#im okay im fine it's just a sunburn it's just a sunburn im gonna be fine nothing is gonna happen all is well *whilst shaking*

[tasakesi]

yeah im so anxious i feel like im gonna throw up right now!

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

I have a prompt idea!

Lee!peter1 Ler!peter3

Since summer is almost over, i was thinking, both Spidey's are in the pool, peter 1 is either chilling on a lawn chair or just kinda has his feet dangling in the water, and Peter 3 is not gonna miss the opportunity to get him!

"Come on Pete, you haven't even got in the water..."

Im thinking Peter 1 just wants to have a chill day and Peter 3 is not having it😂

Lee!peter1 ler!peter3

(Okay, this one has been in my drafts for a while and I have been dying to work on it! I hope you enjoy this Anon! Have a good night ❤️)

"Come on Pete, you haven't even got in the water."

"No thanks, I'm happy here."

Peter 3 pulled himself up so he could sit on the edge of the pool. "But you've been sitting there the whole time! Aren't you bored?"

One stretched. "Not really."

"Come on," Three whined as he made his way over to his younger brother. "I'm bored and need someone to play with."

"I don't want to!"

Three pouted. Since it was the last week of summer, Peter 3 and 1 had gone to the nearby community pool. They wanted one last day to enjoy the pool, and after almost 20 minutes with no one else had arriving. Three and One were able to have the local pool to themselves.

This was why Three was desperate to get his younger brother in the pool, but he chose to sit on the sidelines.

"Three."

"Yes?"

One looked down at his shirt. "You're dripping water on me."

Three noticed the spots of water on One's shirt. "Oh, sorry---."

He had an idea on how to have some fun with his brother. Instead of stepping back, he stepped even closer. "I was trying to cool you off. You looked like you were roasting over here."

Peter 1 gently pushed against his brother. "But I'm not."

"Well have you made sure?" Three asked as he playfully grabbed his brother's arms.

"Hey!"

"Have you applied your sunscreen?"

"Yes."

"Odd." Three knealt down next to his brother. "I don't remember you applying it."

"But I did!" One whined.

"Well as your older brother, it is my job to make sure you don't get sun burn. So why don't I double check?"

One's eyes widened as he watched his older brother quickly squirt some sunscreen into his hands and reach toward his face. "What are you doiEEEEEEH!"

Three started applying the sunscreen to One's neck and ears. "Making sure you stay safe."

"IHI WAHAS!"

"Oh yeah?" Three teased as he moved to One's collar bone. "Then how come I don't remember?"

One squealed and kicked. "THREEEEEEEE!"

Three chuckled as he applied more sunscreen to his fingers and then to One's arm. "Ihm trying to help you buhud."

"YohOUre torTURing meHE!"

"No I'm not." Three wiggled a few fingers into the youngest's armpit for good measure.

Peter 1 cackled and snorted before Three finally moved on.

"And now onto the next part." Peter 3 commented as he lifted the youngest shirt.

One jumped. "Wha---Hehey! Ihim wehearihing a shihirt!"

"It can still cause a sunburn if it moves," Three teased. "We have to be careful."

One's laughter became high pitched the moment Three's fingers started applying sunscreen to his stomach and sides. "NAAAAAAAAHAHA! JEHERK!"

"Ahare yohou gohoing to apply it on your ohown next time?"

"IHI DIHID!"

Three playfully clucked his tongue and moved up to his ribs. "Still lying are we?"

"NOHO!"

"Hmmm . . . My older brother instinct is telling me otherwise."

"NAHAHA THREHEHE!"

Three gently rolled the youngest on to his side so he could reach his back. "But I can't forget here."

"Oho noho!"

Three started with One's lower back and began moving upwards. His lower back was fine, but his shoulder blades were killer!

The youngest squirmed and squealed as Three made sure to cover ever inch of his shoulder blades.

"Aww, another spot you and Two have in common."

"SHUHUHUSH!"

The middle brother chuckled at the wiggling mess that was his little brother. "Yohou're going toho fall ouhut of the chahair."

"THREHEHE! MEHERCY!"

"Alright, alright." Peter 3 rolled the youngest back over. "Oh! Almost forgot."

"Wh-what?"

The middle brother moved to rub some sunscreen into the littlest face, making sure to lather it up on his nose.

Peter 1 whined. "Duhude!"

"There!" Three teased. "Now you can be a lifeguard on duty."

The youngest pouted.

"An adorable lifeguard," Three teased.

The littlest growled.

The middle brother stood. "An angy liweguawd."

Peter 1 smirked. He was having fun and knew Peter 3 was just fishing for attention . . . so he decided to give him some. One stood and charged his older brother.

"What the-AHH!"

With one good tackle, both brothers went tumbling into the water then enganging in an all out splashing war.

Needless to say, both younger brothers got completely soaked that day.

[sparring-spirals]

“i shouldn’t be doing this rn but i am” TLOVM liveblog s1e11 time! WOO! 

oh i unironically appreciate when the characters break down Plot onscreen for me, saves me braincells. thank u. ppreciate that, scanlan/keyleth/pike

“I don’t give a shit what they’re doing. I just want my brother back” That said, you’re so valid Vex <3 <3 <3

Delilah and Sylas just making out while presumably Vax and Cass are both just There like :|. At least Vax is mind-charmed rn.

Grog is an interesting character to see in animation, if only because I know what he might have come off as in stream vs here. Grog is a very, very familiar animation character- in dialogue, dynamics, etc. But thinking about what I know from Travis playing his characters  + bits I’ve seen of stream Grog, its interesting to be able to see the differences, even though this Grog seems like a pretty standard animation style character.

really wrestling with your inner demons there huh percy. really got those inner demons becoming outer demons and scaring kiki, huh percy. ( :( )

oh the PAGES of meta that could be written about the “delilah calls over cass for Sylas to feed on her, clearly a regular occurrence”. oh maaan.

character dynamics in battle, character dynamics in battle. keyleth backing percy even after she was scared of him, pike yelling out for grog, vex tackling vax for keyleth, vex and vax fighting

vex pleading to vax, vex mentioning their past, vex, actively fighting against vax, but still trying to use her words as her first weapon, rather than anything else. vex fighting against vax in close quarters, which vax is infinitely more comfortable with, im ye l l in

AND in contrast- the lack of familiarity with percy and cass, percy battling the demon as well as her- its ALL good its fine im good.

Keyleth: uses plants, crystals, wind, and fire all in close succession. me: oh my god shes the AVATAR-

PIKE PIKE PIKE PIKE (pike backs up keyleth :D)

“snap out of it you fuck, its me” “i know��hELLO voice delivery and character depth taking me the fuck out

you know, its kind of cute that percy and cass are both sort of unwillingly/willingly aiding a demon/evil entity of some kind! #sibling bonding

delilah did the “mute someone else” function on zoom and scanlan is not having too good of a time with it

pike is SO cool and SO good and HELL yeah. hell yeah!!!!! scanlan is peak damsel in distress (affectionate)

“i don’t want to”, ah, the color in percy’s eyes.. the flashes of mind control in cass’s..... excellent.

ah FUCK why would you remind me that they were CHILDREN and hAPPY once, thats rude oh god.

Vex yelling for Keyleth to do something (because keyleth is Strong As Hell she just needs to channel it, and Vex has faith in her, and also Vax is literally stabbing her in the back rn-)

HELL yeah Kiki!

HELL YEAH KIKI!!!!!!!!!

[screams for fifteen minutes in triumph and catharsis FUCK this is so good]

vex tearing up! vex punching Vax in panic and fear and without real control, only snapping out of it when the panic in Vax’s voice reaches her! im! oh boy!

“my turn” 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳 oh shit

GROG! FOR ALL THE QUIPS ABOUT HIS LOW WISDOM, BEING THE ONE TO RESIST, and also the “don’t try to seduce me” “wha-t, No, WHat-”

“REAL MEN HUG. OKAY KEYLETH, HIT HIM-”

lkdjfhgsjfhsKJDSGLAFHJKHJH  GO KEYLETH GO HELL YEAH !!! HELL!!! YEAH!!!!! 

man wicked sunburn for Sylas huh. haha get FUCKED. god ill be vibing off of this adrenaline high for ages.

oh that’s a lot of bodies. hmm. hmmmmmm.

oh you know, this whole shebang seems not-ideal- DOORS.

oh

oh fucK.K EY LETH?? KIK DARLING?????????

that lightning arcing all over the tree and city CANNOT be healthy

yeah yeah delilah i get that you’re going thru it and vecna is an orb or w/e but KEYLETH IS DYING IN VEX’S ARMS AND PIKE JUST VANISHED, HAVE SOME RESPECT, DAMMIT

well i was GOING to sleep and i REALLY need to but you know what FUCK you im watching the next one RIGHT now.

overall:

i am AMPED this is GOOD this is VERY good im gonna do this portion fast so i can watch the next episode and maybe sleep a little maybe

CHARACTER! DETAILS! IN! BATTLE! FUCK i loved so many of the character interactions and details in this battle there were so many and they were GOOD

also MECHANICALLY this was a fucking complicated battle! with lots of moving parts! breaking it down into pairs/chunks was so good thematically and also made it way easier to follow mentally

and the GRAPHICS were GOOD and MORE character details there

and KEYLETH oh my god KEYLETH, the CATHARSIS, the RESOLVE, the graphics! the strength and the ferocity! exquisite! fantastic! i am throwing roses at the stage!!!

also vex being the one to plead her to do it,, TWICE.... vex being desperate and NEEDING her to get vax back after her fears about losing vax to her... her sacrificing herself to save vex at the end... the panic in vex’s voice... keyleths little smile...... im losing it, folks. i’m gone. i’m out

by out, i mean next episode, HUZZAH, HELL YEAH

OH sorry, i almost forgot: pike is ALSO a badass, we love pike. :)

[tomdiddlyumptious]

Can u do a Tom Holland x model (tall) reader where she’s friends with law roach and zendaya and z and law roach introduces Tom and Toms friends to reader at a after party and they become friends and it’s fashion week and reader invites them and reader does multiple runways and photo shoots and Tom really likes her 🥰maybe fluff and smut

IT WAS TO FLUFFY TO ADD SMUT BABE- THANKS FOR THE ASK! REQUESTS ARE STILL CLOSED I HAVE TO FINISH THE ONES ALREADY ASKED!

Summary: ah, nothing like a nice life

Warnings: boob grabbing, dancing, sitting on laps and fluff! No smut!

A/n: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK TO LONG- NOT PROOF READ!

T.H| I’m OuTsIdE iN a AmG

You sat down on your phone, playing candy crush like the old person you are, it was an after party and you came with zendaya and law roach, you’ve been friends for a little bit but it was nice, you both got closer then you both expected. You sat there pretty in a black tuxedo, shirtless with red bottoms on, hair in a shag, a pretty one though. You lifted your leg and placed ontop of the other, it was like any other after party, boring. Zendaya and law roach singing the lyrics while others jumped around them.

“Y/n!” Zendaya said, catching your attention, you shut off your phone and put it in the side of your pants, looking up at her. “Get up I wanna introduce you to someone” “zendaya-“ “later please” she took your hand and lifted you from your seat, you took the seat with you because bitches be wanna steal shit. “So y/n, this is my friend Tom- did you really take the seat with you?” “I sure did, hello Thomas” you looked at him, curly brown hair, a little bit of gel, he wore a charming smile, he was also short. “Hi” he laughed. “Thank you-“ a stranger said, trying to take the chair, “I think the fuck not!” You yelled over the music, tugging it back. “Back Yo ass up!” You say, fake charging at the person making them flinch. “You are so mean” law rolled laughed.

“It’s not my fault she crazy” you sat the chair down and sat in it. “Well anyways, this is Harrison” zendaya said, Harrison waving with a smile. “And Harry, toms brother” he also waved. “Hi Tom and erbodyelse” you waved right back at them. “She apologizes” law said. “What did I do?” You asked, law looking at you. “Hey it’s okay, she’s funny” he laughed, you gave a innocent smile. “Well let’s party right!” Zendaya said, making everyone but you smile....until of course ice cube had to come on ‘you know how we do it’ you had no other choice, you could rap every single word of it, of any 90s song. You weren’t the type to party but you better make the best of it, zendaya handed you a beer and you took it sipping it. “I’m not letting this chair go” you said, “I’ll take it” Tom said, you stood and he took it, walking to the bartista and asking him to keep it back there and not let anyone else grab it. Once the achol got in your system there was no going back, you did what you said you could, everyone was suprised you didn’t even break a sweat, would you remember this? Of course you would! You aren’t that drunk dumbieee.

You’re the life of the party when your not so stuck up and stubborn, but it’s just your personality, you got your chair back and Tom was about tired as hell, he ended up sitting on your lap and having his back on the arm rest, having a normal conversation, you both have a lot of shared likings, basically the same person but not, your feelings are always mixed but Tom is nice to even it out.

“You think this is weird?” Tom asked, “Nah it’s good, look at her” you pointed at the girl who keeps whipping her head around to the song, leaving Thomas laughing as you silently giggled. “So your a model?” He asked and you nodded, sharing a hamburger you got from somewhere, it didn’t matter. You handed it to him and he took a bite “so like Victoria secret?” “Yeah and Rihanna, ya know fenty?” “Of course I watched it like a million times!” “Who was your favorite?” You asked him, “I mean Laura was pretty sexy” he shrugged and you laughed, “yeah she was” “but she wasn’t the best” “who was then?” “You, you danced in that tight underwear, it had to be uncomfterble” “no Rihanna makes sure it’s comfterble” “well I know you would kill it in some butterfly lingerie” he shrugged, handing the burger back to you. “Why thank you, seems like you like me showing skin huh?” “Hey I might not be sober, but I’m sober enough to not tell you my secrets” “dang it!” You laughed taking a bite out of the burger.

“I should come to your runways” he looks at you, his eyes slightly squinted. “That was just what I was thinking!” You took a bite as he laughed with his cheeks filled, you chewed away as you both just looked at each other. “So favorite movie?” “I can’t go one night without watching Spider-Man-“ “really? Thank you” he cheered, you only laughed, “you didn’t let me finish, Spider-Man into the spider verse” “that movie sucks!” “Noooo it’s miles morales! He’s fucking better then youu” “we can fight if you wanna fight” “then you wouldn’t be able to come to my shows” “ah fine”

As the time passed you both only made jokes, watching everyone else dance and point out the ones who don’t know how to. It was fun, he gave you his number and you gave yours to him, chatting and no more drinking, just eating.

“Naw I saw you both!” Law yelled as zendaya hyped it up. “Doing what! We were only talking-“ “and eating!” Zendaya added on. “That’s romance!” “Well I don’t think so, so hmph” you shrugged. “Whatever bye y/n” law exited the call and zendaya did to, it was time for your photo shoot for the week and Tom was expected to come, he didn’t come yet so you had time to get dressed.

