimes nightmares become dreams, and dreams turn into realities.

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[not-poignant]

Hey Pia, hope you're having a nice day

I was reading your backlog of asks and came across this answer of yours

"Fae haven’t been socialised to techniques like jump cuts and juxtaposition and artificially sped up storytelling and all that shit like humans have, and they often just can’t process it at all."

I found this really interesting because it's something I have never thought about. Like, it makes me wonder how humans reacted when the first moving picture was ever shown. How their minds coped with it.

Do you think fae could learn how to watch and enjoy movies? It would be like riding a bike wouldn't it, hard at first but easy once you figure out how it works?

Also do you think fae would be able to dead and understand human fiction or non fiction books? Would they enjoy forms of human music if they heard it? Are there any fae that are curious or fascinated with human things or culture the way humans are with fairy stuff?

Oooo okay,

So I don't know if you've read any of my stuff (although you know my naaame, so you might have read one of my things). This answer was specifically in context of like, my Fae Tales Verse series, and not like... just the faery realm in general!

But anyway, a lot of these answers are answered all in the character Ash Glashtyn, who is an ensemble character who spends most of his time living in the human realm in the canon stories Game Theory, The Court of Five Thrones and The Ice Plague (where he's trapped in the fae realm and miserable for it). Though the side story The Wildness Within also answers this.

And the tl;dr is that fae can absolutely adapt to watching media! Ash plays video games on a console, he reads fictional novels, he reads non-fiction, he watches television, sings human songs, and he very much enjoys human media. But he's also like 3,000 years old and probably grew into that the way a lot of humans grew into it too (the first humans panicked and fled a movie theatre when they first saw recorded video of a train coming at them - much like dogs that go 'where'd the bear go?' when they see one walk off screen on TV, we also couldn't understand and were like 'OH SHIT A TRAIN.')

Another character in the Fae Tales Verse series who is extremely up to date on human culture is the Nain Rouge who spends almost all her time in the human realm and prefers it. She enjoys rap, arcade music and games, and uses guns / and semi-automatic weapons when she's fighting.

Fae can definitely adapt!

Many other fae steal aspects of human culture (like words such as 'aftercare' or 'dominance/submission' or 'flashback'), and in the case of things like fridges etc. often bind electronic objects to magic so that they'll run like ours do, but without needing an electrical grid (ditto light switches and anything else electrical that they use 'like humans do' but with magical bolstering. In fact the job of 'I make human whitegoods and lights run on magic' is a very lucrative mage career in the fae realm).

So they definitely can adapt, but it's to different levels. Most never need to visit the human realm, and so just...aren't really exposed to it, beyond like the convenience of a fridge or a shower fixture.

[hide-in-imagination]

Hello, hehhhehh, I have to admit that I've been thinking for a long time and decided to write something here and be able to ask something and not be afraid heh. I don't know if my questions will be unnecessary or if you haven't answered them before, so I apologize in advance.

So the first thing I want to ask is how old do you think Benicio is, because this is just my opinion, but I think he looks a lot older than all the members in the Roller Band, and if I'm not mistaken, the only thing we know is that he worked with Simón , but nobody said they were the same age. And in light of this, I also find it quite strange how he was obsessed with Ámbar.

Secondly, I want to ask something about Roller Band in general. The moment they started living in the mansion, Monica and Miguel put blankets in storage for them to sleep in and also joked that Simón was now there legally. They didn't say anywhere that they would also give them their own rooms, but even so, when Lune was talking with Michael in the evening, Matteo came out from the upper floor to the stairs to hear them, but at the same time, when Sharon came there in the evening, Monica told them that it would be best to they didn't sleep in the warehouse, but in Michael's room (but I have to admit that maybe it was just translated differently into my speech and it didn't have to be that way in the original to say, which also leads me to the fact that thanks to the fact that I decided to watch the series with the original sound, I found out that I missed a lot of things about Simbár, because in my talk about her in the second series, he never said that he likes her, but only that he likes her, or when he called her 'bonita' they translated it to me so that he called her by her normal name, and I could go on like this for hours), soooo I'm a little confused if they had their own rooms somewhere in the mansion or notes

And as a last question, I have what you think about how in the first series Ámbar wanted Simon to sing at her birthday party and how they looked at each other while doing it, because I don't know about you, but woouuah, the way was she watching? And how she always looked away when he looked at her? And I also want to ask in which month do you think Ámbar's birthday is? Because I read somewhere on the internet that her birthday should be sometime in August or something like that, but if I'm not mistaken, in the series her birthday was before the holidays, when they were still in school, of course they can have holidays differently than I do in my country, but I still think it wouldn't work out very well for that August, but I really don't know.

And now really as the last thing, I would like to wish you a happy birthday ❤️ although probably rather late, but still. I also wish you a beautiful and relaxing vacation in Canada! Please try to relax as much as possible and enjoy it! ✨️

Hello dear anon! Sorry for the late reply, I was away on vacations. Never hesitate to message me about anything, I really don't mind ^^

About Benicio, yeah, I don't think it was ever stated how old he is, but I think we're supposed to assume he's the same age as Simón, or at most, the same as Pedro (who I think it's one or two years older than Simón.) Yeah, he might look older than the rest, but that's just the actor. We have to remind ourselves that these are all 20-something actors usually playing high schoolers, so, even if the actor looks older than everyone else, we need to ignore that and adjust it so it fits the canon 😂 So, Benicio must be around 20 when Ámbar is 18.

As for the Roller Band living in the mansion, I think that was just the writers being stupid skdnf. You see, when they first arrive, Mónica tells Maggie to prepare rooms and bathrooms for all of them (which they can totally afford to do because they LIVE IN A MANSION, they had hundreds of rooms😂). But then, the guys were playing music too late into the night this one time, so they figured, in order not to bother everyone else at the mansion with the noise, that they could move to the storage room, and that was when they started staying there. (Which I already think it's stupid because they could just go to the storage room when they want to play and then go back to their rooms to sleep, like, why would they need to sleep in the storage room when they have perfectly comfortable bedrooms? 😂 Doesn't make sense.) But anyway, after that, as you mentioned, Sharon showed up, and so Mónica advised them to sleep in Michel's room instead of the storage room because it could be dangerous. Which, again, IT'S SO STUPID. WHY would they all stay in Michel's room when they used to have THEIR OWN ROOMS when they first arrived?? ksjdnfk. It literally makes no sense and I blame the writers but whatever. They were just writing a kids show in Disney Channel; they weren't expecting to have adults analyzing these things.

Finally, about that scene in Ámbar's birthday, soo many people started shipping simbar right then, and that was actually the reason why Simbar became a thing. The writers saw people on Social Media talking about it and they went "Sure, why not?" 😂 This was actually confirmed by one of the writers on Twitter: Simbar was 100% the fans' idea, and that's why we have it today. So I thank all of those people because 1- I hadn't watched the show yet when season 1 came out, and 2- Even when I watched that scene of Simón singing to Ámbar, I genuinely didn't see the sparks you all talk about sdkjfn. I must be broken or something😂 Like, Ámbar looks uncomfortable to me, I'm sorry 😂😂

My headcanon is that Ámbar's birthday is July 30th and Simón's birthday is February 23rd ❤️ I recommend that you don't try to fit actual dates on the Soy Luna timeline because it's no use; none of it makes sense ksdjnf. Like, if you actually count the passing days in season 3, for example, (which I did), everything happens in the span of, like, two months. I'm not joking ksjdfn. Which would mean that everyone was celebrating Día de los Muertos like in May when it's supposed to be in November 🤣🤣🤣 Like, srsly, it makes no sense, don't even try.

Just to give you a reference, every school year in Argentina usually starts by the end of February or the beginning of March. Every season of Soy Luna usually started around the time the new school year started for Luna, so, around those months. So, it would actually make sense if Simón's birthday was either in December, January, or February, because that would explain why we never saw him celebrating it-- It was between seasons. (I choose late February because he's a Pisces in my mind.)

As for Ámbar's birthday, I say July because for me she's a Leo, but really, you all could choose whichever date you want because, as I said, the Soy Luna timeline makes no sense 😂 Just have fun with it and try not to overthink it too much or your head will explode.

