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L 😭 im a mess i cant stop listening to this song [https://youtu.be/4ELTaMB41OQ?si=7PCNCUQenoJsLQNC] and the only thing in my head is Regulus playing piano w reader 😭😭😭 like i imagine ofc the black parents forcing their children to learn art and music and french shit and playing piano stuck with Reggie bc it helps him kind of turn his mind off for a bit and just let his fingers do their thing 😭 then reader comes along not knowing how to but always loving to listen to reg play 🧍‍♀️ good bye

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omg aweeee yes I see this - I totally see Reg as an artsy guy, both with instruments, painting/sketching, and maybe poetry (tortured souls, right?) this was so cute - and the song too! I've never heard it before so thanks for sharing!

Regulus Black x GN!reader CW: mentions of past family/parental abuse, sibling relationships

You weren't at all surprised to find him here. He'd gone quiet at dinner and excused himself as early as politely possible.

You leaned against the doorframe as Regulus' fingers skirted across the keys of the grand piano in the living room, murmuring soft lyrics you couldn't make out from this distance. The chance of the song being a cover or an original equally as likely.

Dinner's with his brother could sometimes be hard for Regulus - both parties feeling different levels of guilt over their respective treatment of the other. Living in a house with abusive parents meant you either adapted, or you died. Sometimes the boys would stick together - power in numbers and a sense of camaraderie. And sometimes, life was a little bit easier for you if it was your brother who was the object of your parents' attention.

That kind of environment didn't exactly support or foster a healthy sibling relationship.

It only grew worse after Sirius ran away.

All this to say - though the boys have done a lot of work on their relationship and reconciliation, sometimes memories were brought up in conversation that neither boy has had the chance to process fully, and they had to deal with that as it came.

Which brings you back to the living room after having cleared the table, washing the dishes and putting the left overs away.

You were friends with Sirius too - and you couldn't help but chuckle at how different the two boys ended up.

For example, you knew Sirius would rather sit naked on a hot grill than return to the seat of a piano; you supposed having your hands smacked with a ruler until the bled for messing up your scales could do that to a person. But somehow, Regulus seemed to find peace in the thoughtlessness of letting his fingers find their notes along the instrument he knew inside and out; the quiet of his mind gave him the chance to process his feelings.

You decided to stop being a creep from the edge of the room and join Reg quietly on the piano bench. He must have known you were there, because he never faltered or surprised at your appearance.

"Sorry I left." He murmured quietly. "I'll clean up later, I promise."

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you watched his fingers work, shaking your head. "I've already done the washing, don't worry about it."

He made a tsking sound as he leaned his head atop yours. "I didn't mean to leave that up to you, mon chéri."

"I was happy to do it."

"I'll make it up to you, hm? What would you like?" He offered as he kissed your head, the keys and their notes never faltering under his hands.

"Play me a song."

And he did.

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Pomefiore Dorm Headcanons:

-Lights out at 9pm. Period.

-Like Diasomnia, which is also an on old castle, Pomefiore has many hidden nooks and shortcuts and passageways, all of which Rook discovered and committed to memory the first day he transferred. It’s also how he gets around the place so quickly and pops up most unexpectedly, still giving even older students a scare.

-Students quickly learn not to sneak junk food and other forbidden snacks and stuff into their rooms because Vil always. Finds. Out. (It’s Rook—nothing ever gets past him)

-As Epel demonstrated, a common punishment in the dorm is cleaning: washing and wiping all the windows by hand, dusting the vases, sweeping the rugs and mopping the hallways and making sure everything is absolutely spotless. Without magic (it’s to build character ofc).

-The beautiful gardens and apple orchards outside are perfect for afternoon tea. Vil has, on more than one occasion, hosted a photoshoot in the gardens.

-Said apples in the orchards are also cursed to make whoever eats them violently ill. As a result the garden remains picturesque and pretty.

-Peacocks roam freely outside. They are surprisingly aggressive to outsiders.

-Entire dorm smells like fancy flowers and floral perfume.

-While not an official club on campus, but some Pomefiore students have made their own fashion design club. They hold fashion shows, showcasing their own creations every so often and Vil always attends.

-Has a potions lab in the basement where the housewarden duel is held.

-Mandatory ballroom dancing lessons! Pomefiore has three ballrooms in total.

-There’s a big white grand piano in the lounge that no one is allowed to play.

-Decently insulated, not too hot or cold, since both are bad for your skin.

-Lot and lots of stairs! Also easy to get lost in.

-Vil (and Rook) had to teach all the first years how to put their dorm uniform on properly.

- Lots of movie nights in the lounge. If one of Vil’s movies are being played, he expects full critique (and praise) afterwards.

-Vil is more accommodating towards beastman students with wings, tails, fur, and or ears that need more specialized care or attention.

-Kitchen is stocked only with healthy snacks and artesian bottled water.

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Scarabia Dorm Headcanons:

-So. Many. Parties. Parties to kick off the start of the school year, parties at the end of the week, parties to celebrate end of the semester, parties for the sake of partying.

-Second to Octavinelle, the dorm has lots of musically inclined students. One can hear lots of musical instruments being played day and night, such as the sitar, flute, oud, tamborine, or drum.

-Merfolk students like to cool off in the oasis or the courtyard fountain. This environment isn’t exactly the best for them… good thing there aren’t alot of them in Scarabia in the first place.

-Sand everywhere!!!!!! Even with magic, sand still finds a way to slip in. I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.

-Occasionally there are powerful sandstorms outside.

-Even rarer is when it rains (without use of Kalim’s UM)—when it does, everyone dashes outside to dance and sing in the rain with joy (everyone minus Jamil)

-Dorm is home to Kalim’s menagerie of exotic wild animals allowed to roam freely: tigers, monkeys, camels, parrots, etc…

-They’re all tame (mostly), but you can still occasionally see Jamil and a student or two wrangling a monkey or chasing after a runaway pony.

-It’s nearly bug free for the most part (thanks Jamil!) but you can still find the lone scorpion or snake hiding in the corners.

-First thing new students are taught is to always always always double check and empty your shoes and clothes first before putting them on.

-Entire dorm smells of incense and spices and exotic perfumes. It’s very heavy on the senses.

-Very dry and hot as one would expect! Its gets chillier at night, but not by much.

-Students help out Jamil with the cooking. It’s a communal event, and recipes and stories are often swapped.

-Before Kalim, Scarabia was a pretty studious and academic dorm. Now they have a reputation as the party animals of NRC and curious students from other dorms like to sneak into their many parties or banquets. Not like Kalim minds: the more, the merrier!

-DONT TOUCH JAMIL’s SPICES!

[glamour-sstar]

Edward Hyde hc

He likes dark chocolate

He can play piano

He sings to you when your asleep and he’s awake

He often hums small love songs as he walks down the street by himself

He is a very possessive and clingy man, like if you two are sitting in a public place he will put his arm around you, or if you are walking by him he will link arms around you

He Adores when you boss him around, it is immediately followed my a “ofc my dear” or a yes ma’am”

Very charming man (by charming I mean playful bullying)

He likes giving you kisses when your in public (small ones like on the cheek or forehead

He will drag you out to nightly adventures (that can mean a plethora of things, like either he takes you to the pup just so you both can drink a little or going to the opera with you, maybe even a midnight walk)

He’s murderous and violent when someone looks at you for a little bit to long (you help him clean up)

Your the only thing that can calm him down

RICH he spoils you with everything and anything if you want it it’s yours

He cares and even though he never says “I love you” but he makes sure you know three actions like cuddling

CUDDLES YOU TO SLEEP

He loves the feeling of you next to him so he has his hands on you always

He will run you baths with the whole works

PRINCESS TREATMENT

When you get into arguments he’s always calm and rational but only with you

If you guys need time apart he will give you a kiss on the forehead and tell you he loves you before he exits to his study to calm down

He has rich brown eyes with golden spots in them

He can tango like no one’s business he would teach you

A king of the “underground” of london everyone knows not to mess with him

BIG GRAND GESTURES

Cups your face when he kisses you

Kisses with a lot of tongue like A LOT

He’s very respectful of boundaries

Kisses your hand and does the kiss up arm thing like Gomez Adams

Grabs your waist A LOT

he gives “I will flustered my partner in any and every way I can but in a way where no one but you knows”

Will use nicknames but his favorites are: “pet” “my dear” “my vixen” “darling” “honey pie” “mine” “dolly”

When you are alone he licks your ear when your not giving him the attention he wants followed by neck kisses, and caressing your waist drawing circles, “now I see I have your attention my dear” followed my a kiss on the cheek

A big baby for you

[ramonathinks]

5 Husbands by @kingkonoha review contains spoilers under the read more

playlist of a lot of songs that i think fit the vibe of my reading experience and what i felt matched up with the story

Playlist: crack rock by frank ocean, dreamer and valentine by laufey, when im in your arms by cleo sol, ophelia by pinkpatherress, daydream by Ariana Grande, miss romantic by cleo sol, fall in by Esperanza spalding, rain by fauna hues, slow motion by karina pasian, sunshine cleo sol, k by cigarettes after sex, used to love by chloe x Halle, sunset by the internet, pain is inevitable by daniel caesar (fawk him), cinnamon girl by lana del rey , let me know by winona oak, lost by frank ocean, butterfly by corinne bailey rae, piano song by eryn allen kane, float by fauna hues, how does it make you feel by Victoria monet, ivy by frank ocean, step on me by the cardigans, sad girl by lana del rey, wet by dazey and the scouts, frank’s ballad (wiseman) by Alex mankoo, who gets your love by margie joseph, what it is, between the cheats, will you still love me tomorrow, the girl from ipanema by amy winehouse the entirety of amy winehouse back to black album, take the box by amy winehouse

General Review:

Just wow. I did in fact spend like all day reading this and I do not regret it and even though it’s not done… this is literally a 5/5 read. Firstly the way that my baby Tay writes is so phenomenal and the depictions of the relationships and the amount of emotions and thought they she puts throughout the story makes everything so worth it. I really felt so attached to the characters and the overall story like i didn’t care how long the chapters were because i was so interested in the world she build and the CHARACTERS. Like it just keeps getting better and better; the amount of drama and messy that kept me on my toes every chapter. I cannot wait for the next chapter. The amount of stuff that went down in this fic and the route it’s going down idek how she got the life depicted in the first chapter because it’s shit happening every second like whew. I literally got so emotional reading this especially the more recent chapters because my heart hurtssss for reader so bad and it’s just so much strain on her and idgaf that’s my girl! I support women’s wrongs and she got a lot of them but that’s my baby like omg!