You went shirtless with a pair of high waisted cargo pants and combat boots, your hair wet and your long nails black, there wasn’t really any makeup on your face other then a whole lot of highlighter, when you went out you found Tom. He had two water bottles in his hand, his hair wet with a black shirt and normal navy blue jeans with some black air forces, he looked around for you until he found you, giving you a smile as you holded your boobs with one hand to wave at him. He made his way over to you “hey!” He cheered. “Hey Thomas, how are you?” You asked and he shrugged, “I’m pretty full so I’m happy” “you ate without me?” “How was I supposed to know? What do you want” “loyalty” he smacked his lips at you “I got you water atleast!” “I can’t drink that right know, my stomach has to look good” you both looked at it, you basically were glowing.

“Water can’t kill you” “yes it can, that’s my que, let’s go!” You took photos in this large house, with a huge mountain next to it. Tom thought you looked beautiful with your hair out, he was to respectful to look somewhere he wasn’t supposed to. You sat next to the pool with a chair, sitting in it backwards you arched your back, Tom having a seat in the background just watching how you move and how the sun reacts to your skin, lucky you put on some sunscreen so you didn’t have to get sunburns. He sipped his water and smiled to himself, Tyler the creator played in the background and as you took your time you danced some, you were a cute dancer...you couldn’t dance but you looked nice moving!

“Tom I need your hands!” You yelled, Tom instantly came over asking you what’s wrong. “I need you to fix my hair really quick” “you and I both know I can’t do that” “then please hold these” you smile at him. “What’s?” He asked, knowing what you were saying but not so sure. “Hold my boobs dude” you took his hand with your free one. “Alright alright!” He says, coming behind you to hold your boobs. “Thank you Thomas” as you were about to grab your phone your hair stylist came up to fix your hair. “You can’t do it either” she said. You smacked your lips as Tom laughed at you, still holding your boobs with both of his hands, which they perfectly fit too.

“Alright Thomas you have to be in this photo shoot” the photographer said. “What why!” He asked, completely not ready. “It’s just a great pose” he smiled. “I don’t know if she’s okay with that!” Tom said looking at you. “I don’t mind” you shrugged, looking back at him. “Alright then I’m pretty sure we have some cargos for you!” “Right here actually!” Why do they have some men’s cargos, you like men’s clothes sometimes, your more thicker then Thomas though so that’s really confusing. You silently gasped “law!” You said to yourself. “Let me go change yeah” he said, you put your hands ontop of his, he removed his and ran to go get changed, when he came back he was dressed just like you, highlighter on his abs, everything.

“You look good” you complement. “Not as stunning as you darling” he said, ice cube now playing “alright let’s go to the mountains”

You all made your way up there, on the tip of the mountain, if you were to fall you’d die, you afraid of heights but Tom held your hand to reassure your safe, you and Tom stepped on the end, one of his arms came around your breasts, perking them up and the other came around your waist, you leaned on your left knee, tilted your head to lean on toms, the sun glistening your skin as you closed your eyes amd lips slightly open and your hand held his cheek as his lips were softly touching your neck. “Alright, perfect” they recorded you both, then when they look back there gonna make it pictures, they snapped another of you both hugging each other, his back muscles and the back of his head, showing his wet curls as you wrapped one around your finger, your lips so close to his ear, pelvis to pelvis and chest to chest, all very very good pictures.

You and Tom danced to the music, all oldies playing, Mary J Blige, Tony!, Tupac, Brandy, New edition, Micheal Jackson, snapping more pictures while you both weren’t paying attention. “Oh this totally gonna is gonna get in the book, this is gonna be all over the news” “oh tell me about it” the photographers laughed, but it was time to take the solo one, you covered your breasts as you were on the tip of the mountain, your face infront of the sun, you covered your face with your hand from a distance, revealing one of your eyes as they were light from the sun, you looked up at the camera and made eye contact with it, your lips again slightly open. “Perfect!”.

Snapped.

Tom put you on his story, smiling to himself as you came back down. “It’s hot!” You yelled, everyone laughing at what you said. “Guess who’s the new face of vogue!” Jim said, the photographer. “Me!” You jumped, dancing to yourself as everyone cheered you on as P. Y. T played, everyone clapping to the beat as you kept dancing, everyone singing and doing their own thing. Tom sung as he came up behind you, holding onto your waist as you moved you hips, some people recording for the YouTube video. It was like you were dating before you even knew it, it was nice, everyone could see the love you had for each other even if you both were oblivious of it.

“Did a wonderful job darling” he said, both in the same dressing room. “You didn’t do to bad yourself” you smiled at him, putting on your bra and your oversized shirt, taking off your pants and boots next as he followed along to put on the clothes he had on first. “Your the new icon y/n” he smiled at you. “Don’t say that, we both know zendayas the queen” “but you can be the king” he winked at you, you only smiled and shook your head. “So you guys, can we post these videos!” Jim said, you both looked at each other then the door. “Yeah!” Both of you said, I mean it was platonic right? Totally.

For the rest of the week you did the runways, the photo shoots, you of course were the new face of vogue, Victoria secret, Rihanna wanted you to come back, rumors of you and Tom dating which was okay you guessed, it was all just so going good for you, but Thomas not so much. “I think I really fucking like her” Thomas said, sitting in one of the front seats for your runway. “Then ask her out div!” “Harrison shut up!” “I’m just pointing out the obvious” he shrugged. “Well then don’t” he whisper yelled. “I can hear your whole conversation, Thomas” zendaya said smiling, “me too” law and zendaya high fives each other as Tom rolls his eyes, soon music starts playing and models come out, best for last so you weren’t out yet, Tom sat there bored wondering when you were coming out, crossing his arms over his chest as the time ticked, everyone was recording the models, professional cameras all over and recording.

And then your music played ‘Shes A Bad Mama Jama’ as you came out with your yellow layered large poofy dress, a deep v-line and black heels under, dangle earrings and your hair in butterfly braids, shinny lip gloss and long eyelashes, you walked down and danced a bit, everyone clapping for you, just cheering for you, Tom was lucky to even know you, the way your skin shined and you were so photogenic, you were just a goddess really, a mic in your hand as you finished coming down, you said a single ‘hey y’all!’ And everyone cheered for you, clapping.

“As you know I’ve done a lot in this week, including this” you held up your hands at the whole entire place. “But I couldn’t have done it without a few people” people clapped for you. “That includes, law roach” claps. “Zendaya” some ‘woos!’ “And Tom holland” he was shocked but everyone still cheered for him, smiling and waving at everyone who cheered him on. “I honestly feel so honored, I love every single one of you in this room, you’ve been with me ever since I didn’t get a chance, but that’s the thing” you pointed at the camera “if nothing works out, be your own boss. No one can reject you if your doing your own thing, that’s what I did” you shrugged, everyone clapping for you more. “So we have this set up right?” “It’s all in the trunk Thomas” “well are you gonna help me?” He whispered to zendaya which she laughed at “you have guns for a reason” she squeezed his arms. “Shut up” he silently giggled as he still payed attention to you.

You then walked out, everyone still cheering loudly as you waved them goodbye. You made your way to backstage, finding the models, including cara, Naomi, Gigi, Bella, Kaia, and Lupita. You walked over to the table and grabbed the champagne and grabbed it, law, zendaya, Tom, and Harrison all coming backstage and grabbing their glasses. “Ready?!” You ask and they all cheer, all around you, you popped the bottle successfully, you poured poured everyone some, including yourself. “Alright what are we cheering for?” You ask everyone, “your success!” Gigi says, making you blush. “Stop it, our success, we did it all together” you say making everyone ‘aw’. “To our success!” You yelled, everyone said it after you, raising their glasses and clanking it with some people before taking a sip, Tom came over and kissed your temple, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Congrats babe, you deserve it” he whispered in your ear. “What’s with the pet name” you laughed. “Come to the car with me yeah?” He asked, you nodded at him and the small group followed behind you, making your way to the car he opened the trunk, revealing balloons falling out and flying in the air.

but also a collage of you both, at the club with him sitting on your lap sharing the hamburger, laughing with each other to at the photo shoot, you both dancing with each other, the actual photos you used for the magazine too, then you both hanging out getting coffee and hugging each other in public, then both of you in these dark gothic wigs, with electric guitars, back to back as you put on this weird scrunched face, to hard to explain. You smiled as you picked up the collage “I love it” you said. “I love you” he said back, you looked back at him and he smiled. “I liked you the first moment I met you, your funny, sweet, stubborn, cute, your scattered everywhere-“ “I am not!” You cut him off. “Oh you are” zendaya said, the small group recording letting out small laughs. “You just proved my point y/n, but I love how I can even you out, I like the way you look at me, I want it to last everyday, every night, I just wanna be with you.... so in that case would you be my girlfriend?” He asked, you smiled so wide as you out the collage down in the car, you walked up to him and made eye contact with him as he stood there, looking up at you, you kissed him, smiling into the kiss and kissing him repeatedly “alright get it over with” law intruded, “yeah yes I will” you nodd and he smiled, kissing you again. Zendaya smiles “AGHHHHHH” she screams in excitement. For some reason ‘ivy’ by Frank ocean played and you both just made eye contact with each other.

[scary-lasagna]

hsnshsg jeff, ej,ben slender and trender with an s/o who works in a food truck sjshhsgd

Jeff

You now have a rat infestation.

He WILL find his way into that truck for free food.

What are you gonna do? Stop him?

He's a trained killer, so he knows how to sneak into houses pretty well.

Fast food trucks are just flavored houses, right?

Right.

Every time you turn around, he's just....there.

He eats the little artificial bacon bits like candy.

He's disgusting why are you even dating him?

Because he's nice and he takes care of the customers.

"Hey fuckos, what can I get for you?"

"Jef f S ToP"

Eyeless Jack

Confused a bit at first.

He's seen food trucks as a passerby, but never really took the time to consider one?

A truck that stores food? And always has humans around it?

Jack encourages you to try and open up at night.

"Isn't the point of your hunts to...y'know, actually hunt?"

"It's only slightly modified."

Jack cannot taste the food, but he likes to watch you cook, even if it is just flipping burgers or dunking potatoes.

If a customer is mean to you, all he has to do is step out from the shadows and approach them.

Just his height alone is enough to intimidate them.

“D̴o̸ ̴n̴o̷t̵ ̷d̶i̶s̵r̶e̷s̷p̵e̵c̷t̵ ̸m̸y̷ ̴m̴a̶t̵e̷.̸”

And then he smiles, flashing a toothy grin, with bits of flesh dangling from it's pointed edges.

Ben

He's a regular customer now.

And he doesn't mind getting out of the house just to see you.

Even if his pasty ass gets a sunburn in the process.

He holds the line up because he just wants to talk and flirt with you.

"You got anything for GAMERS who respect WOMEN?"

You lowkey don't mind though because it's funny.

Except for the moody customers behind him that you'll have to deal with.

He always leaves you a big tip with a wink.

It would be sexy otherwise, but he really looks like a fool with that sunburn.

He might peek in on the cameras to make sure you're doing okay, and if you get too hot Ben will speed up the fans for you.

He's always there to pick you up from work and walk you home.

Slender

Oh no, no.

No s/o of his is going to be working in a food truck.

He's watched Trender suffer in a food truck in his teenage years.

It was terrible.

In the summer it gets hot, cooking your brains, and having a risk of gaining food poisoning if the fridge decides to break.

He watches you for a few days from afar.

He thinks he's being sneaky but you can see him from behind the lamp post.

He'll offer you other positions of work, like being his 'secretary'.

Aka you just watch him work and bother him for 8 hours.

But if you like your job, he's not one to force you to change.

He'll bring you cold treats during the summer to help you cool off, even if it's just flavored ice water.

Trender

He fucking hates food trucks.

He's worked in one for a few summers in his teenage years.

But never again.

Never.

He treats you like a victim of horrid abuse.

"we GOtTA gEt YOu Out Of THere! I WIlL SAVE yOu."

"Trender im fine lmao"

He's come home from work from a food truck with nearing heat stroke and god knows what else.

He can't imagine what you're going through.

Because it's really not that bad.

He tries to rescue you from work often.

Either that or he buys a cheap soda and gives you a huge tip.

If you insist on working there, Trender wants to snazz up your uniform to look better than everyone else.

Just because you always deserve the best, no matter the situation.

[cassyapper]

ive sputtered about this on twitter before that’s gone now so i get to do it again anyway jotaro and kakyoin featuring proposal. just bear with me here this got kinda long

post-part-6-but-happy-ending-au kakyoin wakes up in hospital after the fight and he wasnt injured too badly all things considered. by that i mean he manages to shuffle his way to wherever jotaro is cause he just needs the assurance he’s alive cause th last thing he saw before blacking out earlier was jotaro’s face almost getting cleaved in half. once he sees nd hears the heart monitor and jotaro’s chest rising and falling he kinda slumps into the chair next 2 the bed and goes to bed. obviously he gets scolded by doctors when a nurse comes by doing rounds and finds kak in jotaro’s room but kak refuses to budge from the room so the docs are like “FINE” and they both get moved to a double room

kak just kinda fades in and out of consciousness while he waits for jotaro to wake up. while he’s waiting tho jolyne and emporio come visit. jolyne confirms everyone’s okay and hermes is getting fitted for arm prosthetics and kakyoin brings up avdol cause he had a similar procedure done. basically he’s reassuring jolyne it’ll go well. she appreciates it. then they both just kinda stare at jotaro for a sec. jolyne asks kakyoin if he thinks he’ll be okay and kakyoin is like hmm. probably. just cant let him out of our sight anymore. jolyne laughs but it’s tired. kakyoin tells her to go rest so she heads out w emporio

a couple hours after jolyne leaves kakyoin wakes up to jotaro’s heart monitor picking up. kakyoin only just gets his bearings when jotaro shoots forward gasping “jolyne”

kak immediately gets up and sits next to jotaro and helps him calm down. he takes his hand while doing this. basically “jolyne’s okay” “kakyoin?” “im here” jotaro blinks at kak w his only visible eye (the other’s buried under bandages) before his heart monitor starts 2 slow again and he slumps a bit

kak asks how he is and jotaro just grimaces which kak laughs a little at like “that’s understandable” jotaro grumbles that’s he’s getting old and kak is like “rather u old than dead” jotaro hums thoughtfully and neither speak for a second

anyway kak is Also getting old and he’s tired of beating around the bush and frankly with all he and jotaro have gone through there’s no way unrequited feelings will get inbetween them so he’s like “jotaro i am in love w u” with no warning

jotaro’s like “HUH?” and kak kinda elaborates cause why Not lay his heart bare the world almost ended

jotaro’s like stammering for a good minute before he’s like “u. i. u. me too” “what” “you. i. .” jotaro sighs but he’s always been more a man of action than a man of word so he takes kak’s hand which is still holding his and kisses it. kak is like “oh” and he cant bite back his smile

so basically they confess finally after (does the math) 23 years. god. then after they both get discharged from the hospital they go to a beach cause jotaro and kakyoin’s nerves are FRAYED and what else is more calming for old ppl than just sitting outside together. so they do that at a beach

anyway it’s nice and theyre there all day. jotaro pokes fun at the sunburn kak has on his nose and kak just throws sand at his face (star plat blocks it). when it’s dusk jotaro’s talking abt how some fish creep up the water column at night to hunt and kak is just smiling so softly at him before “marry me” just drops from his lips. completely unthinkingly but like it’s sincere

both freak out for a bit like “HUH” “HUH? I. I DONT KNOW WHY I SAID THAT. SORRY THAT WAS KINDA INTENSE” “I MENA. I MEAN. I MEAN” “WHAT???” “I. I!!!! GOD. KAKYOIN” “STOP WHAT DO YOU MEAN” “I MEAN!!!!!!!”

and jotaro just shakes his head before kissing kak. they break apart and kak is like “uHh” all dazed and jotaro just rolls his eyes good naturedly like “ur acting like an excited teenager” “shut the HELL UP kujo” “kujo-kakyoin to you” “SO DID YOU- DO YOU REALLY??? WANNA?? MARRY ME???”

and jotaro is like “iiII I MEAN LIKE WHY NOT WE’RE??? WE’RE CLEARLY IN THIS FOR THE LONG HAUL IF OUR ENTIRE HISTORY IS SOMETHING TO GO BY. WE’VE ALREADY GONE THROUGH THINGS TOGETHER MOST MARRIED COUPLES DONT AND WE STILL STUCK TOGETHER” “I. YEAH GUESS”

so there’s that. kakyoin doesnt have a ring to give jotaro cause even he didnt know he was gonna do this that night but it’s ok cause then they go ring shopping the next day and they both take the other out on cute little dates wherein they give each other their rings (like jotaro takes kak on a museum date and gives him his ring there, and kak takes jotaro on a boat for a couple of days wherein he gives HIM his ring)

uh yeah.