Thank you so much for your well wishes 💙 I had a great time celebrating my birthday and during my vacations. Toronto is so beautiful!! 😍😍So many trees!! 😍😍So many squirrels!!😍😍🐿🐿 I would really recommend it to everyone if you ever want to touch some grass connect with nature 🥰🌳 Srly so pretty.

[daphnebowen]

omg you watched journey to bethlehem too?? what'd you think of it??

(also just realized your ask button thingy is a reference to nini's voicemail greeting)

I really really liked the movie! as a Christian i was lowkey kind of worried there would be some stuff that went against my church's doctrine, or be stuff I didn't know anything about, plus the premise of it being a musical... but it had Milo Manheim in it, and i am always and forever going to be in love with him, so that's originally why i watched it mostly for Milo (me and a couple of my friends are die hards for him for absolutely no reason, so we watched it literally the day it arrived on Netflix together). it was everything I could have ever needed and more! i did not expect Antonio banderas to be in there, lol, it kinda surprised me (and who knew he could sing?) when i tell you the first time that i watched this movie i watched it purely for Milo... i was literally kicking my feet anytime he opened his mouth 😭 but the second and third rewatch i was able to actually enjoy the whole story of Mary and Joseph. Because it really is such a powerful story! and I really didn't think about a ton of aspects of Mary and Joseph before Jesus was born. I didn't think about their home lives, or the struggle Mary went through when she had this vision of an angel, telling her she was going to give birth to the literal son of god! like, would i believe her at first either?? probably not! But this movie actually did a really good job at making you fall in love with the characters, even king Herod and his son. plus, can we talk about the music? I really liked it. I like how i could sing most of the more well known church songs (at least, well known for my church) but then they also had songs like "ultimate deception" and "mother to a savior and king" that made my heart fall out of my chest. I never before thought of the different perspectives of how nerve wracking it must be to know that you are going to give birth to the son of god but it's so hard to believe. so i just really liked that the movie used the songs to give us that perspective, as well as herod's son's song, that was an interesting one 😭 so yeah loved the songs, 10/10, Joseph and Mary's chemistry had me crying and wishing for love like that 😭😭😭 and can we talk about how CUTE baby Jesus was?? Like omg that is one of the cutest babies I have ever seen 😍 he got the good genes!

all jokes aside, I really did like this movie. I wouldn't necessarily watch it with a certain sort of Christian mindset of like THIS ISNT THE STORY OF JESUS AND THIS ISNT EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED AND THEY FORGOT THIS AND blah blah blah. it's a fun, family friendly, goofy musical movie with lots of good morals and really loveable characters that if you are religious you probably already know. it definitely added another layer to the birth of baby Jesus and that story for me, so hopefully it will for anyone else who watches it as well! The cast portray the characters so perfectly, it's very well cast, it was SO funny for no reason, and honestly quite sad at some parts but obviously you know how it ends. doing a tribute to the greatest story ever told is quite high stakes and you can tell that everyone - the writers, the directors, the cast, even the animals lol - poured their heart and soul into making this film. so yes, 10/10 I would recommend, even if you aren't religious and just looking for a fun movie with goofy catchy songs and great characters. I absolutely loved it! Let me know what you think @imjustavenuxwithaboomerang!

(and yes, I had to steal nini's voicemail greeting. the opportunity was there and I don't know what Ricky's or Gina's is so I couldn't do theirs lol. plus it's so cute! and so nini! 🥰)

[whatgoesonppl]

@yoonminschoice it says no blogs found so idk if you made it but still I'll tag.

https://www.tumblr.com/yoonminschoice/762647549916151808/the-jikookers-choice-why-im-not-a-jikooker-and?source=share

Not someone who thinks any of BTS members are dating but i do think jikook are closest

Not posting this to make you look at jikook differently or anything cause who cares

1) Why was BH pushing Jikook if fandom's fav ships has always been Taekook, Yoonmin, Nmajin and sope and vmin are everyone's fav the safe ships. vmin actually is most liked after Taekook so why not taekook, vmin or anyone else? What profit was BH going to make off of jkkrs who hardly existed in 2016? where ppl used to send members questions like "Does jk likes jm?"?? I'll make a special post just for "fanservice" since y'all love using jkk and fanservice.

2) JK also said that jm has suggested a travel show yrs ago but it didn't happen or "Nothing came out of it" so using ur logic should i say BH was stopping them?

3) If a "Flat" content of yoonmin would to air tell me yoonminer wouldn't buy it or watch?

4) All the points u made about what YOU think jkkrs think of jkk can be applied to all yoonminers as well cause despite jm being more muscled and an inch taller than yg ynmners still wanna play bad boy yoongi and princes jm like hundreads of ynmnrs on twitter says the same so you're being Hypocrite there.

5) If i sit here and talk about the member who has encouraged jm I'm pretty sure jk's compilation would be more than that of any other members cause he's been the one who encouraged jm along with other members to make his first ever song cover nd was also the one with whom jm did it, jm hasn't gotten vocal lessons so over the yrs he has thanked jk for always giving him advices and lessons, he said the same for MUSE as well didn't he? has said same during dyna as well as in 2021 in their magzines. so who's been helpful towards jm?

Physical and Verbal affection

i) Showed up to his practice and his doc live even tho he simply could have gone home after his home, wanted to join his music show but didn't know schedule which again everyone knows he doesn't check GC like other members do so he never has idea about ANY members' schedules but he somehow has always seen/watched and is aware of jimin's content

ii) made a whole 1.5 hrs live specifically for jm which he never did for any members who released albums before jm or after jm.

iii) Telling him "Even if you're not no1 you're always number 1 to me", "eveb if i don't say it I'm always watching you"

iv) congratulating him even on his small winnings, always singing his songs, knowing every single song of jm's, knowing lyrics to them, never misssing to play ever single new release of jm's.

v) Telling him for his dance

vi) Cooking for jm so many times that when asked jin to make jm's profile he mentioned jk as jm's cook in 2020 which was 4 yrs ago even tho yg and jin also cooks but jk surely is jm's cook. Do i need to mention all the times he's cooked for jm? The big pancake specially for jm because he had penalties even tho jin was also going to do penalties, The whole AYS being jk cooking for jm? Knows what type of food jm loves from spices to sour food etc.

Taking interests in his interests

• Knowing lyrics to every song of his like no one would ever know if asked to sing happens when you listen to same songs and take interest in it.

• Playing video games together

• Working out together and being boxing partners as well but funnily they never shared their videos together but they share same boxing coach.

• Talking with another every single thing because there's no judgement, From silly talks to serious topics everything.

Wants his affection

• everytime he does something he waits for jm's praises, goes to his room when he's alone because he wants jimin's presence and his affection.

• "You know my heart, I love you"

• "Jiminie hyung is the hyung who gives me most comfort"

• "He's my catalyst, he's honey in my life"

• "Jiminie hyung is my charm"

• "jiminie hyung is my you're me I'm you"

• "My heart connects to Jiminie hyung the most when we make eye contact on stage"

• "Jiminie hyung stimulates me on and off stage"

• "I promised to go to the moon with jungkookie"- jimin wouldn't say it if the bond is not Mutual.

• I'm pretty sure jimin would want someone to come to him to comfort when he's crying and jungkook has done that for jm always.

There's many but i won't link all.

There's 11 years of jikook content so if you had paid attention you'd have known Many of the things they have said about eachother.

jimin himself has said that Jungkook is bad at expressing himself and that's why he's a cutie and "jungkook is mine" point is jm understand jk and jk gives jm what he wants. makes sure that his actions are enough to convey his love.

You said jk needs someone who will see him as equal and that's why jm has let jk drop honorifics with him the most even tho jk had initially denied Tae when tae asked him to. jungkook who is not verbally expressive with other members yaps alot in front of jm all because he knows jm will listen to him and will not judge. They themselves had said that they're copies of eachother so how is that happening if both don't think of eachother as equal?

jimin babies taehyung just as much so I'm sure you don't think that means jm don't see taehyung as equal.

Gonna skip the middle part cause that ain't even important.

Why does everyone of shippers wanna talk about 2023 did BTS become friends in 2023 or what? what about the years before that?

The contrast with yoonmin points.....