Now let’s delve in to my reactions ofc 🙈

CHAPTER 1: okay so obsessed with the fact that reader has a daughter firstly. The way you describe reader’s relationship and the dynamic she has with Armin and even the shift to his pov was very seamless and perfectoooo. The way you got in his head and i feel immersed inside of his thoughts about her and i just thought it was really well written and so beautifully executed. “Being with you but not truly being with you was like having an itch that begged to be scratched.” Like that line right there? It burneddd me and make me feel for him and overall i got invested. Can I add that Armin working in a bakery was very on par with his character lol? Like i love it. Your description of anything is very addicting as well let me add, im a sucker for details so i loved it. I was cheesing DOWN during their moments and when he took her to their childhood hangout place and the hold “date” bit came up and the “but even so, the implication of romance with him felt as natural as breathing.” Likeeee omg i was blushing. “I was always planning on leaving, but…not without you.” Oh that moved me like bad. I’m a sucker for childhood friends to lovers and hearing them reminiscing and just wanting to move out of where they are to make a lifeee was so good. “Since when was he ever so lucky? Since when did fate decide to show him a little bit of pity and mercy? The universe had taken everything from him before he was even old enough to know how to spell the word “universe.”” UGHH you’re killing meeee. And then armin’s backstory stop 😞😞😞. WHEN ARMIN SAID HE WANTED TK MARRY HERRRR OH MY HEART like 😭 crying omg!! Munch Armin Agenda >>>>

Mikasa Cameo yesss. Armin sending reader money 🥲🥲 even though he’s literally going through it ugh, my loveee. The proposal and reader finally getting her steak & lobster please love that for themmmm. Eren… pmo!! … “What they loved more, however, was the fact that he never took his eyes off of you the entire time.” 😄😄😁😁 oh okayyy, don’t know who im rooting for after eren two second cameo. “Nowadays, you had seen more of him than your own husband, and that broke your heart into pieces.” Naurrrrr 🥲 please… ““Is it ‘cause we’re all alone, baby?”” Eren… ERENNN R YOU KIDDING ME MOVEEE like moveee “Can’t control yourself when it’s just us, can you?” MOVEEE

“If you were with me, you’d only be making money for yourself. No one else, baby. It’ll take you wherever you wanna go, buy you whatever want, fuck you however you want. You’d like that, right?” OH FAUK YEWWW, but … omg that’s sexy like please don’t piss me off😭😭

OH FAWK HERR??? FAWK HER MY GODDESSS IS READER SERIOUS RN?? FAWK HER SO BAD FOR THIS IDC

CHAPTER 2: “It was an indisputable fact; scientists measured the elements of his face and declared the handsome man as the literal definition of physical perfection.” Oh that ate !

Eren defending reader yesss #RealMan . “Still though, it’s Eren. Same man who took you away from the person you’re writing about. There’s no way he’d be okay with this.” Jean clocked her im sorry LMAOO??

“You were more than just a pretty face. You were more than just a lovely voice. You were a distraction.” Real… so real.

“You’re such a damn jerk,” Jean snapped. “You can’t take everything you want like you rule the goddamn world, Eren. You stole her away from her ex-husband, but no one’s allowed to steal her away from you, right? Not until you get tired of her and move on to someone else?” CLOCKED LMAKDKA CAUSE WHY WAS I LITERALLY THINKING THE SAME THING LIKE PLEASE MOVE LMAOOO

“Is it true that your ex-husband pushed for your success? And you left him for Eren Yeager?” JEAN MIGHT AS WELL THAT BEEN THE ONE TO ASK THAT BECAUSE INTREEVIEWER CLOCKEDSD HER ! Marriage 😞 please move 👎🏾 why they just pissed me off. J-JEAN ! SIR!!

“Well now, Sarah, there is the possibility that she could have been having an affair! She did leave her first husband for Eren. Who’s to say that she wouldn’t leave Eren for someone else?” THEY CLOCKING HER 😭😭😭😭😭😭 back to back!

Reader locking down all the munches like that’s queen right there! “It was the first time you had ever slept next to him without his arms wrapped around you.” 😞😞 and Jean leaving the band omg… Levi so real lmaoooo

JEAN SO MESSY??? EREN COMING OMG?? EREN ACTUALLY BEING THEREEE OH MY GOSH PLEASE MOVE!!! “But, apparently, all of it was stupid. He felt stupid as he stood there, watching his best friend kiss and touch you. He felt stupid as he thought about the day he proposed to you. He felt stupid as he thought about how much he loved you.” Naur… MY GOSH READER SO ??? she done pissed me off!

CHAPTER 3:

Mikasa clocking her 😁😁🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️ karma x3 and “i want him back” and “that’s not the same thing” LMAOO CLOCKED! LIKE GOT HER

“I didn’t even know that Eren was there! He was avoiding me for weeks a-and said he wasn’t gonna show up. I fucked up, I know that, but he stopped speaking to me. Stopped looking at me. He acted like I didn’t exist…and I was fucking lonely.” She kinda ate idk she back to winning me over. FAWK EREN 😭😭😭

Levi…is he crazy telling her to come with him?? 😭😭😭 like he finna get fucked up about her too is he MAD? “You’ve fooled around with three guys back to back. It’s a little hard to tell which one of them you like the most.” FUCK CLOCKED HER SKSJSK ?? “You’re a homeless woman who’s sleeping at her manager’s house because she cheated on a famous rockstar with his bandmate.” Levi it’s 10am in the morning 😭😭😭😭 please chill. “Last thing I need is for the public to start making rumors about us.” He so damn funny lmaoo

“Yes. Men like Eren and Jean took pure advantage of your naiveness. If you ask me, you should have been the one doing the punching. Don’t sit back and let them walk all over you.” Okayy Annie period queen.

“The singer with more failed relationships than original songs.” 😭😭😭 i be giggling down like the industry is clocking herrrrr bad

Annie and Sasha correct actually 🤷🏽‍♀️ coming from the uno champ myself. “Did I just make you laugh? And smile?” 👀 he better relaxxx he see the reader effect !

Not even divorced and literally got a meeting and kissing on Reiner like 😭 is she mad??

CONNIEEEE??? I AINT EVEN PWEP

“Gonna punch me too? Try it. Go ahead. Do it, and let’s see what fucking happens.” CLOCKED! Lmaoooo

Hickey… why i already knew something like that was gonna go down. Broke my baby heart omg 😞!

“If you loved him, you wouldn’t have cheated on him. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have left me. So you’re still fucking lying.” Armin just came back and clocking her lmaoooooo “I think it’s easier for you to act like you’ve never cared about anyone than it is to take responsibility for your actions. It’s less painful to pretend that you’re completely the victim in this situation than it is to accept that you broke my heart. Eren and Jean’s heart as well. I’m not saying that anyone is in the right or wrong, but I know you. I know you loved me, even if it was just a little bit.” Tea… like girl it’s okay.

CHAPTER 4:

Connie is crazyyy 😭😭? “You know your life is in my hands” & “don’t make me do some easy shit” OHH he crazy

Marco…. Yo?? And they wondering why Connie went mad like be serious.

Arminnn, glad to see he okayish. “You never thought he’d use it on you.” Welllll?? The love of his life fucked him over 😭😭😭 um be serious.

“I love you, and I understand what money and influence can do to a person, but I just miss you. I miss the old you, the person who made everyone laugh during card games and didn’t treat everyone like garbage.” 🙂🙂🙂 ohhh he clocked her this like one of the worst ones.

“No ordinary human being enjoyed the realization that they had changed for the worse. It felt like your insides were twisting up, as if the old version of yourself was begging to come out, buried underneath this new, shallow, perfect celebrity.” ☹️☹️☹️ nooo queenie.

“You’re so in love with Hollywood now, I didn’t think you’d come at all if I told you the truth.” 😟😟 oh um! this is crazy to say ?? why even invite her at all lmaoo??

Reiner’s place is so lived in and loved around like your description really got me cause I can feel it all around and buzzing so lively whew i felt home! Reiner is EXACTLY the type of man who would bring you to meet the family and to propose so i smiledddd because yes just yes!

Jean messy as HELL! THE BREAK IN IS CRAZY AND HER JUST ASSUMING ITS ARMIN

HER SUCKING LEVI IS CRAZY???? MARRIED FOR HALF A SECOND IS SHE MAD?? LEAKED PHOTOS AND ALL THAT IS CRAZY AFTER THE BREAK IN OMG??? 😭😭😭 she cannot catch a break, she been famous for like maybe 2 years what is her problem.

CHAPTER 5:

ARMIN AND EREN GETTING JUMOED BY CONNIE MEN IS SO INSANEEEE. Levi OKAYYY king shitttt yesss. Why is Connie so messy?? Why is he trying to ruin her like omg…

“Y/N’s the only client you give a damn about now. You don’t even give a damn about yourself. Your life is ruined, and yet, here you are, worrying about her.” CLOCKED LMAOO?? JEAN BE CLOCKING EVERYONE LIKE LMAOOO

Album called Heartbreaker, she kinda mother for that 😹😹 like literal queen shit. The story… my eyes almost popped out my head like okay.. Not jean and eren popping out yo! Um Connie and Flint is so…messy for all this. They really getting a personal fuck you.

😹😹 Eren just clocked Flint like I hope he don’t get beat up later but he ate. OH MY GOSH?? What the fuck is wrong with Connie yo?? He can’t hate eren this bad like he’s literally a monster….