[shhh-no-ones-home]

fast times def leppard x reader

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Title is kind of a spin off of fast times at ridgemont high cause I think pool scenes are funny 😆

this is mostly joe but there are quite a few appearances from the other guys so im just gonna categorize that way

Song: we say summer by all time low

Edit cause I forgot:

Tag list: @cynic-spirit

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I sat in the outstretched lounger with my eyes closed, listening to the guys move around me. This tour had been fairly busy so far and we finally had a chill day to do whatever. I wanted to go to the mall... But the guys had other ideas, ideas that included renting the hotels outdoor pool for ourselves for the day. The security guards stood watch at the gate as we lounged, the guys having an outdoor interview about an hour ago and them not leaving after. So far I hadn't gotten in the water but I didn't really want to, the rest of them however were a different story. Then I felt droplets raining down on me. My eyes snapped open under my sunglasses and I shot up, wiping my arms off as i looked up disgusted at Joe.

"Really?"

I asked annoyed. He sent me back a wide grin before shaking like a dog again, getting me more wet.

"Joe!"

I called, covering my face so my sunglasses didn't get water on them. the last pair i had id accidentally gotten chlorine water on and absolutely ruined them.

"What is it darling? Afraid to have a little fun?"

He asked, smirk on his face, earning a high five from sav before he jumped back in. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

"In case you were wondering this isn't exact what I wanted to do today. but if I could actually relax without you idiots bothering me I'd be living the dream."

He faked hurt, touching his chest gently, water droplets sliding down his torso as he did so.

"Ouch y/n, that really hurts."

He mocked. I sent him a look before getting situated again in my seat.

"You'll live."

He rolled his eyes at me before sitting at the table with Phil and taking a drink of his beer.

"Killjoy."

I heard him mumble under his breath, making the guys laugh quietly along with him. I was starting to get a little angry now, I didn't ask to be here and of course I couldn't go anywhere by myself anymore. I gripped the arms of the chair tightly, my knuckles going white as I wiggled further down into the chair. I chewed my lip haphazardly trying to ignore them and focus on something else. After a bit I fell asleep under the warm summer sun.

°°°°°°°°°

I jolted upright as something heavy fell onto my stomach, waking me up. I looked up to see the guys all laughing, a few of them still in the water.

"Youre gonna burn if you keep exposed like that."

Joe laughed out as I picked his wet towel off of me and dropped it to the ground, scoffing at him.

"I think that's something I'd be willing to live with but I guess now I could at least rotate and tan my back too."

i quipped back. He shook his head at me, water from his hair dripping into his face.

"Why do you even bother?"

I looked at him over my glasses as I swung my legs over the side of the chair, planting my feet flat on the ground.

"Am I not allowed to enjoy myself?"

I asked standing up and stretching.

"Sure but getting sunburn doesn't seem all that enjoyable."

He joked, earning a wide grin from Rick as he sat at the table now instead of phil. I shook my head and walked to them, picking up the glass of water I had set there earlier. The ice was all melted now and there was a condensation puddle under the glass, making a suction noise as I picked it up.

"To you maybe. But I'm wearing enough sun screen for the both of us,  I'm sure I'll be fine."

He raised a brow before sending Rick a knowing glare.

"Unless it got washed off in the pool."

I placed my hands firmly on my hips after putting the cup back down and sent him a disapproving look.

"There's no way that would happen as I'm not going swimming today."

I said matter-of-factly. He smirked at me.

"That's what you think."

He said wickedly.

"Don't you dare."

I said sternly, warning him.

"Come on y/n! Live a little!"

Sav called from the deep end of the pool, Phil laughing and sending me a thumbs up. Before I could even look back to Joe he had his arms around my waist, hoisting me over his shoulder.

"Joey!"

I called, trying to hold onto him as I looked to the concrete.

"Put me down!"

I yelled as the rest of the guys laughed.

"Okay."

He laughed out before walking faster.

"No!"

I barely got out before he jumped in, letting me go as we both hit the water. I squeezed my eyes shut, reaching out for him as I popped out of the water, inhaling deeply.

"Asshole!"

I screamed, shoving water in his direction before swimming to the side of the pool.

"Oh come on y/n, we're just having a little fun. we want you to join in."

Steve said as I lifted myself out of the pool, pushing my hair out of my face. I stood up and looked back down into the pool, joe now at the ledge I had just emerged from. I scowled at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Why won't you swim with us? You brought a suit so clearly you were planning on using it eventually."

I shook my head, squinting in the sunlight.

"I just don't want to, what is so hard to understand about that? Now go get my shades mister 'were going in the pool together' before they get ruined like the last pair."

He laughed a little bit before turning and diving into the water. When he re-emerged he had my sunglasses in his hand, holding them out of the pool and shaking the water off of them.

"here you are."

he said holding them in my direction. i went to reach for them and he pulled away.

"come on, you already got me wet. just give me the glasses and no one gets hurt."

i half joked.

"is that a challenge?"

he laughed out and i sent him a wicked grin, kneeling down at the edge of the pool to retrieve my prize.

"in your dreams lover boy."

i said, quickly snatching my shades from him and pushing his head under the water. i fell back as he splashed me with water, laughing hysterically as he popped back up inhaling deeply. he shook his head wildly, running his hands over his face.

"oh thats it!"

he said loudly, grabbing my leg.

"no!"

i called again, dropping my sunglasses to the concrete as he dragged me closer to the edge.

"joe let go!"

i said, the others all laughing as he stood up and grabbed me round the waist, pulling me back into the water. i held onto his shoulders before my head could go back under the water and splashed him.

"okay okay! ill swim with you dorks."

i finally caved, joe still holding me to him.

"good."

he said, letting me go. i rolled my eyes at him before pushing water his way.

"oh is that how its going to be?"

i went to open my mouth when steve interrupted, clearing his throat.

"you two children done bickering yet? lets play a game or something."

he suggested. joe smirked at me before taking off towards steve and sav. i rolled my eyes and did the same.

"fine. if im gonna be in the pool we might as well have more fun."

[captain-jinguji]

Hiya! Big Thx for answering to my last request. I was really curious what would be Starish and QN's reaction if their s/o was an artist and asked to paint them naked and the reaction after they see the painting. Thank you a lot. (btw, im sorry u got sunburned, hope u r better :)) )

Its people like you that keep me going by being nice 😭 so thanks BB I'm fine. It hurt the first couple days but my skin's calming down a lot. And I'm always happy to answer :3 hope this is okay!

Warning: slight NSFW. Nothing graphic but if you're sensitive to that, don't read. 

STARISH + QUARTET NIGHT reacting to being painted naked by their s/o 

Natsuki: 

When you first brought it up, he honestly felt kind of self conscious? He's a big guy so the painting would take a while and it made him blush to think about being naked in front of you for that long, even if you've seen him naked before. However, halfway through the session he calms down and starts to relax, joking, and even commenting on how you should paint both of you together sometime, which will just get him scolded because he's supposed to be still! Once the painting is finished and he sees it, all he can do was stare in awe. You captured everything so perfectly!!! Honestly just amazed at how you can get the painting to look so real and won't stop complimenting for days. 

Tokiya: 

Not shy per se, but uncomfortable at first. Sure you guys have seen each other naked, plenty of times! But this is like… you staring at him for hours on end and he can't even (make a) move. If you pester him enough though, he'll agree with a sigh and oblige. Don't ask him to smile though because his face doesn't work like that. But that's okay ??? Because the serious look he has on in the painting, with his hand just barely hovering over his package has him staring at himself for hours after the painting is done. Honestly finds himself so hot in the painting and might ask you to make another one. 

Cecil: 

Draw me like one of your french girls #1. Agrees immediately. Anything for his princess! Strips in such a way that you almost don't want to just paint him anymore. The whole process takes an entire day though because he just. Wont. Shut. Up. You have to remind him that paintings are quiet and dont speak, but that doesnt stop him. Reminds you that he's very tan and the tattoo on his chest has to be just right since its a special symbol from his country. Honestly annoys you half the time, but the painting turns out so good. You even put some fruit and velvet accessories around him to try and emphasize on him and his heritage and God those grapes barely covering his cock really bring it out… 10/10 approves. 

Ren: 

Draw me like one of your french girls #2. Already stripping before you finish your sentence, but also orders you to strip and paint naked because "I can't be the only one being stared at when i have such a goddess in front of me." You reluctantly agree, though his stare makes you almost mess up a couple times and oh my god the comments he dashes out and the things he says he will do to you after ward have you squirming in place. Ren might be a model with the body of a God but he's playing dirty. But the finished painting? Beautiful. And he says that too. Also says that now whenever he's gone, you'll have something to pleasure yourself to ;) 

Otoya: 

Blushes and almost passes out. Studders out an answer about how embarrassing that is and why would you want that and omg he's hyperventilating. You have to calmly reassure him that it's just a painting and it won't hurt him. No one else will see it because it will be in you guys' bedroom, or bathroom if he finds that safer. Gives in at some point because he doesn't want to disappoint you and lays down on the couch, completely red. You almost couldnt differentiate between his face and his hair and at some point his thoughts began to wander and uh oh now he's hard. But that's okay because it makes for that much more of a good painting. When he sees it, he's still embarrassed but also amazed by your artistic ability. Still makes you promise that it will go somewhere where no one sees it. 

Syo: 

Literally shrieks when you bring it up to him. You want what? Why? How? Are you gonna sell it? Has so many questions. You have to reassure him, much like Otoya, that no one else sees it and he'll agree to it. Is also blushing during the session but his is more like a soft pink hue and he tries so hard to keep his thoughts under control. Asks for at least some props to take some of the attention away from him and so you tell him to take out his violin. Have you ever seen a naked man with his violin? No? Have you ever seen a wet artist? Now you have. Both of you were so amazed with the outcome that it was almost cringe. Asks to have it in the bedroom so he can admire himself and also your skills. 

Masato: 

LMAO have fun convincing him. Least likely of all to be comfortable with this and it will take forever for him to get there. However, if you tell him he can wear his Yukata to cover up some of his skin, like it being draped around his shoulders or hanging over one of his legs, he might be more willing. He just doesnt like to see all of himself naked so at least respect that aspect. Also demands you make him melon bread after this. Is also a blushing mess during the session, worse than otoya even and you have to remind him to breathe every once in a while because youre genuinely scared he might pass out. Once the painting is done, though, he will actually be shook. He looks so good? And might he even say, sexy? Is this really him? Plz give this boy some love ;-; 

Reiji: 

Draw me like one of your french girls #3. Much like Ren, he's also stripping and trying out different poses. Want his butt in the air? His dick hard and erect? A hand sliding down his happy trail? Honestly tries to make this more of a porno than it has to be. Also demands some sexy time for his "hard work of sitting there doing nothing when you can stare at his naked glory for as long as you want" poor Reiji pulls the pouty lip and all and its honestly cute so you agree. You have him lay on the couch, hands crossed behind his head and his legs spread open, one popped up on the couch and the other steady on the floor. The finished result? Puts Michaelangelo to shame. At least according to reiji. Kisses your neck as he admires your art and kindly reminds you that even though he's the painting, you still have to pay your debt. 

Ranmaru: 

Draw me like one of your french girls #4. Honestly so not opposed to the idea at all. Has so much confidence going into this and is hella smug about it. However, once he actually has been against the red velvet pillows with a leather gloved finger between his teeth for twenty minutes or so, he starts to blush. Didnt realize you had to stare at him for this long and though he's comfortable being naked in front of you, he still feels a little too watched under your gaze. On the other hand, you were patting your own shoulder because oh my lord your man is hot. Leather is his thing. You can feel yourself being turned on by your own idea and when you see your finished painting you stare at it in awe for so long that Ranmaru becomes worried. Asks if its wrong, if it was the wrong angle, etc… but when he sees it for himself, he gets that smug grin back on his face. "Damn babe. I look hot." 

Camus: 

Knows you can paint well. Has all the confidence in the world. Totally down to do this. But "Don't waste his time" and "I'm expecting you to capture all of me in all my glory" has you kind of scared to mess up. Camus is beautiful and he knows it. Wont settle for less. You have him sprawled out on his silk bed, a hand resting against the side of his head and a book as a prop, gently laid against the upper side of his chest. You call it "sophisticated grace". But oh dear Camus knows exactly what he's doing and he's purposefully giving you the bedroom eyes during the whole session, his crystal blues covered by a dark lust. You take in a deep breath a couple of times and wonder if you can actually last through this without jumping on him, but you do and once you're done, Camus comes up behind you and analyzes the painting like it's the most important thing on this planet. He doesn't say anything though and it has you worried that he doesnt like it and saw too many flaws but the next thing you feel is his hot breath against your neck and his low voice whispering in your ear, "I believe you deserve payment for this." 

Ai: 

Confused? Why would you want to paint him? Humans are weird. He's so cute and innocent and it almost makes you giggle. He agrees to it though because he's interested in how you'd capture him and so he poses for you in one of the white, deep seated chairs that's in the corner of your living room. His skin is flawless and the early morning sun is at just the right angle, coming through the window that it makes his whole being glow up golden. It's better than the sistine Chapel. It's divine and you blush at the thought of this being your man. So catches that of course, and smiles to himself. He feels a sense of pride that you chose him for such an...intimate painting and he's sure to properly thank you later. The finished product has him in awe. He looks so good? Like an angel. And he thanks you with a deep kiss for making him look like that.