1) Went to jk to NYC and was present with him before his first ever solo performance in the solo era in another country. wouldn't happen if he didn't want to.

2) Jimin enlisted with Jungkook using the Buddy program and will be with jungkook for 18 months, and get to see jungkook for 18 months.

3) jimin has been with jungl for his b'days every year since they left the dorms. at least 3 times i can mention don't have to stick to only 2023. and none of them said they didn't meet e/o on b'days in 2023 so i won't know that.

4) interesting how jm and jk have been boxing partners since some 2021 yet they never posted together like tae did with jk. I hope you know this information.

5) my guy has been wearing yg's, taeyang's, tae's merch.

6) He's celebrating jungkook's songs and his project since forever and even in 2023, I'm sure you watched AYS as well.

7) Said sorry to jungkook that he couldn't attend his small concert because he was busy that day when there's no need to say sorry in the first place.

What jungkook did for jimin...

1) Jungkook made a whole 1.5 hrs live only for jm never for anyone else.

2) has played every single new jimin song that dropped in 2023 even though all members were dropping their songs as well but jungkook didn't play them till around oct 2023 and before that he played yoongi's album months after when he went to yg's concert when his album had dropped a month after jm.

3) He might not know jm's schedule because everyone knows he doesn't check GC through which every member gets updates on other members like tae, jm, yg etc YET jk knew when smf2 teaser was dropping asked everyone to look forward to it. watched 1st suchwita only because of jm. Watched most of jimin content that would drop. Hasn't missed anything that jm released in 2023 and has hyped everything on his lives throughout 2023.

4) Now we know jungkook hardly ever mention which members he met unless, we know most of his hangouts with other members because of other members hardly ever jk.

5) if i remember correctly jk said jm comes to him and says preuriri to 3D to the point he was worried he himself would say it because jm always used to come to him and say it to him, jm said they talked about music for hrs and he's showed new things he's learned to jk to ask what he thinks he pretty much has been around jk in second half.

Now about making time then it was 2022 when jm visited jk for his b'day like he does EVERY year even tho he was busy working on music with new producer that flew to sk a day before but jm still made sure he'll be with jk. He has denied jungkook more than once for hangouts because their schedules never matched unlike yoongi, jimin and hobi who were working at the same time so jm got to spent a lot of time with them like how he went out with hobi from company for his b'day etc. Went to jk all by himself because HE WNTES not because anyone asked him, HE wanted the show and jungkook agreed without any hesitation. mind you in all three trips they both were busy so how can you say jm made time for yoongi as if he didn't go on 3 trips with jk by making time off of his busy schedule? you talked as if jm made time only for yg so how do you think he did AYS? those trips were in between their busy schedules and those trips were their escape from that busy environment just like 2017 Japan trip was their escape from wtv going on at that time. Cam this cam that yet both were upset while leaving their last location, jungkook said those Trips were the best of his life even tho he's travelled the world multiple times. never saw jm be this upset when leaving ITS location or any Bon Voyage location even tho jk said he gets upset at the end of every trip. If i remember correctly jm said him and jk and one of jin-yg was the last ones to leave the dorms The key point here was he knew him and jk were the last but he was confused btw if it was jin or yg who was with them so what does that tell you?

Funny how people question them when these are the two men who decided to serve in military together for 18 months but they still have to prove their closeness to others lol. It's not that anyone has a problem with you believing yoonmin are romantically involved that's fine but it's the nitpicking over jikook that gets me. It's always "let's talk about 2023 since i have most of my ship moments from 2023" as if yrs before them don't matter. Too many things can be nitpicked on yoonmin's part but we Won't go there.

This is a roughly made post with things i can remember from the top of my head. I know there's tens of errors and typos which i hope will be ignored. Dk if it will reach you since you made it unavailable but still....

Also saw you talking about jkkrs disrespecting jm and jk the other day in jkk tag but i think nothing beats yoonminers HATING jm to the point the first thing ynmners do is defend all NSFW arts and go and write a fic based on it mocking the hate jm gets. Y'all should really think about that first. And quotes are loving it btw.

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Congratulations Tina! You've been accepted as your first choice of Thomas Doherty (Greyson Mendes)! Please send in the account within the next 24 hours!

✖ ABOUT YOU

↳ Name: Tina

↳ Pronouns: She / her

↳ Age: 29

↳ Activity: I will be on every day or every second day (that's only if I am working 3 days in the row).

✖ ABOUT YOUR CHARACTER

↳ Celebrity Desired: Thomas Doherty

↳ Second Celebrity: Hero Fiennes or Noah Centineo.

↳ Character Name: Greyson Mendes

↳ Character’s Pronouns: He / him

↳ Occupation: Tattoo artist

↳ Birthday: 2nd of December

↳ Background: Greyson was born in Barcelona and lived there for a few years. Then his parents decided to move to England, where Grey was actually growing up. He liked to live there, despite of the weather, at least when he was younger. He was good in school even tho he wasn't really ambitious. Grey was showing his perfecionism even when he was a teenger. He was very talented for the arts and music, so he always knew he will do something close to that.

When he was in school, he used to go to the classes of singing and he knows how to play piano and guitar. Although Grey liked the music and playing the instruments, it was more of his mother wish then his own. His mum was always dreaming about being a famous singer or pianist, which wasn't Greyson's dream at all. He was still attending the classes and played in the school as well as long as it will make his mum happy.

Greyson really grew up being very close to both of his parents, as well as his brother Lucius and sister Norah. His childhood and school days were more than happy and he couldn't ever ask for more. Despite of that, Grey did have drug problem as well as alcohol problem. It happened because of people who were hanging out with him and he just didn't want to be different. That really disappoint his parents in a way, although they are still there for him.

He never went to rehab, but he stopped it as it wasn't doing any good for him. Then he decided to attend the classes to become a professional tattoo artist. As he was very talented in arts, he found it very easy and he loves to do tattoos. His mum thought he would go on a music path, but Greyson really thought this is the best decision for him.

He moved to California 5 years ago, together with his brother and sister. He is now planning to open his own tattoo shop and live his life to a fullest. The job is going great, but his love life is a kind of a mess. Before he moved, he was in a long relationship with a guy who hurt him a lot. That is why Grey doesn't want to get involved with anyone, unless it is a friendship.

↳ Para:

“Are you ready?” Still half asleep, Grey could hear the voice of his sister in front of his door. Sometimes he wished she wouldn't be awake so early. Although he loved her to bits, she would drive him mental some of the days. Taking a look on his phone, he could saw it was only 6 am.

“Ready for what? It is like 6 am.” He mumbled to her, as loud as he possibly could. Her laughter was loud enough, even if he was asleep it would surely wake him up. He knew this was a big step tho. Every part of him was telling him he is being only a coward. That didn't matter really - what other choice did he have? He suffered enough anyway.

“You know it's a go time! Come on, hurry up.” She answered to him with happy voice, which almost made him forgot how miserable he actually was. Maybe this would be a good change. If not good, it's definitely a necessary one..

↳ Anything Else? If you wish to ship anyone with Grey straight away, feel free to message me. :)

[proudly-a-killjoy]

The Wretched Existence of an Unloved Child

The collection of short stories that take place in my OCs universe

Part One - Dried Blood on the Cabin Floor

Becoming so attached to the mortal that worked for them was a terrible mistake, Samael thought. Especially because of all the horrible things they had done to her to convince her to sign that contract in the first place.

Naomi had been a normal college student, with normal friends and a normal life. She had big dreams for the future, she wanted to be a famous musician. But growing up in poverty made that very unlikely. She simply wouldn't have the oppurtunities needed to make it that far.

Samael had been watching Naomi since her birth. She was the one destined to be Samael's vessel, back when they had needed one. They no longer had use for her in that way, but they could still see her potential. All the wars that had happened in that past few millenia had weakened Samael to the point their aura was almost unrecognizable, and the need for a mortal avatar became inescapable. It was something Samael would have never done in the past, when they were so much younger and powerful. When they hadn't even seen half the horrors their father would unleash upon them. But now an avatar was a neccesity, if they wanted to get anything done.