NAH READER STFU?? BEFORE HE GET SOMEONE TO WHOOP YOUR ASS TOO LIKE OMG?? BUT WHY SHE VERY MUCH SO CLOCKED HIM LIKE IM GIGGLINGGG 😭😭😹😹 GET HIM AGAIN!

Someone gotta kill Connie like wtf is his problem and to even threaten Levi and the way he doing reader, not even letting her see Reiner… like i feel for her so bad omg. Why is he ruining her lifeeee omg ?? Like im finna cry ??? And then to do that to Reiner :((( omg i feel for everyone in here omg

NAH CAUSE LEVI RIGHT ACTUALLY?? LIKE CONNIE IS LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH HER!

Them being worried about who she gonna end up with is kinda crazy like she being held hostage 😭😭? Thank you Levi for getting them back in order. WHY REINER JUST CLOCKED ALL OF THEM LIKE LITERALLY ALL OF THEM LMAOOOO

CHAPTER 6:

ERWIN JUST FUCKED EVERYTHING UP ??? YO??

“She doesn’t have any loved ones, just a bunch of stupid guys hoping to crawl into bed with her. That’s all she’s good for.” Alright?? Fuck you??

CONNIE SHOOTHIM HIM IS MADDDD OMG

The car ride having me on the edge of my seat just paragraphs in. Connie trying to do small talk like please move…

“Because that would mean leaving, and you knew better.” I’m crying like idgaf she don’t deserve none of this 😭😵‍💫😵‍💫???

“Really? You’re working on your eighty-seventh marriage and you wanna lecture me about being a good person? You cheat and get remarried every season, so shut the hell up.” He tried to clock her but it’s tired at this point so 😭😭😭 please gtfo. Connie trying to be lonely too he can get out like i really dgaf.

Nah Reiner clocked it… I wasn’t even seeing Mikasa fr until he just said that because yes I can see it fr! Like wowww. This Mikasa and Reiner conversation is >>> like i love it.

Poor reader like idgaf, she did that to keep them safe obviously! Why would Jean just say that to eren tb licking connie’s boots like his mom’s life was at risk please ??😭😭😭

THE ENDINGGGG OMG??? I canttttt

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Okay here's some of my personal RE HCs because no one is stopping me.

These are in no way like the be-all-end-all for hcs (everyone has their own ofc and i have so many overlapping concepts, so feel free to share!!) but I wanted to post these anyways

This is really long, so...

Enjoy under the cut!

Wesker

───✦ He/They ───✦ Pansexual, demiromantic ───✦ Agender (gender is meaningless for him personally) ───✦ Built like a god damn refrigerator. Just a fucking rectangle of a man. ───✦ Ik this is canon but I love it, so I'm adding it anyways- he originally covered his eyes with his glasses to hide the emotions he deemed his greatest weakness and later did it to hide irritation and his eyes ───✦ I think part of the reason he did it was because Chris came to him looking like a kicked puppy one day after Wesker scolded him and Wesker got the softest look on his face for Chris, so he always wore glasses from then on ───✦ He's super proud of Chris and wishes, despite everything, that they could be like old friends again. He misses how carefree and nonchalant Chris used to be before all the outbreaks hardened him into more of a machine than a man ───✦ Actually really hates Umbrella, but tolerated them and used their resources for his own experimentation and ideals ───✦ I know that in canon, he's about 6' 3" or 190 cm, but I think he towers over everyone at somewhere around 6' 5-6' 9". He isn't built like a boulder like Chris is (pun intended) but he IS taller and I like making height differences more dramatic ───✦ He really loves rain and fog. ───✦ His AW Model Samurai Edge has his initials carved right under the short barrel of the gun, right where you attach a silencer- and he has Chris' initials carved right in front of the trigger. He thinks of it as a way for Chris to 'keep him doing things in the right direction'

Chris

───✦ He/Him ───✦ Bisexual ───✦ AKFHSKFNEJ THIS MAN IS MASSIVE. He is super huge. Fuck canon he's 6' 5" because LOOK AT HIM IN RE8, PLEASE- ───✦ Asian-american (his facial features in vendetta? pfft, please, this man is asian. I think Korean personally.) The name Redfield is of Scottish origin, but I think his american family fled from scotland to escape the British regime similarly to what my family did ───✦ Canonically can't read during a flashback, which is probably referring to him being unable to read sheet music specifically, since he's trying to read the sheet music at the grand piano- but this just makes me think he's a slow reader and has dyslexia ───✦ I think he's super flirty but also is oblivious ───✦ Adhd all the way ───✦ Super messy handwriting because his mind moves faster than his hands, so it's just the messiest half-cursive scrawl ───✦ Looks like a grinning felon on his license and has since he got his learner's at like 15. He just keeps looking more like "yeah I committed that crime and I'll do it again" every time he goes in for a renewal ───✦ Really loves cars and armoured vehicles in the same way Leon loves motorcycles ───✦ Hates Leon's drinking habit while Leon hates Chris' smoking habit ───✦ They come together eventually to help the other stop their addictions and it mostly involves lots of snuggles and pancakes ───✦ Really loves that Ethan is Canadian because Ethan can and will special order authentic maple syrup solely so Chris is happy and he loves authentic syrup so much he can damn near drink it straight from the bottle

Krauser

───✦ He/They or He/Him ───✦ Bisexual ───✦ German-american (as a German-american myself, it makes sense based on his name and his need to do busy work (his off-days merc work) just to feel like he's doing something worthwhile. In German culture, being able-bodied and able to work is a super big societal standpoint that is thankfully changing some) ───✦ He's actually an incredibly anxious individual. He finds the cut-and-dry rules, schedules, and regulations of the army and the relative-freedoms of his mercenary work are good for him regulating himself ───✦ He really likes Leon. Thinks he's a good kid (even though they're so close in age) and wishes him well in life. ───✦ Loves snakes. So much. It's on his blade and he hated killing that snake to protect Leon during the Darkside Chronicles cutscene, but Leon mattered more ───✦ Part of the reason he's such an ass and so cold is because he doesn't like many people and has difficulty interacting outside of yelling at them to train them or smart-mouthing people who deem themselves his 'superior' ───✦ Actually really doesn't like the government for a lot of reasons ───✦ Had a second blade custom-made for Leon so they could match ───✦ Really likes cuddles and is a human heater

Merchant

───✦ He/They/It (sometimes refers to himself as 'we', sort of in the local-english dialect kinda of way, as in a singular 'we' but I also have a theory regarding the blue/purple flamed lamp you always see with him, but that's a whole can of worms) ───✦ Pansexual, panromantic ───✦ Nonbinary. Can be amab or trans afab, but prefers being deemed more masculine ───✦ British-english; just likes to travel the world ───✦ Older than he lets on and joins the Duke for dinner a few times a year. They bond over shared experiences and intriguing customers ───✦ Long dark brown/straight hair, tied into a ponytail down the base of his head. ───✦ I think he's either really scrawny or he's fluffier and stockier under his coat than he appears ───✦ He has facial scars, mostly consisting of a few slashes from knives or similar and a scar that curls across the left side of his face ───✦ This particular scar ruined part of his lips and shows some of his teeth even when his mouth is shut, which is one of many reasons he wears his mask. Can't go around scaring his customers, can he? Bad for business! ───✦ His eyes ARE blue, but in fact glow under low-light conditions and glow when he's under intense emotions (ex. stress, anger, extreme happiness, etc) ───✦ They flash this sort of red-orange similar to Wesker's eyes when he's irritated too or when he gets impatient, but it's easy to miss ───✦ He also has a weirdly long split tongue and the further up it you go, you start to see these soft little barb-like features. They curl and stretch whenever your fingers brush over a particularly flavour-sensitive spot or press too hard ───✦ Really good at cooking ───✦ Has a special interest in weaponry of all kinds and enjoys working with his hands ───✦ Incredibly fond of Leon and makes sure he's well taken care of whenever he gets the chance ───✦ Autistic

Ethan

───✦ He/They ───✦ Cisn't (amab or afab, but I lean toward amab) ───✦ Canadian/american ───✦ The shadow thing on his face is actually caused by his 'death' in Louisiana. He's not sure why it happens and can kinda turn it off, but it follows his face regardless of light conditions. In darker/fully dark environments, all you have a chance of seeing is the glint or even sometimes glow of his eyes. You only see the ring of colour of his eyes during these moments. ───✦can and will scare people with what remains of the megamycete- ie making himself look a little too cryptid-like ───✦ Similarly to the Lords (primarily Salvatore Moreau) he has these tentacle-like appendages that can sprout from his back that he uses to freak people out. The Lords still aren't so used to it ───✦ Has adhd and autism ───✦ IT tech genius, computers are his special interest ───✦ He is a sarcastic ass when he wants to be and gets even more feral and angry now thanks to the megamycete ───✦ He is super tired and has insomnia issues half-thanks to Louisiana and the Village and half-thanks to his natural insomnia problems (mood my guy) ───✦ Like smart-assing Heisenberg frequently, but also enjoys having long philosophical or tech-related convos with him ───✦ Surprisingly close to Chris and later Leon ───✦ Finds the Merchant hilarious

Leon

───✦ He/him or he/they. I sometimes write him a cis amab sometimes trans. Often trans. Nonbinary?? Idk, but I like him being a gnc type guy. ───✦ Bi or pan, but demiromantic and demisexual too ───✦ Struggles with his own touch-starvation and even now, loud noises scare him a lot when he's not on the job. He's always worried about another unprepared breakout like the events of RE2 ───✦ Romanian/american (a thought I've had since RE4 2005 back when I played the game in like,,, 2014. I find it funny now that his remake model is Romanian from what I understand lol) ───✦ Still has remnants of Las Plagas running through him, but his blood kinda neutralized it to make a 'perfect monster'-type effect. ───✦ As a result of this, he can essentially 'shift' his body in weird ways and create the equivalent of the arms on the Los Iluminados insignia (yanno, with the four arms kinda like a mantis or facehugger has? yeah, that) ───✦ He doesn't like that it happens but he finds the older he gets, the more used to it he becomes and the more he uses them in sticky situations ───✦ Adhd and autism; really oblivious to social cues which is part of why he jumps into everything headfirst and why he doesn't flirt well. But he tries ───✦ Very soft and can sleep through a nuclear explosion

[lowkeyclueless5137]

The Old Cathedral III

:D

I honestly can't wait to have this one done! :3

Mostly cuz after it, probably my favorite palace (so far) come >:3c

But then again... I have 0 idea what the 5th palace should be... :v

Anyway! Enough of that. Let's see what we have in store for today! :D

What we will cover:

-a small break from the palace

-Some more childhood friends interactions

-Shenanigans in Shibuya

-And a visit from Mr Rosehearts

Mmmm... Interesting points... :'3

Now onto the chaos:

With the palace being put on hold, the next best thing the group could do in the metaverse was to investigate mementos and mind of their student lives.