[pietrotheavenger]

roommates (bucky barnes)

HURT

summary: the mundanity of being roommates with bucky.

pairings: au!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: angst kind of & swearing

a/n: sorry

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“y/n, you knew?” bucky exhaled in disbelief. she felt his hot breath fan her face. “this whole time, you knew?”

“yeah,” she whispered. she couldn’t meet his piercing gaze. instead, she let her eyes map out the freckles dusted over his nose. the matching sunburn was evidence of his hike the day before. “you know how easily you burn, bucky, you need to wear sunscreen,” she added, quietly.

“i know, i just forgot to put it on my face,” he responded. “look at me.”

she forced herself to look him in the eye. “i-” she began, but didn’t let herself finish.

“why didn’t you tell me?” his voice cracked.

“i can’t lose you,” she brought his hand up to his cheek, her thumb dancing as light as a feather over his freckles. his eyes fluttered close at her touch, his eyelashes tickling the tops of his cheeks.

“i can’t either and you know that. if you didn’t want anything to change between us, then i would’ve been fine. i wouldn’t be mad at you. i’m not mad at you right now, either. i’m just,” he sucked in a deep breath, trying to find his words, “sad. i’m just sad.”

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. you deserve more than this,” she sighed. “i should’ve told you. i don’t want you to be sad. i’m so sorry.”

“it’s okay,” he gave her a small smile.

“no it’s not. i hurt you. you don’t deserve that”

he would let her hurt him all over again. if she wanted to, she could rip his heart out of his chest and stomp on it. he didn’t mind. he was hers to do as she pleased.

“i’m not blameless, either,” he said, instead.

they shared a few moments together in silence. he pulled her into his chest, her head tucked under his chin. he mindlessly rubbed her back as they both sorted through their thoughts.

“i can’t go,” y/n spoke softly, the first to break their shakey silence. “i can’t leave you.”

“i don’t want to hold you back. i don’t want to be your deciding factor. this is a serious decision that you need to come to terms with on your own,” he replied.

in one swift motion, she pushed him away, sat up, and straddled his waist. her hands were planted on his chest. “james buchanan fucking barnes can you be selfish for once in your life? what do you truly want? is that it?”

“i want your choice to be as easy as breathing. i want to be your choice. i want you to choose me without hesitation. i want you,” he blurted. “but, y/n, baby. above all else, i want you to be happy. even if that means you’re on the other side of the country with someone else. i’m not going to step between you and your happiness.”

“steve isn’t my happiness. seattle isn’t my happiness. you’re my happiness, you fucking dumbass!” she exclaimed. “you’re so frustrating.” she flopped back down next to him. “you’re getting me riled up. why can’t you see, bucky? why can’t you see that i can’t leave you even if i wanted to? i can’t live without you,” she whispered the last part.

the only sound for a few seconds was the ceiling fan whirring.

“bucky, are we in love?” her voice shook. she was looking into his eyes fearfully.

he nodded his head.

“what’re we gonna do about it?” she asked.

he shrugged. “i don’t know. i just know that you will be the death of me, y/n y/l/n.”

“as will you, james barnes.”

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[chickennoodlesoupfortae]

BTS imagine

A/N- I promise I’ll do a fluff piece soon but for now enjoy this angst with a fluffy ending. 

Summary- their reaction to you walking out during a fight, more of a slice of life 

Word count- 3.1k

Warnings- mild cursing otherwise none

Jin

“I don’t want to clean right now, I’m so tired, please. can’t you just do something?” you whined in protest to Jin’s request to help him clean the house

“Ugh, why are you this way?” he groaned in response

“What way, I just want to rest.” you snapped back.

“What do you even have to rest from?” he mumbled

“Huh, say it louder.” you instigated

“You never do anything,” he exclaimed

“So, I just go to work and sit around doing nothing?” he continued looking for the broom

“I don’t just sing and dance around like you.” he looked up triggered by your statement

“My dancing around pays for this house.” your eyes widened in anger

“Bullshit! I pay for this house with you.” you were now screaming across the living room

“Sure, I’m the bad guy who you live off of!” he screamed back.

“That’s a lie.” you threw back at him

“Cause you love to use my card when you go shopping!” he was now pulling all the stops

“We have a shared bank account that’s our card. Are you stupid?” you scoffed

“One of us is putting in more than the other and taking out less.” he regretted saying it when he saw your face turn from angry too over it

“Then one of us is gonna leave the other,” you said nonchalant showing you were over all of this.

He ran across the living room to stand in front of the door

“Stop baby, you can’t just leave.” he looked down at you blocking the exit

“Get out of my way seokjin.” you pushed him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” he grabbed both your hands pressing them against his chest.

“Ugh let go. You're just saying that so I won’t go.” he looked at you with puppy eyes “Stop that, you can’t be fighting me one minute and fine the next.”

“You were fighting me too.” you sighed at his response pulling your hands out of his

“No. You were the one who took it to another level cause I suggested you should clean. You’re such a dick” you started pushing him out of the way.

“You’re right, it was a dick move” he sighed getting out of the way

You stopped in your tracks at his sudden change in attitude

He let out a soft smile

“I hate you, you know.” you turned around and sat down on the couch

“This is dumb, I’ll just find us a maid,” he said sitting down next to you

“That’s the type of thinking we need in this house” you rested your head on his shoulder

Yoongi

“You need to stop overworking yourself!” you shouted

“I can’t (y/n) you know that I know that. We’ve known this” he turned his back to you

“Don’t you dare turn your back to me!” you shouted

“Calm down babe. You’re being too much,” he said still walking out of the bedroom forcing you to stand up from the bed

“You just got home two hours ago.” you rushed to grab his hand and force him to look at you.

“I need to go finish up a track let go.” he pulled his hand out of your own

“It’s three am, you can do it in the morning,” you told him

“It’ll take only a couple hours and then I’ll come back,” he said looking for his keys “Oh my gosh where are my keys!”

“I have work and I won’t be able to see you.” he continued looking for his keys ignoring you. “You need to stay here a while at least the night. You’re never home anymore. It’s like you don’t even live here. I’m all alone all the time.”

“I’m never here but I still seem to hear your shit (y/n)” he said finally finding his keys.

“Fine then be alone.” you grabbed your keys and left.

He groaned in annoyance seeing your car pull out through the window “why is she this way?” he asked himself as he opened the door heading to his car.

You weren’t sure where to go thinking he would’ve stopped you but yoongi wasn’t that way and you should’ve known he’d let you leave

“Why is he this way?” you screamed at the top of your lungs and making your fourth right turn at the last minute

He started driving to the studio when he noticed your car make another right

“Where is she going?” he decided to follow you at least till he could think of where it maybe you were going.

After four more rights, he realized you were making a circle and turned on the high beam to get your attention.

You pulled  over recognizing the car after the headlights flashed into your car

Soon there was a light tap on the passenger side seat and you unlocked the car letting him slip into the car and take a seat

“Go home honey,” he said in a stern yet apologetic tone he had mastered after using it at excess

You continued looking forward “I just want the best for you.” you looked over at him

“I know and I’ll tell them today and request for a break and spend the next two weeks with you. Todays just not a good day to throw in the towel.”

“You know best. Just remember I will love you as long as I can so don’t kill yourself over an album.”

He left the car after kissing you and went to work finishing the take and then proclaiming he was going on an indefinite break for his health

Hoseok

(does he have to go this hard? I mean I’m dead already.)

“Why don’t you want to tell people about us hobi?”

It was the fourth time that month that you had to use the backdoor at a shop to avoid being seen with him

At first, you hadn’t been mad at the fact he wanted to keep things private

But it had been a little over a year now of hiding your relationship and it wasn’t cool or exciting anymore.

It was hurtful for you to have to be hidden and hide the person you loved around almost everyone

“Why is it such a problem now (y/n)? You’re overblowing this.”

“It’s been a year and we’re still hiding our relationship from the world.” you raised your voice

“You’re being too much you know it’s complicated.” he rolled his eyes turning on the television

“Really? Because all I know is that my boyfriend of over a year is not telling people were together but instead is fine posting pictures with,” you pulled out your phone opening up the twitter app and typing in hashtags. “Let us see jane doe 1, which she’s pretty what’s her name, oh it’s ‘ilovehobi4’. Maybe if I change my username to ‘i-fuck-hoseok-but-he-wont-let-us-be-seen-together-like-im-a-whore3’ I can get a photo up with you in it”  you said in one breath

He laughed and shook his head

“I’m not kidding. I shouldn’t have too strong-arm you into telling people were together.” you stayed quiet for a moment, hoping he would say something but he continued watching the drama that was on

“Fine then.” you stood up and went to the bedroom

Half an hour later and with three bags packed you walked out

“I’ve tried with you hoseok.” he looked up at the use of his real name quickly noticing your bags

“Oh my gosh (y/n) you have to be kidding me-it's ten pm are we doing this now?” he looked more bothered than concerned

“I’ve been understanding but if you don’t go public I can’t anymore. No one can handle being treated like a dirty secret and I’m no exception.”

He let you walk out thinking you’d come back in ten minutes tops

He falls asleep on the couch waiting for you and when he wakes up he calls his managers right away

“Look I don’t care how they react I just wanted to tell you guys first”

He looks through his camera roll and finds a beautiful photo of the both of you sitting on stage in an empty arena

You opened your phone and saw a text saying sorry with a picture of the tweet

You smiled as you read the caption ‘Tbt to when I and my beautiful sweetheart (y/n) almost got sunburned in Los Angeles’

You drove home

Namjoon

 “Get off your phone babe.”

You were out eating dinner with him but it was more like eating alone being that he was on his phone emailing and completely ignoring you

It wasn’t the first time this had happened

It was probably the tenth time this month you had eaten in silence

“Joon baby are you there?” you asked growing irritated with him

“What (y/n)?” he said sounding annoyed with you

“Nothing it’s just were out eating and you haven’t even said more than a ‘yes’ and ‘no’ and both were said to the waiter.”

“I have important things to do. Please just let me get them done.” he looked back down as you sighed

You sat there for ten more minutes just picking at your food

You stood up and left the table

“Okay! I’m done now.” he looked up noticing you weren’t there anymore “Fuck.” he muttered noticing your bag was gone too.

“Can I get the check to please?”

When he got home he noticed that a bag was missing and some of your clothes

He saw you in the bathroom throwing in some of your make-up into the bag you had packed

“Baby what are you doing? you gave me a heart attack.”

“I’m leaving Namjoon. What does it look like?” you scoffed

“Why?”

“You never give me any of your time and I’m sick of it.” you pushed past him trying to look for anything else you might need

“Come on don’t be this way. Work is so busy now and it’s really important, you know this.”

You looked up at him “If it’s more important than I’ll go”

“Don’t make me choose.” he pleaded

“I won’t. I’ll take the option away”

You left and didn’t hear from him for two days

You were sleeping at a friend’s house when you hear a song start blasting

“Ugh they need to turn it down I’m trying to have a sad nap” you cried into the pillow you were using

Then you realized what song it was “no it can’t be,” you walked to the window of the small townhouse hearing the song you and Joon had first danced to blast “that shit head,” you said to yourself as you saw your boyfriend on the street

You walked outside in you pyjamas even though it was the afternoon

“Turn it down Joon, this is a nice neighbourhood,” you shouted over the music

“Not until you agree to come home,” he shouted back turning it down a bit so you could talk

You shook your head and turned to go back to the house

“I’m sorry, honey it’s you. I’ll try to be better. I love you more than anything.”

Jimin

“You know it’s not that simple.”

You were ignoring Jimin and trying to shut down the conversation

“Then tell me how it’s complicated so I can understand and help,” he replied

“I don’t want to.” you walked out of the bedroom standing up from bed for the first time that day

“I’m worried about you (y/n). You don’t seem ok. It’s five and you’re still in bed.” he followed you out

“Nothing's the matter,” you assured him

“I know you’re lying.” he followed you like a puppy around the house

“Stop Jimin leave me alone,” you said turning around to face him

“I’m just worried,” he whined

“I’m fine, I just had off for the first time in a while and I wanted to rest.” you tried to shut him down

“Well you shouldn’t just lay in bed all day.” his tone changed slightly into his judgemental one

“Well I think I had a great time so leave me alone.” you snapped back admittedly a little meaner than intended  

“You’re always saying for me to leave you alone when I’m your boyfriend who you live with and supposedly love,” he complained from the couch where he had found refuge in one room away

“You're so whiney.” you clapped back

“That’s not even a word.” he laughed

“You know what I’m saying.”

“You’re so backwards. What am I supposed to do when I find my girlfriend sleeping in bed in the same clothes as ten hours later.”

“This is why I like living alone.” you lied

“You’re welcome to go.” he lied

“Fine then.” you were joking trying to get a reaction when you started packing a bag and then before you know it you were walking out of the room and to the door

“Come on (y/n) let’s watch the movie we’ve been meaning to watch.” he looked up not realizing what you had done “Shit, what are you doing?” he laughed standing up

“I’m leaving,” you stated

“Come on baby calm down, I was joking.” he grabbed your bags

“Stop that,” you shouted

“Don’t do this.” he pleaded to realize you weren’t joking

You hadn’t intended to leave but his reaction and taking that choice away made you want to in spite

“I’ll do as I please.” you grabbed the bags back

“Come on baby, why are you leaving?” he asked trying to understand

“Because you told me too. I want someone who wants me,” you stated

“(y/n) are you kidding?” he laughed

“This isn’t some joke,” you shouted angered by his laughs

You started to smile a little falling victim to his demeanour

“No, no.” he collected himself. “I know this isn’t a joke.” he took your bags out of your hands and threw them onto the couch

“It’s just I care too much and you yell at me and then I back off and you yell at me.” he smiled

“I’m sorry.” you sighed out realizing what you had done

“Sorry, too I need to find the right balance.”

You both sat down on the couch and started the movie

Taehyung

( i had to do it to em)

“I’m leaving.”

You couldn’t remember why the two of you had started fighting and it was becoming unbearable

He rushed over to the door

“I swear on the lord that isn’t above Kim Taehyung if you don-” you were interrupted by him pressing you against his chest in an embrace shocked by the show of affection

“Come on, we can talk this out,” he whispered

“I don’t even know what we have to talk out anymore.” you sighed letting yourself relax into his arms

“I know, me either.” he sighed back

“Can we just forget this happened and go back to normal, I’m tired of all this endless bickering. It makes it hard to live here.” you let yourself breath “I don’t ever wanna go and I also can’t stay if we continue down this pat-”

“We won’t,” he reassured you still hugging you tightly

“Can we just go to bed in the same bed again?” you looked up

“We can do whatever you want.”

Jungkook

“What is this?”

You were holding your phone in the air while shouting across the office in your home

“What?” he shouted back

“This.” you were showing him a picture of leaked tour dates

“Oh,” he  looked down “Oh no,” he said a little more aggravated as he realized what they were

“Were you gonna tell me when they dropped or when you were on the plane?” you asked him your voice still a couple of octaves higher than normal

“Shish (Y/n) calm down,” he said going back to his work on the computer

“What do you mean calm down this is at least two more months.” you weren’t mad anymore but the reality hit you “You jus-,” your voice cracked “ just got back.”