So here they were now, staying in Naomi's cabin in Alaska after a particularly brutal hunt. Tracking down the artifacts stolen from the Azurians in the 1300s was never an easy task, but this fight was too close for comfort. It had gotten particularly nasty after Naomi had gotten completely disarmed and a guard had come at her with nothing but a pocket knife. That experience had clearly brought back a memory with Naomi, she had been out of it the rest of the mission as well as the travel back to the safehouse.

A snowstorm had come in an hour after they arrived at the cabin, delaying their return to the daily lives they each tried to return to after a mission. Naomi did not attempt to clean up, she just sat near the fire and let the blood dry. Samael pretended not to notice the vacant look in her eyes.

Three days passed in that cabin, and not a word was spoken. Naomi moved rarely, and it was only to take care of bodily needs. Eventually Samael came to the conclusion that this dissasociative episode would not end by itself.

"Are you okay?" they asked, despite knowing the answer.

It took a few minutes for Naomi to respond.

"What do you think," she said

"I think you aren't. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Why would I."

"Well, when you're ready, I am here."

That was the end of it. Nothing else was said for days. The only sounds were the fire crackling and the winds whipping past the cabin as the snow continued to come.

Samael traced patterns in the frost on the windows, hoping to pass the time by until the roads were safe enough to travel. The crystals of ice in each snowflake that flew by was a sight that reminded Samael of themself. The points sparkled in the same way the small shavings of metal and minerals embedded in their porcelain skin sparkled in the sunlight. A human going by would pass it off as freckles, Naomi knew better. She knew just how sharp those spots could be, how easily they cut if you ran a finger against them.

Naomi continued to sit by the fire. Samael watched as the light of the flames made her blonde hair glow. The sight made them think of what it would be like if Naomi were Azurian. What she would be like if she was a Citrine shard, how the light would bend to her will. But Samael knew that the only Azurian shard Naomi could possibly ever be was a Blood Ruby. Her skill in spilling blood was wonderful, and even as she took life she created too. With music that could pierce the soul and a voice that could make the Sirens themselves stop singing for just a moment.

"It's your fault, you know," Naomi said, "That I'm like this."

And that was the truth. Samael had marked Naomi when she was born, and gave her the curse of knowledge. She could see all that was hidden from humans. The entities that lurked around corners, the souls of the plants and the earth. She saw gods doing their duties, she saw monsters hunting their prey. Her family called her insane. She was in and out of mental hospitals her entire childhood. "Schizophrenic" the doctors had said. She believed them.

It wasn't though, but it was infectious. The longer anyone was around her the more they could see through her eyes. Doctors diagnosed her with a new illness, she was one in 7 billion. She was the girl whose mental illness was contagious.

Spirits were drawn to her, when they felt that she knew they were there. All types, good and bad. They wanted desperately to communicate with her, but she always ignored them. One went to the length to posess one of her friends, Alyssa. Naomi was terrified. The spirit, enraged by her rejection, pulled the pocket knife Alyssa always kept on her. It had belonged to her father.

It was a blood bath. None of Naomi's college friends made it out alive. When the spirit posessing Alyssa came after Naomi, she did what she had to do to survive. That was the first time Naomi killed.

[write-away-miss]

Children's Theatre 1

Mae chases after a girl, who storms off just ahead of her. Andy enters behind Mae. Andy: Hey Mae, what happened with Jolie? Mae: Oh you know, a bunch of kids at a theatre camp in scorching heat, someone's bound to have a tantrum Andy: So it wasn't about anything? Mae: (solemn) No, well, Director Jim made her feel a little bad. He told her that they needed to change her key for "Quietly Wonderful" Andy: Well, she's 12, it makes sense, that song is hard Mae: (sympathetic) But she practiced! She was really excited to get to show everyone and now Jim thinks she doesn't sound good Andy: Did he say that to her? Mae: He said it wouldn't flatter her to sing the song as she does now Andy: Well, I don't know, isn't that the point of theatre camp, to help the kids sound good? Mae: (genuinely defensive) I guess, but this is supposed to be fun. She's not here to be on Broadway or anything. She's 12, she still reads the Percy Jackson series, like Broadway is not the standard here. Andy: (earnestly) Well, I don't know. When we went through this program, I felt like we were on Broadway. Like it felt that important that I sounded the best I could. That's why I came back as a camp counselor. You know, these kids are having the time of their lives thinking they're the best it's ever gonna be. And now that I'm in college, you know, musical theatre is a lot more serious. I actually have to be good now. Like, I wish it could have always stayed this carefree Mae: (snapping) But it's not carefree for me Andy: (confused) You mean for Jolie? Mae: (sighing) Yeah, her too. But I mean, this camp was never carefree, for me. I mean, I was in Jolie's shoes when I was here, and even when I was younger. I thought I had to be Broadway level, and Director Jim held me to that standard. It was fun at first, but then it got to much. It was like all that mattered was sounding good and looking pretty. I didn't even realize I was supposed to have fun. And I grew up too quick without even noticing. Andy: (flustered, trying to comfort) Woah Mae, I'm sorry Mae: It's fine, it was just a lot of pressure for a little kid. So I know how Jolie feels. Andy: Can I ask, though. Why did you choose to major in musical theatre in college if it felt so bad. Mae: Cause I love theatre. I just don't think it loves me back. And I keep going back to her. I mean, don't you ever feel like that? Like musical theatre wasn't what you were meant to do? Andy: Honestly? No. I remember when we were kids, Director Jim would say "If you can picture yourself doing anything else, go do that right now." So I chose this, I always knew I needed to be on Broadway. Mae: Isn't that sad to you, though? You felt like you had to choose who you were going to be when you were still old enough to be in Shrek Jr. That's not fair to you. Andy: (A little fed up) Well, it worked out for me. Silence. Both of them feel the tension. Mae doesn't get why Andy took this personally. Andy doesn't really know why either. Andy: Why did you come back as a counselor again this summer? Mae: I don't know, I needed the money Andy: Please, you've been saying that all summer, but I know this pays like shit, be honest. Mae: (honestly) I wanted to protect any little kid from feeling like I do now.

[goingbackt0505]

Eddie Munson headcannons <3

Idk these headcannons are probably very random lmao

•foreheadkisses

•He wouldn't let you do anything he sells and he would definitely try to not smoke infront of you (wouldn't need drugs with you by his side )

•he likes to talk a lot, dont you dare tell him to shut up he would be very sad and would be like "omg I wanna tell them about this ..." but then remember how you told him to shut up

•overthinks

•would teach you how to play the guitar cause he could have you sitting in his lap hello ?

•would brag about your relationship to the hellfire club members (and everyone else) constantly

•the type of guy to make out with you infront of people who look at you the wrong way

•okay we all know this but it needs to be said : this man is a sucker for cuddles

•he would just like to lay on his bed with u in his arms listening to music all day

•gets so worried and stressed if you're injured ,on your period, sick or something that you have to calm him down

•would definitely skip school for you if you're sick or just not feeling well

•would sneak into school for hellfire club meetings later tho

•sometimes he would just be like : aww come on sweetheart lets go somewhere today school is boring anyway

•you often have to remind him that school is kinda important...

•sings with you

•this man can't cook you can't convince me otherwise, he could maybe make pizza but it would be either still frozen in the middle or completely burnt

•he lives off snacks (please someone cook him a decent meal)

•actually gets so annoyed with his hair sometimes that he puts it in a bun and says something like "would you still love me if I had a buzzcut cause I'm so close ..." he would never do that tho cause he's very proud of his hair

•would let you braid his hair (and he would definitely enjoy it)

•this man does not use 7 in 1 bodywash on his hair there's probably at least 3 different hair care products in his shower

•still uses that 7 in 1 wash on his body tho

• I think he cares a lot about hygiene, his smell and definitely his hair

•has some signature cologne that actually smells good

•he cares about your hobbies. You play some instrument he can't play ? He will ask you to teach him how to play. You like to read ? He would get you some books and would act like hes reading them sometimes.

• This man would get bored of reading so easily tho, can't finish one page without getting distracted. But you reading to him? Thats something else, he would actually love it.

•you're the most important person to him

•need something? He'll get it for you

•he'd shoplift if he cant afford it tbh ...