Ace and Deuce seemed to go out more often along Ortho. Azul was just making a few notes on subjects, preparing for future exams and also tutoring Epel, but this time Malleus is the Japanese tutor. Kalim was tending to his business as a heir while Jamil helped him. It was clear their relationship was a bit colder, but Kalim said that they will work it out.

Floyd was hanging out more with Mikan and his other Kosei friends. Morgana still was with him as Jade also said that he happened to meet up with someone. Vil also focused on his carrier, accepting a few modeling/acting offers that came this period. Rook also concentrated on a new hobby: photography.

Meanwhile, Riddle was taking his studies very seriously, despite being yet too early for the exams. When he wasn't tutoring the first years, Riddle would help Futaba by tending to the counter. He always had a book next to him tho, reading from it when there were no costumers to tend to. Yusuke also teaches him drawing when he was free. Besides all that, Riddle hung out with Trey and Che'nya.

And. Trey discloses that he has a 1st year, Jack, who's been struggling a bit with chemestry. He was in the science club and tried to help Jack a bit, but Trey wasn't really that good at teaching... Che'nya just raises a brow at that, but doesn't question, instead he asks Riddle if he could help him with his math assignment. Ofc the redhead accepts. :'3

Trey tho butts in, saying that he also needs sum help with math. Riddle lights up at that, considering it to be a really fun friend study hangout plan.

He failed to notice the awkwardness in between the 2.

Only a few days passed of this palace pause, until Ace broke down from the stress. They couldn't possibly let that guy marry Kalim's mom and destroy yet another family. He had a point, one which Kalim supported as well, like the rest. They had to return there, even if that creature was still roaming the place.

So the metaverse group met up at the hideout on Sunday, early morning, to return to the palace, speedrun through that goddamn dungeon and assure their entry in the tower.

Except that the tower entry to the top was blocked by a locked trapdoor. They do have a Lockpick, but it would be be needed more lockpicks or the actual key if they wanted to get into on the day of the heist. For now, they used one lockpick to enter.

And the top of the tower was lavish on the inside. There were gigantic bells in there along with other various instruments in there. From flutes to a grand piano, all arranged like an orchestra. In front of them, a thick marble piedestal was placed, above which the treasure was floating.

Mona again went full cat mode, but Knight holded him down. :'3

So they had the treasure route secured. Kraken voiced his concern that they need now a way to escape this place with the treasure as fast as they could. They can't just get back on the same route they entered. Axe said that they could drive their asses out. Flame said that it was too risky since the whole palace will start to crumble apart of the treasure is stolen.

Sailor tho analised the instruments. While sure it was a far fetch, he looked at the whole room. He noted that this must be a very loud room during ceremonies.

And as if his theory was proven, the bell started to ring and the instruments came to life, singing loudly. Being too loud, Flame immediately grabbed one of the nearby flutes, which, in response, stopped singing. The instruments would stop singing once they were touched.

The problem? These instruments made a whole labyrinth in between them and the treasure.

Flame timed the whole thing, realising that they had only 5 minutes until the whole melody would be over. Gold noted that he saw through the glass wall that down in the main body of the Chapel, some sort of Ceremony was commencing.

All of them hid tho, when they heard that the palace ruler came inside, checking on all the instruments. Thankfully he didn't realise that one of the flutes stopped prematurely.

The group had to leave after that. They knew what exactly was their last obstacle.

Back in the real world, it was no surprise that now they needed to go to their Sunday plans. Ortho and Riddle had to babysit again Cheeka.

But this time, when Leona comes to drop Cheeka, the child was crying non-stop and kept gluing himself to Leona's leg, begging his uncle to not leave. Leona is visibly annoyed by this and when Futaba asks about it, Leona replies that some family matters came up, some that made Cheeka to cry since morning. He wasn't supposed to overhear them, but here they were.

Futaba admits that she isn't that good at convincing children to stop throwing temper tantrums. Ortho was and still is a fine example. :'3

Ortho does go to Cheeka and reassures that Leona will only go to the market down the street. It will take a bit since today it's a big sale and people are hogging the place. Leona doesn't want to have Cheeka stay amongst those boring old adults and wait in an endless line. Cheeka seems to have resorted to small sniffles when Ortho drops the big bomb: he 'wasn't supposed to tell cheeka the big secret', but Leona talked under the table with a pastry baker and so if he runs late, he would miss the super secret sweet surprise that was meant for Cheeka today. So he needs Cheeka to wait like a good kid in here until Leona gets the secret surprise.

Yeah... This buys Cheeka's attention enough to let Leona go. The other is happy that the furball finally let go of him, although now Ortho added another road on his list: get to a pastry to get Cheeka something and make the lie believable.

But in the end, Cheeka stayed at LeBlanc. A tad bit later, Riddle couldn't help but bring out what in the world must've upset Cheeka so much. It couldn't have been them... No? Cheeka seemed very happy when he came to stay. So why? For now, they couldn't question it further since the kid was worn out from all that temper tantrum and currently he was sleeping in Riddle's room while the 2 in question stood at the counter with Futaba.

Ortho also had with him a bass. Futaba said that it was Yusuke's as he knew how to play the bass. Ortho found it last night and he wants to adjust a bit the instrument's cords before he could ask if Yusuke can give it to him. Futaba did say that they wanted to give it to him on his birthday, which now the gift was spoiled because Ortho was a lil curios one. (yes, this is a reference to smth... If you know, you know... :3)

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"Maybe you should ask your brother to help you out..." Futaba suggested. "Big brother said that he is working onto something important... Apparently he has a deadline or something..." Ortho mused. "Maybe after he is done he can help you..." Riddle suggested.

Clink!

The 3's attention shifted slightly towards the door. On there, a very tired man came in. His coat was messily thrown over him, hair in all directions and clothes looked like they were flown over in a tornado. If the proeminent eye bags didn't give the idea of a burnout man, his posture sure gave it away.

"Hello... Futaba... Please one cup of the usual..." He tiredly mused before his gaze fell onto the 2 boys in question. Ortho only minded to the instrument in question. But the man eyed Riddle specifically, his features lighting up a bit.

"Heyyy... Kiddo! How is it? We didn't talk in a lot!" The man smiled weakly as he came to the 2, pointing to the seat. "may I?" Riddle only nodded, clearly bewildered, but noticed that the man was dozing off a bit.

"Yes... You can, Dad..."

~~~~~~~~

Mr Rosehearts sure took a seat and with it a very tired breath. While Futaba did go to tend to the order, Riddle voiced his confusion on how his father came here today. He replied by saying that his co-worker agreed to take his shift for the day since he covered lately for a few others who had family problems. He also worked the extra hours so he could pile them up so that he can catch, like every summer, a nice holiday time. Well during that holiday he usually took Riddle around to Japan, as it was in July, but since now he attended Shujin, Mr Rosehearts admits that he will have to get used to it.

Ortho points out that he just came from the hospital, which the latter confirms it. He took the underground train and almost slept through the station, but he wanted to visit since it was Sunday. :'3

Futaba does come with the order in question, which was a coffee with a lot of milk. She points out that Mr Rosehearts did drop by from time to time, but at those moments, Riddle was either at school or out with his buddies. He also came for a cup of coffee since God forbid that cafe close to the hospital. Mr Rosehearts sure couldn't stand how bitter it was.

It was somewhat touching to hear that... Ya know? :v

So Mr Rosehearts asks how's going. Riddle does say that not much was on his plate. Only school and studying for the exams. Mr Rosehearts is a bit taken aback on how early it was, but brushes it off and tells Riddle to take it easy. There's plenty of time left and he doesn't need to stress himself so early.

If only he knew what his son was ACTUALLY doing... :'3

But since Riddle was in school during July, it was clear that Mr Rosehearts had no secure plans for his holiday. So he did ask what would Riddle want to do then? On past years, they would visit Riddle's grandparents in Kyoto, but now school prevented that. :'3

Once the topic of school was touched upon, Ortho does ask where did Mr Rosehearts study. The man responds that he did study in his hometown, but later went to college in Tokyo, with a few exchange years in America and Europe. He was lucky he had the calling for medicine, because otherwise he would have been known as the disaster magnet since he was no good at anything else, if not downright mediocre.

Which, again, is a bit of surprise for Riddle, since his mother always told him she studied and studied to reach where she was. Meanwhile his father reached a similar height just because he was naturally gifted and liked to pursue it.

But it made sense now why Mr Rosehearts didn't really stress onto his academical situation too much.

But in the end, Cheeka was the one who cut the meeting by coming down. Ortho explained that he and Riddle are on babysitting duty and so Mr Rosehearts payed for his coffee, plus a tip, before leaving to go and take some rest. He had a night shift tomorrow, which was very not fun to say the least. :/

Back with Cheeka, the little one seemed down still, Ortho and Riddle didn't have any idea what to do or say to cheer up Cheeka. At least they could only conclude thar the incident in the boy's family had to be serious, which affected him if he wasn't supposed to know.

So in the attic, on the couch, Riddle asks Cheeka if he could tell them what happened. Ortho promises that they won't tell anyone.

