#i wonder if there will ever be another shift

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere Eldritch being who has taken over your entire town.

TW. Dead Dove Do Not Eat Horror, confinement, isolation, death, Stockholm syndrome, yandere

You didn’t know when it had happened, but there was something very obviously wrong with your town.

It was the little things like the warped street signs, the inconsistent cracks in the sidewalk, and the way that the uncanny faces of people seemed to stare at you. It didn’t use to be like this, but you found yourself cautious about your new reality on the daily. You did try to leave and call for help, but there was some mysterious force cutting off your network. And when you did try to pack all your bags and high tail it out of there, you would end up just looping straight back on your street no matter what direction you drove in.

So now you made do with the fact that nothing was normal.

You sometimes wonder why whatever has infected all the people decided to leave you alone. Because there was no way it wasn’t a conscious decision. Your favorite flowers would start sprouting out of concrete walls and glass despite the fact it would be the middle of winter one day and a scorching summer the next. Not to mention, those flowers didn’t even grow here to begin with. It was a gesture. If it was meant to tempt or be kind, you weren’t sure. 

The town functioned like nothing was out of the ordinary, though. Well, at least it tried to puppet the barely real bodies of your community to do things they would daily. The grocery store always had food and figures milling about, and even though none of the products ever tasted quite right or had words in a real language, you could tell “it” was trying to keep things running for you.

You’d once tried to hide away in your house, thinking that it was somehow protecting you from whatever was out there. But all you did was make it angry. Constant thunderstorms that shook the ground, and hail that pounded on your roof and walls. When you continued to stay inside, that’s when it made things clear: it was letting you stay as you were. The house shifted dramatically, doors disappearing and walls bending in front of your eyes. 

Come outside. Stop trying to resist.

Privacy was just another one of those far-out concepts now.

The thing, as you so liked to call it, had been more affectionate lately. You didn’t know exactly how to describe it, but it had started morphing all the “people” into more attractive versions of themselves. Or at least, what it thought of as attractive to humans. Their faces were more tangible now and less blink-and-you’ll-miss-it, but they were uncanny in a new way. Skin too smooth, too perfect in so many different ways. Symmetrical, full lips, pleasant expressions, soothing voices: all things that on paper would lure someone in, but it had alarm bells ringing in your head nearly all the time now.

“I don’t like this, you know,” You said one day as you sat in the diner. The room was stretched out wider than what it looked like on the outside, and the waitress had an unnaturally wide smile. Before you was a plate of… something. Your guess was pancakes.

“What do you mean?” Several voices asked at once. It came from all around, and the waitress’s mouth barely moved to match the words. 

“ I like you better when you aren’t trying so hard to be something you weren’t.”

There was a pause, and the building slowly unraveled into a jumbled mess of things that you could barely comprehend, the other patrons' faces and bodies melting away into linoleum floors. 

“You’re not human. You don’t have to be. I think I’d prefer that honestly,” You shrugged and poked at your food. From the corner of your eyes, a figure seemed to emerge from the mess of what used to be your favorite restaurant. It was a writhing mass of dark tendrils, reaching for anything nearby. You’re breath caught in your throat.

“Do you really mean that?”

The voice spoke, but there wasn’t any face to accompany it. It reverberated in the base of your spine, racing through your nerves like lightning. Your breath hitched, and you finally gathered enough courage to look at it. It was a mess of things you couldn’t quite make out, but it was almost comforting. 

“This is the first time I’ve actually seen you,” you admitted, a small laugh of disbelief caught in your throat. You couldn’t help but smile. It was the first time it had actually listened to you. 

The being twitched, pulsing as it slid over towards where you were sitting at the booth. It was the only thing that had stayed intact. For something so expressionless, you’d dare to say it seemed shy. 

From the inky mass, one tendril reached out for you, the air around it crackling. You stayed in place as it slid over your hand, and you felt the wonder and relief.

“Will you stay with me? I don’t want to force you, but I’m so alone… you’re the only one who doesn’t disappear when I’m near.”

You blinked as the mass filled the cracks between your hands, folding into the lines of your palms as if trying to memorize you. If it had a hand, you’d be holding it. If it had lips, yours would be slotting against them. If it had a heart, you were certain they’d be painted a similar shade of loneliness. 

You stood up and slowly approached it, holding out your arms as you leaned in, wrapped your arms around its slowly forming figure, and nodded in silence. 

[traflawgar]

Hello!! Could I please request zoro head cannons. This is a fluff prompt. Basically after the straw hats liberate yet another country and have their celebration on the sunny, zoro snatches the reader and throws them over one shoulder while he has a barrel of booze on the other. Someone asks him “aren’t you going to eat” and he says something like “I got what I need” before going to the crows nest with his partner. I wonder how zoro would show his affection when liquored up and away from nosy eyes (sanji probably sets some food aside because it would be a cold day in hell before his crewmates go hungry)

alone with you

zoro x reader. FLUFF.

TAGS: alcohol, of course. zoro likes to pretend he's a tough bitch but he loves cuddles and kisses.

NOTES--I love zoro. I see him as the kind of dude to pretend he's super stoic in front of others, but once he's alone with his partner will be quite cuddly. for this request I went more on the properly headcanons direction, hope you like the result!

Zoro has been staring at you since everyone reunited at the ship. Sitting across from you, taking gulp after gulp of his sake, he’s not letting you ignore him. No matter how hard you try. You can’t even meet his gaze, afraid that the simmering fire in his eyes will reflect your own need to be alone with him.

And then everyone would find out that there’s something more going on between the two of you.

He does not have the same concern. That much becomes evident when he abruptly stands up and strides toward you. He ignores the crew’s complaints as he moves anything and anyone out of his way. Complaints that fall silent as confused and shocked eyes—and one pair of knowing ones—watch him carelessly pick you up and throw him over his shoulders.

Stunned silence hangs in the air, before wolf whistles and laughter break it unceremoniously. Your friends are not deterred by the groan you let out, nor by the murderous glare you throw their way. 

“Wait, dinner’s almost ready!” Sanji yells as he steps onto the deck, lured out of the kitchen by the chaos unfolding.

“Don’t care. Got everything I need here.” As if to emphasize his words, Zoro shifts the weight of the barrel he’s holding in one arm, and pats your ass with his free hand.

You think you hear Sanji complain and threaten to let you starve later, but that’s quickly pushed out of your mind as Zoro begins climbing up towards the crow’s nest. He’s completely oblivious to how dangerous it is, while all you can think about is the very precarious position you’re in.

A few torturous moments later, he sets you down on the floor and you finally open your eyes. “Finally we’re a–” he starts, but is quickly interrupted by your fists on his chest as you accuse him of nearly killing you.

Usually, Zoro would let you carry on with your antics and tease you once you get bored of them. Tonight, however, he’s feeling quite impatient. He’s been waiting for ages (a few minutes) to be alone with you while everyone else hogged your attention (spent time with you in a group setting). He was hoping to sneak away after dinner when everybody was too full of food and alcohol to notice—and he usually would’ve done just that. You know that, know tonight feels different for some reason, so you don’t really complain when he shuts you up with a kiss, hands holding your wrists to stop you.

You let him pull you to his favourite spot in the crow’s nest, follow suit as he plops down on the floor. He’s a lot more affectionate when he’s drunk, not holding himself back from what he actually wants.

His head is immediately on your shoulder, and whenever he’s not filling his cup with the barrel he brought, he’s nuzzling against you and muttering how warm you are. Every other minute he’ll look up at you with puppy eyes and –ask for– demand a kiss.

“I want a kiss,” he’ll mutter with a pout (which he later denies was a pout), and you think it’s the cutest thing to ever happen to you.

Eventually he gets you to sit between his legs, your back pressed snuggly against his chest. He wraps his arms around your body and pulls you impossibly closer. He all but wraps himself entirely around you, pressing lazy kisses on your back. His fingers trace shapes on your thighs, random things at first, but then you think he might be spelling something—he’s spelling “I love you” because no amount of booze can get him to say it out loud yet. So, for now, he’ll settle for spelling it on your skin and trusting you understand it.

You’ll stay like that until your stomach growls embarrassingly loud.

“Let’s see if the shitty cook made good on his threat.”

He did not, to nobody’s surprise. Regardless of how many times he threatens to do so, Sanji never lets you go hungry.

When the two of you get to the kitchen, there’s food waiting for you. You take the plates and sit on the deck, traces of the crew’s celebration all over the floor. You sit and look at the stars, and Zoro surprises you with an incredible amount of knowledge on stars and constellations.

(He read books about it just so he could tell you all these interesting facts about the night sky because he likes seeing the impressed look in your eyes whenever he does something cool.)

After eating, he’ll suggest going back to the crow’s nest just so you can keep cuddling and maybe, if all goes according to his plan, you’ll fall asleep like that—holding each other close, with your head on his chest and your legs intertwined.

[the-offside-rule]

Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Forever Your Big Brother

Requested: yes

Prompt: Y/n Verstappen is feeling a little left out now that both her older siblings will now have kids and she lashes out a bit

Warnings: arguing

The Verstappen family was gathered in Max’s luxurious Monaco apartment, the view of the sparkling Mediterranean sea gleaming through the expansive windows. Max, his girlfriend Kelly, his younger sister Y/n, and their father Jos were all seated together, enjoying the rare moment of family togetherness. "Alright." Max began, clearing his throat and holding Kelly’s hand tightly. "We have something to tell you all." Y/n perked up, intrigued by her brother's unusual seriousness.

Kelly smiled warmly, her hand resting on her stomach. "We’re having a baby." Jos grinned broadly. "That’s amazing news! Congratulations!" Victoria, who had joined the gathering with her own children in tow, clapped her hands and leaned forward. "Another Verstappen baby on the way! That’s wonderful!"

The room filled with congratulations and cheers, everyone seemed thrilled. Everyone except Y/n, who sat stiffly on the sofa, her smile forced and her hands gripping her knees. "Y/n, you okay?" Max asked, his sharp gaze catching her hesitance. She stood abruptly. "I... I need some air." Without another word, she walked out onto the balcony, leaving a stunned silence behind.

Later that evening, as Kelly rested on the couch, Max paced the living room, running a hand through his hair. "I don’t understand. Why is she acting like this? I thought she’d be happy for us." Kelly, calm as ever, sipped her tea and watched him with an arched brow. "She already apologized to me." Max froze mid-step. "What? When?"

"This afternoon, when you were on the phone with the team. She said she was sorry for how she reacted." Max frowned. "Then why did she act like that in the first place?" Kelly shrugged. "Maybe you should ask her instead of rambling to me."

The next day, Max found Y/n in her small Monaco apartment, curled up on the couch with a blanket and a book. She looked up when he knocked on the doorframe. "Hey." He said softly, stepping inside. "Hi." She shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. Max sat down beside her, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "Kelly said you apologized to her." Y/n nodded. "Yeah, I did. I was out of line yesterday."

"Then tell me what’s going on?" Max urged. "Why weren’t you happy about the baby?" Y/n sighed, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders. "It’s not that I’m not happy for you, Max. I am. It’s just-" She trailed off, biting her lip. "I'm scared." She admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Victoria has her kids, and now you’re having a baby. It feels like everyone’s moving on with their lives, and I’m getting left behind. You and I used to be so close, Max, but now… I’m scared you won’t have time for me anymore."

Max’s heart softened as he listened. He reached out, pulling her into a tight hug. "Y/n, that’s ridiculous. You’re my little sister, and nothing is going to change that. I’ll always have time for you, no matter what."

"But you’ll be busy with the baby." She murmured against his chest. "Sure, I’ll be busy, but that doesn’t mean I’ll forget about you." Max reassured her. "You’re important to me, Y/n. Always." She sniffled, smiling faintly. "Thanks, Max."

"Anytime." He ruffled her hair affectionately.

Later in the year

The Verstappen family gathered once more, this time for Christmas in Monaco. The apartment was filled with laughter, the scent of baked goods, and the joyful chaos of children running around. Y/n sat on the floor, playing with her nephew and niece, her face glowing with happiness. Max watched from the couch, a smirk tugging at his lips. He walked over and plopped down beside her.

"You know-" He teased. "You spend so much time with the kids these days, I’m starting to think you don’t have time for me anymore." Y/n looked up, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Oh, come on, Max. You’re just jealous they like me more than you." Max laughed, shaking his head. "Never. But seriously, I’m glad you’re here. It wouldn’t be Christmas without you."

Y/n smiled, her heart full. "Thanks, Max. And for the record, you’ll always be my big brother—no matter how many kids you have." Max wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. "And you’ll always be my little sister. No one’s ever taking your place."

[teliphone]

Mark of Possession

Summary: You and Shauna Shipman broke up. You try your best to move on, but she confuses you. She easily upsets you, yet something about her draws you to her. A cycle that makes you frustrated. 

Warning(s): Smut, Fingering, Thigh Humping, Overstimulation, Marking, Jealousy, Spitting, Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

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The strange meat stew in front of you looks interesting. You lift the wooden utensil and watch the liquid run down and drip back into the bowl. All of this was an act to avoid glancing at Shuana Shipman. She sits next to Melissa, silently eating. Melissa tries to start chatting with her, but she gives her short responses. Melissa senses the lack of attention and wraps her arms around Shauna’s shoulders, pulling her close. Shauna widens her eyes a little, but she allows it just for the chance that this would drive you crazy. You shift against your seat uncomfortably. Frustration secretly creeps up. You refuse to let jealousy sink into your skin. 