•Can be very wholesome but you cant get rid of the dirty jokes

•would definitely whisper dirty things into your ear in public

•he's a tease

•loves you the way you are AND if you have insecurities that he knows about he would definitely tell you how beautiful they are like ???every minute??? till you stop being insecure lmao

•makes sure to praise you for everything you do .... praising kink... okay but he would loveee to get praised too

•feel like he wouldn't be into degrading at all

•he's a switch

•puts these handcuffs in his room to use sometimes ,what did you think ? they're decoration? ... uhm no

•loves it when you play or try to play on his guitar, he would be so proud AND LIKE come on he would die on the spot (cause its too hot)

•would make you wear his shirts

•would definitely gift you one of his rings and he would expect you to wear it everyday... (he'd be so happy to see it on your hand or on a necklace around your neck fr its like you're married to him )

•if you're dating him for more than a year he would probably already start planning your future out ...

•he's very much into commitment

•doesn't do short term things it's either for ever or nothing

•this man is loyal as heck and expects you to be the same

•he trusts you but he gets jealous veryyyy easily

•I feel like if you actually MANAGED to upset him he would either not talk to you at all or just communicate through songs

•tells you that he needs space if he's sad / upset but actually wants to hold you and cry into your shoulder...

[lets-dance-to-joy-division]

List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity ✨💛🌻 (no pressure if you don’t want to)

What a wonderful question to wake up to today! I should probably be better about doing these types of affirmations, so thank you for the ask!

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So here we go in no particular order.

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1: Music.

Everything about it. From playing my guitars and singing, writing new songs, learning music theory, to just listening to it and finding new music and styles. All of those things bring me peace and calm. Music also has this ability to just take all my anxieties away like nothing else I've ever known, and when I go to concerts I feel like a different person who's more free. I don't get freaked out by strangers touching me, I don't mind how crowded and loud the space is, I can just live in the moment and feel excited.

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2: Reading.

I love reading so much, I'm particularly fond of novels, adventure and fantasy are my loves but I also love tragedies and dramas. The sad bits are my favorites. Really all types of books even non fiction, especially those that are scientific. When I read I'm taken in my mind to other worlds and lives. I almost always learn something about myself from a book by how I relate to a character.

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3: Cosmology: the science of the origin and development of the universe.

I am in love with the stars and space, physics, and all things science; I always have been and always will be. I still have my first telescope that I cried for months to get when I was 7. This is the field of study that I want to pursue and it's what I want to shift my life towards when I go back to school in the near future; once I'm done working remotely away from my home. Just saving money right now to start pursing that lifelong dream come winter semester.

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4: Camping and hiking.

I'm a lover of all things outdoors and am an avid gardener, flowers and vegetables. But camping and hiking always make me feel closer to the earth and closer to myself. And seeing the stars so clearly at night makes me feel closer to my dreams.

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5: My best friend Fuzzy.

He has been there for me through some of the roughest moments of my life, and he truly is one of the only people I've ever met who truly understands me. We've been through hell together, we've both struggled with depression, suicide, love, loneliness, and through everything we've always had each other to hold. Fuzzy, you are a beautiful human who always makes me laugh. We've become walking bags of bits and jokes together over the years and I think you've brought more joy into my life than anything else. I love you deeply, more so than I could ever express. You help me to hold on in my dark moments and I'm so happy that I have had the chance to have you in my life. You're the brother that I never had growing up, and my only regret is not having met you sooner. I could kiss you on the lips you fucking troglodyte. I really wouldn't be alive today without your friendship. I miss you buddy and I can't wait to come home and see you again. ❤ @scoutshonorband

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Bonus: Writing poetry. Obviously this bring me joy, but considering it's like 80% of my blog it felt like cheating to list it.

[cryptiql]

smoke signals

pairing: dabi/m!reader

warnings: smoking, mentions of anxiety and abuse, but otherwise okay. please do not read forward if any of the listed warnings might trigger you in any way, and stay safe <3

words: 6.5k

a/n: this is my first ever mha fic and the fact that i decided to do dabi first shows i have some massive balls but i'm giving it a try! if he seems ooc at all or i get some facts wrong, please lmk and i'll fix them. (heavily inspired by smoke signals by phoebe bridgers—would recommend listening to it or any of her other songs while reading)

dabi found the meaning of life in a simple strum of chords; a melody twisted by melancholy tunes that resonated deep within the gates of his mind. they haunt him—either by breaking his conscious from a much needed rest to bring him tossing and turning in the damp air of the loft, or making sure that he stayed wide awake during the late hours of the night and well into the creeping day. the lyrics are so surreal that he has to sit down and contemplate their meaning like an english teacher would to the color red, but they're painted saccharine and drip with honey flowing from the mouth that sings them and he hates it. he hates that he's wasted moments better spent wrecking havoc just to understand that stupid little ditty that clings to his heart like a leech. but this song did not come from his own craft—no.

dabi had known the putrid stench of sweat and vermillion blood when the flames licked at his skin, breaching the coarse flesh of his palms to rain hellfire upon all those who dared oppress him. he could weave lies with knots that would take years to unravel, and set whole cities ablaze with a mere finger. clawing oneself from a well built to drown them in their trauma does tend to leave scars on ones hands, and dabi's body was practically a canvas for mutilation, so he could consider himself an expert on the matter. he could attempt to make such a song by strapping in with his many hours of free time and diligent persona, but his hands were not made for music; neither delicate, sonorous tunes or dark, grating strains. they were made for war.

so if anyone had asks, "no" is his answer. "i don't play." and yes, it is while he's drumming a rhythmic beat that he claims this to be true, but the last thing he thinks about is donning a set of drums during his free time. he's far too distracted by the image of your taper fingers curled around the neck of your guitar to consider anything else.

the gentle but keen plucking of chords startles him from yet another ridiculously long-winded spiel by shigaraki, and dabi swallows a strangled groan behind his grinding teeth. it's in his head, now, and so far the only thing that has succeeded in reaping it from his memory—if only for a few minutes—is the blood stained battlefield that he's found himself fighting on far too many times this month alone.

what's he complaining about, though? it's not as though he minds getting down in the dirt. in fact, he's ecstatic to dig his claws into any gruesome ordeal so long as it benefits him in some way, so why is he so invested in this little to and fro game of twenty questions with the likes of you; someone as significant in the world as a paperclip without paper to hold? why come back, despite there being nothing in it for him besides a series of migraines?

not from you, a voice answers from inside. you're an absolute pleasure.

dabi nearly snarls at the confirmation that his own mind is turning against him, and as he does this, a plume of smoke erupts from his lips, billowing and curving to create intricate patters before dissipating into the atmosphere. a second time. a third. a fourth drag from the cigarette has completely obscured his face from anyone's view, and he relishes in the instant of privacy it gives him. however, it has also blocked him from seeing everyone else in the room, and while he normally would have considered that a blessing, it appears tomura has had enough of it.

you get headaches because you smoke too much, comes a second voice; yours, scolding in a way he'd only expect from a worried mother. dabi only has a split second to register it before shigaraki's head pokes through the fumes, red eyes alight with rage and lips pulled back into a snarl.

"would you quit doing that inside? it's fogging up my brain and i can't think straight." he grates.

"strange—i assumed there wasn't a brain in there to fog up in the first place." tomura's nostrils flare and dabi's pride spikes.

"besides, you came in here and looked directly at me as i was smoking—why didn't you ask me to stop then?"

"i was telling you with my eyes, idiot. you should know when it's time to either take it outside or put the damn thing out. there are ashtrays for a reason, and not everyone here wants to inhale that shit." he interrupts their intense staring contest only to wave his hand to clear the smog. now he can see the rest of the league clearly (oh joy, he thinks) and gives an indignant grunt when spotting toga at the bar table, covering her mouth and nose as a pitiful aim to block her lungs from the smoke. twice, who had unfortunately used up the last pack of his own cigarettes that morning, leans forward to take a whiff, exhaling soon after with satisfaction.

kurogiri stands at his usual spot behind the bar, seemingly unaffected as he idly scrubs away at grime infested glasses, while sako lounges at the opposite end of the room. his mask is on, leaving dabi to wonder if it's been like that all day, or if he just recently put it on to better fend off the fumes. he doesn't really care, whatever the case.

after a beat of silence, dabi wets his lips to respond, a lopsided smirk growing on his features.