~~~~~~~~

"You really promise you won't tell?" Cheeka's glossy eyes meet the other 2's. "Yeah... When did we ever lie to you?" Ortho puffed proudly. "We can't help you if we don't know what happened... You must tell us if you want help..." Riddle mused. The little child only looked at his feet, before at the 2.

"I want you to change uncle's heart!" Cheeka declared.

"eh?! W-with all due respect..." Riddle's voice cracked. "It is impossible!" He added. "Yeah... We aren't like those Phanthom Thieves who caused the incident in April..." Ortho defended. Cheeka tho, had his eyes even glossier, with small tears forming at their corners, growing in size as the bottom lip of the boy trembled.

"B-But Uncle will have to leave! He will go to America and then we will go back home and uncle will never come back! And you can change his heart! I know it!" Cheeka cried.

Riddle and Ortho exchanged worried looks before looking back at the child before them. "Again... We are not the Phanthom thieves... And why do you think your uncle needs a change of heart?" Riddle inquired.

Cheeka only flapped his hands and feet. "Dad wants uncle to go and see a mean lady and maybe marry her for 'very important blah blah politics'! And Uncle can't say no! And I want uncle to say no! Because if he goes, the mean lady won't let him see me again and then he'll forget about me! And dad and mama don't care about me! Uncle always takes me places and picks me up from school and he is the one who reads me a bedtime story!" He cried harder, hugging the nearest person, which was Riddle.

The redhead only gave a panicked look to Ortho, who motioned for him to just roll with it. The kid needs a hug right now.

So awkwardly hugging back, the redhead exhaled. "We'll see if maybe we can contact the real Phanthom thieves to get your Uncle's heart changed." The redhead reassured. "Really?" "Yeah... But don't tell anyone... Not even your uncle..." Riddle mused.

Cheeka seemed cheered up. And of course, later that day, Leona came to pick the kid up, with a short conversation in between him and Futaba, then the paycheck for the 2 babysitters, Cheeka left with his uncle, this time holding him by the hand.

Futaba tho, noticed the troubled 2's faces as she closed the shop. "Something wrong, kiddos?" She piped in. "Nothing..." Ortho swatted it off... "You sound just like your brother..." Futaba exhaled, making a small pause. "You 2 wanna stay together overnight?" a small gaze exchange in between the 2 was made before both nodded. "Alright... But don't stay up too late. You have school tomorrow..." The ginger woman mused as she left LeBlanc.

Immediately once she left, Ortho pulled out his phone, pressing on the metanav. "What are yo-" "Leona Kingscholar..." The younger boy spoke.

"Candidate found" the robotic voice replied. "Cheeka was right... This guy has a distorted heart!" Ortho gasped. "But it isn't our business now... Koizumi is... We can't add this one too!" Riddle cut through.

"Really? But aren't you at least curious to see what this one is? Like isn't it wierd the kid praised to no end his uncle yet this guy has a palace?" Ortho pointed out. Riddle only bit his inside cheek, hugging himself. "One look... Nothing more..." The redhead declared.

"Now for the place... We don't know anything about the guy... Mementos clearly doesn't cut it..." Ortho mused. "Kingscholar residence?" Riddle suggested.

"No candidates found"

"well... Tokyo? Shibuya? Japan? The country run by the Kingscholars?"

"Well it's not like this guy's distortion is covering the whole world..." Ortho mumbled.

"Candidate found"

"EH?!" both Riddle and Ortho exchanged surprised looks. "The whole goddamn world?! What kind of distortion is it even?!" Ortho breathed out awkwardly. "it must be something figurative... It is clear that he cannot have the whole world under his influence, but he considers it as such..." The redhead mused. "now for the distortion..." Riddle exhaled.

"A Castle?" "no candidates found" "A stage?" "no candidates found" "A tomb?" "no candidates found" "No candidate my ass..." "language..."

"Well... Let's attack this logically..." Riddle trailed. "Cheeka mentioned that his uncle is possibly put in an arranged marriage. Cheeka's father is in some sort of position of actual power dictated by marriage." "Sounds to me like some medieval dynasty shit..." Ortho pointed out. "Well... It is the rule: first come takes the crown... Only the firstborns are at the top of 'the mountain'..." The redhead mused. "Mountain? Really?" "it's figurat-"

"Candidate found. Beginning navigation."

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And the 2 found themselves in a jungle. A bit further it was a rocky road, following it and hiding from any possible shadows, Ortho and Riddle came face to face with the bottom of a gigantic mountain, currently in their normal attire as they weren't considered threats.

And this mountain lived to the name. Only half of it was visible, the top being covered by thick gray clouds. As it proceeded upwards, the road became visibly cleaner as well as the houses that adored the mountain in small villages. There was also the road splitting into 2, the other part going downwards, towards a darker place. There was a sign also there which said 'Elephant cemetery'.

And now Ortho was all like 'ok, let's go to bed...'. Riddle gets smug and asks 'why, you scared?', basically the 2 egging each other to see who's the scaredy cat. In the end, the 2 bicker as they go towards the cemetery, since that had to be the safest place, the top of the mountain clearly harbouring the treasure.

Unbeknownst to them, they were watched.

The elephant cemetery was in all means one. Gigantic skeletons of the said animals were layered around. It was an eerie feeling around a slight fog, giving more of the horror vibe.

Ortho found a very old torch and together with some sharper pebbles and some tires while the 2 were arguing who did it better, the torch was lit up and they had a somewhat light.

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"This place is so empty..." Ortho mused, his voice echoing slightly. "Oh... Look... ECHO!" the boy shouted, his voice again echoing like a response from the empty canyon. "It is useful to tell is someone is in here as well..." Riddle quietly exhaled. "But we can make it say things!" Ortho beamed.

"SCHOOL SUCKS!" and the canyon replied.

"I WANT CAKE!" again, the canyon replied.

"Ortho! Stop it! We might get caught..." Riddle said. "But it's fuuuun~ besides... We aren't yet considered as threats~" the younger replied. The redhead only rolled his eyes.

But ortho was right. They weren't yet considered as threats. And they were in a deserted canyon while the palace was a mountain.

"Oh I have a good one..." Ortho puffed as he took a deep breath. Really Riddle was curious to see what the other was going to yell in there...

Fsh!

Both boys halted, the redhead holding the torch like a weapon while Ortho grabbed a nearby bone as a somewhat bat. A small breeze was in there, the fog not showing any signs of shifting.

The cry of a bird was hird from above. Looking up, something shining was flying, easily visible from the darkness, although it was small due to the distance. The bird let another loud cry, stil circling above the 2, although this time lower.

"We've been spot-" "no... If that was the case, we would have been in our attire." Riddle cut off, breath holded as his gaze immediately shifted to a direction, than another.

Crack...

It sounded like a twig breaking, although it was most likely a bone. This made the 2 to perk their heads towards their left, Riddle moving the torch accordingly as Ortho pointed the long bone towards the left.

Thug.

Both boys immediately were ready to scream when something grabbed them by the clothes collars, yanking them into an elephant skull, yet their mouths were covered by a hand each. They dropped their only weapons and guiding light in all that frenzy.

"Shhh..." A low voice whispered to the 2, being immediately drowned by the silence as the 3 listened in. There were steps of some animals as well as growls of something akin to a hyena.

Once the sounds of the animals seemed to dissappear, Ortho and Riddle were both let free by the one who dragged them inside. Immediately the 2 jolted further from the person, Ortho having his fists ready as Riddle took a defensive stance, eyes trying to focus in the darkness and maybe find something to use or to escape. Currently, the 2 were faced with a wall from the skull inside.

The person tho, only hummed as their hands reached towards something. The 2 couldn't see, but could distinguish movement.

As something fell down, light came into the small space. A soft blue light covered the insides of the small impromptu room.