You walked out of the office and into the kitchen pouring yourself a cup of water

“It’ll be fine. I’ve been away for longer.” he broke the silence while searching for snacks

“I don’t know,” you chugged some water

“What don’t you know?” he asked with no empathy

“I just can’t do this anymore.” you walked out of the kitchen and then the house with only your cards and phone

“What do you mean babe?” he walked out of the kitchen and realized you weren’t there

“(y/n) where are you?” he called out into the empty house

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” he screamed running to the window to see if your car was there

“What do I do?” you asked yourself driving down the highway

Suddenly you started sobbing and got the nearest exit

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!” you screamed pulled over in a back street

“What do I do” you cried

“I don’t know?” Jungkook pleaded into his phone

“I don’t know what to tell you man.” Namjoon sighed on the other end

“She just, she said she couldn’t do it.” he sobbed into his phone

“Calm down. It’ll be ok. Go after her call her and if she doesn’t pick up, call her friend or her mom or someone who would know.”

“Ok. That sounds like a step in the right direction.”

You were still crying in your car when your phone went off

You sobbed a little harder when you saw the caller id

“He doesn’t even care. It took him an hour to notice I was gone.” you cried

Ten rings later and you picked up your phone

“What Jungkook it’s not a good time.” you tried to compose yourself but your voice was hoarse

“  Baby, Thank you for picking up” he was sobbing “I was so worried.”

“Why are you sad? I’m the one being left behind.” you choked out

“Because I love you (y/n)” he responded, “I love you so much and I don’t know how to fix this but it doesn’t matter because if you’re gone there's no one to fix it for.”

“I don’t know if it can be.” you sobbed

“Just come home so we  can figure it out together.”

There was a long silence

“Ok,” you whispered turning the car back on

You drove home with him on the line and in silence both scared at how this would end and  whether you’d both make it to the other side

[breziarchive]

Happy Boogaloo Day! Had a request for Majimako: Majima runs into Makoto again at the worst possible time. Could be a serious situation like the middle of the Yakuza 4 drama or a funny one like right when he’s about to kick off a particularly bizarre Majima Everywhere encounter, but either way the timing for this could not be worse.

WORST POSSIBLE TIMING, YOU SAY

god my lesson is in twenty minutes LORD HAVE MERCY SPEEDRUN THIS SHIT

valentine’s day boogaloo - guidelines - ko-fi - majimako zine

~~

Shimano wanted the scamp, that’swhat Majima understood. Kidnapping was a bit on the more heinous sidefor his liking, but hey, wrap the girl into a nice little bow forShimano and Kiryu was bound to show up—leastways, that’s what hewanted. Boss said to do it so he’d have to do it, that didn’tmean he couldn’t have fun along the way. (Andif Haruka got accidentally returned, he didn’t give a shit, all hewanted was a damn good fight with the Dragon of Dojima.) Hetapped his trusty, pummeled baseball bat against his shoulder as thevan sped up and screeched to a halt in front of the batting center.Everything was going smoothly, that is to say, everything was goingabsolutely fucking chaotic in all the right ways.

“Oi! Oi!”he screeched, “Careful with the fuckin’ merchandise, what part ofunspoiled didn’t getthrough yer thick-ass heads?!”

His men weren’t quite gentle asthey wrenched the flailing girl from the backseat of the van, but asthey were dumb as bricks they didn’t flinch as her shoes slammedinto their chins. Though it was efficient, it was fairly bad form tohave such a public display of such a stereotypical kidnapping. Majimawhipped the bat down from his shoulder, striking down the spine ofone of his goons so he croaked and dropped the girl’s legs to thefloor.

“She’s a guest, so treat ‘erlike one, she can walk just fineon her own,” he pointed the bat at the girl’s pudgy cheek,lightly smudged with what looked like a fine blood spray. His eyegleamed, “Can’t ya, girly?”

She stared at him, unafraid of hisgaze, but was complicit all the same. Smart kid. Nowto just shepherd her along and wait for—

“Hey!”

Majima froze. What? Majima neverfroze! But something about thesharpness of that voice—or was it the tone, or just the sound of itall together—made him stop entirely and whip his head to the womanstanding far closer to the batting center than any right-mindedperson wanted to be. Seventeen years ago he left, fifteen years agohe had successfully started to forget her, ten years ago and she wasall but a memory that only came to him in dreams, and now she washere…

And so was everything else.

“What are you doing?” Makotostood her ground, “Where are you taking that girl and why?!”

His eye was a saucer on his face.What are you doing? Kidnapping.Gulp. Where are you taking that girl? Battingcenter. Y’know. Why? Uhh.Uhhh.

Shit. Now? Now, of all times?Of course he’d much rather it hadn’t happened at all, but why didit have to be here, in Kamurocho, during a job—during thiskind of job?! His heart droppedbetween his legs—Kiryu was coming, for sure. Kiryu,who had protected Makoto when Majima couldn’t, who had brought herbrother to her even though it was too late, who had rescued her moretimes than Majima had, yes. Yes, Makoto was the reason Majima took aliking to Kiryu, and if Makoto learned he was on his way thisshitshow would blow sky-high. His goons were barkingat her. He had to think fast.

Majima barreled past them andsnatched Makoto’s arm, yanking her by her elbow. She yelped and hewinced—barking orders back at his goons in as much of a shriek ashe could manage to disguise his voice. Pullingthe woman behind him, he followed the one carrying Haruka to the backof the batting center.

Thinkingfast didn’t always wind up with the best results, but at least theywere manageable ones. He hoped.

The men waiting for him jolted athis harried entrance. First the girl was dropped on the floor, thenMakoto, unceremonious and sloppy. Majima’s heart raced, seeing thetwo of them on the floor like that. Fortunately his men knew betterthan to ask questions as all questions were stupid questions withhim, but they shuffled uncertainly at their boss’s silence and theadded target. Makoto’s glare was sharp and hateful, piercingdirectly into his eye like she had never been blind in her life. Thegirl—Haruka, was it? Damn it, he didn’t want to refer to her byname—cautiously rolled over to Makoto and curled near her arm. Inturn, the woman pulled her under her arm, her fingers turning toclaws with the adrenaline in her veins. Majima had still saidnothing.

“B-Boss?” one of his men inchedforward, “B-Boss we only have enough rope for…one…,”

Majima swatted him on the back ofthe head in a flash, grumbling curses and swears as he took the ropefrom his men. Makoto watched his every move, holding Haruka closerand closer. The back of hisneck screamed, as ifit had been sunburned and slapped multiple times. He had alwaysimagined, at times fantasized, the end of his life being a dramaticmurder of sorts. Didn’t quite think it’d come at the hands ofher, though now he was certainly thinking about it.

He grabbed her shoulder to force herto be back-to-back with the girl but—damn her, damn her thebeautiful woman—she refused and wrenched from his hold.

“Don’t,” she snarled,“Don’t you daretouch us!”

He scoffed. Had a job to do, lady!He placed his hand on her again.

The whole room gasped in shock asthe sharp sting of a hard slap rangin everyone’s ears. Majima flinched as her nails dug in until hebled. Everything stopped.

Damn this beautiful woman.

Alright, well, bad on him, fine. Butthe clock was ticking, and as every head in the room fully expectedhim to unleash an unholy rain of blows on her he was franticallytrying to pull everything together before—

“Boss!”

Majima scowled and threw his headover his shoulder.

“Kiryu’s already on his way!”

Fuck!

He turned back to Makoto and wasimmediately caught by a look of shock slowly being overcome with anexpression he could only describe as she knew howfucked he was going to be. In the strongest moment of defiance in hisrecent memory, Makoto then held out her wrists to be tied as he likedthem. Her shoulders were high and straight, her lids low like she waslooking down on him from a throne. His scowl intensified as if hecould even remotely chew her out, but he only huffed and got to worktying her wrists to Haruka’s, back-to-back, tight enough to keepthem there but not so tight as to hurt them.

Briefly he wondered if she noticed.

Summoning his worst wail he could,he shouted at his men, “Ya heard ‘im! Get out there and warm himup!”

Like a swarm of scared but eagerinsects his henchmen clambered over each other to be out the door asfast as possible lest they faced the Mad Dog’s wrath in a closedroom. Grabbing his bat,Majima tapped it, tried to will her gaze away (as if he could everagain) and moved to follow his men until he noticed one standing nearthe door. He cocked his head and narrowed his eye, noticing that hewas staring at Makoto and Haruka.

“Ain’t fer nothin’, boss,”the henchman supplied, “But thanks fer the little extra sumtin’,”

Theheel of Majima’s palm moved in a flash, crushing into the man’sjaw so hard that the back of his head made a dent in the wall. Hecrumpled at his feet, and without looking back to see Makoto’sdiscretion he kicked the unconscious body out and shut the doorbehind him.

Right. Okay. That was a later Majimaproblem now.

He greeted Kiryu with about all thegrace he could ask to have—baseball to the head and all, beatinghis own dumbass goon to release some of that horrid energy andall—and promised to return the girl to Kiryu because fuckhim if he was gonna hand herover to Shimano now. It was going well, the blood pumping in hisveins was finally starting to serve him right as he readied to brawl,then, from behind the door, of course.

“Kiryu-san!”

Of course.

He had forgotten to gag them.

Kiryu’s head whipped just as hishad when met with a voice seventeen years past.

Of course.

Letting out a howl, Majima lungedand pulled Kiryu into a fray of bats, baseballs, and his own gleamingdagger.

Well. If anything, it was afantastic fight. The threat of two kidnapped girls drove Kiryu’spunches harder than if he was just toying with him in the street.Majima felt several of his bones creak and break, from the whine ofhis lower ribs to the blood spurting from his nose when faced with abaseball head on. Not to say that Kiryu got out unscathed, but it wasthe fight Majima had been looking for.

Infuriatingly, though, he couldn’tenjoy it like he wanted to. Notwith her on his panicked mind.

Hismen were haphazardly strewn on the floor when Kiryu landed the blowthat brought him to his knees. Sputtering,managing to laugh despite it all, Majima’s mouth loosened to saywhatever the fuck words he apparently wanted to say, all of whichKiryu didn’t want to hear.

All he wanted was the return ofHaruka—Haruka and whoever else Majima had kidnapped in cold blood.Idiot. Maybe Majima was hitting him a little to hard in the head, howcould Kiryu not immediatelytell who she was from her voice?

It didn’t matter. The doorunlatched and Makoto left, Haruka in hand. Majima turned his gazeaway.

“Kiryu-san!”

“M-Makimura-san…?” Kiryu askedin awe, “You’re…,”

Majima tried to shut them out.Makoto was still keeping them at a safe distance, a simultaneouslysmart and heart-wrenching move. Blinking back emotion even though hiseye felt dry and pained, he caught sight of movement just behindKiryu.

“Oh, hell no,” he breathed.

Such is life. Such is the Mad Dogleaping in front of Kiryu to save him from a knife in the gut. Hewatched the blood dribble and pool at his feet and heard Makotosaying something—something he couldn’t discern.

Then he passed out.

~~

Makoto watched as Kiryu pet Haruka’shair back as the girl clung to his leg. He seemed awkward and unusedto the gesture but just as genuine as she remembered him. Allof the gang controlled by the man with the one eye had piled out,limping and carrying their boss out to where ambulance lights soonlit up the street. It was for the better, she knew, and as far as shecould tell intervening had only caused her trouble instead of savedany of it—but then, she didn’t know. Could the one-eyed man havedone something truly awful to the girl if she wasn’t there to drawhis attention? She could guess he could’ve.

But would he have? The looks he hadgiven her were strange, like her mere presence had shaken him to hiscore. So did heremember her from way back when? He was a hard man to forget byappearance, so she hadn’t quite forgotten him, although to say shehad thought of him often would’ve been a lie. Tothink, her first time back in Kamurocho in many years and she raninto the same man doing the exact opposite of what he had doneseventeen years ago.

“Kiryu-san…,”she asked after the coast was clear and they decided to make theirway to some food to recover from the shock of the night, “Who wasthat man?”

“Majima?” Kiryu hummed darklyand shook his head, “I wish I could tell you. I wish Iknew, at this point. Whydo you ask?”

Makoto’s hand instinctively wentto the watch around her wrist for reasons she couldn’t entirelyunderstand in the noise and distractions of the city, “I think Imet him once, long ago.”

“Oh,” Kiryu groaned, “I’msorry.”

“No…,”Makoto shook her head, “I think…it was different, back then.”

Kiryu looked at the girl walkingnext to him. Makoto did too. To her it looked like Haruka wanted toreach out and take his hand, but whatever their relationship was itwasn’t to the level she was looking for, and the girl knew it.Twisting her mouth, Makoto took it upon herself and scooped thegirl’s hand up, smiling down at her to earn a smile back.

“Lot of things were different backthen,” Kiryu mused.

“I suppose…,” Makoto hummed,glancing up at the reaches of the Millennium Tower, “But underneathit all, it must still be the same, don’t you think?”

“Maybe.”

“Well, I’m here for theweekend,” Makoto smiled sweetly, breaking the ill tone and finallypulling Haruka into the conversation, “If you want me to watch overHaruka-chan, I can do that for you,”

Haruka brightened and nodded,looking to Kiryu, “Please? It’s lonely when I can’t go out bymyself,”

“Uhh, sure, but,” Kiryu frowned,“If Majima’s after her as well—,”

“Don’t worry about it,” Makotosmirked, holding Haruka’s hand a little tighter, “Something tellsme he already knows what he’s getting into if he comes back,”

“That so? I can never tell withhim,”

“Hmm,” Makoto thought, swingingHaruka’s hand as they walked, “It’s just a feeling, I guess.Maybe that’s all it is.”

Haruka had looked up at her,catching on to what Kiryu clearly did not as he replied.

“Maybe.”

[radramblog]

Album...blind listen? TLT- zero_one

Here’s how this happened.

Well, mama didn’t raise no coward. That’s a lie, she totally did, but that’s not the point.

I am not super familiar with TLT’s work outside of the songs that went super viral (the MLP/FNAF stuff was hard to escape for a bit), so while I know the general style they used to run by but that might not be relevant this many years later. Also its been long enough that I’ve forgotten what half of those songs sounded like and I’m sure not going back and defiling my pure ears for this livereact.

What’s the worst that could happen?

Ok not gonna lie the first few bars of the first song (What I Want) kinda brought everything back at once, so that’s probably a good sign. TLT learned how to use drums that aren’t just kick/snare, good for them. I’m liking where this main synth line is going, not huge on the vocals but I suspect that’s not really what we’re here for. I didn’t really see this bridge coming, but it feels a bit underwhelming from what I recall of their previous works- but of course it’s not fair to ask for them to stick to the same style for a whole decade. I’m feeling like, 7 or so for this- I think it’s good but not great.

Drunk, huh. I’m surprised a song like this didn’t come out a decade ago when LMFAO was big. That is not a compliment, by the way. Okay I wasn’t on board with this until about a minute and a half in- the whole thing falling apart a little as this fucker gets obscenely wasted is fun and it snapping back to business worked well imo. The bridge of this is just Feel Good Hit of the Summer by Queens of the Stone Age but drinks instead of illicit drugs. I kinda wish this song did more interesting things with the instrumental, but it’s fine. Maybe im just extra harsh because it’s relatable…..