"oh, i'm sorry your frail body hasn't adapted to a bit of vapor in the air. and with that flakey skin of yours, it's no wonder you're extra sensitive—"

shigaraki's hands come flying through the next waft to slam against the tabletop where dabi's feet lie, causing it to wobble and creak in protest. the ravenette doesn't even flinch as the harsh, raspy words are spat in his face.

"if you're not going to pay attention, then leave. actually, i'd prefer you do that either way."

and dabi would have happily disregarded his request if not for the faint ringing in his ears, rising higher and higher before receding back into his skull like the tide. a scowl morphs its way onto his once vacant expression as he puts pressure on his temple, rubbing softly where his eyebrows knit together. just for today, he'll indulge his so-called boss's whims. the piercing screech that emits from below when he pushes his chair back does nothing to help with the ever-growing headache, but it hardly matters now that he's headed out the exit. he's able to catch the last fragments of shigaraki's raving before the door closes, leaving him to stand amid the tumult of the city in all of its glory.

the alleyway is dark with looming shadows, but people are still milling about, so dabi considers himself lucky for already being dressed in his disguise. he flips his hood up, pulls the surgical mask over his nose and quickly slides on his sunglasses for good measure before slipping out into the traffic, sometimes going with the flow and then weaving past those moving too slow for his liking.

right now, his patience is a mere thread; hair thin and on the edge of snapping whenever someone bumps his shoulder. their negligence is infuriating, and he's tempted to roast them into a charred, mangled mess then and there—the consequences of blowing his cover be damned—but by some miracle, he manages to refrain from doing so. it takes about five minutes for his temper to shorten to the length of a matchstick, and he knows that one more shove will be what strikes it. dabi pauses for a moment to crane his neck, allowing the sea of people to flow around him like a stream to a rock as he searches for an alternative route. it appears as though he'll have to take his chances with the crowd until he hears the repetitive ringing of a bell and a man's voice calling for passengers to board. public transport was risky, what with him being a menace to society, but he can't possibly be the single most shady dressing person on the train, right?

he wouldn't bother answering his own question when daylight was burning, so dabi pushes himself from the swarm and leaps for the streetcar just as it begins pulling away from the stop. there's a shuddering jolt before the passengers settle in for their departure, and as his palms squeeze the metal railing in response, he notices the peeling red paint clinging to the car's exterior and finds himself staring at it for a ludicrous amount of time, not thinking about anything in particular.

the rickety trolley is semi-packed with civilians, none of whom regard his presence with anything more than a noncommittal glance. good—that makes his job ten times easier. to his chagrin, it runs over more than a few opposing train tracks or crudely paved bumps in the road, and this causes the whole cart to jostle before stilling completely, the process repeating itself over and over.

the knowledge that his trip to the outskirts of town is a short one is the only thing that calms his nerves.

when dabi finally arrives at his destination, the sun is gradually descending from its peak in the sky, and the clouds are more like wispy tufts than the luscious, cotton candy lumps they were just hours earlier. overhead, the baby blue hues turn to shades of opal; a forewarning of rain. the feelings of irritation and malice from earlier are still bound to him like chains that threaten to snap him in half when drawn too tight. the crippling weight causes his feet to drag along the gravel path at a sluggish pace, his own hot breaths fanning against his face from behind the mask. if anyone actually lived out here and they were to see him, their first impression would be that a living corpse had just waltzed onto their property. it was just his luck, then, that you were the only person out here, and by extent, the only one not deterred by his appearance.

even so, dabi's mind kicks into gear. was this a good idea? he doesn't even know why he came here—he just needed a place to blow off steam and his body had already made the choice on its own. this isn't any different from all the other times, though, and he can't ignore the fact when it sits in the pit of his stomach like an anchor. you're always the first person he goes to at times like these (dabi subconsciously rules out the man working at the local 7/11 who sells his liquor cheap, though he's still appreciative of the bottle to numb his thoughts). that tells him more than he wants to know.

your house is quaint, like those old country cottages he sometimes sees pictures of, and squats on a large, grassy mound of earth surrounded by heaps of rocks and sand from the neighboring beach. it merges with a towering lighthouse, and dabi notes that there must not be any sailors due to make port yet, otherwise the light would be on. the second thing he takes in are the flowerbeds sitting under your two front windows, and how they look withered and close to death.

"i wanted to add some color, but i can't keep plants alive for shit." you had said, huffing in amusement to yourself as you tended to the weeping alliums. "succulents are the only exception."

a small pot of them sits on the windowsill, but they seem to have gotten to big for it; the rubbery leaves spilling over the cracked rim. he hardly registers how much of a stalker he must look like until he stands on your welcome mat, peering through the dirty glass panes to find you nowhere in sight. the lights aren't on, so he can only see the outlines of furniture when bands of light stream in to reveal them.

sitting back on the balls of his feet, dabi curses under his breath. it's not like he was expecting anything. how was he supposed to know whether or not you were home when you had no way of telling him?

"jesus, patch!" a shout startles him from his brooding, but he doesn't let it show as he looks towards to ocean. you're hauling yourself over a large rock to wave him over, wearing a familiar grin. so that's why he couldn't see you. dabi makes careful work of leaping over jagged stones and threatening to bake any nosy seagulls as he makes his way to where you sit, with your favored instrument slung over your shoulder. the ghost of a smile graces his lips when he recalls how you would have scolded him for being mean to the birds, but that was before last week.

"pesky fucking bastards—they keep shitting on my music sheets!" another seagull waddles into your vicinity, only to squawk in distress as you shoo it away with your foot. "i wonder if this is natures way of telling me to quit while i'm behind. . ."

after breaching the treacherous terrain and nearly scraping himself in the process, dabi squats on the stone beside yours, looking up at you with hooded eyes. you meet his gaze with nothing short of merriment and a shake of your head.

"if someone had seen you, you would have been arrested on the spot for being a peeping tom." you chuckle, combing a hand through your hair with a smirk. "what? you lookin' you catch me in the nude or something?"

dabi scowls, choosing to ignore the question rather than give into the bait. as if i would be satisfied by looking at anyone but you in that state. he swats the air as if it would drive the notion from his mind like a bothersome fly.

"in the middle of fuck-ass nowhere? i'd never get caught."

"aw, don't be like that. if you really wanted a peek you could've just asked." the mocking tone in your voice spurs him to smack your thigh, which earns a hearty laugh in reply.

"ooh, don't treat me so roughly, or i might begin to like it!"

dabi has had more than enough experience with your flirtatious tendencies, and he feels he should have gotten used to it by now, but his heart still clenches every damn time. the worse part? he can't say that he minds. you don't give him a chance to respond, but dabi hasn't a clue what he would have said, so he lets you continue, watching intently as you rifle through your bag to fish out a guitar pick. shifting into a crisscross position, you perch the guitar on your lap and begin tuning the strings, idly talking about how uneventful the past days have been. dabi pretends not to have heard that it was because he wasn't there to visit, and instead gives his attention to the lighthouse in hopes that you won't see the faintest of reds dusting his ears.

five minutes pass before you actually start playing, and even then, it's only a few experimental notes here and there that help you build towards the perfected melody.

it's too sweet for his taste; dabi swears that's why his stomach turns so ferociously and prompts him to lean against the boulder to his right for some sort of stability. he won't even humor the idea that it's because of the way your lips twitch into a near half-smile before melding back into a concentrated frown the moment you strike a wrong cord. an embarrassed flush captures your cheeks as you study the music sheets, briefly pressing down on them when a sudden breeze flutters the pages. the pencil that was once tucked behind your ear now sticks out from one corner of your mouth, a flash of pink and orange melding together when you go to absentmindedly gnaw on the wood.

many more minutes fly by, and you've long since abandoned the new tune just to pick up an old one. dabi's back straightens at the first set of strings you pluck, and he recognizes them as the same ones that have been playing on repeat in his head since the day you met.

dabi's heart hammers in tune with every footfall that slaps against the pavement, tearing through the small pools of water that grow with every second. it hasn't stopped raining since the chase began, and there isn't an inch of him that hasn't been soaked through. still, something good must come from this little dilemma—the burning sensation that clings to his arms has almost settled down. the silhouettes of trees merge with inky blackness when he blinks, and he reaches with trembling hands to wipe the droplets of water clinging to his eyelashes.