"What is wrong with you 2?!" It was the first reply from the guy with blue fire hair, which now showed small tints of orange. It sounded lower, almost like a beast's rumble if it wasn't for the slightly louder tone. Their eyes were covered with a black mask that looked like sleek metal, no holes in it, reflecting the light from the flame hair.

~~~~~~~~

The guy in question warned the 2 that it wasn't safe for them here. That, ironically, this was where strong shadows reside, although he addressed to them as 'beasts'.

Ortho and Riddle again exchange looks, but the guy tells them that they can't try a hit and run. They'll end up caught by those hyenas.

And of course, the bird comes here again. It was a bird made out of the same blue fire, with beady black eyes and very beautiful feathers that once the fire cover dissappeared, it revealed a bird in colorful hues of silver and baby blue.

The guy says that the coast is clear and that for now, they should get back to the jungle, as it was the safest place.

But of course things didn't have to be this simple.

Ortho and Riddle insisted to know their saviour's name, but he gave the silent treatment all the way back, despite the fact that both Ortho and Riddle were annoying to no ends.

It was at one point that the group halted and the misterious guy seemed alert. That's when the 2 saw his hand more clearly. It had a fingerless white glove and midnight black fingers, which was a difference from his pale white face.

And of course rustling was heard, which made the guy's nails to become long claws in a split second. Much to Riddle and Ortho's horror, the 2 realised with who exactly they were in here.

They were with the black creature. Or more like the black masked guy now.

And boy did Ortho and Riddle make noise. If they were to gather attention and return to the Phanthom thief attire, they could face off properly the said guy.

Except that their noise did attract something. Guards to be specific. Very angry guards.

Now as Rose and Flame, the black mask immediately let his bird fly away before trying to get these 2 out of there, yet once Flame tried to burn his face down with an attack from his persona, the masked person resulted to the smoke trick, dissappearing and also unintentionally buying time for the 2 to run off in the jungle and return to the normal world.

Except that now it was a small delay. For a split second, Riddle and Ortho saw each other in the thief attire in LeBlanc before everything went to normal. Ortho theorised that most likely the jungle was like a safe room and they got in when the glitch was activated. So at least they knew the jungle was a safe room.

For the night, both of them found it hard to fall asleep. Upon mutual agreement, they decided to tell the team and go in this one only after they finish the cathedral Palace. The others would surely want to investigate this palace, so they couldn't go head in head with that guy.

The next day, the rest of the group went as good as you would think they would once the news were dropped.

Malleus voiced his concern that perhaps their persistent presence in the cathedral was what drove that guy with finding another palace. Vil did say that it would be absolutely foolish of them to manage 2 palaces simultaneously. Therefore, Riddle came with the next plan:

The metaverse Group will send the calling card and finish off the Taka Koizumi palace, while the real world team would gather up intel on Leona Kingscholar. It would only make his palace more quick to finish if they gathered info in advance.

And so, tomorrow, the calling card will be sent, as decided.

Wooooooop

Guess I got ya nicely in here... :3

2 palaces! Don't worry, we will still have a smol intermission. Very smol tho. :'3

Anyway... What do you think of our 4th palace ruler?

Damn will I have so much fun with this... >:3

So let's hear sum theories and maybe do some brainstorming...

Because sure af after the 4th palace, IDK what should be next. So suggestions are very much appreciated. :'3

Until next time! Buh bye!

[italoniponic]

Hiring I really want to rant about something but in too shy to do it on my main so I'll be anonymous!

So hear me out Playing the piano with Sam, it says that one of Sam's hobbies is playing the piano so imagine playing you are my sunshine on piano with him<33and silver too since I think he would play piano because it's calming to him so imagine this!

While yall were on a walk in the botanical garden yall came across a big piano, it was a sunny day with silvers animals friends following close behind yall "silver look it a piano!" You point to the piano with a soft smile of your face.Silver sees that smile and without noticing it he was also smiling, a smile that radiates the sun.Only for your eyes, his voice fills your ears sending a chill down your back...

"Would you like to play it?" He said in a tone as soft and fresh as snow, you nod you head and follow the prince like male to the piano.A piano sitting there for who-knows-how-long with vines crawling inside itself and on its legs,but the piano made no effort to remove them,only sitting there as if it welcomes the vines presences like how it welcomed yalls.Infact you think the piano incouraged the vines to keep going, to let them lean on it for support I'm it's life-

Ding

Snapping out of thought, you saw silvers slim finger pressed against the key.He beckoned you to sit down and you did, right beside him.You watch as his fingers danced across the keys, every so often you would hit a note together yall made a beautiful song, a sing the painted the air,sky,flowers,plants and even the animals that watched yall.The animals had gatherd around the grand piano watching as yall make life itself into a mere melody. "Awww this is so sweet" the white rabbit cooed, earning a squeak from the field mice "did you know silver played the paino??" One asked, "hmmm I don't think so" another spoke and the last mouse spoke in a somewhat harsh tone "do yall not pay attention!? He learned a few weeks ago after hearing y/n play it!" All of the animals were talking amongst themselves and sang praises about yall, but a single sparrow by the name pando only watched from afar.

The sparrow only watched "Why are they not doing anything?" The sparrow grumbled to itself, after some thinking about what it should do it came to a decision.Pando knew those other animals will only watch, they won't try to help like pando does.Pando has been trying to get yall together for sometime now but each attempt has failed.

Without any waring a sparrow knocks you on the side of you head,that little thing had alot of force for a tiny little bird.The pressure from that hot made you knock into silvers cheek, it didn't hit to where pando wanted to, infact pamdo wanted you to kiss his lips not his cheek but the sparrow digressed.Honestly humans aren't that smart, like how they think they are.

Ahhhh sorry for the essay 😭😭

I was listening to kou wo okiakete paino cover while listening to this <3

not a problem, dear anon <3 when you get more comfortable, you can actually send something on your main someday!

aaaaaa characters playing piano is one of my weaknesses <3 especially bc piano is one of my favorite instruments, all above the rest, so you already have my heart on this one

Sam playing the piano <3333 I'll actually write down this idea for later, if by any chance I get the right inspiration to write it. all credit to you ofc, since it's originally your idea!

I can imagine him playing some classic jazz, one of those old vintage love songs and he singing with his low voice, charming as he is. It would be with a older!reader, probably you two are running this little store for some time, he asked you for the job bc he likes your company and you're quite a good seller... but then, after hours, the store is closed and Sam is playing a little soft melody in the store's piano...

OMG OMG OMG I NEED TO WRITE IT DOWN JUST IN CASE THANK YOU FOR THAT

now, Silver's part <3 (or, in which Cherry stares at the text fondly, then giggles because of the animals then has a laughing breakdown because oooh I know where this is going)

I want to be canon that Silver knows a little bit of piano. Like, maybe one or two songs that Lilia taught him once and he kinda plays the keys more out of ear-intuition but it produces a good sound. Not super profissional but still charming and sweet

ngl at the middle, I thought "maybe Anon read 'I Wonder For You' since the animals are talking? should I mention this? it could be a coincidence tho" so when "but a single sparrow by the name pando only watched from afar" came out I LOST ALL MY SHIT

I JUMPED SO QUICKLY ON MY BED THAT MY CAT STARED AT ME ANGRY LIKE "what is more important than my beauty sleep that you can just be quiet and still, human???"

I was laughing all the way to the end FR sparrow @pandoa attacks again

still, kissing Silver's cheek <333 is better than doing nothing. Love it, love it, love it! Thanks, Anon, for this sweet little scenario you had. made my afternoon shine brighter, my coffee sweeter, my toast with butter more soft, my smile bigger, my cat... he hates when I move around my bed, he doesn't understand romance </3

also I agree, its a amazing cover and it fits all the scenario's feeling!

thank you, dear! you and everybody is always welcomed on my asks <3

[afrival]

Hetalia Characters and Their Music Tastes

I’ve been in the hetalia fandom for like a year now and I stg thinking abt what these bitches listen to NEVER gets old

no warnings

will feature mostly modern day music, like 1950s-2010s

I don’t know a lot of artists that don’t sing in English so there’s probably A LOT that I’m missing on here, not even including shit from like the 1800s

The Allies

Alfred:

Before He Cheats by Carrie Underwood, The Chain by Fleetwood Mac, Crazy In Love by Beyoncé

- Listens to basically everything, but particular fond of like 80s rock and early 2000s shit

- Likes country music bc ofc he does, a huge fan of Carrie Underwood, Sam Hunt, and The Band Perry

- Got his love of rock from England ��� Especially during the like the 60s-80s when Queen, The Beatles, and Elton John really popular

- They really only bond over their love for this period of music lmao like they would absolutely go ape during karaoke

- He loves more mainstream artists like Beyoncé, Taylor Swift, Lady Gaga, all those iconic mfs

- Probably enjoys old wartime music just for nostalgias sake. Shit from the 40s and he listens to Civil War tunes (Union Dixie lmao)

- Definitely listens to musicals and forces Ivan to as well. His favorites are Hamilton, Hairspray, and Chess

- LOVES LOVES LOVES The Backstreet Bogs holy shit. This man had a whole phase where he dressed like they did. Don’t even dare play I Want It That Way because he WILL sing along

- Speaking of which he’s actually a really good singer, like he probably used to sing at clubs and shit back in the day

- It’s very specific but I imagine his voice to sound like Taron Egerton’s cover of “Crocodile Rock” by Elton John

Arthur:

Killer Queen by Queen, Set Fire to the Rain by Adele, Tiny Dancer by Elton John

- Old man who had a weird punk phase in the 90s. Definitely listens to The Beatles and Gorillaz

- Like I said, he and Alfred bond over Queen and Elton and Bon Jovi and FUCKING Michael Jackson

- Refuses to admit he really likes Elvis

- Oh boy. He had so much fun in like late 2000s and early 2010s— Panic at the Disco, MCR, Green Day, he absolutely got his ears pierced during this time

- Doesn’t listen to like current mainstream music that much he will sob to Adele and probably really likes the Cry Baby album by Melanie Martinez.

- Francis plays so much Lady Gaga in the car that at this point he really likes her music

- He likes Ed Sheeran I am so sorry </3 and he absolutely gets bullied for it

- He can sing too honestly? I know I just said he listens to Ed Sheeran but I honestly think he kinda sounds like him too just maybe a little deeper

- Listen to Galway Girl and you’ll get a basic idea of what I imagine he sounds like

Ivan:

Dance and Cry by Mother Mother, Baby One More Time by Britney Spears, смерти Больше нет by IC3PEAK

- THIS MANS MUSIC TASTE MAKES NO SENSE. It ranges from fucking Aerosmith to Ic3peak to Lady Gaga

- Literally has every Mother Mother album downloaded and probably on Vinyl bc he’s a fucking dweeb

- Also a huge musical stannie, loves Wicked and Hairspray

- He and Al will split the parts to sing along to in the car