Can’t Wait seems to be written about a particular character archetype in media that I just hate- oh and there comes the chorus, what the fuck is going on here? TLT you doing OK mate? I think they’re trying to write the Gen Z anthem here, and it doesn’t really do it for me personally…I’m not a big fan of the vocal style. The vocalist(s, though I wouldn’t doubt the chorus being the same person with modulation) are doing well, but it aint for me. I dunno.

Lazy feels like a more electronic version of a pop-punk anthem from the late 90s/early 00s. Like a Green Day or Blink 182 or something. Actually I think this might be a tribute to that era. If it is, then it’s doing a great job of it? I guarantee it’s not trying to be The Lazy Song by Bruno Mars, but that’s for the best, so. It definitely has that punky rock edge to it which I’m kind of a sucker for. A lot of these lyrics are distressingly relatable, and I’m wondering if asking me to look into this was a lowkey callout.

I feel like I’ve heard some variant of Sunburn a hundred times before. The kinda shit you hear on the radio all the time, where it’s just some pain-based metaphor for how this bloke feels about his relationship (or lack thereof), and the early-10s EDM inspiration (not old TLT specifically, more your poppy stuff) doesn’t help there. This song is the most frustrating thing on this album so far, because I feel like there’s nothing here for me. I might have been massively biased at the time, but I came out of the EDM apocalypse with one song I liked, and this isn’t it.

I just noticed the cover art for this album uses the same font as System Shock 2.

My immediate thought with Long Time Friends was that it kinda sounds like an angrier Neil Cicierega/Lemon Demon track, and that is the nicest thing I’ve said about anything on here so far. It’s got that jaunty energy he loves putting in his music, the particular kind of which you don’t get in enough tracks these days. …yeah listening to the latter half of this, TFT has 100% listened to Spirit Phone before. (I should talk about that album sometime, huh). I think this is my favourite track on here so far, it’s a lot of fun. Also, the lyrics are pretty good. Honestly the lyrics on this album have been like, a hair away from cringy, but they’re doing a pretty decent job of toeing that line.

The title track is up next, and the song called zero one sounding like this is extremely not a surprise. Man, I don’t think rapping is this bloke’s strong suit? I’ve heard worse, I guess. I do really like how this one’s developing with the instrumental so far- and the bit at 2:00 just happened. Eeeeeghgggh can we take this vocaloid back to the shop please. I feel like I’ve heard this voice effect on other songs before, and I’ve never really been a fan of it. Yo okay so the latter half of this has some polyrhythmic vocals, that’s sick, and doesn’t last as long as I’d like, dangit. Much as I’m a sucker for long songs, this feels like you could have shaved a full minute off of it and substantially improved it.

Holy shit I cannot stand what Animal is doing at the start there. Is that going to continue through the whole thing? Please stop, it’s so distracting. I feel like that’s this song’s “thing”, which is not a good sign. Because the rest of the track doesn’t seem especially interesting as I’m listening to it. I will say, this song (and a fair few of the other ones) do a thing I really like where there’s just no break between verses whatever, mans just keeps going with a half-step there to let you know what’s going on. I’m sure there’s a better way to phrase that, but I sure don’t know it.  Oh right, Animal. Ehhhhhhh that background thing completely ruined it for me, sorry.

Penultimately, it’s Fly Home. This is lower key than a lot of the rest of the album, I think, which is fine? Unfortunately this just feels like a filler track to me. You listen to enough albums, you can kinda tell which ones are filler-ier than others- SOAD’s Toxicity has like 3 or 4, and that’s easily one of the best metal albums of all time. I really, genuinely have very little to say about this song, fam. The tone of the lyrics feels almost completely different to the rest of it- this would make sense at the end, as the light at the end of the tunnel, but it wasn’t really built up to (surely Animal wasn’t trying to do that) and there’s another song here.

Speaking of, Chosen. The final track. This wasn’t doing it for me until like a minute in, where all the instrumentation kicks in- that sort of cut back style works better imo closer to the end of the track, not the start. The instrumentation here is just kinda sick, though? Like it keeps on surprising me in little ways I can appreciate. Combined with the vocals it kinda sounds like a 80s prog-adjacent rock opera kinda thing. I’m thinking of Styx, I think, but I’m not super familiar with other things from that style. It does remind a lot of throwback acts like the Protomen. …shit the tracks over. I mean that was a good note to end on!

Uhhh so overall huh. I think this album is pretty solid, some ups and downs, I wouldn’t call it a standout. But at the same time, I guess the album isn’t really for me, so that I’m not as high on it as others might be isn’t a huge surprise. I’m unlikely to come back to it for another full listen, but there’s stuff I did really enjoy- Long Time Friends and Chosen are both really solid, and I think I’d need to get another go at Drunk tbh. On the other hand, there’s some dregs- fuck Animals, didn’t like Sunburn. I dunno. Probably like a 6.5-7 out of 10? But I don’t usually rate things on scales, so take that with a grain of salt.

I hope you enjoyed the bonus music update. Next album review is probably gonna be on Tuesday, don’t know what yet.

[atlasoftripp]

I saw your response to my ask for asy and I wanted to say thanks for the info!! if it's okay to ask you, I was also considering just having her being forced to keep her hands in fire for x amount of time bc of creepy worldbuilding reasons but I'm not sure if maybe straight up fire would be too severe? my main concern is since the character suffers the burns over an extended period of time (abt 2 years) how it would affect her day to day life, like the use of her hands, random pain, etc.?

directly in fire is definitely gonna be in like...2nd and 3rd degree category. like, a lighter has a hot enough flame despite being tiny and rather controlled that approx 15 to 30 seconds in direct contact would be a burn resulting in a thick scab that would take about 2 to 3 weeks to heal and even then leave like...decent scarring that feels “thick” and “deep” like the scar is a ball of tissue extending into the dermis 

during that time...those scabs “flare up” where they sometimes feel randomly hot. like youre washing your hands in too hot of water. it aches and dully throbs. but cold sucks too. basically the wounds are incredibly vulnerable to changes in temp. theres no protection. little bumps like slamming your hands on the table cuz youre frustrated but you forgot would be like a sudden hot agony. like you were burning them all over again. thats a thing i would mention. burns are weird. cuz ive had surgery for like a torn tendon. and post surgery it hurts to move the cut open area, but its more like an echo of pain. you can feel it hurting less and less. but with my burns down my arms (they’re pretty extensive) when they were healing bumping them wasnt like..an echo of pain, it was the real thing all over. it was like they were just happening. now that could have a psychological element. you dont remember surgery, so you dont really have a gauge for the initial pain. but with accident or,,,more sinister ways of acquiring burns, you’ll know the initial agony....

uhhh getting back to what you asked. how it feels to live with it. uhhh lets see. what people dont know. is even about 10 years after the initial...incident...that burned up my arms...i have to be careful with the “healed” skin. they left thick sections of scars that are...a deep purple pink for me (and im asian so i have a bit of a darker undertone to my skin) that i believe are called “keloids” and in winter i have to oil them. which sounds weird. but they “pull away” from my regular skin sometime leaving like...cracks and bleedy spots. and in summer if they sunburn it hurts so bad. basically even 10yrs healed...its not very healed..

its like i have seams everywhere...and if i do too much it’ll all tear apart again. sometimes stretching hurts cuz keloids dont stretch much. and man, on hot days. they flare up. like sticking it under too hot shower water. the nerve endings are all blaring a pain alarm and everything throbs. for the hands. full extension of the fingers can be hard if thats where youre putting the burns, cuz like.realistically. a lot of shrinkage happened during healing and again its like..pulling on those seams. it can tear and bleed and hurt. that person will develop over time a pretty serious ritual for care...or they’ll end up with very little fine motor function.  its like...you gotta convince the keloid skin to be...regular skin

i get a lot of random pain. mostly a weird phantom heat, or like a pins and needles thing. keloids hurt when they build up in your skin too, because there is not as much elasticity in the skin everything kinda fulls tight and pulling and like nothing is connected right. i also have a lot of nerve damage. which. you would think means it doesnt hurt as much...but instead means sometimes your nerves are going haywire and perceiving pain when there is none. it feels like a more intense kind of pins and needles then when your leg falls asleep...

massage is a must if fine motor skills are gonna be kept. it helps...somehow...convince the thick keloid skin to like...i dunno settle down and be normal a bit and stretch and be a little more integrated. 

but while it feels like the nerves are super sensitive...its also somehow the opposite. i get these phantomy pins and needles..but ive also had someone timidly tap my shoulder where a thick section of healed burn was...and i didnt feel it at all. so i guess...depending on how bad the burn is tactile perception may be gone. i tend to drop stuff im holding in my left hand a lot cuz i dont really perceive the tactile sensation of being in contact with the object im holding. i just hold stuff my muscle memory or something i guess...i dunno theres a bit of a disconnect there

uh lets see...what else? i dunno. feel free to ask more questions i just kinda rambled

edit: im realizing theres a lot more info i can give about this. like. the way they heal? sometimes the area is too large, so it CANT scab all the way. and you end up with like scabbing as you know it in a ring around the edge. and then the center is just...raw and open still. like. this kinda info can get gross 

[doetoes-blog]

8/5/2017

i went off on the stable owner's stepson today because i asked if he wanted to muck stalls while i turned out and filled water buckets and he was like "sure!" so, like, it was reasonable for me to think he would actually do it, right? idek what he thought he was doing, but there was so much pee in some stalls after he was done that i physically couldn't breathe in them and i definitely couldn't put a horse in there in good conscience. there were still piles of poop that had just been scattered a bit left in every stall. did he just play with the poop or something??? i don't know. so i asked him nicely to go back and clean the stalls properly FOUR TIMES and he just? sat there? on his phone? before i went to the owner like "hey he said he was going to do this and it's not done and i'm really mad" and EVENTUALLY he went back and cleaned one stall? but like i still had to go back over all of the other stalls and tbh i showed my butt and i was like "NO ITS FINE YOU DONT HAVE TO DO ANYTHING WE CAN DEEEEFINITELY PUT LIVING, BREATHING CREATURES IN THESE STALLS, YEP, THEYRE PRISTINE!!" meanwhile shoveling poo like a wild woman. and omg GET THIS, then he said "i didn't know there was a rule that the stalls had to be clean." WHAT??? YOU DIDNT KNOW THAT WHEN YOU MUCK A STALL THE POINT IS TO CLEAN IT? WHAT DO YOU THINK THE POINT IS? SNIFF THE POOP FOR THREE MINUTES AND YOURE DONE? ROLL IN A PUDDLE OF PEE THEN GO HOME? THROW WET SHAVINGS IN THE AIR AND TRY TO CATCH THEM WITH YOUR MOUTH? WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU DOING IN THERE???? WHAT 👏🏻 DO 👏🏻 YOU 👏🏻 THINK 👏🏻 MUCKING 👏🏻 STALLS 👏🏻 MEANS 👏🏻 aaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHH and i cried in the tack room because i rarely ever get angry and i can't handle it but no one noticed and the owner was like "sarah please come sit down you need to rest" bless her heart i think because my face was red and i was pouring sweat and i had already done all of the rest of the morning chores she thought i was going to pass out or something lol. i was just. ugh. and i bet everyone hates me now. but like why would you said you're going to do something if you're not going to do it??? i'd rather him have been like "nope i'm not gonna do it because i'm a lazy little brat" then halfass it. this is the same kid that this morning i had to """teach""" how to brush horses when he's been working out there since like january? and he said he """didn't know how""" to pick feet so i was like "come here and i'll show you on this horse" (pointing to the most bombproof, dead broke horse out there who probably wouldn't even kick a fly, so he had no reason to be scared) and he was like "uhh no thanks i'm good" ????? so i guess i should have known that he's just lazy. luckily he only comes out on weekends so i won't have to deal with him mostly but from now on i'm just not going to expect him to do anything and always expect to have to go after him to get things done. then later the owner's daughter yelled at me (like not in an angry way, she just thinks it's okay to yell at people for some reason... like omg if i had spoken to my mother the way she speaks to hers omg) because i needed help moving abraham's saddle up because it's really heavy and she just? slid it up? and so i was like "uhh that'll mess up his hair and he'll have a saddle sore" and she screamed "ITS FINE HIS HAIR IS FINE OH MY GOD" ughhh. i just keep telling myself that she's just a kid who thinks it's okay to yell all the time and she didn't mean anything by it. but yeah his hair was messed up and she fussed at me for tryingh to fix it ughhhhhhhh. but whatever. i know i'm just overly sensitive but it still hurt y'know. and i guess i need to keep that in mind with the boy too, he's just a dumb kid with no work ethic and he doesn't want to be out there but his parents make him so it's not really his fault he's shitty. like i'm out there because i want to be so it's way easier for me to work hard i guess than it is for him. i do feel bad for loosing my temper, moreso because i know i'm better than that than i feel bad for him because he calls everything a f****t and was bragging about sharing his ex girlfriend's nudes around the school because she's "ugly" so i honestly wouldn't have cared if he cried like a little pissbaby. but i hold myself to a higher standard than how i acted today. idk. but now im scared everyone hates me but i don't think that's rooted in reality because after everything died down everyone was nice to me again. idk. but anyway! i had a good day even though i got a sunburn on my nose. i rode abraham on two trail rides and found out he doesn't care for carrots... which sucks because i bought a huge bag. and i want to train him to come to the stall door dangit!! but i also found out that he knows "woah" a lot better than i expected, so today i didn't need anyone to hold him while i mounted and dismounted. yay, progress.