Shauna and you broke up several weeks ago due to a fight. Ever since then, Shauna has been obnoxious about her new “relationship.”

You poke the two large pieces of meat in the bowl. Two? Everyone is rationed one piece of meat. You nervously gulp, knowing that it could only be Shipman who snuck you extra food. You slowly gaze up and make eye contact with her. Her lips curve into a small smirk. Feeling extreme pride that you acknowledged her. You give her a blank stare, not expressing gratitude or annoyance. She stares back with her blown-out brown orbs. Butterflies in her stomach from how much attention you’re finally giving her.

You break eye contact first. Your fingers wrap around the bowl and lift it to your lips. You scarf down a meal. Partly because you’re hungry but also because you want to get away from Shauna’s addictive atmosphere. Some of the broth slides down your chin. You plop the bowl back down on the table, then wipe your lips with the back of your hands. Not sparing her a second glance, you get up from the table and leave without a word. Shauna watches you walk away. Her eyes were glued to your figure. Suddenly Melissa asks her a question, breaking her concentration. 

-

Melissa walks out of Shauna’s hut, and you immediately roll your eyes. You ignore her and continue cleaning the water buckets. She smiles brightly as she heads over to you. A mischievous plan in her head. You glance up and start to regret that decision. There on Melissa’s neck is a red hickey. You already knew Shauna was a biter… but to someone else? You start to imagine her rough hands roaming around Melissa’s body. Did she moan and pant into her ears? You clench your jaw tightly and scrub the buckets more aggressively. 

“Fucking Shauna,”  you cuss in your head. Melissa rests her arms on top of the table. She shyly runs her fingers against the wood.

“Good morning,” She chirps. You bite your tongue. That act would have been sweet for anyone else, but her. 

“Morning,” You fake a smile back. You immediately look back at the bucket, hoping that’s a sign for her to leave. She doesn’t. 

“So I know that you and Shauna had a rough breakup up-” You look up with a slight glare. She crosses her hands and smiles. 

“I was wondering if it’s okay if she and I can get in a relationship. I feel things between us are getting serious,” She blushes while lifting her hands to touch her hickey. You feel anger burn throughout your body. The nerve this girl had is unbelievable. 

“Sure,” You smile while tilting your head. Melissa widens her eyes, her mouth a little open. 

“...Seriously?” 

“Yeah. We broke up a while ago. She doesn’t belong to me anymore. I don’t care,” You simply explain. The bucket hits the table with a loud bang, making her flinch. You wipe your wet hands against the towel and mindlessly toss it on the table. You give her another fake smile before turning around to walk away. You hear leaves crunching from behind. Melissa catches up with you and tugs your wrist. 

“You sure?” She drags on. You shut your eyes and suck in a deep breath. When your eyes open, you catch a glimpse of her smirking. Oh. She’s trying to get you jealous. You glance down at her hand still on your wrist. It clicks in her head to let go. 

“Of course I am sure,” You repeat. Melissa pauses for a moment. Unsure of what else she could add to the fuel. 

“-Shauna is really good with her hands,” She rambles. You almost feel disappointed that this is the person you’re going against. It’s almost embarrassing. Is that all she got? You take a step closer to her, staring deep into her eyes. She takes a small step backward as she clenches her fist. Her wide eyes blink nervously. You bring your hands up to touch her neck, rubbing your thumb against the red mark. You feel a sense of obsessiveness. You could imagine Shauna's tongue brushing against this spot. Melissa’s cheeks turn red as she lets you slowly dig your thumb into the bruise. She hisses in pain. 

From the corner of your eye, Shauna steps out of her hut. She pauses at the sight of you with Melissa. She stands still, just watching. Her face scrunches in discomfort. You give her a smirk before leaning towards Melissa’s ear. You feel Melissa tense under your presence. 

“Does she moan my name?” You taunt. Melissa clenches her jaw and pushes you away from her. The force causes you to stumble onto the ground. The fallen tree branches scratch and dig into your palm. You hiss in pain and quickly bring your hands up to your chest. Melissa huffs and puffs in anger. Her chest and hands were visibly shaking. The girls around you rush to your side. 

Including Shauna. 

Her shoulder bumps into Melissa as she runs over to you. She kneels to your level. Her calloused fingers gently wrap around your hand. She brings it to her face to inspect the injury. There are a few red scratches on your palm. Her eyebrows furrow in anger. Before she could say anything, you jerked your hands away in frustration. She widens her eyes at your coldness. 

“I’m fine. Check on your girlfriend,” You mumble as you attempt to stand up. You wobble a little. The impact from the ground was a bit rough. Shauna ignores your statement and supports you by wrapping her arms around your waist. Your heart skips a beat at her closeness. You glare at her soft brown eyes and gently try to shove her away. 

“Let me help you,” She says. Her voice is stern, laced with dominance. You hesitate for a moment. Unsure if you should listen to her. You have some self respect, but fuck do you also miss her. 

Denying your pride, you wrap your arms around her shoulders. She assists you to your hut. Her hands never leave your waist. As you walk past the girls, a few of them look at each other with a “I told you so” expression. 

“Her hand is injured, not her legs,” One of them snickers. She giggles until she is met with Melissa’s glare. 

-

You sit on a tree log while Shauna kneels before you. She gently uses a wet cloth against your palm. She deeply focuses, not realizing you’ve been staring at her. There are dark circles under her eyes. She also seems to have lost weight since the last time you truly looked at her. 

Your eyes slowly move up. Her brown hair is a little messy. Without much thinking, you lift your other hand. Your fingers softly drag against her curls. She pauses and tilts her head up. She makes eye contact with you and you feel your heart racing again. You two stare at each other in silence. Her eyes soften and dilate. 

You brush her hair behind her ears before dropping your hand back on your thighs. She lets out a shaky breath as if she were stopping herself from something. She blinks and jerks her head to the side as she remembers what she was here for. She grabs a Band-Aid and places it on top of your cuts. She drags her fingers along the band-aid, making it stick to your skin. 

“Thank you,” You whisper. She lets out a soft hum and gets up from the ground. She pats her pants to get rid of the dirt and leaves. You watch her stand awkwardly in your hut. She’s been here many times before, but this time it is different. She gives you one more look before beginning her leave. 

“Wait,” You call out. She immediately stops and turns around. You wet your lips nervously, staring at the ground. You curl your fist, feeling the band-aid rubbing underneath. You were going to ask if she really was in a relationship with Melissa. But the words couldn’t come out. Maybe you were afraid to hear the truth. 

“Never mind,” You falter. She frowns, wishing you would continue. She looks at your face, scrunching in uncertainty. Dilemma. She decides to break the silence. 

“…I miss you,” She confesses. You jerk your head up. Your eyes start to water a little. You’re truly frustrated. Thoughts in your head swung like a seesaw. 

Her decisions within the team upset you. She makes you angry to the point of disgust. Yet, you still feel a deep desire for her. The love and sweetness only for you make you greedy. Your heart skips a beat when she is rude. Her anger turns you on. You couldn’t really explain it and it drives you crazy. 

She impatiently clenches her jaw at your silence. You furrow your eyebrows. 

“Liar,” You dryly chuckle. She tilts her head in confusion. 

“You moved on so quickly to another girl, I could hardly assume you thought about me,” You explain. She runs her fingers through her hair in frustration. She’s almost speechless, but of course, she has a lot to say. 

“Melissa… she was just someone I could use-” 

“That’s disgusting,” You snap. She starts chuckling, a deep raspy sound coming from her throat. Her teeth become visible, making you nervously gulp. 

“Is it still disgusting if I think about you when I touch her?” She continues. Your brain stops working and you feel your cheeks turn red. You avert your face to the ground so she doesn’t see. 

Truly, you didn’t know Shauna refused to touch Melissa’s core just so Melissa’s moans wouldn’t ruin her fantasy. Shauna would close her eyes and get off thinking it was you. She admits she is sick and twisted for this. But she won’t tell you in hopes your imagination makes you more jealous.

“Tell me. Do I make you angry?”  She asks slowly. Your mind starts imagining Shauna thrusting her fingers into Melissa while she licks and bites her shoulders. Your mouth starts to become bitter. You remember the roughness that Shuana likes to do. Did she use it on Melissa? Shauna sees the pure jealousy in your eyes. Her lips curl into a cocky smirk. 

“Fuck you,” You spit. She shakes her head in disagreement while making her way to you. She places her thumb into her mouth and licks it. Once she is in front of you, she wraps her fingers under your jaw, forcing you to lock your eyes with her. She soaks in the sight of you. So angry and bratty, it turns her on. Her body towers over you in authority. Smiling like a freak. She brings her wet thumb towards your lips and rubs it. 

“Suck,” She dares. All of your ego and pride vanish. Your eyes begin to water as you slowly open your mouth. She roughly pressed her thumb against your tongue, making you taste her saliva. Your cheeks slightly hollow as you suck her. She pulls her thumb out and rubs your cheeks. 

“Stick out your tongue,” She smiles. You obey like a servant. Stretching your tongue outwards. She tilts her head down, her hair falling past her shoulders. She spits a clear trail down onto your tongue. It feels wet and warm. You press your thighs together as your cheeks turn red. She taps your jaw, signaling you to close your mouth and swallow. 

“Look at you…still my pretty slut,” She insults. She starts lowering her hand down to your neck. She gently squeezes as she leans in, glaring deep into your eyes. Her eyes slowly lower to your lips, then back up. Your breathing becomes shaky. 

Your eyes flutter shut as you feel Shauna’s plump lips press against yours. You try your best to match up with her needy ones. Her hand moves to the back of your hip, pulling you to stand up. Your lower body rubs against hers. Her teeth bite into your bottom lip, causing you to whine. Her wet tongue slides against the painful throb. You pull away to catch your breath before closing the gap again, moaning in between each kiss. 

You wrap your arms around her shoulder, pulling her body closer. You miss this. You miss her. Her needy hands run underneath your shirt to grope your chest. You sigh in pleasure when her thumb starts rubbing against your nipple. You unconsciously thrust your core into her. Pleasure builds up in your lower stomach, and you need her to help you. 

“Please, Shauna,” You moan into her mouth. You take her other hand and start shoving it past your waistline and panties. You thrust your core against her still fingers. She smiles against the kiss and slowly pulls away. You try to chase after her lips, but she shoves you onto the ground. You grunt, but the pain quickly vanishes when she starts unbuttoning your pants. She doesn’t wait to pull your pants down as she forcefully shoves her hand in. 

Her fingers slowly rub against your core. You shut your eyes and curse. Her middle finger grinds against your clit at a quick and aggressive pace. Your hips buckle and twitch. Her fingers continue for a while, never slowing down. She leans her face down to your neck and begins biting. Her teeth pinch your skin, causing you to cry out. You grip onto her shoulders. She then replaces her bites with her warm, wet tongue, rubbing it against the bite. 

You feel the tip of her two fingers along your hole. Without warning, she pushes her long fingers deep into you. You gasp at the sudden feeling of being full. 

“Did you miss this?” She whispers as she pulls her fingers out just to slam them back in. Your stomach clenches as she repeats the action. Your eyes water, and your mouth stays open. Your lips release loud moans. She pants against your shoulders. She misses the feeling of your wet, warm core wrapping around her fingers. The sound of your moans sounds way better than how she fantasized it. Just when you’re reaching your high, she jerks her fingers away. Your core pulses around nothing. It feels a little painful. 

“Take off your pants,” She orders. You quickly slide your pants off while she does the same. You toss your pants to the side and spread your legs for her. Your pussy is wet and glistening. She spreads her legs and slides her core against your thighs. You bite your lips when you realize her wetness coating your skin. She returns her wet hands on top of your core. She thrusts her fingers into you again. This time it was harsher and faster. 

“S-slow down,” You beg. The wet noises coming from her thrusting become embarrassingly loud. Of course, she doesn’t listen to you. She continues abusing her fingers against your gummy walls. 

Her hips start to move messily on your thighs. Her moans are loud and drunk. She peers down at you with her heavy-lidded eyes. 

“Fuck… you feel so good,” She hisses, buckling her hips. Your thighs start to shake, and she knows it’s because you’re about to come. She uses her free hand to tug and grip your hair. You cry in pain. 

“Don’t you fucking dare come before me,” She threatens. You quickly nod your head. You try to focus on her pleasure. You note how she is messier, louder, and quicker than before. Her thrusting hands start to lose tempo as she gets closer to her high. You bring your hands over to her hips. Your fingers dig into the squishy flesh, guiding her to slide. She tilts her head back and moans your name. After a few more, her body jerks and she comes. Her wetness run downs your thighs. Your core clenches around her forgotten fingers. The movement of her chest moving up and down begins to slow. She finally comes back to her senses and smiles. You’re still under her, begging to come.

“Please move,” You beg. She leans forward, resting her hand on the side of your body. Her other hand starts moving again. She watches your face closely. Examining how you would try to bite your lips to silence your moans. You would fail to do so and loud cries would escape your mouth. You feel your tears rolling down your face at how brutal her thrusts are. You wrap your arms around her shoulder, pulling her closer. 