- Alfred made him listen to Britney Spears ONCE in like the 90s and now he’s obsessed

- Speaking of the 90s he went absolutely fucking ape during this time. The USSR wasn’t very big on western music but when it fell there was a HUGE influx of it and suddenly like it was just his favorite thing ever

- Alfred also got him into Carrie Underwood, literally lost of his music taste comes from Alfred forcing him to listen to shit

- During the 70s/80s he got really into Fleetwood Mac and Aerosmith, maybe even a little bit of disco but not a lot

- Went to a club with Al a few times and he won’t ever forget dancing to Footloose by Kenny Loggins at like one in the morning and having the absolute time of his life, easily one of his favorite memories

- Like I get so soft thinking about him just letting loose and actually having fun, even though he was very stiff and shit during the 1900s

- He can’t sing LMAO but my friend and I said once that he could lowkey rap really well and now it’s all I think about

Francis:

From Eden by Hozier, La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf, Primadona by Marina

- If you look up the gay agenda his playlist would just show up

- I mean seriously he has it all: Lana Del Rey, Taylor Swift, Beyoncé, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, and Lorde

- HOWEVER she does really enjoy softer sounding music. Edith Piaf, Louis Armstrong, and Vera Lynn are favorites of his

- Listens to the Les Mis soundtrack like once a month

- REALLY REALLY loves Hozier, like a whole lot. He’s probably one of his favorite artists along with Sufjan Stevens

- Even more of his homo playlist includes Marina, Madonna and Troye Sivan

- Bullies Arthur for liking Ed Sheeran but he also really likes Ed Sheeran, just refuses to admit it

- Stromae ofc 🙄🤚 can’t just not include like the most popular French musician or whatever

- He can also sing but he sounds kinda raspy, it’s nice tho

Yao:

- I don’t think he listens to music LMAO, if he does it’s probably instrumental

The Axis

Ludwig:

Elastic Heart by Sia, From Now On from The Greatest Showman, Natural by Imagine Dragons

- Also doesn’t really listen to music but my friend said that when he does it ranges from classical to heavy metal

- For some reason I think he really likes Sia, he seems like a Sia kind of guy

- Doesn’t listen to Hozier but really loves Take Me to Church

- Most of his music listening comes from giving Feli the aux in the car

- The whore listens to Imagine Dragons like he fucking loves them

- When The Greatest Showman came out he had the soundtrack on repeat for a solid month, From Now Onis one of his favorite songs ever

- Cannot sing Jesus Christ do not let him near a mic

Feliciano:

Thank u, next by Ariana Grande, Break My Stride by Matthew Wilder, Bella Ciao by Manu Pillas

- Pop music! So much pop!

- Loves Ariana Grande and Conan Gray

- Probably listens to A LOT of classical because of his time with Austria

- His music taste is kinda all over the fucking place and it’s mostly happy and peppy shit

- Weirdly tho he listens to GRLwood? Like it’ll just shhow up on shuffle and suddenly he’s an entire different person

- Will listen to absolutely everything just to find something that Ludwig likes, was so proud of himself when Ludwig really ended up loving The Greatest Showman

- Doesn’t sing but plays like 5 instruments. Violin and piano are his faves

Kiku:

It’s Been So Long by The Living Tombstone, Faded by Alan Walker, Ophelia by The Lumineers

- LISTEN. LISTEN. HE LOVES VIDEO GAME MUSIC AND FUCKING THE LIVING TOMBSTONE

- The fnaf songs are his guilty fucking pleasures, he fucking loves them

- Loves loves loves the Undertake Soundtrack

- Listens to a lot of anime openings 💀 Me too tbh they’re so good at for what

- Big fan of TheFatRat

- In general he enjoys techno shit? Idk what the word is but it’s a lot of instrumental

- Listens to regular music as well (The Lumineers especially)

- Likes listening to Elvis because it makes him happy to see Alfred having fun

- Feli also introduces him to a lot of music but he can never fucking remember the names of the songs or artists

- He hums a lot rather than sings, and it’s really soft and gentle

If anybody wants any more characters lmk bc I love coming up with these, also I do have playlists for these bitches 😎✌️ Spotify is in my linktree (bio)

[lovesgonnabe]

Love Is Worth It - Episode I

 It Was Just A Normal Day

Characters: Chris Evans x Maya Alonso-Evans (Black OFC)

Warnings: Angst, Nothing extreme but could upset some, cursing, slight Implied smut

Word Count: 2k

Summary: What happens when those that don’t agree with you or your love are in positions of power?

Authors Note: This is out a lot earlier than expected so I hope you all enjoy. Also it has been a while since I’ve written so please bear with my rustiness, and there’s slight edits so there may be errors.

Disclaimer: There is slight police abuse of power that may be triggering to some.

Taglist: @thesecretlifeofdaydreamss if you would like to join the taglist message me. 

Please leave a note and tell me what you think!

October 24th, 2019 

The day started out just like any other...

Chris woke up at 5am to go on a run with Dodger.

I got up 30 minutes later headed to our home gym got on the Peloton for a workout then get started on breakfast.

Chris and Dodger get back around 6:30am

At 6:45am Chris carries me to the shower where we have “spontaneous” shower sex till Delilah knocks on our door.

7:30am I get Delilah ready for school then we eat breakfast as a family while Chris and I play footsie under the table and he quizzes her on current events. Did I mention she’s only 5 years old...

At 8:30am Chris and Delilah are out the door headed to school since it’s on the way to the set for Chris’s next project.

At this time I’m just sipping coffee reviewing my appointment schedule at the office and I head out the door at 9am.

It was just a normal day but something felt off.

When I pulled out of the gate of my driveway I see a Boston PD car just sitting on the corner next to our noisiest neighbor Mrs. Goldheim. She’s 70 and acts like she has no business to tend to but mine when what she really should be doing is getting some of her own dick, so she can hop off my dick and mind her damn business.

Anyway I’m getting off topic, as I drive down the road that same police cruiser begins to follow me lights off and at a safe distance for about a mile and then turns left down Sycamore, I was mad confused but I didn’t have time to think about the weird ass Boston cops right now.

I got to the office around 9:45am, had my first client at 10am and from that point It was nonstop between facials to acne treatments to talking women who don’t need plastic surgery off of that ledge I had my hands full for it only being the middle of October. But hey that’s the life I signed up for when becoming a dermatologist.

My last meeting about my new skincare venture ended at 5:30pm and I went to pick up Delilah from after school care. We stopped by the supermarket to get groceries so I could hopefully make my abuelas famous arroz con pollo for dinner tonight.

As a treat we stopped at Cold Stone got two pints of chocolate devotion for our after dinner mini celebration. Since not even a month ago Delilah was moved ahead to the first grade and got an A on her recent math test.

This is where the normal day began to take a nosedive.

Around 8pm we were headed to the house from Cold Stone, my little Dede and I were talking about her day, and Chris called to let us know that filming ended a tad early and he was already home.

We are just around the corner when I see another police cruiser this time they were following a lot closer but yet again they had on no lights.

My hands began to clam up as I kept looking in the mirrors at the two white men in the vehicle following me.

As I pulled into my gate they followed me in. Rushing I parked, grabbed my purse, and got out, unhooked Delilah from the seat and carried her to the door.

“Excuse me Miss” one of the officers spoke stopping me before I could enter my home. I felt like I was frozen In place with a  hand on the doorknob.

“Mommy what’s wrong” Delilah asked looking at me with fright her big brown eyes. I turned around putting my shy ray of sunshine down, with a reassuring�� smile, I look at her and tell her that everything was alright as she hid behind my legs while the officers approached us.

It might be because I’m scared but it felt as if they both were towering over me, even though i was the one with the high ground standing on the steps. 

One man looked like he was on a mission while the other looked like he was just there for observation.

The younger one looked at Delilah and said “there is no reason to be afraid sweetheart we are the good guys” the tension was thick as Delilah looked up at me and no one said a word.

The older man of the two cleared his throat and looked at me dead in the eyes as if he was trying to intimidate me.

“Good Evening Miss, are you the nanny? I’m looking for your boss.” I raised an eyebrow ignoring the question and asked “can I please get her in the house?” both officers looked at each other weird since I didn’t answer his original question but both nodded.

I looked at my watch showing it to be 8:40pm usually I would kissing my man trying to figure out the best way to get him out of his clothes. But at the moment I’m standing on my steps scared for our life.

I unlocked the door and told her to go and get her dad who at the time was in the living room playing the grand piano. The beautiful sounds of the piano could be heard when I opened the door and as I closed the door you can hear Dodger bark and scurry toward the door.

The officer began to speak once more “now I’m going to ask you again Miss is your boss home?”

Placing my hand on my hip, I let out an exasperated sighed and said “if I had a boss and they were here I would be very confused”.

The younger officer eyes grew out of surprise and the older officer did not look too happy by my snarky remark.

“Miss please cooperate we don’t want any trouble, but since you can’t answer my questions hand over your license” the older officer said with a smug look and his gloved hand outstretched.

My stomach grew with a bubble of nerves even though it can’t be seen on my face i was scared.

“If I may ask officers what is this about this is my home have I done something wrong?” I huffed retrieving my license and handing it to the older officer, “we will see about that” he says and walks to the cruiser leaving the other officer in silence.

“Look we are just doing the job we were called out to do” the younger officer said to me I looked at him like he had two heads but before I could say another word Chris walked out the door closing it behind him.

He look so damn fine in grey sweats with a matching crew neck sweater, his gold chain I bought him for Father’s Day laying on top and his Red Sox cap pointed to the back.

He came up next to me wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing the top of my head, mumbling. “Baby are you alright?” he asks looking at me rubbing my back as I look at him.

I nod as a sense of calm settles over my body as he familiar sent and touch centers me and makes me feel safe.

“Is there a problem officer? He asked now removing his arm from my body to cross his arms and stand in front of me as if he was my bodyguard.

“Wow you’re Captain America” the officer said in shock as Chris and I rolled our eyes.

“Yea I know but I asked you is there a problem officer” Chris asked slowly getting closer to the younger now shitting his pants scared officer.

I love that he is trying to defend me but we don’t want to make matters worse so I grab his arm to pull him back a bit. Which didn’t work because all he did was softly move my hand a say “let me handle it love”.

I rolled my eyes and watched the shit show unravel. The officer stuttered and Chris cut him off.

“Look I know you are here to do your job but you are on my property and harassing my wife so I would like to know what the problem is what has she done?”

He didn’t look upset and Chris said it respectfully but it was just a feeling that Chris did not want to be fucked with at this moment.

There was another beat of awkward silence the officer was too scared to speak. Chris rubbed his beard and chuckled “can anyone answer my goddamn question as to my wife is in front of our home being harassed” it was like his voice dropped an octave and my panties got wet.