a yellow square of what assumes to be light shines in the distance, contrasting wildly adverse to the darkness that sweeps him up from under his feet and pushes him forward. the sound of police sirens has been reduced to a mere memory in the time that was running, but he isn't about to risk going back to the league's base in fear of a stakeout waiting to get the jump on them. besides, why stop there when the possibility of shelter awaits him?

the bottoms of dabi's shoes are slick with mud, and blades of grass have snuck their way under the cuffs of his jeans to scratch at his skin. the sensations paired with the numbing cold are beyond uncomfortable, but he won't have to worry about that once he gets inside—that being if the person inside doesn't put up a fight.

he'd expect them to be mad if they did anything except that, no matter how welcoming the house looked. dabi's instincts tell him that someone out this far from the city doesn't a have a lot of connections, and thus killing them wouldn't cause an uprising if it were needed, but the minute he grips the doorknob, a thought occurs. if they have a quirk, its power could level my own or even surpass it. . . he grits his teeth. but like hell i'm going to let them win.

the hesitation vanishes in an instant as dabi turns the knob and thrusts himself inside, wielding a blue flame in his dominant hand to further illuminate the room. the wind is so fierce that it pulls the door shut for him, and the villain finds himself staring down the unperturbed figure of another man, perhaps around his age, hunched over a stove and glaring at a steaming kettle. they lock gazes, and almost immediately, the kettle gives a high pitched whistle. you look away first, lifting the pot and turning the burner off whilst opening the cupboard overhead to pull out two mugs, both of which adorn ugly christmas-themed patterns that dabi wishes he could forget ever seeing.

his glare hardens when you move to the table in the far corner and begin pouring what he assumes to be tea, taking one cup into your own grasp and leaving the other at his own disposal. your one mistake is grabbing your phone from the counter, but when dabi's flame enlarges, you hold your arms up in defense. then, before he can even formulate a proper threat, you toss the phone to him. he catches it easily and observes the dark screen, masking his astonishment with a more sinister expression.

the only other move you make is to drape yourself across a cushion on the window seat with an acoustic guitar in hand. you look more relaxed by the second despite being cornered by a dangerous criminal, and dabi has to refrain from voicing his shock when you address him with an almost bored tone.

"if the tea isn't to your taste, there's more in the cabinet. shower is down the hall to your left, and there's a spare bedroom upstairs to the right. do whatever the hell you want, just don't burn the place down or touch my freddie mercury records."

dabi is stuck to the spot for one of three reasons, he determines. one, your attitude has surprised him into a stupor that not even hiw own will can break. two, his refusal to believe that you're handling this situation in a calm manner is really just his defense mechanism kicking in, and he won't move until proven that you won't do anything when his back is turned. and three, you're quirk is similar to that of madusa's and you've successfully turned him into a fleshy mannequin.

"if you're worried about me calling the cops, what you're holding is the only working phone here. the power is out due to the storm, so my landline is dead, and the nearest form of help is a crippled old widow five miles west. i'm not going to risk running when i'm up against someone with a quirk."

dabi considers everything said, but never once allows his fire to dim. he took the surrounding area into account while making his escape, and he can see the landline is in fact out of service, so the male's assurances checked out. hell, the light source that guided him here was nothing but an old-timey oil lamp. the fact that you're quirkless does him a great amount of good as well.

with cautious steps, dabi makes a beeline for the bathroom, but he stops halfway to stare at you again. you respond by quirking a brow and kicking your feet up, something akin to mischief in your guise.

"i can take the shower with you since you're so afraid i'll make a break for it." you drawl, and dabi snarls, a fowl cuss bubbling in his throat as heat crawls its way up his neck.

"why, with a blush like that you might not need any drying off~."

dabi decides that he's had enough and storms down the hall, already peeling off his dripping clothes and and silently promising that he'll burn the guy to a crisp if he so much as tries to catch a peek. he can hear you calling out in hilarity even as he slinks into the shower and attempts to drown you out with the static-filled haze that captures his senses.

"the name's, y/n, by the way!"

try as he might, dabi had never been able to keep from coming back. now the reason why has been revealed to him on a silver platter, and he won't even spare it a glance.

your soft singing snaps him from his reminiscing as he stretches his legs, stifling a groan when something pops as not to disturb you. while digging through his pockets for a cigarette, he stops momentarily for fear of forgetting how to breathe when he lays his sights on you. you're in your own little world; everything else—him included— seems to have disappeared as you play from the heart. you need no standing ovation, no adoring fans or fantastic lightshows. you've said it once, that fame and glory mean nothing to you, and that you have all you could ever want or need right here, nestled in the beachside view of what you call home.

"and i have you." a cool breeze ruffles your dirt stained overalls as you reach up to wipe a bead of sweat from your forehead. the sun beats down on you, never shining half as bright as your smile, and the shore kisses the boulders with waxing and waning waves of aquamarine; frothy, foamy masses washing up with it to carry lone strands of seaweed. "otherwise i'd go mad without your company."

okay, that was lie. the truth is right there, practically spitting in his face how much of an idiot he is for trying to deny it, and dabi is glaring right back at it. he feels like an impatient kid on christmas eve, sneaking glimpses of gifts under the tree and feeling like he's committed a felony after getting caught. and you do catch him.

"penny for your thoughts, patch?" there it is—that stupid nickname. it's always been laced with mirth when you call him as such, but now it's replaced by genuine curiosity. and is that a hit of concern he hears? you study him with pursed lips and stony features that gradually morphs into that of concern when the silence stretches on. dabi forces himself to sneer at you, and something stirs inside his chest when you don't flinch.

he hates it. he hates you.

dabi nods to the sky, a guarded noise building in the back of his throat as he tugs on his earlobe.

"s'gonna rain." your jaw visibly clenches, but you humor his evasive habits just like you always have, looking to the clouds, which have darkened considerably in the last hour or so. it's around this time that the weather patterns become more unpredictable, but you've noticed the distinct lack of rainfall in spite of the gathering storm brewing overhead. you could sit out here for a while longer without much activity in the sky, and it would take more than a little shower to drive you inside, especially when you finally had the chance to enjoy some quality time with dabi. you notice the way his shoulders droop and the tension from his facial muscles all but disappears when he sits amidst the smell of fresh salt water and unpolluted air—the weight of his past slowly but surely ebbing away. you'd like to hope you have some part in that. oh god, do you ever hope.

you plead to whatever omnipresent being above that he's not just here to hit a blunt without getting reprimanded for it, or that he's making these daily visits out of pity.

"nah. it's been like this for a little while—looks like a storm will hit, but then it passes before it even begins." you sling the guitar back over your shoulder and gather up your music sheets, eyeing dabi from your perch. you're challenging him now, and normally you would never dare force him to speak if he didn't want to, but something about his aura is off. you can sense it in his words; the very air he breathes; and it compels you to hold him close, if only he would let you.

"so, you gonna tell me why you're avoiding the ques—" a deep rumble interrupts you, and dabi lets out a sigh of relief that you're thankfully too distracted to hear. a single drop of water hits your nose, followed by another, and another, and—

"you were saying?"

"oh shut it." you don't get to finish speaking, for a crack of lightning strikes the far end of the beach, scattering sand in every direction. you just barely manage to scoop up your belongings before sliding from the rock, but your footing betrays you and send you stumbling to the ground. dabi is there to catch you, wasting no more time in hauling you to your feet and rushing you as carefully as possible through the jagged maze. he can't refrain from smiling when you splutter a string of profanities pass poorly hidden laughter, an unmistakable "FUCK ME!" spilling into the cold evening when you accidentally stub your toe on a particularly sharp stone. it's pouring within seconds, and no sooner do you reach the doorstep do you both realize how sopping wet you are.

the last thing you think of is your chattering teeth, however, when you see dabi's spiky tufts of hair dripping with residue and his electric blue eyes gazing into yours. what you do think is that for the first time in your painfully ordinary life; your twenty three years of mediocrity and progressive isolation from the world around you; you have found the single person who understands your struggles and has chosen—for some unfathomable reason—not to abandon you. you wish you could say your parents were the same, but you also have scars from a distant childhood that brought you to this place.

this old lighthouse is your home, yes, but dabi is your sanctuary. he might as well be a god by how often you worship him from afar, wondering if ever you'd be so lucky; so eternally blessed; as to call him yours.

you don't register that he's opened the door to let you both inside until a cozy warmth envelopes you. no, wait, that's dabi's fire. it should terrify you that the same man who threatened you with those flames is now at arms length, but you trust him not to hurt you in any way, and so you lean into the gentle licking of heat on your skin, humming in content as your shivering comes to a halt.

dabi's fear of burning you diminishes when you flash him a grateful smile, a whisper of thanks echoing across the walls and pummeling his heart without resistance. he averts his eyes with a curt nod, a feeling like molasses weighing down his tongue and drowning the words he wants to say.