She could feel your high coming fast. She pushes her fingers deep into your walls and you gasp. You come onto her fingers, moaning into her ears. Your silky juices run down her knuckles. She chuckles and doesn’t stop moving to let you ride out your high. As if she were still drunk, she didn't stop moving her hands, making you cry from overstimulation. You beg her to stop. She listens after thrusting a few more times til you are visibly about to pass out. 

She pulls her wet fingers out of your used-up hole and brings them to your lips. 

“Clean up your mess,” She blushes. You weakly clench onto her wrist, bringing her fingers into your mouth. Her two fingers slide against your tongue. You lick and suck her clean. She kisses your sweaty forehead before getting up. She grabs her pants and rustles in her pockets. She pulls out a knife and kneels back between your legs. You watch her with tired eyes as she digs the tip into your inner thigh. You hiss and prop your body up with your elbow to get a better view.

“You sick fuck,” You softly chuckle. She carves an S onto your skin. Your blood starts to bubble against the cut. She leans down and flattens her tongue to lick your blood. She looks back at you with a bright smile. You softly run your hands along her cheeks causing her to lean into the touch.

[faislittlewhiteraven]

Had another ISaT AU dream

This one was much less atmospheric and cool than my Tower of Dormont AU one but for anyone out there looking for fic ideas: Modern day 'urban fantasy AU' with the classic 'all the magic types are hidden' masquerade shenanigans going on but well the setup is: Isabeau, neighbourhood friendly vampire, trying to be as ethical as he can with his blood consumption, wanders areas like the outside of night clubs and the park late at night totally just 'out for a late night jog' with emergency fruit snacks and juice boxes on hand-

meets Siffrin, an exhausted, lonely, 'working far too many hours to barely break even on their rent' human on the way back from his 6 to 3am shift attempting to stargaze in the middle of the park, and the two get SO into talking Isa kinda forgets to even bite the little fella (oops!) before offering them a juice box. Cue Sif and Isa both deciding for '100% totally logical reasons' to keep frequenting the park, Isa having his first real 'help Mira, Ma'dam I'm biting someone I know on the regular, and I'm not sure if I LIKE-like them or if this just, idk, stupid vampire instincts going on' crisis combined with some secondary 'also I'm really worried about their living situation and maybe I could invite them to stay with me, introduce you all to them cuz they don't really seem to have any friends, etc' stuff, Sif slowly gets to meet everyone in 'the supernatural support group/family' (aka Mira, Odile, Bonnie and Nille), Isa and Sif's relationship progressing firmly into romantic territory with Isa stressing about how to explain the whole 'vampire' thing and how to apologise about all the hypnotising and get across that the only thing he's ever used it for was Sif's blood only (which btw is very tasty and sweet and also lets him daywalk sometimes which usually only happens when it's freely given, so Sif should probably not let any other vamp know about that) and- And-!

Annnnd it turns out that actually, Siffrin has known Isa was a vampire this entire time and that Isa's hypnosis never worked on them: Sif just accepted that getting bitten by the wonderful funny buff Isa-vamp was a small price to pay for free meals and good conversation on the regular, Isa's occasion 'red eye' thing was just a attractive tell for when he was getting hungry and as a 'Null'(1) -aka one of the Universe's designated monster killers who's constantly having to butcher and then hide the bodies of all the monsters that keep trying to pull off kills or worse right in front of them (when Sif's not being targeted himself. Late night solo shifts at the 7/11 / gas station are the worst)- this frankly has been the nicest, least stressful string of monster encounters they've had in a long time and they're really enjoying the reprieve.

TLDR: Isabeau is a vampire in the modern day who's hyper freaked out about confessing his (and his friends') monster status to his totally normal overworked human 'maybe partner' Sif, who actually knew Isa was a vamp the whole time, is actually THE primary monster hunter of the area, and is simply really happy that Isa and the other monsters he keeps introducing them to are actually good company as opposed to usual murderous eldritch horrors they usually run into. (1) My dream gave me a surprising amount of worldbuilding here (thank you dream Odile for trying to sus Sif out) but Nulls are sort of something akin to a Slayer in Buffy - Chosen ones selected by The Universe to slay evil. Nulls specifically 'ping' as 100% normal human to pretty much all supernatural senses (hence why they're called Nulls) but they're just flat out immune to mind manipulation and perception filters, they heal back from horrific levels of injury relatively quickly (though it's not quite at 'abusable in combat' levels), they instinctively know exactly how to hurt and kill any foe they deem in need of killing, and they tend to have major 'kill them all' issues towards most supernatural types since they often become Nulls as a result of their family's getting murdered or nearly being erased from existence by some sort of cosmic horror etc... Resulting in them being officially 'the ones monsters tell horror stories of'. Incidentally, one of the 'tells' of a Null is that they tend to be especially 'alluring' in various ways to most kinds of 'human hunting' monsters: Their blood, flesh, emotions etc all 'smell' and 'taste' especially delicious (and may grant 'special' properties such as giving Vampires sun immunity), they tend to work odd hours or 'do at one's own pace' jobs (aka being murder monster catnip tends to result in a lot of unscheduled and inexplainable emergences), and they tend to be perpetually exhausted (due to having to be near constantly hyper alert in case of Yet Another Monster after them, and all the monster slaying itself).

As for other stuff:

I vaguely picture Mira and the other Dormont Housemaidens as Angels for the Change God (think like bees to a hive - collecting the 'byproducts' of fresh hope and change in humans to make into food), Odile as some kind of primordial Eldritch Thing who's always lent towards benevolent observation of humanity (also one of the few supernaturals to ever have met more than one Null before and lived to tell about it. Probably the only supernatual being in setting who's likely to treat them as highly dangerous people first, murderous killers second), and Bonnie and Nille as Were Beasts of some kind (plz picture Sif being charmed over by Bonnie in an instant, being enthralled by their big gush/bragging about the 'once a month family camping trips' where they and Nille go to the countryside to hunt wild boar or deer which then Bonnie cooks up real nice for everyone except Za because he's a weenie who can't handle any good seasonings like garlic' and immediately offering to save Frin the best cut next time since it probably wouldn't be safe to bring him on the trip with them).

Also Isa totally works as a 'night only' beat cop or park ranger or something (gets away with just working the later hours since 'sun allergy' is accepted as a reasonably common disability in a human society full of secret monster folks trying to blend in) though he IS currently undertaking an online apprenticeship with a well known fashion designer who's been around forever.

Sif's Null awakening probably involved a 'history eating' eldritch horror (so um. Yep, sorry Sif, you still have memory loss, no ID and probably no education past middle school level) and The King's also a Null but of the 'genuinely murderous and terrible' kind - specifically in my dream, Sif's awakening involved killing The King (and mercy killing a whole bunch of innocent monsters The King was keeping as 'living trophies' or something because Sif had no idea how to free them from their various fate-worse-than-deaths otherwise) but like. I'm not writing this so do as you wish~ I do very much like the visual of Sif's 'Null' instincts including other Null who've 'gone wrong' though and hope that gets included. Makes for a nice 'and then Isa and the other friendly monsters had to process that cute, sweet Siffrin who's so gentle with Bonbon, stepped in to help Mira and Nille with babysitting near instantly, gets teased by Odile and throws everything into making Isa laugh and swoon, is in fact the rumored serial killer of serial killers who once dealt with a guy that had a rep akin to 'He Who Must Not Be Named' among the monster community, when he was around 14 years old and armed with a pencil sharpner.

Oh and before I forget again: Sif has absolutely zero knowledge of supernaturals other than 1) they exist, 2) most other people don't know they exist, and 3) Siffrin is supernatural catnip who's really really good at murdering things before they can murder him or other people. Also they do not get paid enough for this, monsters tend to carry less money on them than one might think, and the police start asking very awkward questions if you become known as 'that one guy who keeps finding and selling stuff suspected to belong to missing persons at the nearby pawn shop'.

Only reason Sif didn't start their 'three warnings before murder' thing with Isa is that they were just that damn tired when they met him that they didn't pick up on his vampy vibes until his teeth were in their neck, they didn't have the energy to 'bother' fighting him off (they were firmly at the 'this might as well happen, why not die at the teeth of someone who was at least nice about it' point) and well. Cue dull, confused happy surprise (much akin to someone just coming off a vamp's hypnosis) when Isa stopped them from tipping over, apologised for 'keeping them out so late they were fainting from low blood sugar' and gave them half a dozen snacks before offering to walk them home.

So yeah. There's another AU out for adoption if anyone wants in (do feel free to ask for help if you want more world building or whatever) and off I go back to typing away at my endless amount of ISaT Selkie AU notes instead~ XD

[megapteraurelia]

neighbour!kuroo who offers you to stay with him until you've found a new apartment — a small part of him hopes he doesn't seem too eager, another small one wondering if being so close to your ex is going to end up hurting you, but the biggest part of him really hopes that you'll say yes regardless.

who thinks that kenma would snort into his hand if he could see the level of excitement kuroo has to swallow once you agree, apologise for taking up space only to agree vehemently again.

everyday, in the morning when both of you found each other in the kitchen, he opens the newspaper wide for any new apartment postings while you scour the internet; the smell of coffee and breakfast soothing and familiar. a flat far away enough from your ex-boyfriend that you don't have to worry anymore, but secretly he hopes that it's not so far away that he won't ever see you again.

neighbour!kuroo who bids you goodbye when you leave for work first, waiting at the door until he sees you board the elevator safely lest your ex-boyfriend gets the prime idea of harassing you on your way out.

who cackles to himself at the notice hanging on the wall in the entrance hall: the landlord asking for the culprit who taped a tenant's mailbox shut to come forward for community service or to face a fine upon refusal.

kuroo thinks he's got enough money to pay double the fine. (he does plan to mess with it again — to maintain his youthfulness, of course.)

neighbour!kuroo who learns that your work place is not that far away from his own. who wonders if it's far too forward to ask you to spend lunch hour together down the street at the really good coffee shop.

whose heart stutters when he gets a call forwarded from an unknown number only for his ear to meet your voice to ask whether he wanted to meet up for lunch.

(his assistant, looking through the glass wall, raises her eyebrow at the fist pump he throws into the air; her other joining in as soon as she watches kuroo trying to tame his hair but to no avail — stubborn as the head it sits on.)

kuroo also happens to forget to mention that he doesn't like almond paste but when you excitedly show him your favourite pastry with hopeful eyes, lashes caressing your cheeks, a wide grin on your face, he can't help but put his entire life on the line fighting the blush that theatens to overtake his own.

for a second he thinks of refusing, but then he tries the almond riddled pastry, anyway.

he does not like it.

neighbour!kuroo who gets off work half an hour earlier and waits in front of your work place so that he could drive both of you home.

who, with a cocked eyebrow and a sharp retort ready on his tongue, notices a familiar loser linger around the entrance.

"i sure as hell hope you're not here to see who i think you wanna see," he says, looking down his nose at your ex. kuroo, who makes sure to bear his teeth in a resemblance of a sharp smile, who delights in the shifting of uneasy eyes, "but in case you need a reminder of why to stay away, i'm more than happy to help out."

who acts brilliantly inconspicuous once you walk towards him; your boyfriend long gone, shooed away, bullied away, sneered away. (he didn't even have to try that hard.)

neighbour!kuroo who finds it easy to match his long strides to your shorter ones; whose hand swings next to yours. now and then, your knuckles meet his for a split second in a way that makes him want to take your fingers in a tight hold so they can't tease him anymore.

you tell him about an interview you booked for an apartment viewing, excited, asking him whether he had time on the upcoming wednesday at 11 am.

he doesn't, but he says he'll be there with you, anyway.

who tries to ignore the little stab through his ribcage at the thought that he would lose out on your presence before he could even enjoy it to the fullest.

neighbour!kuroo who sends you a smile, void of any cutting edges, eyes crinkling, and tells you, "let's look for more viewings at home."

whose chest squeezes in consolation when you gift him a smile back and nod as you eat the same damn almond pastry; when you don't correct him about home.

neighbour!kuroo who innocently forgets to remind you of looking for more viewings, and instead relishes in the space you occupy on his couch next to him as you settle in with hot tea and a blanket to tackle on the many movies you borrowed from the library.

who gets into a routine with you of making breakfast, washing dishes, saying goodnight and good morning, bickering and teasing, late-night talks and dawn-kissed chats.

who thinks that really, maybe you could just stay here.

taglist | @takes1 @origamipivo @sailanne

@monikosman1311 (i know you didn't ask for a tag, but since you asked for a continuation in the first place—)

[cameronsbabydoll]

https://www.tumblr.com/cameronsbabydoll/779036175802515456/how-do-you-think-rafe-would-react-if-he-notices

Omggg can you make a part 2 of him confronting her or talking to her abt it pleaseee

That night, Rafe doesn’t sleep.

He lies beside her, staring up at the ceiling, jaw clenched so tight it aches. He listens to her breathing, to the small shifts of her body under the sheets. He wonders if she’s dreaming. If she’s thinking about him. If she ever does.

Or if, right now, she’s thinking about someone else.

The thought makes his chest burn.

Because he’s always been the jealous type, always hated the way other men looked at what belonged to him—but this is different. This isn’t about what another man wants.

This is about what she wants.

And that’s what terrifies him.