[sorcieresque]

naisy gossip from the past couple of days on: ai’s shapeshifting and the legitimacy thereof, the shape of daisy’s head, trans troubles, daisy being offended by her implied sluttiness, a detour to dick jokes,  a detour from dick jokes to feelings jamming, a detour about ines’s annoyingness factor, lesbian island and clea

nickatnightwalker brief interjection: you doing okay with tweedle drunk and tweedle drunker over there?

sorcieresque Are you.

nickatnightwalker well, ive been completely cured of the siren charm probably forever

sorcieresque Good. He's not that cute either way. Tyler's a mess. It's embarrassing.

nickatnightwalker it's amazing how fast my interest in either of them dropped.  like watching a rock plummet off the empire state building and then kill some passers by

nickatnightwalker anyway me and damian are going for a walk until their blood alcohol levels drop below .6. wanna come

sorcieresque I take a low res picture, fry it, and caption the rock in comic sans: My interest, the passers-by Tyler's chances of getting laid, the empire state building is captioned God. I'm not going to third wheel you. I’ll have you know I have better social skills than that.

nickatnightwalker this is an escape run daise take it or leave it

sorcieresque Fine. This doppelganger fiasco is getting boring either way.

nickatnightwalker shes not real good is she

sorcieresque No. Having a 3D mirror was fun for all about twenty minutes, which makes for better bragging rights than most people have ever had. She should be proud.

nickatnightwalker now do you get what i mean about your head being weird shaped

sorcieresque Fuck you. My head is perfectly round.

nickatnightwalker round ish

sorcieresque Your face is round-ish.

nickatnightwalker no it's not my jawline is the only good thing my dad ever gave me and you cant erase that fact

sorcieresque I could if I wanted to. Take back that my head is weird-shaped.

nickatnightwalker you cant change my face

sorcieresque I can and I shall.

nickatnightwalker cant and shant

sorcieresque Take it back.

nickatnightwalker you must have seen it though

sorcieresque I was too busy being mesmerized by the acute angles of my cheekbones.

nickatnightwalker huh you really missed an opportunity there then

sorcieresque Let a shapeshifter pour themselves into an unholy you-shaped mold and then you shall throw stones.

nickatnightwalker absolutely not hey do you think ai could even turn into me she doesnt really know what i look like

sorcieresque What do you mean.

nickatnightwalker i mean it's not like ive stripped and tap danced through the quad shes gonna get shit wrong

sorcieresque Right. I assumed that was left to her vague interpretation. It's not like she knows what the hot goods look like beneath my skirts.

nickatnightwalker kind of unsettling maybe everythings just barbie and ken under there when she turns into us

sorcieresque On a scale of one to very, how rude would it be to ask her to take her clothes off.

nickatnightwalker for you i think she would happily

sorcieresque I know. It's charming. My intentions are only pure and scientific.

nickatnightwalker that part she might not love

sorcieresque That sounds like a her-problem.

nickatnightwalker itll be a you problem if she says no

sorcieresque What if she knows how to mold us to a T.

nickatnightwalker how could she possibly

sorcieresque Magic? (Finger waving, etc.)

nickatnightwalker no, she has to know what somethign looks like to be it theres no way shes gotta just be vague nothing underneath

sorcieresque Then what's the big deal. Don't be a pussy.

nickatnightwalker well excuse me for being reluctant if the odds arent 100% against her finding out ive GOT one

sorcieresque What, did you forget you're not the only one in the world? She didn't seem to know about me.

nickatnightwalker theres a lot less to guess on with you daise

nickatnightwalker no offense but im pretty sure everyone heres seen you shirtless or close enough to to make a good approximately of nearly everything going on up there

nickatnightwalker and most of us have seen your ass too

sorcieresque That's an exaggeration, but you're welcome. There is not "less" going on with me, just different issues in the downstairs department.

nickatnightwalker no, not less, just less that people dont know about it's the public semi-nudity daise

sorcieresque You make it sound a lot worse than it is.

sorcieresque You'd think after all these years you wouldn't be so scandalized of my alleged indecency.

nickatnightwalker oh no im not but everyone else isnt hardened to it yet

sorcieresque Haha. Hardened.

nickatnightwalker i dont get it can you explain?

sorcieresque Penis Havers + Sight of Skin = Profit.

nickatnightwalker hm. yknow ive always managed it without the sight of skin part?

sorcieresque Ooh, Mr. Nick, ooh.

sorcieresque The mere sight of your melaninless face sends every phallus in a two mile radius from solid to mega solid.

nickatnightwalker you joke and yet

sorcieresque Deepthroating a banana is cheating.

nickatnightwalker no it is NOT besides thats just how i eat them

sorcieresque Perhaps you and Ines are much more similar than you'd like to believe.

nickatnightwalker please, as if she could eat a banana like i can

sorcieresque She can unhinge her jaw, Nick.

nickatnightwalker you got me there but that really seems like a sacrifice in terms of pressure and suction

sorcieresque I suddenly don't care about this.

nickatnightwalker some principles are universal daisy

sorcieresque I hardly see how unhinging your jaw would aid one outside of pleasing the mighty sword of Venus, oh Great Kahuna of Oral Sex.

nickatnightwalker itd kinda be win some lose some just because youd get greater range of motion but lose a lot of use of your lips

sorcieresque Not that this conversation isn't dripping mystery and pulsing with excitement, but are you okay.

nickatnightwalker what oh yeah he just asked if i like being human

nickatnightwalker like...idk man do i like that ive been consigned to a particularly fragile and ill-fitting meat suit? sure i guess, since the alternative was not existing at all shout out to my dads poor planning aaaaaaaay

sorcieresque Aaaay! Asking you that must count as a micro-aggression around here.

nickatnightwalker oh fuck if i know everything is a micro-aggression around here asking somebody their favorite food is a micro-aggression around here "hey whats your favorite color" "do you not know how PERSONAL colors are to me once a color murdered my entire family and now im forced to brood silently yet threateningly whenever i see it"

sorcieresque Does he like *not* being human? Respond in 2000-5000 words MLA format on your desk by tomorrow.

nickatnightwalker as a matter of fact thats exactly what i just told him

sorcieresque Twinsies.

nickatnightwalker i bet we could start telling people that tomorrow and theyd swallow it hook line and sinker

sorcieresque On that note, has Damian grown out of his sisterwife kink yet?

nickatnightwalker while i dont know what his personal feelings are on it knocking that joke out of the repertoire was part of the motherfucking bargain in exchange for letting him talk to me after hurricane daniel

sorcieresque You've always been good at haggling.

nickatnightwalker thank you you know i really, really debated putting an allowance in there for a while?

sorcieresque Ha! Perhaps not quite so good, then.

nickatnightwalker that was a trade off for my own self respect daisy

sorcieresque I suppose some of you /humans/ have that.

nickatnightwalker oh god dont even go there or i'll vanish your hair too

sorcieresque Someone's touchy.

nickatnightwalker shes just about as annoying as an asscrack full of sand

sorcieresque An asscrack full of sand and sticky hands from a rapidly melting Popsicle?

nickatnightwalker with sand glued onto your arms and legs with too-thick sunscreen scratching gently but persistently at your sunburn

sorcieresque And your sunglasses are smudged.

nickatnightwalker and your towel is too sandy to clean them on

sorcieresque And there's Sandflies.

nickatnightwalker when you shower youre gonna find dried seaweed down your bathing suit thats been there for hours

sorcieresque Like lovingly cradling Satan against your crotch. Anyway.

nickatnightwalker anyway shes real fuckin annoying

sorcieresque She's not so bad. I would have stopped around the sunglasses.

nickatnightwalker you havent seen her raging superiority complex up close and personal

sorcieresque I've seen her raging Mine Song complex.

nickatnightwalker that is one can of lesbian worms i am not gonna go anywhere the fuck near

nickatnightwalker im gonna just stay over here in my lane and not get in anywhere near anything the amazon warriors have claimed, up to and including the entire proteus dorm

sorcieresque What about /my/ problems, Nick.

nickatnightwalker cleas gotta come out, im not goin in

nickatnightwalker i dunno if you wanna take on the sapphic equivalent of the mongol horde  that's your bad choice not mine

sorcieresque Well mark my death as "mysterious" on my Wikipedia page and call me sexy Genghis Khan, I'm ready.

nickatnightwalker is there anything really worth conquering over there anyway

sorcieresque Yes.

nickatnightwalker name names bitch!

sorcieresque What is this, a middle school sleepover?

nickatnightwalker yep

nickatnightwalker ive got the popcorn in the microwave now spill

sorcieresque You're subscribed to the Daily Daisy, I was under the impression that you would have an idea. Unless it's tagged Nick don't look, in which case you do not, because we respect each other's privacy.

nickatnightwalker of course i dont but i have YET to see a name drop

sorcieresque Are you asking me if there is a lucky military strategist I would particularly like to conquer?

nickatnightwalker yes imagine some clapping emojisfor me

sorcieresque You're very insistent.

nickatnightwalker well yeah

nickatnightwalker course i wanna hear whats up

sorcieresque Oh.

sorcieresque Well, no single tactician has caught my eye just yet, but I find some of the army members, how do you say, cute. Ines among them.

sorcieresque You love to joke about it, but I don't actually find Tyler's game plans all that exciting. Val's too annoying and Gabriela too dumb to strive beyond eye candy. I've caught glimpses of Clea, you know.

nickatnightwalker thats vague and intriguing keep going

sorcieresque That's all there is to say.

sorcieresque Sometimes they are there, and then they are back to being a walking kaleidoscope on steroids. I think they're cute.

nickatnightwalker they sent me a picture of them before yknow, before why can you see them?

sorcieresque I don't know. And oh. How very juicy of them.

nickatnightwalker dyou want it

sorcieresque Absolutely I do.

nickatnightwalker [it's an incredibly middle-school mirror selfie]

sorcieresque I see. Thank you for your candor.

nickatnightwalker youre welcome you and clea all straightened out? after what they said and everything i know they apologized but still

sorcieresque I made them clamber up the vine and hang from my window. It was very romantic.

nickatnightwalker oh thats so smooth im impressed of you i mean since you told them what to do

sorcieresque And isn't that a most excellent quality in a person.

nickatnightwalker obedience? generally speaking a better quality in a housepet than a person but cleas got other perks

sorcieresque Yes? And what would those be.

nickatnightwalker a fourth dimension australian accent

sorcieresque The compulsive chivalry grew on me.

nickatnightwalker it really is compulsive i swear they keep trying to stop

sorcieresque Interesting.

sorcieresque I could've sworn that was supposed to be their shtick.

nickatnightwalker i thought their shtick was quirky 90s friend

sorcieresque They contain multitudes. That's why they look like that.

nickatnightwalker well shit youre not wrong there i feel threatened by their only-sane-man and rational-human motifs though that's really kinda my thing

sorcieresque Your shtick is far more interesting than being a "rational" person.

nickatnightwalker thank you i do try to work that in though at least sometimes

sorcieresque Do you think it brings an eclectic factor to the jittery je ne sais quoi of your attractiveness?

nickatnightwalker absolutely i do i think it emphasizes that my jitteriness is not unfounded

sorcieresque Wow, you're even internally consistent.

nickatnightwalker oh yeah definitely what you see is what you get with me

sorcieresque Whatever happened to the mystery!

nickatnightwalker new school new me

sorcieresque Your transparency of character disgusts me.

nickatnightwalker oh man daise it disgusts me too

[fallen029]

Parenthood: Beach Retreat.2

"Boy?"

"Hmmm?"

"When you said we were going to the beach," Makarov grumbled, "I didn't think you meant a private one!"

"It's connected to the property," Laxus said simply as everyone else ran ahead of them, out the backdoor, off the huge deck back there, and down to the beach only a hundred or so yards away. "You could see it from the house. What? Did you want to go somewhere with a bunch of other people?"

Makarov just stared up at him. "Why exactly did you think I was going to the beach? I could have stayed home to see all these women. What good are they going to do me?"

At the moment, none. Evergreen, almost immediately, was setting out on getting a tan as Lisanna and Mirajane, both very fair skinned and therefore knowing the dangers of a day at the beach, slathered all three of the little boys in sunscreen.

Nothing fun for Makarov at all.

"Mommy, hurry!" Nathan either. "I don't need this!"

"Yes, you do."

"No."

"Behave, brat," Laxus grumbled as he left Makarov to himself and rushed down to where they were standing. "'fore I spank ya."

Mace was standing perfectly still for his Aunt Lisanna, though his eyes were trained over on the ocean. "Just take it, Nate," he said. "Then we can go play."

"Bickslow," Lisanna called out when, finally, she and her sister let the older boys go and Mirajane got to work on getting Pike coated in the stuff. "Come here. Let me put sunscreen on you."

The man, at the moment, was scouring the beach for crabs and did not have time for such foolery.

"No."

"Bickslow-"

"I don't need it."

"I'm not peeling your sunburn again for you," she warned. "So get over here."

"I don't wanna!"

"Bickslow, just go," Freed huffed as he went to sit with Evergreen. "You're being childish."

"Why," Ever asked as she settled into a lounge chair she'd had Elfman lug out there, "could you not put on your own sunscreen?"

"Because," he whispered to them as he passed, "then I wouldn't get Lissy to rub all over my body. I just gotta resist a little and then, bam! She not only does the tedious task for me, I also get a rubdown beforehand."

"Just remember there are children around," Freed sighed as Ever made a face.

Laxus though was far more concerned with getting Mira all lathered up though.

"You need me to put some sun tan lotion or something on you, demon?" he asked, trying to keep his tone suggestive. It was hard, considering they were in the presence of their three year old who, at the moment, was staring anxiously over at the water, fearing for his life.

"What, Lax?" Mira hardly glanced up at him from where she was on the ground, on her knees, trying to get Pike beach ready. "Did you say something?"

Frowning, he only took to looking at the boy as well. "Nothin'. Just… Hey. Pike. This is your first time to the beach, huh? You want me to go take you down to the water? Or Mommy?"

At her name (or at least what he called her), the toddler looked back at his mother. She was dressed in a bikini and it reminded him of the few times he'd gone to the pool up at the guild. Mirajane usually told him he was too little for it. Once though, his Aunt Ever and Uncle Elf had gotten a little plastic pool in their backyard for him and the other two boys to play in. That was ruined though by the doggy deciding for whatever reason that it was his pool and that he was going to go lay down in it and get it all dirty and nasty.

The thought alone made the boy glance around for the dog, placing him out on the beach, chasing around Bickslow's babies as they cried for help, their father and mother far too interested in rubbing one another with lotion to care.

"Mommy," Pike finally said to which Laxus grunted before trying to walk off.

"Wait, Lax," Mira was quick to call as she finished up with Pike and got to her feet. "You can go with us, huh? Here, carry the beach bag down to the sand and set out some towels. Okay? And here, Pike, you want me to carry you?"

When he held out his arms, his mommy easily lifted him into them, snuggling him while she was at it. He just tried to burrow his head in her chest and hide though.

"Pike," Mira complained though Laxus only snickered.

"Boy's got the right idea."

"Beheave," she huffed. "And did anyone explain the rules to Mace and Nathan?"

"Yes," Laxus growled. "I think you did. Remember? Oh, a thousand times?"

"I just," Mirajane said as she watched where they were out in the water with Elfman, who was just as excitedly playing with them, "know how fast things can go wrong."

"Mira, we're all here. They're fine."

"And that's fine," she insisted. "But they're not allowed to get in the water without one of us. That's not a stupid rule, Laxus."

"I didn't say it was. Just…unnecessary."

"Do I need to go over how many drowning happen a year?"

"Ugh. No. I don't care anyways. They won't drown."

"No one thinks their kid will." Then she paused. "I mean, unless they're trying to drown them or-"

"Demon, I get it, alright? You made a rule and I'm gonna make them follow it. Alright?"

Pike had no problem with that rule. None at all. Leaving his head pressed against his mother's chest, he left his arms clinging to her, fearful as, once they had the towels set out, she and his daddy walked him over to where the water was just barely breaching the surface of the sand.

"Here, baby, let go," Mirajane said, bending down then to set him back down on the ground. He wouldn't though.

"Mommy-"

"Mira, if he don't like it-"

"Shush, Lax." She only got back down on her knees again with the boy, gently removing his arms from around her. "There. You're okay. Look down, Pike. No, not at me. At the ground. See? Look, baby. It's just water."

Laxus watched as the boy, tentatively, reached down to pat at the wet stand. When the water came rushing back towards land, only the white foam leftover got to where they were standing.