"you're welcome." is all he can muster.

half an hour later, your guitar is drying by the hearth and the two of you are huddled on the window seat, nursing cups of coffee and watching the storm in a comfortable silence. you haven't blinked in a while, meaning you've wandered off the tracks of consciousness as suspected, and pretty soon, you start singing quietly to yourself; the deep crooning used as background noise to your aimless meditation. dabi nudges your calf with his foot and is rewarded with a brief quirk of your lips and a nudge back. he doesn't have the patience nor the brain power to decipher how long this goes on for, but it doesn't matter.

this is fine. the image of red hair and a tall, intimidating figure invades his train of thought, and dabi curls inwards on himself. this is fine.

but it's not.

trembling, he places his mug on the table before retracting back into his seat, clasping his hands together. he tries visualizing the ties of his life coming together to form a rope. the fingers on his left—memories from his past—linking together with those from his right—memories made with you. his palms connect, bringing instant relief with the knowledge that he's here now, practically nestled between your legs, out of harms way. you're both fine.

dabi takes the swelling anxiety and pretends to crush it within his fist; clenching and unclenching it until his peace of mind returns.

"penny for your thoughts, patch?" you ask again, still in somewhat of a trance. this time, dabi answers.

"why do you call me that?"

you're caught of guard, half expecting him to ask why you haven't turned him in to the authorities. you've seen him without his disguise, you know his name, and for the past eight months you've been socializing with him like normal human beings do. that's more than both of you could have said in the past. of all the burning questions, he chose that one? "i've heard 'patchwork' and 'staples' and just about everything in between. why shorten it to patch?"

you gape at him, opening your mouth, then closing it, and so on. the pitter patter of rain against the window has ascended into relentless pelting. it sounds like gunfire to dabi; assaulting his ears in floods; but to you, it's nothing more than a waterfall hindering your view of the ocean. the deep breath you take seems to put more suspense in the atmosphere than needed, and it makes dabi's heartrate quicken for an entirely different reason, yet he makes no sign of stopping you.

"because my first thought whenever i see you is how much you remind me of a doll." oh. what?

you can tell by dabi's reaction that that wasn't what he was expecting, so you gesture for him to wait. he isn't sure he likes the forlorn expression you're wearing.

"typically, when kids first get a doll, they treat it like glass and make sure to tend to it with love. other times, doll owners are reckless and tear them apart just to stitch them back together like nothing happened. you use that camouflaged to blend in with the public, and i'm lucky enough to see what's under it. . .but sometimes i wish you'd keep the mask on so i don't have to see you upset."

upset? a fizzing sound erupts from his palms that he struggles to put out. he's not upset.

"don't try to hide it. you're always scowling when you think i'm not looking, or when you forget i'm even here, and i know it's because someone broke you without the intent of fixing you up."

once more, red clouds dabi's vision, and he moves to stand up.

"you had to clean up after their mistakes because no one else would, but instead of reusing the bits and pieces of your old self, you burned them. you destroyed any and all evidence of who you used to be and now you're patching yourself together with parts that aren't your own, because you don't want to hold onto what happened. though, something tells me you still haven't let go, otherwise you wouldn't be so angry."

"you don't know that!" he snaps, but he knows it's not true.

your hand closes around his wrist, and dabi recoils with such strength that it yanks you from your seat. dabi doesn't want you to let go, no matter how much he thrashes in place, because the sensation of your skin on his grounds him. somehow you know this, and you give a comforting squeeze to his pulse.

"but that's not all i see. because dolls are beautiful, and it's the ones who still love them after they're broken that they need the most. no one's told you they think you're beautiful, have they?"

dabi shakes his head, refusing to meet your gaze even when you cup his cheek with your free hand tilt it towards you. every touch is filled with hesitancy; feather light and more intimate than anything dabi has ever witnessed, let alone experienced personally. with the way you hold him like he's water in your hands, your eyes overflowing with a love he hasn't known in forever, dabi knows he won't find another feeling like it. you're not the embodiment of good—at least not by society's strict standards—but at least you can sit there and say you've committed a crime. you've never bloodied your hands by hurting others, much less gotten a thrill from doing so, and that's why he pulls away. he has to, because dabi is a harbinger of war, and if he holds you any closer it will only be to kill you.

he says something; a snarl mixed with a broken plea that he prays will make you stop; and you do. his silent victory doesn't last for long, though, because then you're using both hands to cradle his face and fuck, the pads of your thumbs grazing his scars feel like heaven. "won't you let me be the first?" how could he say no? how, when the taste of honey and whiskey is so addictive that he's already drooling into the kiss and willing to beg for more; when your mouth slots perfectly with his and dabi begins to wonder if he's stumbled right into the scene of a cliché wattpad story. the idea causes him to huff out a growl, and although neither of you can talk, he can imagine how strongly you must want to poke fun at him for the action. he can feel you smirking—the smug little bastard you are—and dabi ponders how long it will take to reduce that attitude of yours until you're submitting to him.

not yet. he chastises himself, completely unaware that you're currently thinking the same thing. dabi kneads the flesh of your hips through your jeans while you comb your fingers through his hair, gasping sharply between bruising, wet kisses and keening when he leans down to nurse your lips with soft pecks afterword. you're still trying to process the fact that you've coerced this devious criminal into making out with you in the pale glow of your seaside residence, but for the moment, you need not concern yourself with the details. you've forgotten all about dabi's ego and how this whole situation is no doubt feeding its flames. his grip on your waist is making you too delirious to care.

"fuck." dabi's breath is staggering when you finally pull back, an aura of clarity and desire hanging between the two of you.

"y-yeah. . .that was. . ." you can't produce a word, or even a paragraph to describe it. you know you're going to hit yourself later for admitting such a banal phrase in the midst of what could be classified as your very first kiss, but that is neither here nor there, and you would rather suffer an agonizing death than let dabi find out that he stole your first. you're too preoccupied envisioning all the other firsts to come, so you don't notice the way he stares at you like some precious jewel, but his fingertips brushing your bottom lip succeed in snapping you out of it.

"hm?"

dabi goes quiet, contemplating what to say as the thunder moves abroad and the rain comes to an end, leaving the house in a numbing state of tranquility.

"why not call me doll, then? it'd be easier."

you chuckle in response, playing with the hairs at the base of dabi's neck and making sure not to miss the way he melts into the affection. "i thought that'd be moving too fast." and dabi; still drugged from your kiss and what he can only hope is love; rasps out a genuine laugh, cupping your jaw with a tenderness that makes your knees weak.

"you offered to take a shower with me the night we met, and you think a nickname is moving too fast?"

you stick your tongue out at him, and dabi resists the urge to grab it, even if it's just a bluff.

"would you have let me call you that anyways?" you ask, something hopeful ridden in your tone. dabi feigns consideration as he looks to the ceiling, snickering when you smack his chest. eventually, he murmurs what you audibly hear as "brat" before resting his forehead on yours, an impish glint in his gaze.

"no."

you turn your chin up at him, giggling when he nips at the skin. dabi knows just as well that your attempts at escaping him are halfhearted, so he encircles his arms around your waist tighter, delighting in the flush that paints your cheeks.

"then i think i'll settle for my love, or darling, if that's alright with you."

dabi can't fend off the blush for his life, but he's not afraid if you acknowledge it. he can get you back easily, and he plans to. "fine by me, doll."