Because if she ever truly realized she could want something else—someone else—then maybe she’d realize she could have it, too.

And Rafe Cameron cannot allow that.

So he turns over, presses his chest against her back, wraps an arm tight—too tight—around her waist. Like holding her close enough will pull her thoughts back to him, force her to remember who she belongs to.

She stirs slightly, shifting under his grip, but doesn’t wake up.

It doesn’t matter.

Tomorrow, she will.

—

The next morning, he doesn’t go to work.

She notices as soon as she comes downstairs, pausing at the sight of him still in his sweatpants, sitting at the kitchen table with his coffee.

“You’re not going in today?” she asks, cautious.

Rafe just watches her. Watches the way she tugs at the sleeve of her sweater, the way she won’t quite meet his eyes.

Like she knows.

Like she knows what he’s about to say.

“You been feeling… different lately?” he asks, casual. Too casual.

She stills, just for a second. A blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment.

But Rafe never misses it.

“I—what do you mean?” she tries to play dumb, shaking her head with a small laugh. “No, I’m—”

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice cuts through her sentence like a knife.

Her lips part slightly, surprised by the sharpness of it.

And Rafe just stares at her, waiting.

Because this isn’t about the teacher. Not really. This is about her.

About what she thinks she can want.

She shakes her head again, frowning now, a little defensive. “I’m not lying to you, Rafe. I don’t—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He leans forward, elbows on the table, voice dropping lower. “I think you do.”

She looks at him for a long time, eyes searching his face, trying to figure out what he knows.

And then she swallows.

Crosses her arms over her chest, like she’s trying to put up some kind of barrier.

It doesn’t work. Not with him.

“Rafe,” she sighs. “If this is about—”

“You like the way he talks to you, don’t you?”

Silence.

Rafe sees the way her breath catches, the way her eyes widen just slightly before she schools her expression.

“I don’t—”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” He cuts her off again, voice rough.

She swallows again, shifting uncomfortably. “I just think he’s nice, Rafe. That’s all. It’s—it’s nothing.”

But it’s not nothing.

Because when was the last time she smiled like that? When was the last time she looked at him like that?

Rafe’s jaw clenches as he shakes his head. “That’s all it takes for you now?” His voice is low, edged with something dangerous. “Some guy being nice to you?”

Her lips press together. “I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

He stands up then, chair scraping against the floor as he steps toward her.

She stays still. Doesn’t move away.

Good.

“You think I don’t notice?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. “You think I don’t see you? The way you look at him?”

“I don’t—”

“Yes, you do.” His voice is sharp, like a warning. “And I know why.”

Her breath hitches slightly, but she doesn’t say anything.

So Rafe keeps going.

“Because you like how it feels,” he murmurs, stepping closer. “You like that he looks at you like you’re just some normal fucking woman. That he doesn’t see you the way I do. That he doesn’t fucking own you.”

Her breath stutters, just for a second.

And that’s all the confirmation he needs.

Rafe exhales sharply, shaking his head. “I can’t believe you,” he mutters, running a hand over his jaw. “After everything. After everything I do for you.”

“It’s not—it’s not like that,” she whispers, shaking her head. “I don’t—I wasn’t—”

“You were,” he growls, stepping even closer.

She finally takes a step back. Just one.

But Rafe notices.

And he hates it.

His hands curl into fists at his sides as he exhales through his nose, forcing himself to take a step back, too.

Because if she’s pulling away, if she’s looking at him like that—

Then maybe it’s already started.

Maybe she’s already slipping away.

And Rafe Cameron cannot let that happen.

So he exhales again, steadies himself, and then he does what he does best.

He tilts his head, softens his gaze just enough, and murmurs, “You’re mine, baby.”

Her lips part slightly.

“I don’t care who talks to you. I don’t care who smiles at you.” He steps forward again, slower this time, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “At the end of the day, you come home to me.”

She doesn’t respond. Just watches him with wary eyes.

So Rafe leans down, brushing his lips against her temple. “And you always will.”

And it’s not a reassurance.

It’s a promise.

[phoenixblaze1412]

Could I request Mermaid!Dottore trying to find a mate after being in denial for a long while that he doesn't need one and when he finally found one (gn!reader), they're playing unapproachable to see if he's being serious?

Like being "oblivious" to his approaches, frustrating him on purpose 👉🏻👈🏻

And Dottore getting his "revenge" after finding out that reader had played hard to get

Dottore had long convinced himself that he needed no one. No companion, no mate. His life was research, his mind consumed by the mysteries of the deep, the very fabric of existence woven into his never-ending experiments. He scoffed at the idea of merfolk forming attachments, wasting their lives away on something so fickle as love.

Yet, when the season came, when the ocean itself whispered with longing and the schools of fish swayed in synchronized courtship dances, something shifted within him. He found himself restless, irritable. The depths of his caverns felt colder, emptier.

And then, he saw you.

Gliding through the water with a grace that made even the currents pause in reverence, you were unlike any mer he had ever seen. Your form was lithe, your tail shimmering in the refracted light of the ocean’s surface. You carried an air of indifference, your gaze cool and unreadable even as others attempted to court you.

Dottore was intrigued.

At first, he tried to ignore it. Surely, it was just a passing fascination. A result of the season meddling with his mind. But no matter how deep into his studies he dove, no matter how many sleepless nights he spent analyzing coral patterns or bioluminescent properties, he would always find himself drawn back to you.

And so, the great Dottore did what he never thought he would—he pursued.

The first attempt was subtle. He swam near, casually, as if your presence was nothing more than a mere coincidence. He observed you, studied your movements, noted how your tail flicked with deliberate disinterest whenever another mer tried to capture your attention.

He found it… amusing.

The second attempt was bolder. He gifted you a rare shell, one that gleamed like the moon upon the ocean’s surface. You took it, twirled it between your fingers, then set it down on a rock without so much as a glance in his direction.

He clenched his jaw. Oh, so that was how you wanted to play?

The third attempt was direct. “I see you enjoy pretending you are untouchable.” His voice was smooth, a mixture of amusement and challenge. “But I wonder, how long can you keep up the act?”

You finally met his gaze, your lips curling ever so slightly. “As long as I want.”

And so, the game began.

He brought you food—delicacies from the deep trenches, fish that sparkled like molten gold. You accepted but never with a word of gratitude, simply indulging as if he were nothing but a passing wave in your life.

He swam alongside you, showing off his strength as he weaved through dangerous currents, only to find you unimpressed, merely yawning and resting against a rock while he boasted his abilities.

He even tried to impress you with his knowledge, explaining the intricacies of the deep-sea ecosystems, only to have you tilt your head and say, “Oh? That’s fascinating. I already knew that.”

Dottore was infuriated. Dottore was captivated.

You were testing him. He knew you were. And yet, he continued to play your game, continued to push, to try, to want.

And you watched. Observed. Waited.

It was on the night of a bioluminescent bloom that everything changed.

You were resting against a coral formation, your tail lazily flicking through the glowing water. Dottore approached, slower this time, less brash.

“You are cruel,” he muttered, sitting beside you. “You enjoy watching me struggle.”

You let out a soft chuckle, eyes twinkling in the blue-green glow. “I wanted to see if you’d give up.”

He turned his head to look at you, his sharp features unreadable, his gills flaring slightly. “And?”

A beat of silence. Then, a smile, small but genuine. “You didn’t.”

Something inside him unraveled.

From that night on, things shifted.

Your game had ended, but something new had begun.

Merfolk did not love as humans did. There were no written confessions, no spoken promises under candlelight. Instead, they loved through actions, through gestures that were subtle yet profound.

Dottore brought you rare treasures—fragments of lost history from the ocean floor, pearls that shimmered with the glow of the deep, delicate corals shaped like flowers. You, in turn, wove your presence into his life, lingering by his side, your fingers brushing against his whenever they passed.

You both swam together through the quietest hours of the night, your movements synchronized as if your souls had already entwined long before your bodies had.

You groomed each other, fingers carefully untangling strands of hair, hands tracing the edges of scars earned from the perils of the deep. It was an intimate ritual, an unspoken acknowledgment of trust and devotion. When his sharp claws combed through your hair, smoothing it back, and when you gently ran your fingers along his gills, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing—these moments spoke louder than any words ever could.

You hunted together, moving in perfect synchrony, understanding each other without the need for speech. When your eyes met in the thrill of the chase, when you tore through the water in pursuit of prey, you both felt the exhilaration of being together, of being two halves of the same entity.

And, most of all, you shared silence—the kind of silence that did not suffocate, but soothed.

One night, as you drifted through the abyss, their bioluminescent markings casting a soft glow around you, Dottore finally acted on what had been simmering between them.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he reached out, cupping your cheek in his palm, his sharp nails grazing your skin with a delicate precision that sent a shiver down your spine.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you leaned into him, your lips parting just slightly as if inviting him closer.

He obliged.

The kiss started as a mere brush of lips, testing, hesitant. But the second he felt you respond, the dam inside him broke.

He pulled you against him, your bodies pressing together as the ocean around you seemed to fade into insignificance. His lips moved against yours, firm yet hungry, deepening the kiss with a passion he had kept restrained for far too long.

Your tails intertwined instinctively, coiling together in a dance as old as the sea itself. The bioluminescent patterns on your bodies pulsed in time with your heartbeats, your glow blending in a mesmerizing display of light and devotion.

His hands roamed, mapping every inch of your back, your waist, pressing you closer, as if afraid you would slip away.

But you weren’t going anywhere.

You clung to him just as desperately, fingers tangled in his hair, lips parting with soft gasps as his kisses trailed down to your jaw, your throat. The sensation of his sharp teeth grazing your skin sent a thrill through you which made you arch into him, your tails tightening around one another in an unbreakable hold.

Dottore had spent his entire existence denying that he needed anyone. That love was nothing more than a foolish indulgence. But now, with your lips swollen from his kisses, your breath mingling with his, and your bodies entwined as you floated in the vast, endless sea—he knew the truth.

He did not need just anyone.

He needed you.

And you had known it all along.

[imhappierthanever]

Violet

Soft butterfly kisses were being placed to your stomach. Billie loved to smother you and spoil you even more so ever since you started carrying your shared dream.

Neither of you could even believe it even though you were already some months in.

Mornings were your favourite. Being layered with hundreds of billies kisses as she rested her head on your stomach, admiring, loving you both.

Soon you let your fingers reach Billie’s head, gently massaging her scalp, letting her know you were up.

“Babe. You’re up!” She said excitedly, moving her body upward to wrap her arms around your body, kissing your lips softly before letting her eyes bore into yours.

“Whoa stop it with your eyes. Do you want another one?” You laughed placing your hand on your stomach, rubbing slightly.

“Hmm I wouldn’t mind ten more with you.” Billie said letting her hands explore you sweetly before joining your own. “Let’s get through this one first my love!” “Deal. Only because I want to enjoy every single second of this.”

You smiled grabbing her hand, interlacing your fingers and tangling your legs together. “What do you think we should name her, baby?” Billie asked softly before burying her face in your neck. “Well I was thinking. Maybe we should call her violet. I know how much you wanted it to be your name so I figured it would be so pretty for our little girl.”

“You remember that?” Billie asked, her body shifting, letting herself sit up, looking down at you with fondness.

“Of course my love. I’ve always kept it at the top of my list. Ever since you told me.”

You reached up, softly caressing her face before she leaned down to capture your lips. Your kiss was soft and sweet but filled with so much love. You felt your emotions begin to take over. The feeling of loving Billie so overwhelming you felt your heart would burst out of your chest at any moment. You wondered if she could tell, if she felt the same way but you knew she did. You could tell by the way she looked at you, the way she seemingly fell so much more in love with you now that you were carrying your little creation. Your little gift to the world and a symbol of love you had for each other.

“I love you. God I love you. So much.” Billie said resting her head on yours.

“I love you more!” You said wrapping your arms around her, bringing you closer to her body.”

“Impossible. I love you more than absolutely anything!” She moved her body down yours, resting her head back on your stomach where she began. “And I love you too, Violet.”

[mandaloriankait]

Double the Pleasure, Part 1

A/N: So this was a present for the lovely Kat @gothcsz who mentioned a Javi P x reader x Clint from Freaky Tales threesome one time and my brain went brrrrrr. She's graciously allowing me to share it with the rest of you all, lol. Love you bb 💕���

Warnings: Unprotected pinv, oral(m!receiving), fingering, threesome

Taglist: idek if either of y'all are interested but @clubsoft @the-only-din-i-want

Clint stared at you as you moved into the space, passing Javier with a soft smile. You, his partner's girlfriend, were not someone he should be watching and feeling some type of way about. You glanced his way, a smirk pulling at your lips as you raised a hand in greeting. Clint returned the smirk, nodding slightly. He could feel Javi's eyes on him and quickly averted his gaze from you. Javi followed you, quickly wrapping you up in his arms as you giggled, resting your head on his chest as he kissed the side of your neck. The giggles turned into a soft moan and Clint turned away, shifting in his chair at the sweet sounds. Yeah, he felt some type of way about you, and Javi knew it, staking his claim every chance he got. Little did Clint know that you returned those feelings; something that Javi also knew about. What neither of you knew, however, was that Javi was planning something for the both of you. 