It was still to much for Pike, the toddler jerking his hand back in surprise. Mirajane just giggled though.

"Buddy, it's just water," Laxus said before slowly walking further out into it. "See? Come on. You can come to me."

It felt weird beneath his feet. The whole thing did. Pike wasn't sure if he liked it. The sand then the wet sand and now water?

"Go to Daddy," Mira said, pushing him gently. Pike glanced at her before, very carefully, making the short trek (it honestly was only a foot or two), over to the man.

Then the water had to come in, scare him, and make the toddler fall down crying.

It was just all too much! He wanted to go home to his own bed with his own blankies where no stupid beach could ever hurt him!

"Pike's such a baby," Nathan complained from over where he and his cousin were taking turns splashing the other boy's father from all angles.

"Real men know how to cry!" Elfman assured him. "And stop splashing me!"

"Awe, poor Pike," Lisanna said from over where she and Bickslow were trying to chase down the dog and get him to stop bothering the babies (honestly, he was about out of breath anyways). "Look, Bicks."

"I can hear 'im," he assured her. "And I'll worry about him when the damn mutt leaves my own babies alone!"

"Papa," they all cried. "Papa."

Pike though was crying for the exact opposite. He just wanted his mother to take him home.

When would they be going back there? That was a good place. A safe place. Where craziness like water and sand surrounding you just didn't happen! What was wrong with just staying in safe places where sanity ruled the day and freaking water was just allowed to roam free?

Huh?

"What's wrong then, boy?" Makarov was over to them then, coming to stare down at his grandson. Mirajane had only taken him back to the beach towel to sit down and take a break from the ocean for a bit. "Hmmm?"

"He's afraid of the water, Master," Mirajane said, glancing up at the man. "Pike's not really big on things he doesn't understand."

Laxus sighed as he dug through that bag that Mirajane had brought out there, pulling out a plastic shovel and a pail.

"Here you go, buddy," he said, moving to hand him the bucket and shovel. "You just play up here, huh? In the sand? You wanna do that? Then, if you get ready again, Daddy will take you out into the water. Okay?"

Pike only sniffled. "Sand?"

"Mmmhmm." Mirajane gently pried him off her before setting him down next to the towel. "Here. You can just play with sand. Daddy, will you build sandcastles with him?"

"I gotta get a beer first."

"Laxus." That got him a glare for some reason. Ugh.

"I will play with you, Pike," the boy's great-grandfather assured as, with what seemed like a lot of pain, he managed to sit down in the sand. Laxus made a face before heading back up to the house to get him a foldout chair as well as go fill the cooler with some drinks for the kids and some beers for him (maybe the others too). How had they forgotten that?

"Ugh," Ever, clad in a green bikini, groaned from where she was trying to tan, sunglasses replacing her usual ones. "Why did we bring children again? If they're not crying they're laughing far too loudly."

"Hmmm." Freed only hummed, sitting there in the sand, watching Elfman play with the boys in disinterest. "Had you not all insisted on popping them out, we wouldn't have that problem."

Meh. He had a point.

"You know, Lissy," Bickslow said as, once they finally got all the babies rounded up and the dog went off somewhere to catch his breath (and hopefully not die) the two went back to looking for those crabs he was searching for before. "This place has me thinking."

"About?"

"Mystery. Intrigue. Deception."

"You read the back of one of those books in the study, didn't you?"

He nodded. "It's got me to realize that I need to read more. You know that I couldn't even figure out some of those words in that summery?"

"Why doesn't that surprise me?"

Laxus was back then, lugging the ice chest along behind him.

"You know," he said as he watched Pike slowly fill up the bucket. "I think I need to take the second pail and get some water. You need a bit of it to make good sandcastles."

Mirajane was laying out then, on her towel, and only said, "Hand me my sunglasses, dragon. Out of the bag."

Oh, he did. And, since her eyes were closed, he also bopped his grandfather in the head when he saw his gaze linger a bit too long on his demon.

Damn Gramps.

Eventually, Nate and Mace grew bored of the ocean (sorta) and came over to Laxus and Mirajane for drinks and their turn with the bucket and shovel.

"I think I brought some more," Mira told them as Laxus only frowned at them. "Have whoever's driest to go inside with you and get them. I think your mom, Mace, is-"

"Not moving," she sang from over where she was. "So don't ask me anything!"

"Then, Lax, go get them. I think they're in the kitchen with the other stuff I bought at the store."

"Why do I always gotta go get shit?" he grumbled once he was far enough away that his demon didn't overhear. "Huh?"

Nate only plopped down, juice box in hand, watching as Pike would, continually, fill up the bucket before dumping it out and starting again.

"Mommy, he's not playing right."

"Let him play however he wants, Nate," she sighed as she shut her eyes again. "Daddy's getting you your own bucket to play with."

"Everyone plays differently, boy," Makarov told him though Nate just didn't believe that.

"Hey. Pssst." Bickslow, from not far off, was gesturing to the boys. "C'mere for a second. You two."

Lisanna was off at that point, with her brother and Bickslow's dolls, sitting where the water came in, talking, which left the seith up to his dastardly deeds.

And also in need of a partner in crime.

Err, partners, as it were.

After explaining the situation to the two little boys, they giggled, nodding their blonde and brown heads in agreement, before setting off to do as asked of them.

"Hi, Mommy."

"Hi, Aunt Ever."

Freed was gone off somewhere when they got over to the woman and she only stared at them wearily from behind her sunglasses.

"Ask your father for whatever you want, Mace," she told him simply. "Or someone else. I'm busy."

She usually was.

"No, Aunt Ever," Nate insisted. "We want you."

"Want me for what?" she asked with a frown.

"Just to tell you that we love you," Mace told her with a grin. "Because we do."

Nathan nodded. "A lot."

"A whole lot."

"A big lot!"

"Mace, that's not a word."

"Big is a word."

"Yeah, but it don't go with-"

"Yes, it does."

"No, it doesn't."

"Yes, it does."

"No."

"Yes."

"No, it doesn't!"

"Yes, it does!"

Ever only blinked, eyes still on them, before slowly laying back down. Shutting her eyes once more, she didn't even glance behind her, didn't even have to, as she said, "Bickslow, if you drop that damn crab on me, I'll turn you, your girlfriend, and everyone else to stone just for good measure."

"Awe, Ever. How'd you know I was-"

"And don't bother me anymore, boys," she warned before throwing down her usual threat. "Unless you wanna become statues, that is."

Dejected, they only watched as Bickslow, who was holding the crab by a claw, made a wrong move with it and ended up with his finger in its pinchers. That made the whole thing worth it for them as the seith ran around then, howling in pain.

Laxus was glad he got back just in time to see that. It really was something worth seeing.

"That," he told Mirajane as he came over to her, a stack of plastic buckets with shovels in the top of one held in his hands, "made this whole dang trip worth it."

"Mmmm," she sighed as she sat up and removed her sunglasses, just to watch as Elfman and Lisanna tried to help Bickslow calm down and get the thing off him. "Still waiting on my moment."

"Daddy!" Nate and Mace were back then, the former holding out his arms. "All for me?"

"Yep." He handed over the buckets to them. "So you two leave Pike alone, alright?"

"Okay," Mace said as Nate nodded. Now that they had their own stuff to play with, they had no need for the toddler. Freed, who had gone off to walk down the beach some and look around, had come rushing back at the sound of the seith's yelling. When he saw what was wrong, he only rolled his eyes before heading over to where the Master and Mira were, getting there about the same time Laxus was sending the older two boys off to play.

"Ah," he said as the sight of them with their buckets and pails. "I take it you heard then?"

"Heard what?" Nate asked, glancing up at him as the boy's father just went to take a seat next to his demon. "Freed?"

Grinning down at them, if only slightly, he said, "About the treasure, of course."

"Treasure?" Mace shook his head. "What treasure?"

"Surely you know," the letter mage insisted. "About the pirate ship that crashed here? And the captain that, in his final moments, buried his treasure somewhere on this beach? I took it that was why you had buckets and shovels."

Nate blinked. Then he took off running.

"Come on, Mace. Start digging!"

"Great," Mirajane remarked as Freed joined them, slowly lowering her sunglasses over her eyes. "That'll keep them busy for hours."

"Or keep them up all night when I tell them about how the pirate's ghost is gonna get 'em tonight for messin' with his stuff," Laxus offered.

"Considering you're not doing that," Mira ordered as she laid back down, "I don't think we have to worry about it."

Nodding over at Bickslow, Freed asked, "Prank gone wrong?"

"Horribly," Makarov remarked, though he was only looking down at Pike from the chair Laxus brought him, watching the boy, once more, dump out his bucket before beginning to refill it. "Say, did the two of you know then? That this beach was private?"

"Oh, Gramps, shut up about it," Laxus grumbled from the other side of Mirajane. Freed, who was at his other side, only shrugged.

"What of it?"

"Yeah, Master," Mira agreed as she closed her eyes again. "I prefer it. I don't have to worry about someone walking off with one of the kids."

Freed nodded. "Ever mentioned it and I didn't think it was worth caring about either way."

"He's just mad that he don't have any young women to gawk at," Laxus grumbled as, reaching over Mirajane, he gently ticked Pike, making the boy giggle. "Old perv."

"That is not why!"

Mira, used to the man's antics, only hummed. And Freed shrugged.

That was rarely a problem for either of them.

"Besides, Gramps," Laxus grumbled. "You do know that all of us are married, right? And whatever the hell Bickslow and Lisanna are."

At the moment? Very panicked over his finger.

"Dating," Mira sighed. "They're dating."

"For this long?"

"Some people take things slow, dragon. Not just sleep with the babysitter."

"You shut it." She got poked that time. "Demon."

"I remind you," Freed offered, "that I am very much so single."

"Oh, Freed, he wasn't forgetting you," Mirajane assured him. "Just…well… You don't really date much as it is, so-"

"But he should still be free to look at all the women he wants," Makarov insisted.

"Believe me," Laxus sighed as the man blushed and looked off. "He doesn't want."

"If it's that big of a deal, Master," Mira started. "I'm sure someone will go with you to a public part of the beach. I would, but you probably wouldn't like that much at all."

"I just like going to meet people. To talk to them. Not what either of you are insinuating."

"Uh-huh."

"I don't."

"I suppose tomorrow we can go to the public beach," Freed offered when Laxus elbowed him. Really, the thought was not a fun one for him. At all. "If you wish, Master."

"Perhaps," he agreed softly, no doubt embarrassed then by all of their assumptions. "We will see."

"Freed and Gramps," Laxus remarked as Pike dumped over another bucket of sand. "Out scoping the coast for women. I almost wanna go to see this."

That made him get elbowed, though it was from his demon and it was actually a pinch to the leg.

"I said almost." He grinned down at her, regardless of the fact she had her eyes shut. "I got my view right here."

And, more importantly, it was only his view. Not out there with all the others who just thought they could freely view the greatness that was Laxus Dreyar's wife. Because they couldn't. She was his.

Freed only looked off, over at where he spotted Mace and Nathan, diligently staying away from the water and within the parameters of where they were allowed to be, digging like crazy through the sand. Grinning, he decided that later he'd draw them up a pretend map to play with as well.

Again, Pike dumped out his bucket. "Sand. Daddy, sand!"

"I see, buddy." The man smiled over at him. "You ready to try the water again?"

"No."

"Really? Pike, I promise you, nothing bad will happen. Do you think that I would ever let you get hurt? Huh?"

Maybe. He wasn't sure. Back home? Where everything was safe and familiar? Of course not. But in this scary new portion of the world that he was introduced to, anything could happen. Look at poor Uncle Bickslow! Running around with his finger all wonky. Did that happen back home, in the apartment, where they could all play with blocks and not be attacked by nature? No. It couldn't.

"I wouldn't, buddy," Laxus insisted. "And you know that."

"Mmmm, Lax," Mira sighed. "Maybe we can try the water again tomorrow, huh? I'm sure he'll be more receptive then."

Laxus wasn't. He knew Pike. New things were not, well, his thing. And the beach wasn't only new. It was completely unknown. It could take forever to get him prepared to brave it again.

Which probably was a good thing. The less adventurous the boy was, the less chance he had of getting hurt.

Unlike the other one. Sigh. Laxus only looked over at where he was ecstatically digging away, hoping to find that loot Freed had told him about.

The sight alone made him smile. So the trip wasn't all bad after all.

"Boss? Did you know that crabs are horrible creatures with no heart and no sense of humor?"

Then Bickslow and Lisanna had to come over to ruin it.

"Hey, Pike," the woman said as she bent down to look at him. Laxus saw the Master take stock of her, but as usual, Lisanna paled in comparison to the other women around her.

Except to Bickslow, but Laxus wasn't so sure that his screwy eyes weren't the cause of that.

"What'cha doin'?" Lisanna grinned as he only looked up at her before dumping out his bucket again.

"It's sand," he explained before going back to filling the bucket. "Aunt Lissy."

"Awe."

"Bickslow," Laxus grumbled as he frowned at the standing man and his wounded finger. "Why didn't you just possess the crab, huh?"

"Eh?"

"And then control it to… What were you doing?"

"I's gonna drop it on Ever. Down her bikini top."

Freed shook his head. "What a waste."

"I know! I found a perfectly good crab and-"

"I meant of brains."

Lisanna snickered. "What brains?"

"Hey!"

"You could have," Laxus interjected, "just controlled the crab to crawl over there and do whatever to her. I mean, dude, that's literally your magic. What the hell's wrong with you?"

"Well… I don't know!"

"Once again," Freed chuckled. "Laxus has proven himself to be not only an expert at his own magic, but others' as well."

Mirajane though only sat up though, glaring at the seith. "No one," she hissed at them all, "is putting anything down anyone's bikini top. Or bottom for that matter. Understand?"

"Sheesh, Mrs. Boss," he grumbled. "You don't gotta mother us all too. I'm not a kid."

"I'm not mothering you. If I catch you doing that to Ever though, you're not going to be allowed back out here with us. Understand?"

"You're mothering me. Everyone see this, right? She's trying to mother me!"

Lisanna nodded as she grinned over at Mira. "Yeah, sis. Can you not turn that stuff off now or what?"

"I'm not-"

"You kinda are, demon," Laxus said as Freed only nodded.

Makarov though snickered. "It sounded like a grand old joke to me, boy."

"Thank you, Master," Bickslow said with a nod. "I guess some people are just too much of mothers to appreciate it."

Mira only glared at him before looking at the others. "I am not."

"It's okay," Lisanna told her with a shrug. "I mean, you are sort of a mother."

"Yeah, but I'm not just a mother."

"No one said you were," Laxus assured her. "Though this was kinda telling…"

"Laxus!"

"I'm kidding."

"I'm not," she told them all. "Seriously. Just… Go away, Bickslow. Go play or something."

"Okay, Mom."

"Stop it!" Then, with a huff, Mirajane laid back down and shut her eyes.

She wasn't mothering them. Any of them. Other than her babies. And sometimes Mace. That was all.

Gosh, why did she even have to explain that?

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