“Javi? What is this? I thought you said you had a surprise for me.”, you called out, stepping into your bedroom. “Patience, cariño, patience. I know that's not your strong suit.”, Javi responded, running a hand through his hair as he opened the front door for Clint. He led Clint through the house, stopping at the bedroom door before pushing it open for both of them. You turned, then gasped as you pulled your robe tightly around you. “Javi, you didn't tell me Clint was here!”, you exclaimed, shooting a nervous smile his way. Clint grinned at you, trying and failing to not rake his eyes down your form. Dressed in a short crimson robe with your hair down, you were nothing short of a vision. “What's going on, Javier?”, it rumbled out of his chest harshly before he could stop it. “Look. I know you're both….attracted to one another.”, Javi stated, looking between you both. You opened your mouth, ready to deny it, but Javi held a finger up. “You don't have to deny it, it's okay. I thought that maybe I could help ease some of that tension before it chokes us all to death. Clint, you can have her tonight; I may join in, but the night will mostly be for the two of you to get it out of your system.” Javi explained his thoughts as you stared at the floor, embarrassed. Your life with Javier was everything to you, but ever since you had met his partner, you couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him. Larger than Javi, broad chested and with a scar across his nose, Clint was all rugged where Javi was svelte. You couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to fuck him. You were so lost in your own mind that you didn't hear Javi until he was right in front of you. “Cariño? Did you hear me? I said take your robe off, let him see you.”, he said, reaching for the ties himself when you didn't respond. He pulled the robe off of you gently, letting it fall to the floor at your feet. Clint couldn't help but let out a low whistle as he took you in; dressed in a deep red lingerie set, you were absolutely stunning. He moved closer to you, seemingly already accepting how the night would be going. “Damn Peña, you're a lucky bastard.”, he murmured, slowly circling you.

Javi moved away from the two of you, settling on the bench against the wall. He gave you an encouraging smile as you glanced over at him nervously. Your gaze shifted as Clint touched your waist, pulling your soft body against his with a groan. His lips found your neck and started sucking, causing your eyes to flutter shut. The added scratch of his beard on your skin felt heavenly, and you tilted your head to give him better access. Clint moaned into your skin at the taste of you, pressing kisses to your jaw before turning you to face him. You stared at his chest; he reached down with two fingers and tilted your chin up to meet his fiery gaze. He searched your eyes for a minute, and after finding no hesitation, crushed his lips to yours. You moaned into his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip in with ease. Where kissing Javi was easy, practiced, kissing Clint was harsh and rough. His calloused hands palmed at your ass roughly, pulling your hips flush against his own. You whimpered when you felt his hard length against your stomach; he felt just as big as Javi. “Fuck.”, you murmured quietly as you broke the kiss, holding onto Clint's shoulders for support.  Without another word, Clint lifted you up and carried you to the bed, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. As he laid you down gently, his hips started grinding against your core, causing you to whine at the friction. He undid the clasp of your bra with one hand, pulling it from you and tossing it into a corner of the room. Both hands came up to engulf your breasts, thumbs swiping over your nipples as your back arched. His mouth followed his hands and he sucked first one, then the other nipple into his mouth, laving each one with his tongue until you were writhing under him.

Javier was watching all of this unfold with interest, his pupils blown wide and a bulge forming in his tight jeans. Clint slid your underwear down your legs and whistled as you spread your legs for him, pussy gleaming with your slick in the light. “This all f'me sweetheart?”, he murmured, not giving you a chance to answer before sliding a finger through your folds. You cried out at the sensation, nodding frantically. Slap. A hand to your inner thigh. “Use your words baby.”, he said, staring at you intently. “Fuck, yes, Clint. All for you.”, you whined, your hips moving slightly as you sought his touch again. He groaned at your words, this time sliding two fingers through you until they dipped into your entrance, then pushed inside.  You keened, back arching, thighs shaking as he immediately found the spongy spot inside you. His thumb found your clit and rubbed in slow, tight circles as he thrust his fingers into you again and again. Soon, you were teetering on the edge of your orgasm, clenching down on Clint's fingers with every thrust. The thumb on your clit sped up and a third finger was pushed inside you, stretching you even wider. Your eyes widened before rolling back, hips grinding against his hand as you rode out your high. “Oh my god, Clint!”, you cried out before clapping a hand over your mouth, head turning towards Javi. “Nuh-uh, don't look at him, you look at me. I'm the one doing this to you.”, Clint rasped, forcibly grabbing your chin and turning you. You whimpered, eyes closing as he pulled his fingers out of you, immediately sucking them clean with a groan. 

“You still good with this Peña? ‘Cause I want to fuck ‘er.”, Clint asked, staring at Javier as he palmed the bulge in his pants. “Fuck. Yes, do it.”, he replied with a groan. “Alright, scoot up.”, Clint ordered you as he stripped; you rushed to obey, eyes darting towards Javi as if he might change his mind. When no dissent came, you relaxed into Clint's kiss as he climbed over you. His fingers tweaked your nipple and you shivered, biting at his bottom lip with a grin. He slid his cock into you, both of you moaning when he bottomed out. “You feel so goddamned good baby girl, Jesus.”, Clint cursed, resting his forehead on yours for a brief moment before pulling almost all the way out and slamming home again. Your breath stuttered as he set a harsh pace, hands coming up to curl into his hair as he sucked a bruise into your neck. Your cries of pleasure grew, and before you knew it, you looked up and Javi was standing over the both of you, chest heaving. “Hands and knees, get ‘er on her hands and knees Clint.”, he ordered, undoing his belt and finally freeing his cock. You moaned as Clint pulled out, effortlessly flipping you onto your stomach. You scrambled to obey Javi, but the both of them pulled at you until you were in the position they wanted. Clint slid into you again, making your eyes roll back at the new angle. When you opened them again, Javi's cock was in your face, tip red and smeared with precum. “Suck, hermosa.”, he ordered, cradling the back of your head as he guided you to him. Obediently, you opened your mouth and he slipped inside, groaning above you. Clint's forceful thrusts pushed your mouth further and further down Javi's cock until you gagged, the tip hitting the back of your throat. You breathed through your nose and swallowed around him, causing him to let out a string of curses. Soon, they fell into an easy rhythm, using you for their pleasure. You moaned with every thrust Clint gave you, clenching around his cock as he hit a particular spot every time. Javi had both hands cradling your head, thrusting in and out of the wet heat of your mouth with abandon. You had never seen him so worked up, and the man loved having sex with you. 

You were completely blissed out, mind blank as they fucked you until you came hard, clenching around Clint's cock and milking his own orgasm from him. Your moans vibrated around Javi as he clutched the back of your head, thrusting in once more before releasing himself down your throat with a deep groan of your name. They both released you and you collapsed onto the bed, all three of you panting harshly. Javi sank to his knees in front of you, kissing you gently; you hummed against his lips tiredly. “Good surprise, cariño?”, he asked softly. You nodded, turning your head as Clint closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in his own gentle kiss. “Think we could do that again sometime?”, you asked them both, and to your surprise, they both nodded. You grinned, pulling at Javi's arm as you snuggled back into Clint's embrace. The three of you stayed in bed like that for a while, hands stroking up and down your body reverently. After a while, Clint got up and dressed; with one last kiss to the top of your head, he was gone. You slowly drifted off to sleep, your head on Javi's chest as you listened to his breathing, letting it soothe you.

[redsrooftopprincess]

Falling

RaphaelxReader (one fem pronoun)

Warnings: explosions, falling, near death experience, shoulder trauma, needles, emotional turmoil, I think that's it? If I missed any let me know? 

You scream and plummet six feet before a hand wraps around your forearm. There's a ripping pain in your shoulder as you feel it dislocate, and you scream again and slip, dropping again before he grabs your hand.

You watch your shoes tumble down the steel framework of the future bank and corporate office center, and disappear in the mushroom cloud of dust concealing the first three floors. The acrid smell of motor oil coats your tongue and the inside of your nostrils sting as the C4 continues to burn away. You choke, and his hold tightens. 

Balancing himself on a cross section of steel girders, his other hand is braced against the corner of a concrete platform, as what remains of the supports for the roof on this side of the adjacent building are making craters in the packed foundation eighteen stories below.

He growls through gritted teeth as the structure shudders again, and the screams of the civilians on the platform above add to the cacophony. His body is burning, the support of a rooftop bar full of panicked patrons resting on one arm. 

One of Vern's "Beautiful People Parties," and apparently Karai was upset The Foot weren't invited. One small brick of C4 and the Southern wall of the top floor of the swanky apartment building came tumbling down. You'd been on the roof when it collapsed, and had managed to grab hold of a waiter before the poor kid took a dive, but the stool you'd been holding on to broke and Raphael barely caught you in time. 

Your gaze shifts back and forth between the platform and him, and he can see the gears turning, see you working out the logic, and his eyes are screaming at you to stop. 

Please... He begs silently, Live the lie with me... Believe there's no way to save them... Believe it isn't them or you...

Reality settles like a block of ice in your stomach. Raphael is the strongest person you've ever met, but even he has it's limits, and bracing over 6000lbs on one arm is likely one of them. It's you, or the 40 odd people above and whoever else might get hurt on the platform's trip to the ground. 

Drawing a shuddering breath, you try to speak, but no sound comes out, "It's okay..." 

"Please..." He chokes on the word, bile rising in his throat, this can't be happening.

"It's okay..." 

He shakes his head, eyes pleading. He attempts to say your name.

You smile up at him, you hope bravely, and squeeze his hand. You can't say it. You can't speak. You look into his eyes, teary and terror-wide, you can't let him choose you, and you know he knows that.

You let go. 

The scream that tears from Raphael's throat shatters the night, and the building shudders again, almost making him lose his footing before he braces his now empty hand against the platform above. He squeezes his eyes shut, praying to whatever God might listen that he would wake up, and screams again.

You're falling in free space. There are several thick moments where all that exists is the wind rushing past you. Or you rushing past it. You have the gruesome thought that if you can land head-first, maybe you won't feel it, and you limply attempt to shift your body in a direction, but your body won't respond, as if it's already accepted the landing. 

You take one last deep breath, you're not sure if that's the right move, but you imagine in a few moments it won't matter, when there is a heavy impact against your side. All of the air rushes out of you and you're... still falling. A thought drifts by that hitting the ground should have hurt a lot more, and you wonder for a moment if you're dead, before you feel another softer, impact, and you're set safely down on the packed earth foundation. 

Michaelangelo grabs your face, physically pulling your gaze to his with a serious expression. 

"This is gonna hurt and I'm sorry." He says in one breath.

White fire shoots through your shoulder as he resets your arm with no more warning, when it's over you collapse into him, whimpering and breathing hard. He holds you, rubbing your back with one hand as he fishes around in his backpack with the other. Pulling out a small syringe, he uncaps it with his teeth and injects the local anesthetic into your shoulder. 

In seconds a warm numbness envelopes your arm, and a strangled sob of relief, pries itself from your throat. You're grateful Mike knows not to give you too much warning when he needs to do something like that. Processing what's about to happen first is sometimes worse.

The night air is filled with another anguished roar and both of your faces turn skyward.

It takes almost fifteen minutes for everyone to move into the safety of the building, and another ten for Donatello to brace the platform enough that emergency crews could safely get to fixing things once they arrive. Raphael is present for none of them. 

Running on autopilot, the world seems apart, separate from him. Vision hazy, sound muffled, as if he's watching his body interact without any real input. His head is spinning. None of it feels real.

You... fell.

No. 

He dropped you. 

No. 

You let go. 

He watched you fall.

But the roof fell too, sending tables and chairs plummeting down after you.

And he had to grab it.

There were so many people.

He'd watched you fall into a cloud of dust, the ground obscured.

He's too afraid to look now that the dust has cleared. 

He hears sobbing and prayers of gratitude from within the building, and he hates them. He's never regretted saving lives before, and the feeling turns his stomach.

He would have let them die. 

You would have never forgiven him. 

He swallows down the sick as he makes his way to the ground slowly. He'd have to... collect you. He can't just leave you there. 

It feels wrong. It feels... normal. He sees the reflection of passing emergency lights in wet asphalt and it's almost comical. 

Shouldn't it all be over? 

Ending? 

Shouldn't the universe be raging? Tearing itself apart? The fabric of reality falling to pieces? 

You're...

This... isn't.. normal. 

Why does this feel normal? 

Why is everything okay when everything is so not okay?

His hand slips, sending him tumbling down two floors of the steel framework before he catches himself. He holds tight to the beam, trying to slow his breathing. He hadn't realized how hard he was shaking. 

He grits his teeth and chokes down agony. He has to get to the ground. He has to find you. 

If the humans found you they'd take you away. 

--You're already so far away.--

Somewhere he couldn't get to you. 

--Would it really make a difference?--

Releasing the girder, he ignores the warping of the metal where he'd gripped it, and continues scaling downward. 

He'd bring you home. 

--Why?--

It's getting cold out. 

--She's already cold.--

It's supposed to rain again before morning,

--You don't have to do this.-- 

and he knows how much you hate being cold.

--Please don't do this.--

His phone fell when the supports did,

--You don't want to see this. You don't want to see her.--

and Donnie was making sure the building was safe for everyone else,

--Not like this.--

so he'll have to do this himself.

--Please.--

He touches down on packed earth littered with glass and concrete and splintered wood, looking only at the rubble beneath his feet.

He doesn't want to look.

He doesn't want to see you. 

Broken. 

Lifeless. 

Staring into nothing.

Odd angles and empty eyes.

He doesn't want to have to put you back together enough to carry you home. 

Every breath is a war in his chest and he closes his eyes, squeezing them shut and gritting his teeth, steeling himself for the task ahead. 

"Raph!" 

His eyes fly open wide and he looks around wildy. 

"Raphael!"

He turns just in time to catch you as you "totally didn't jump into his arms right after getting my shoulder reset, Donnie, I don't know where this other tear came from." 

He catches you without a thought and pulls you into him. "Fuck," He sobs, burying his face in your shoulder and holding you probably a little too tightly. His whole body is shaking with relief and it's all he can do to remain standing. He pulls back and looks you over frantically, "are you okay?"

"Yeah," you half-laugh, half-sob, nodding and grinning up at him, "Mike caught me." 

He looks over your head for a flash of orange, finding him in conversation with April and Leo. Mike looks up and catches his eye, smiling warmly at his brother's grateful expression before blowing him a kiss and a wink, and earning a snort and an eye roll in return as Raphael's snout returns to the hollow of your shoulder, and his arms wrap probably a little too tightly around you with no intention of ever letting go. 

....

I haven't decided. Will there be a part 2?

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[edenspoem]

i’ve mentioned it before but your vocabulary is insanely diverse. you are so well articulated and i’ve been wanting to work on my own vocabulary skills, i find myself having to try to find better words to describe things when i write so i was wondering how you expanded your vocabulary if you don’t mind!! unless you just came out of the womb writing like a renaissance poet then you can disregard this<3

first of all, thank you. my passion for writing does come from something rooted and old in me, but it was only recently that i begun to flesh it out and bleed the possibilities.. but the biggest bit of advice i can ever give to self-taught or writers on their own is; complication and comparison kill. when you let the overthinking run you around, you end up with processed and less honest writing. not honest in the sense of lies, but honest in the sense of "who do i want to portray? what do i want to portray?" and like i've said don't write with the brain write with the heart. (although, the mind pre-analyzing can come up with amazing things. literally when it springs to mind) your brain will want to trim and trim and cut all the shrubbery but i think it's what makes writing interesting. nobody wants to read something logical. they want to read something they have never felt before. never touched before. never desired before. it should be beautiful and gruesome and true. so, if you're thinking of expanding your vocabulary, do use it sparingly. i like to read classics or period pieces (like outlander) because even now i'm finding words i never knew of (like segued; i was like wtf is segued?? but it's interesting. it means to shift from one thing to another) but also if you don't like reading, watching period-piece shows is another good option. anne with an e is where i started when i found out i loved words and writing. i always say to look into period pieces but there's something so evocative about these preceding renditions because a.i is fucking the world of art up (and our environment. literally) and most don't care for poetry these days.. grab a book or a google doc and literally write your heart out whenever something you think of makes it beat a little bit faster..

edit: your ability to be simple and still make an impact with your words is your greatest weapon. know your words like a second language.

[foorin]

HUSBAND ANALYSIS

۶ৎ 𓂃 neuvillette × gn reader ੭ headcanons.

there are many facets that compose neuvillette and his grand displays of affection, yet it is the quiet, everyday gestures of love that truly fortify your bond with him. whether accompanied by little critters or not, the intention is never without purpose.

in many ways, he is a man of simplicity—one who finds joy in the mere essence of your presence, requiring nothing extravagant to be utterly captivated by you.

the way you exist, the way you speak, the way your eyes soften when you look at him—these are the things that leave him enamored. he does not need grand declarations, nor does he expect them, for to him, love is not measured in spectacle but in the quiet constancy of your being.

𝜗𝜚 AFFECTION & LOVE LANGUAGE

he wakes you up every morning just to prepare either coffee, tea, or honey water to help you start your day. though he doesn’t drink these himself, he never makes a fuss about it—it simply becomes part of his routine. you only begin to notice this quiet act of devotion when, on the rare occasion, he forgets.

it's common for him to leave little handwritten notes in unexpected places around the house—tucked into your coat pocket, nestled between the pages of your book, or carefully placed on the bathroom mirror. each note is a thoughtful reflection of the moment, tailored to your mood and how you’re feeling, making every discovery a small yet deeply meaningful gesture.

he remembers every little detail about you—the way you fold the laundry just so, where you last set down your car keys, even the exact time you need to take your medication. without needing reminders, he effortlessly weaves his care into the rhythm of your life, always looking out for you in both the smallest and most significant ways.

𝜗𝜚 ROMANTIC SURPRISES & GRAND GESTURES

it is not uncommon for neuvillette to recreate your first times together—especially on your anniversary, ensuring every detail is just as it was. the same restaurant, the same songs playing, even the same awkward joke he made the night you first met. it is his quiet way of saying, "i would even in another universe."

over the years, he has written hundreds of love letters about you, yet he has never quite found the courage to give them to you. one day, you stumble upon them, tucked away in an old drawer in his office—pages upon pages filled with tender, unspoken thoughts he never dared to articulate aloud. as it turns out, neuvillette is far more romantic than you ever imagined.

when a date or carefully planned evening falls apart, he does not dwell on disappointment. though visibly unsettled, he swiftly shifts his focus to salvaging the moment. perhaps a candlelit dinner at home will suffice, complete with a heartfelt speech listing ten reasons why he loves you so dearly. after all, it was never about the plan—it was always about you.

𝜗𝜚 FATHERHOOD & LOVE IN FAMILY LIFE

neuvillette expresses his love for your children in the same way he does for you. he stays up late—even on work nights—to assemble toys, prepare lunchboxes, and, of course, tell them a bedtime story about why you are the most wonderful person in the world.

it is not uncommon for him to take on the little things for you as well. whenever he notices you are overwhelmed, he quietly steps in—handling the laundry, tidying up, or taking over the bedtime routine without a word. he never makes a fuss about it; in fact, he finds a quiet joy in caring for you in these ways (and also an excuse to spend more time with the kids.

one day, one of your children asks, “daddy, how do you know you love mummy/daddy?” he does not even hesitate before answering, “because i would choose them in every lifetime.”

he makes a point to remind your children, time and time again, just how much they should love and appreciate you. whether spoken casually or with heartfelt sincerity, phrases like “your mother/father is the most incredible person i have ever met” are always accompanied by a soft “they’re my best friend”—whispered when he thinks you are not listening.

when it comes to bedtime stories, he brings them to life with different voices, exaggerated expressions, and, if he dares, the occasional attempt at an accent. even when the stories are embarrassing enough for you to tease him about, he does not mind—not when the children are laughing so hard they get hiccups.

when they reach an appropriate age, neuvillette begins taking them out on "dates", teaching them how they deserve to be treated by a future partner. at first, they assume it is just an ordinary outing—until they notice the way he opens doors for them, engages in thoughtful conversation, and gently teaches them about consent and patience. when they return home, he always asks, “so, what did you learn today?”

[inardescere]

Oh. Oh.

Good, he could joke.

Rafayel calms into a smile as Caleb starts to retort dramatically. His chest expands with a breath as the man holds his hand where it is above his chest, keeping it there, feeling his heart race faster. His hand is warm, his exaggerated expression has him rolling his eyes in amusement. Maybe I desire to be devoured. Rafayel smiles slyly at that, leaning in and letting the hand on his chest give in to more pressure, his weight on his heart— a sign, of how dangerous that is. To love him, to want him to take, Caleb would have to learn just how heavy that could be. If he earned it. "Then, maybe I should comply with your wishes and devour you whole," he whispers, just as alluring as the deep voice that the man tries to tease him with, letting Caleb do as he wished, let his fingertips slide on his wrist, his arm if he wants, he was not falling for it. Or maybe, he does.

One kiss, and he had laughed more than he had in years.

What would happen if he really tried?

It was a good idea, to move from the garden and find somewhere new. The intensity was too much, and as he took steps up the stairs, he was reminded of the gaze that landed on his lips and wondered if he would be devoured instead if he didn't keep moving. Right now, he would not let him. But with time, with days, weeks, or months, maybe years, would Rafayel trust him enough to allow such vulnerability? Even now, he felt like he was laying more of his cards than he meant to. After years of spending time being unable to truly connect with others-- not when he pushed them away so they didn't have to worry and linger, to keep the hurt away from people he had to protect- having someone who could understand his pain without saying it all was too... weightless. An ease that came as he sensed he wouldn't be hurt, not yet, when he shared the same pain.

Hearing his confession and his stories of the sunsets he has seen, he is reminded that this man- despite being human, was an immortal who had lived longer than he. Rafayel can't help but envy his experience up above the surface, another vast world he has yet to explore that Caleb has seen through hundreds of years. The many sunsets he must have seen, how he describes each one in vivid detail, makes his heart yearn to encase that vision with his own eyes, to see the colors blend from sky and sea, the millions of hues that mix and swirl to create the ever-changing view. Rafayel is glad the man is such a talker because if he hadn't started on his stories, he would have asked him again, to tell him about the world above, to tell him what he thought of those sunsets that he experienced in his long life- and now he knows for a fact that he adores it maybe just as much as Rafayel does.

The Lemurian glances down, and from the side of his vision he sees the man reach out with his fingers, curling them as if trying to touch. Yet, it hesitates and stops before it touches him. There are the smallest of shifts as if he would pull him into his chest again, let their bodies touch, and share warmth. But instead, he completely stops and Rafayel almost pouts at how he relaxes back, the distance more prominent after witnessing his attempts. So the moment Caleb decides to thank him, for something that he believes is only right when Caleb offers more. He takes the hand that once reached out for him, tugging on it and using that momentum to have the man topple over onto his shoulder. A gentle touch, but a core strength to maneuver, let him have what he wants.

Caleb doesn't have to hesitate to want.

But Rafayel doesn't want to end this day as just this one chapter, he doesn't want to let memories fade as memories but he wants to experience it again.

"Then, let's go see the sunset."

A gentle squeeze to his hand, tilting his head at the man before he lifts his chin, looking up at the 'sky', the surface so far up they couldn't even see its existence. "If you miss it, then let's go look. I've only seen it twice-- the day I surfaced and the day I was heading home." The latter had left a bitter taste in his mouth, the brilliant red only causing nausea, feeling as if the ocean was warning him, punishing him for betraying it and leaving for so long. But now, it was a distant memory, the colors no longer as vibrant in his head, a misted image compared to his first glance of the real sun. The first, he could never forget. "I can't let you think this is the only light you'll see for the rest of your life. I'm a much more benevolent God than you think." He teases, a playful lilt in his tone but his eyes close, head tilting to rest on the other's. "But not today. Today, I'm tired. So, look for me again. I'll take you there. In exchange, you need to tell me more about your adventures."

intense. that's the perfect word to describe caleb in any sense. he is intense and devoted in every aspect of his life. whether it was leading a crew, sail a boat, or... love. though he was not truly an expert in that area. caleb has always been popular among the people, the mix of his looks and personality was certainly a sight to see, one that equally men and women enjoyed from time to time. though, he always chose to close this door to him, mostly due a heartbreak that accompanies him into eternity, one that he feels will never recover from. to devote thyself is to invite pain. that's what he usually thinks after thinking about the years of obsession towards one single person. of course, it was not long ago he learned that devotion was actually a mania. a sick fascination that lead him to take the wrong choice, lured with lies to be tricked into immortality and bear a curse that belonged to someone else. thinking about it, he was used, therefore, it is hard for him to contemplate the idea of devoting himself again.

however, rafayel didn't seem to be an issue for him.

perhaps it was the laugh what made him regain his confidence. in fact, the moment didn't seem awkward at all, as it only made him feel more comfortable with the lemurian caressing his neck.

caleb lets out a breathless laugh in return, as a mischievous spark appears on his purple eyes, tilting his head slightly as he watches rafayel's every move. he notices how his heart starts beating rapidly in his chest, though, vulnerability it's something he has never bothered in showing, not when there's a perfect moment to return to his playful charm that enticed everyone. "desperate, you say?" he says drawling his voice, a low tone lace with amusement as a teasing grin curled from his lips. he lifts his hand to cover rafayel's one, holding it softly as it is on top of his chest, a dramatical gesture followed by an exaggerated expression. "you wound me, rafayel! i thought i was keeping it together quite well." he allows his hand to fall, shrugging his shoulders casually. "maaaybe-- i've just been caught in your spell and i wish to be devoured." he jokes, remembering the conversation they had earlier about the misconception of lemurians, thought, he obviously is hinting at something else. "what's a mortal man to do when faced with such divine temptation?" his fingers start trailing along rafayel's wrist, light and allowing them to linger, his grin widening as he leans in slightly, close enough that his breath brushes against the god's skin. "i always fulfill my promises, rafayel." he murmurs softly, hos voice turning smoother than before as his gaze flickers down to rafayel's lips for a brief moment before meeting his eyes again. "and if i’ve got you laughing this much after just one kiss, imagine what will happen when i reeeeeally start trying."

he couldn't even finish his idea, as he wants to keep teasing rafayel more now that the confidence kicked in again. his own lips returned into a faint smile shape as he watches the god moving with such fluid grace, leading him up the temple. he doesn't complain, instead, follows him quietly as he examines his surroundings, noticing that perhaps there's vulnerability in rafayel's every word and every glance, something deep within him, a quiet ache that he hasn't acknowledge in years. it seems like they truly were in the same situation, and would explain why the rapport between them easily appeared.

as they sit on the edge of the tower, caleb stares at the amber hues of the 'sun'. it mimicked the action pretty well, but definitely was far from the actual sunset he is used to see. "i do miss it." he doesn't hesitate in answering, just letting the truth come off. he has seen different sunsets across his adventures, from different points of the sea, islands and even views. "i have seen thousand of sunsets. there's calm sunsets, stretching out into the golden glow. the sun setting slow, as if it’s saving its last breath for the night, kissing the water with soft oranges and pinks. no wind, no fuss. and aggressive sunsets when the sky is torn open, blood-red like a bruised heart, and the winds howl like the devil himself. when waves crash wild, and that sun’s barely peeking through the black clouds." he has lived enough to have countless of adventures, and small details in life like watching a sunset or sunrise actually get a different meaning after many decades, as he realizes it is not always the same. "the sunrise is a sight that gets your blood stirring, no matter how many times you have seen it. all shades of pinks and golds, and the sea becomes a mirror." he tries to describe it as best as possible for rafayel to understand, though he did mention he was outside for a while, but caleb doesn't really know for how long and if he ever remembers.

"it’s different now, though." caleb extends his hand, his fingers twitching slightly towards rafayel's side. his gaze locks on him for a moment, then. his hand reaches out as fingers curl towards rafayel's. his movements appear unintentional, a quiet tug of desire, a plea for connection, waiting to see if his touch would be accepted. "but sitting here with you, it feels like the kind of beauty i thought i'd never see again." he lets his words linger in the air before turning his eyes back to the horizon, catching the dying light. he kind of wants to reach out again, to hold on rafayel's as before. but he doesn't. instead, he simply watches as the sun descents. "thank you for this." caleb adds, his voice carrying a depth that goes beyond just gratitude. he has been in a dark spot for years, and this was a lesson. "for reminding me there's still light to be found, even in places i never thought to look."

[erigold13261]

I WANNA HEAR ABOUT THE ARACHNIKIDS ALWAYS BEING WITH SAYU CREW AU THAT YOU JUST TALKED ABOUT (sorry if this sounds too demanding but I’m so intrigued!!!!)

lol, you're good! I was able to tell this was more intrigue than being demanding!

[Adding this after I wrote everything. This came out a LOT longer than I intended. I said I wasn't gonna get into the history or that this would become a fully fleshed out AU (I still don't think it is honestly) but I did write a lot more than I intended. I probably forgot some stuff or went off on tangents and didn't connect back, but your ask made me start thinking a lot so have fun reading all of this! Especially if you were really excited about this AU, I hope I did it justice lol]

I will say, this probably isn't going to be a super fleshed out AU (not like most of mine are half the time lol), so instead of some complicated backstory as to why the Arachnikids and Crew ended up as a group, it will be more simple (so I'm not going back into super past history during like the border war or something to justify the group forming). [[I say this and then I kinda go into a justification as to how this group came to be later on down the line lol]]

I also don't have exactly much for this AU at the moment. I did see your ask you sent about your ideas for the AU, I forgot what it was at this moment since I just skimmed it since I want to give a version I think would happen before possibly altering it with other people's ideas (plus I might want to doodle something with your ask if I get time). So I'll give what I think this AU would hold.

So firstly, I honestly don't think that ALL the Arachnikids would be in the group. Well I guess that depends on who you consider an Arachnikid actually. If you see Hobie as one, I don't see it really being in the group, same with Noir or Porker.

I do see Pav, Miles, and Gwen as definitely being in the group. By extension I can also Gaya since Pav would be in it. For Margo and Peni, it can a toss-up honestly where they could be or could not be.

This actually does call into question how Nueva York would be affected by this without Miles. Looks like Hobie, Noir, and Porker aren't getting out all that soon unless they complete the programs. But anyway, let's just ignore that can of worms for right now and just get onto the mermaid part lol.

Also, so I'm not constantly using Sayu Crew and Arachnikids, I'm just gonna say like the team so I don't have to keep using both titles.

Anyway! I think the team would still start with Tila and Remi interacting at first (Tila stealing Remi's art for one of her songs/covers then apologizing after realizing what she did). Then instead of bringing on Dodo and Sofa, it is Gaya and Pav who join next because of Remi and Pav's relation to Eve.

I can see Pav and Remi being friends after meeting as kids when Eve took Remi to see her side of the family at some point (Eve being so much older she was hanging out more with older members of the family while Remi gravitated to Pav and that age group of the family).

Once Remi and Tila kinda teamed up I can see Remi telling Pav this (either in person on a visit or online) in a very excited manner and then it turns into Pav and Gaya wanting to join in and have fun.

It's mainly just animatics and drawings with some voice acting, sometimes a short full animation would come out, but it got quite a few people interested online. That would be where I can see Gwen getting really into these mermaids online since they expressed a kind of teenage femininity that she wanted to be, which then led into Miles getting into these mermaids to try and have something to talk about with Gwen (and later becoming a pretty big fan himself).

Once the team so far saw how popular they were getting, Remi and Tila recruited Sofa and Dodo respectively since they were already friends and knew those two had skills that could help them out, which only helped the quality of their project to keep getting better.

Miles and Gwen being really big fans of the project probably made their usernames known to the team. Especially if Miles and Gwen made fanart and tried making some music , which made them really popular in this little fandom that started to be made online.

Overtime I honestly see Miles and Gwen virtually becoming part of the team (like how Pav and Gaya were mostly virtual compared to the Crew was still physically close to each other).

Miles and Remi would work as designers for the mermaids. Gwen would help make music (Miles would help with lyrics) but also became another voice for a third mermaid (before it was just 2 with Tila and Gaya. Before it used to be one with Gaya the talking voice and Tila the singing voice, but that changed as they got more popular, some fans still get confused why Sayu's voice changed lol).

Pav also helped out with inspiration and stuff, making cool looking realms, landscapes, designs and more with his powers (kinda looking like AI art from the early days, before it started becoming like photo realistic and junk like that) and having Gaya take pictures to send to the team to work on.

I can also see Pav doing cool stunts that Gaya would record and send in to the rest of the team. Things that Dodo just wouldn't be able to capture with mo-cap either because he lacked those skills, the environment wasn't right, or it went beyond what mo-cap could actually capture at the time.

All of this was going well and good, except that Sofa was basically doing all the editing and putting the whole project together by themself, and were starting to get very overworked since almost none of the others could really help them out in this area. I think Miles definitely would have started learning more editing skills to try and help Sofa out at this point (maybe Ganke taught him or Ganke might come in at this point, I don't know what Ganke's lore is and if he has a tech background).

However, what I see happening is the team kinda asking for help with their project, like if any of their fans would want to help them out in this area or knew someone who could be hired (these are still teens who aren't part of NSR yet, so it's not like they are completely rich or rolling in money).

But the team is in luck! One of their more recent fans is really good at tech stuff, especially things like 3D animation or rigging up avatars! This would be when Margo ends up joining the team. She and Sofa work on the editing and software of the mermaids, with maybe Remi and Miles helping with video editing at times.

Now, at this point, I would say that the mermaids (Sayu, Aoi, and Yua are definitely made at this point, or at least versions of them are) have been around for maybe like 2 years. I can see the team is still about a year away from actually being signed onto NSR. I do think it took the OG Sayu Crew a long time to get enough skill and recognition to be at the Megastar level we see them at (not to mention having to get hologram tech at some point because I doubt Sayu was on the screen when first performing at a Light Up audition).

So right now, the Sayu project, or Mermaid project (whatever it would be called because I doubt it would be called the Doki Doki Mermaid Club in this AU, as that was a spin-off game that was made after Sayu was NSR in my version of things), has Remi, Miles, Tila, Gaya, Gwen, Pav, Dodo, Sofa, and Margo.

The mermaids I'll just use the names I gave them, but honestly with this AU they might change drastically because of the added people in the creation process. Sayu is voiced by Tila, Aoi is voiced by Gaya, and Yua is voiced by Gwen. I can actually see Gwen at some point during the time working on the project probably came out socially to her friends as trans and so when Yua was being made a decision with the team was made to one day make her transition (which happens before joining NSR) so that Gwen could grow with the role as time goes on and she does more voice training. As of now though, Yua is probably like a merman or a mermaid but the backstory hasn't been fully revealed yet and so just has a slightly deeper voice (as Gwen at this point hasn't done any voice training at all).

Miles, Pav, and Remi are all working on visual art for the project. Gwen, Miles, Tila, and Remi are working on songs. Dodo, Pav, and Gwen are working on the motions/mo-cap. And Margo and Sofa (with some help from Miles and Remi at times) are working on the editing and software of the project.

All of this is well and good, but like I mentioned earlier, they are gonna have to figure out a way to get Sayu into the physical world in order to ever be able to try out for a Lights Up audition. In the OG version, I can see Eve actually helping Remi get connections, but in this AU I can actually see Peni being the person they go to.

I like the idea that Peni's family is very tech savvy (most of them probably are technomancers) so she would have the resources to help them. This is probably before she accidentally killed her father with her powers messing up his medical equipment at the hospital.

Honestly, I think it would be really nice if being a fan of the Sayu project could have helped her with her technomancy. Like I can see her making mini robot figurines and stuff because she was inspired by seeing the mermaids and thought their designs were cool and just naturally honed her work through a hyperfixation. So yeah! In this AU kits father is probably still alive! How cool is that! :D

Anyway, I can see Peni making some cool hologram or something of Sayu, something still pretty wonky and not perfect, and posting it online in the fandom/community space. Which absolutely catches the attention of the whole team as it was something so cool, done by someone so young (I see her as the youngest of the Arachnikids).

There would definitely be a line of communication that opened up about how cool kits work was and all that. Peni would be so happy to have been recognized for kits work and show kits parents happily! Something something, I don't really know how this part would happen, but I can see Peni joining the team.

Maybe her dad travels a lot and (considering I see him as a technomancer) probably has connections to robotic works in other areas (like Vandelay or J-1), which would allow Peni to go visit the main part of the team (the OG Sayu Crew) and talk about making an actual working, life-sized hologram of the mermaids.

Either that, or I can see Peni being able to visit Miles and Gwen (as they are closer than Pav and Gaya or the OG Crew), and there they make "live action" videos of the Mermaids. It would required a lot of editing and really good internet, but I can definitely see the team working together to make this video happen (it definitely would not be a livestream for a while as they sort out all the bugs or find a way to get everyone into one area).

Actually, this could be how Ganke gets roped into the situation! He could have been the videographer for any life action stunts as well as like a boom operator with his silencing powers. The team never had to worry about weather conditions thanks to Ganke's powers!

This skill would later help the team when they were working on shot compositions and stuff. Making sure all the mermaids were framed correctly at all times. This would be one less thing Margo and Sofa would have to focus on which allowed special effects (especially in livestreams) to become so much better since both editors could work at the same time without having to focus on 3 mermaids.

This new addition of a different media like this would really push the mermaids' popularity skywards. Especially considering people are now asking if they could meet these mermaids in person. Fans started comparing them to robot stars like 1010 or other robotic artists, which was just a huge boost in confidence for the team.

Honestly, I can even see a new mermaid being put into the mix. The only ones left are Haru and Renho, and I can kinda seeing Peni's voice and personality fitting Haru a lot. That kinda leaves Renho out of the mix, which I am sad about.

The only way I can really see all 5 being in the mix is if Margo ends up also being a voice actor (the team probably wanted to keep mostly feminine voices with an exception for Yua who would later get a more feminine voice as Gwen voice trained).

I can see Margo actually taking up a voice acting role, but that would shift the roles around a bit, but if Ganke is also on the team, as well as Margo and Peni learning how to use their powers more, this is definitely something that can happen!

So in this case, to have all 5 mermaids present before they ever end up at NSR (which I think would kinda be a goal at this point for the team, but they also just want to have an established group of mermaids) the roles would kinda look like this:

-Voices: Tila (Sayu), Gaya (Aoi), Gwen (Yua), Margo (Renho or Haru), and Peni (Haru or Renho).

-Mo-cap/movement: Dodo (Sayu), Pav (Aoi), and Gwen (Yua). Margo would learn to use her powers (astral projection) in a way to be more tech savvy thanks to Peni and would be able to control both Renho and Haru without actually having to do mo-cap (Peni can communicate with Margo through the computer, I can explain this more in another post if I remember lol).

-Live Editor: Sofa and Ganke mainly for live edits (Margo used to do this before being the main mover for Renho and Haru).

-Post Editor (not live): Sofa, Ganke, Margo, and Peni. Miles and Remi help with video editing.

-Hologram/robotic engineer: Peni. She is also the connector between the holograms and the mo-cappers. Without kit the mermaids literally cannot be holograms (this problem gets fixed after the team becomes Megastars as they have the money and resources to make a mechanical connector for IRL holograms to work).

-Animator/Artists: Remi, Miles, and Pav for the most part. 3D animations or anything with models is a group effort honestly but that would fall more into the post editors' hands (2D animation and comics are solely Remi and Miles job though, with Pav helping them get their ideas out physically with his powers)

-Music (lyrics): Tila, Gaya, and Miles are the main lyricists. I can see Dodo helping in this regard as well as Pav.

-Music (non-lyrics): Remi, Gwen, and Dodo. Miles is learning to make music. Sofa and Margo help with editing the music (Sofa more than Margo as they were brought up in a musical city and has more experience with EDM music than she does).

Uh, I think that's all the roles for now that I can think of. I tried to make it realistic in what they would do in terms of work load and skills they have/could have. Honestly looking at this, Tila and Gaya have the least work it seems lol. However, they are probably the ones making the bulk of the lyrics for the music and probably the dialogue/script for any animations (especially if the two get in character and end up making a lot of funny banter).

Anyway, once all of this was settled and all 5 mermaids were introduced, I can see the group trying to get a Lights Up audition. It definitely took some parents more convincing than others (like Gwen's and Miles) but with all the progress that the team has made, I can definitely see them having enough evidence for all their parents to let them go and try out for NSR.

I bet almost all the parents didn't believe they would actually be successful. Thinking that most likely these kids would be turned down and they would have to try again when they were older. So it came as a HUGE shock that the mermaids actually made it and were accepted with basically a fully acceptance from the standing Megastars at the time and from Tatiana.

Which basically meant that the team literally just skipped over a ton of work of having to prove themselves and work their way up to being Megastars. They were literally right at the cusp and a few months of work would grant them the title of Akusuka's charters!

That is to say, it would IF their parents actually let that happen. We know that the OG Crew's family does end up letting this happen (one way or another, I didn't even think about the Crew's emancipation from their families so that had to have happened at some point during all of this). But the other parent's might not be as willing to let their kids go off to a new country and be superstars.

Pav's family is definitely letting him go. He has family in the area and with Eve being a Megastar already, she could help him control his powers (which he is already really well in control of, I will try to talk a bit about the powers more at the end of this, I hope I remember).

Gaya's might be on the fence. On the one hand, this is something she put years into and it has shown she is very talented and could potentially become very rich, famous, and happy. On the other hand, she if still very young and they don't want her to go alone or to move the whole family (I can see her father willing to go with her, giving up his job where they live and trying to find another one if this is truly what Gaya wants, but the rest of their family might not approve).

Peni's family is probably not found of the idea in all honesty, but her parents would definitely be willing to move to Vinyl City if the dad could also get a contract specifically with J-1 or any other tech company in the area (which he would get and be willing to move Peni and the family there, plus they probably have better cybercare there than anything Vandelay could offer which is another plus).

Margo's family, depending on how you see them, would be either pushing her to go or trying to keep her there with them. She says in the movie her home life isn't great, and there is a lot of yelling (and probably neglect as she can just sit on her VR headset all the time in their minds), so she might just be able to promise to send money to them and they would allow her to leave.

Okay, so now Ganke, Miles, and Gwen's families. I do not see them at all being on bored with this decision. They all want what is best for their kids and this does not seem like it would be a good fit. Not with them all being so young and Vinyl City being so far away.

It also would cut in deeply to their education which I see all three of those families taking very seriously. Peni is probably gonna be homeschooled for a bit, Margo would take online classes, the Crew basically drop out, Gaya and Pav would enroll in a Vinyl City school probably. But Miles, Gwen, and Ganke are already in very good schools of their own (and Miles' family need a scholarship for that school I'm pretty sure), so even if the world runs on music, this change from a good schooling to just playing music probably doesn't seem like a good idea for their parents.

I can see Ganke's parents eventually giving in and letting Ganke go work for NSR as long as he get into a good school in Vinyl City and keeps his grades up (they would try to find a way to move to Vinyl City in the meantime as they can't fully uproot their lives right at that moment and this deal is a very limited time offer).

Miles' parents are probably extremely against the idea. Think this is not something that will be a forever career, or that it will become unstable (especially if the blackouts of Vinyl City are well known, which Miles would fight against and saying this could help the city and the world if they could produce enough power with their music). It would just be a very big back and forth but eventually they would see how much this truly means to Miles and let him go. I can see his mom going with him but his dad has to stay behind so he can try to transfer jobs or tie up loose ends.

Actually, depending on when this is, Aaron might still be alive (in this case, instead of meeting Gwen in a support group, they just met online in the mermaid fandom). So instead of Miles fighting alone in why he should be able to go to Vinyl City, Aaron would be there right with him and is the one to convince Jeff and Rio to let Miles go (Aaron probably went with Miles instead of the parents since it would have been hard for them to leave while Aaron could easily accompany Miles to a new life).

The main problem now is Gwen. Since Aaron is alive, Peter probably is too, at least in this AU (because I am now just realizing this, I don't know how to really put Peter into the story, so let's just say he was always helping support Gwen but couldn't really care about the mermaids themselves and so never got into helping with the project himself). Gwen is also still pre-transition and definitely not out to her dad. Or at least she wasn't before the auditions happened.

See, in my head, Gwen did get voice training thanks to the team helping her, but she never used her feminine voice around her dad at all. So when her dad heard her voice, he didn't even realize it was Gwen. Only after he looked up more about the mermaids (as I can see Gwen keeping a lot of this secret or super vague) did George realize Gwen was voicing the transgender mermaid with a very feminine voice. He looked through a lot of the old videos and could hear the voice transition over the years and kinda realized Gwen is probably trans and just never told him.

Instead of waiting for her to come home to talk, he called her up while she was still in Vinyl City or on the plane and tried to confront her. If she was on the plane, I can see her running away to Peter's once she landed and trying to hide from her father. There she would do her best to find a way back to Vinyl City, especially after she realized that she was the last one of the team that needed to get some kind of permission or give and okay. So she just has Ganke, Peter, and Miles help her get to Vinyl City without her dad knowing (probably using Remi and Pav's connection to Eve to do this).

If she was still in Vinyl City, she would have not gone back home and tried to stay with the Crew or with Eve if Remi explained what was happening and Eve offered her own place.

At this point in both options, there would definitely be some corruption and abuse of power on Eve's part to make sure that Gwen would be allowed to stay in Vinyl City and work against her father's wishes even though she is a minor. To Eve, this is helping Gwen get out of a potentially bad situation, but to George it feels like kidnapping or some horrible shit going down and he is losing his daughter. He'd do his best to get her back and would quit his job and move to Vinyl City to try and make things right.

Since he had time after his phone call with Gwen (they probably didn't talk on the phone about this) he never freaked out for a moment and said something to push Gwen away. No, instead this whole issue happened because Gwen was terrified of the potential that her dad would not like hearing she was trans. So instead of a reactive runaway scenario, it was a preemptive runaway scenario.

Anyway, that could probably be a small plot for the Revolution (imagine George and Kliff teaming up to try and take down NSR for their own reasons! ooooh!).

So yeah, once all of that had been squared away, the team is all set to work as the mermaids! They would spend the first few months getting used to everything as smaller Akusuka artists, and work their way up quickly to charters! From here it would be relatively the same as canon NSR for the most part except with 5 mermaids instead of just one of them (I'll think of fight mechanics later because I have to think of how the mermaids would be different now).

Oh! Right! I was gonna talk a tiny bit about Nueva York!

See, the whole thing with this AU hinges on the idea that the arachnikids do not get put into Nueva York really early. Pretty sure I said that Hobie was one of the longer instituted residents at 3 years at the time of the Power revolution.

So that would mean that... uh, pretty sure his one year mark at being at Nueva York that is when the Rock Revolution happened. And I see OG Sayu as having worked at NSR for like... 3 years I think it was?

That means 3 years of mermaid development, 2-3 years of NSR work, and then like 2 years of a timeskip before the Power Revolution (close to 3 kinda? sometimes, idk, still working on that for the OG NSpiR AU honestly lol).

At that time of the Power Revolution, Miles is about 14-15........ That would mean the mermaids were first developed when Miles was 6-7 years old by this logic... It would also mean that Remi was about 7-8 years old when he and Tila started the project....

Okay, so that doesn't work. At all. Specifically because I think that means Peni would have been 4 at the start of the project (and like 6 when kit joined the project). Which obviously doesn't work as joining a project like that is different from like being a prodigy and joining an organization with the help of your parents (looking at you Yinu).

I think I can fix this though. Maybe? I think if I just move the timeline over a bit, so that the mermaid team was brought on when they were older instead of younger (Also I think I'm gonna stick to the 2 years of work instead of 3 years because it messes things up later on I think). So like, instead of Remi being 14 and Miles being 13 at the time of the ROCK revolution (because 3 years of development and 2 years of work), instead I could change the order of the bosses and ages a bit because of timeline reasons.

So for me, I like the idea that the bosses in reverse order is how they got to NSR. That means that instead of Sayu being brought on before DJSS, instead DJSS was brought on BEFORE the team.... Wait no, because Nova had to have been fired from his professor job to get to NSR in the first place.

Okay! New plan! Nova get put in at the same time he originally was, BUT the mermaid team waited until they were super ready for NSR. Meaning that in this AU, there was an entirely different charter for Akusuka that would later be replaced by the team as they traveled up the ranks once they were actually brought on.

So, here's the idea I have. 5 years is the total time it takes from mermaid development until the Rock Revolution (I'm just ignoring the timeskip because I just needed it for ages at the moment and I'll be using 2 years of NSR work, not 3).

[This also means that the Revolution technically takes place later because I am moving the timeline up a little. Maybe something happened and B2J didn't get an audition for an extra year or two].

-At the beginning of development it is just Remi and Tila

-Quickly Pav and Gaya join

-Before the half year or 3/4 year mark Sofa and Dodo join

-At about the 1 year mark is when Gwen and Miles join

-1.5-2 year mark is when Margo joins (they start getting serious)

-At 2 or a bit after Peni joins along with Ganke quickly after

-Then a year of final development before joining NSR

-2 years of work and then it's revolution time!

I put this up here to kinda help me with ages. Since Peni is the youngest I am gonna work with her to help me figure out the ages. Peni is 14 when the timeskip happens, so that means she is 12 when the Rock Revolution happens, 10 when she joined NSR, and 9 when she joined the mermaid project.

I can see that as something happening, especially if Peni's parents are pretty lenient which I can see them as that (especially with someone like Yinu who is working at 9 in OG version lol, meaning she joined NSR even younger). So by the time of the revolution the approximate ages would be:

-Peni (14), Gwen (15), Miles (15), Ganke (15), Pav (15), Gaya (15), Remi (17), Margo (17), Tila (18), Sofa (18), and Dodo (19).

Because of these ages, I think this means that this AUs Rock Revolution happens 3 years after the OG Rock Revolution would happen. That is because Remi is 17 and I have him in my notes as 14 (I used to have him at 15 but for some reason I had to keep checking my notes because I kept saying 14 in my head, so I just changed it to 14 a bit ago since that is what my brain thought was better. So the rest of the Crew got bumped down at that time as well by one year).

Anyway, this means the ages of the other characters also ended up getting changed:

-Mayday (24), Zuke (30), DJSS (44), Yinu (12 going on 13), Mama (43), Neon J (60), 1010 (28), Eve (30), Tatiana (51), Kliff (48), and DK West (34).

Don't know what happened in that 3 year time span that made B2J not start a revolution, but something had happened to delay them.

Oh my fuck... I just realized I went on that whole rant of ages because I was supposed to talk about Nueva York but I went into NSR ages instead! Okay! Nueva York time!

The whole reason I was going to talk about ages was because at this point in the OG NSpidR AU, something would have happened to each of the Arachnikids during the mermaids development time that would have sent them away to Nueva York.

However! Because they had the mermaid project to occupy them and help them find creative solutions with their powers, they never had that outburst moment that got them sent to Nueva York. They learned how to use their powers through positive affirmation and community instead of through fear and repression.

The sucky thing about this is that some people get stuck in Nueva York. Hobie, Noir, Porker are all there without the help of Miles (or the rest of the Arachnikids) so there is very little chance that a Power Revolution will end up happening.

Well, actually, I guess since NSR doesn't get attacked as soon, Ex-Jay would actually have more time to look for Hobie since they aren't being contacted by NSR for at least another 3 years (so I think that would mean Hobie has been in Nueva York for 4-5 years at this point which would be enough for Ex-Jay to just try and get Hobie out themselves since it was put in there very unfairly).

Honestly, it would be cool in this AU that the revolutions were reversed! Like the Power Revolution happened since there was less resources put into Nueva York (since the Rock Revolution couldn't have been used as propaganda) and so that had elements of rock to it thanks to Hobie and Ex-Jay which would be a small inspiration for B2J once they got rejected by NSR during their auditions.

There was an abuse of power in Nueva York, and now there is an abuse in power in NSR. Which would actually tie in nicely with George and Gwen's story plot as this could be propaganda that helps push B2J to take down NSR. Especially if it came out that Eve helped Gwen get away from her father using her power and privilege, it would keep George around after the mermaid fight enough push B2J to get to Eve and then Tatiana (where Kliff's intentions become fully known to the group).

So yeah! I know I said I didn't have much to say, but uh... Well I lied lol! I apparently had a lot to say about this haha! Hope you liked reading my ramblings! :3

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I personally love it when my mum tries to guilt trip me, certainly doesn't leave me conflicted