I’m literally trying to tell my brain to stop thinking about using my husband as my personal jungle gym, that this wasn’t the time for that, but I digress so to distract myself for a second I looked at my watch again stating it was only 9:20pm.

Damn I’m not sure if time was moving too slow or too fast but by the time I focused back on Chris and the officers they were being cussed the fuck out.

“What the fuck do you mean you have to take her because she fits the profile of a suspect, do you have a warrant, what the fuck did she even do officer!”

“Mr. Evans we understand that you are upset but we need you to calm down” the younger officer said to a red faced Chris.

“Don’t you tell me to fucking calm down when you are also trying telling me, you want to arrest my wife for some crime she didn’t commit because she’s black” Chris was now fuming.

“Sir this isn’t about race, there has been a string of burglaries in the neighborhood and she fits the description of the suspect we are looking for, we just want to take her in and ask a few questions” the older officer answered.

From where I was standing I could see everything especially how the officer had one hand on his gun holster and the other with cuffs ready to be put around my wrist.

All three men proceed to argue, I had to step in this was getting out of hand and in a minute I would not be the only one in handcuffs.

Walking over to the group who were now in the middle of my driveway with my hands out then they all went quiet.

“Chris honey it’s okay, this is ridiculous I know but let me go with them, you call Austin, tell him what’s happening and then come to the station I will be fine” I said looking at his blue eyes with slight tears as his breathing quickened.

I was hoping to be okay at least for Chris’s sake so he won’t kill the two men in front of me. He read me my rights with Chris now desperately pleading with them to release me.

As the older guard roughly grabs me pulling me towards the cruiser Delilah runs out of the house with Dodger behind her with tears in her eyes.

“Dede get back inside” Chris says as he grabs a barking Dodger who was headed straight for me “daddy why are they taking mommy, what’s wrong she said everything was ok” then she wails out “please don’t take my mommy” over and over while she kicked and screamed when Chris picked her up and ushered the 3 of them back into the house.

A tear slips down my face as my head is lowered into the car and the door to our home closes. One officer looked remorseful and the other looked so satisfied as he looked back at me through the rear view.

He threw on his sirens like he caught some mass murder that he’d been hunting for years.

Then he laughed a menacing laugh taunting me.

“You thought just because you are fucking some white man with money you would get off? Well I’m sorry to break it to you sweetheart but that not how the world works for people like you.” He said to me as I cried harder.

“That’s enough Whitmer I think she get it” the younger officer said.

The rest of the ride the only sound was the radio. I was booked and brought into a cell by myself cold and alone but thanking god that at least I was alive and not hurt.

All I could think about was the smile on my little Delilah’s face and how today was just supposed to be just another Normal day.

I guess those are slim when you’re Black in White America.

[nostraightheadcanons]

Imagine after you defeat an artist they become PLAYABLE, what weapons/instruments do you think each NSR artist would have in battle?

(cracks knuckles) anon you just released the game design maniac within me

djss: a dj set, he’s stationary while he attacks. shoots 3 planets with decent range and good homing ability. slower than mayday’s guitar but more powerful, and the attack button can be held for a single stronger attack

sayu: her trident of nepyune, feels and works like polearms in genshin impact (but less movement) and has a 5-hit combo that ends in a long ranged but thin and weak laser.

yinu: a piano but like how zukes drumset isnt an actual drumset because lugging around an actual grand piano would be hell, like zuke’s drumset but a lot faster and more combo heavy, can either shoot progressions (individual attacks that are weak but increase with more hits) or chords (one big attack that comes out slower but does more damage), so it’s like zuke’s drums but a lot more diverse and quicker, with the downside of beign weaker

1010: they do have weapons ingame (shoot lasers) but i think that they would have basic melee kicks (since they have Dem Legz) because there’s not really a lot you could do withthem without making them separate characters and that would be a lot of effort

neon j: he would work like a puppet/summoner fighter, he’d summon various mini 1010 units that would attack like how they attacked in game, and white is a shield generator because he doesn’t have an actual attack ingame. he’s completely stationary when he summons them and they’re randomized

eve: she would use hands and legs, with a 6-hit base combo (hand-hand-feet-hand-hand-feet). arguably the slowest but does (mayday voice) MASSIVE DAMAGE MASSIVE DAMAGE!!! they’re summoned either in a radius around her or in a rectangle in front of her, and have large hitboxes so she’s good at crowd control

tatiana: she’d have her clock hands ofc, 3-hit combo that would work kind of like Every Swordfighter In Smash (swipe-swipe-lunge swipe), long reach and gets a bit of forwards movement at the end of her combo so she’s actually one of the more well-rounded of the crew

[blush-and-books]

Canonverse, mutual pining, confession, and a guitar! (this is willies-skateboard btw) No pressure ofc! I bet you're getting a lot of these

lol hi!! i started combining a lot of these because they are so similar. yours and one that said “Canon-verse, mutual pining, confession, Perfect Harmony” fit really well!!!! enjoy :)

TW: blood?? its an analogy and its not like graphic i swear i just. started and couldn’t stop. sorry? 

When Julie got home from school on a fateful Friday afternoon, she ran to the garage that has once again become her second home with the hope that the boys would be there. 

(Well, specifically, Luke. But she loves them all.)

What she doesn’t expect to walk in on a nearly empty garage, except for the ghost who owns her heart, who has a guitar in his hands and is strumming away at a familiar song. A song that he didn’t know -- or at least, definitely shouldn’t know -- and humming along to the exact melody of the words. 

He was playing the love song that she wrote for him to try and catch all of the love she had for him so that it didn’t accidentally overflow and come out at inopportune moments. Writing the song was almost a little like blood-letting; she did it to try and get all of the love out. 

But just like how blood-letting wasn’t a medically effective method to treat  sickness, writing Perfect Harmony did not dispel the butterflies in her stomach when Luke smiled a smile that was just for her, or the ache in her heart whenever he looked at her like he had struck gold. She was stuck loving a ghost. It didn’t help that this same ghost was able to hug her and hold her hand all of the time, either.

Now, those callused hands were plucking out the notes that she had written herself, and his head was bopping along with the beat, and it sounds almost exactly how she had imagined it but that was all it was ever supposed to be: Something she imagined. 

Her blood was spilled on those pages; each drop of crimson laced with an overdose of affection. 

And it was all bare to him now. 

“Why are you playing that?”

Her voice is shakier than she has ever heard it before. Luke looks up from the paper that had the notes he was following, smiling wide -- but his lips curl down when he sees the mortified look on her face.

“You left it out in your room, and I went in there to find where I left my beanie the other night, and…” He trails off, moving the guitar from his lap to approach her. “Did I do something wrong?”

In any other case, yes. But she was just stupid. Luke is allowed to go into her room if he ever needs to, it’s more the snooping that she has a problem with -- but he wasn’t even snooping. It was out in the open. 

She didn’t bandage her arm properly, and the blood continued to spill. 

“No,” she croaks, looking intently at one of the plants back behind the grand piano. “No, I- I did.”

And then she spins around, because oh my God he found the song and oh my God does he know it’s for him, but the second she steps out of the garage, he’s poofing in front of her. She ends up running right into his chest, when he rests his hands on her upper arms to keep her in place. 

“Jules, what’s up? Is something wrong with the song? I just saw it, and it was really good, and I thought we could practice it when you got home-”

“It was really good? That’s all you think?”

It feels like the wound has been ripped open. The song didn’t work, so she has to get out more -- and Luke is right here, and she’s shocked, so it looks like the blood will continue to spill onto him. 

Can’t he see that she’s been bleeding for weeks? She’s tired. She wants him to stop the bleeding. 

His thumbs trace soft circles against her shoulders as his eyebrows furrow together at seeing her anguish. “Well, I mean- It’s amazing, Julie. Everything you do is. Whoever you wrote it for is going to really love it.”

The blood is on his hands and he can’t see it. 

God, she’s so tired.

“Do you?” She asks, heart racing in her chest trying to pump all of the blood out of her body and get her to stop feeling like this. His hands grasp around her arms tighter, like he’s shocked and is desperately hoping she’s saying what he wants her to be saying. “Do you really love it?”

Finally, he sees it. The crimson. The love dripping from Julie’s wounds, his name embedded in the DNA. His hands slide up her arms and to her neck, allowing his thumbs to resume their tracing along her cheeks and jaw. 

“Do I love it?” He repeats, extra emphasis on the eye. Between his hands, Julie nods. Magnetically, he leans into her farther. “I do. I really love it.”

There’s a double meaning in there too -- Julie catches the small scratch on his arm opening up for her. 

“You wanna come play it with me? I wanna show you how I was thinking of playing it on the guitar.”

The guitar. The beautiful guitar that played him in during her fantasy, and now she gets to hear it for herself, straight from his fingers. She wants nothing more.

And she tells him as much. 

For the next hour, she sits in his arms, with his guitar being shared in her lap. His hands overlap hers and their arms are entangled, and eventually, they are distracted from the guitar and more focused on tracing the scars that they had inflicted for one another. 

As his index finger runs up the inside of her forearm, right along her veins, she can feel her cut sealing together, and the bleeding has finally stopped. She doesn’t need to dispose of her love for him anymore -- not now that he’s wrapping her up in him, determined to show her all of the love from him she’s been missing.

[wiypt-writes]

Riding High

Ch20: When The Bough Breaks

Chapter Summary: Fliss finds herself in an impossible position…and her decision tips Frank’s world upside down.

Chapter Warnings: Bad Language words.

 Chapter Pairings:  Frank Adler x OFC Fliss Gallagher

 A/N: Don’t hate me… 

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Fliss Gallagher and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Riding High Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Chapter 19

And this day’s ending is the proof of time, killing all the faith I know.

 “Was that another one?” Frank asked as Fliss tossed her phone onto the coffee table with an angry snort.

 She nodded, pinching the bridge of her nose.

Frank sighed and looked at her “Honey…” “I know, I know…” she looked at him. “Look, I’ve made notes of every time I’ve had one so… its recorded. But again, it’s not like we can prove anything…they happen like twice a day and then nothing…hardly what they’ll call harassment.” Frank shifted slightly “This has been going on for 2 weeks now sweetheart.” “I’m well aware of that.” she snapped, before she shook her head “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get angry…not at you.” “Come here…” he said, opening his arms and she snuggled into him, leaning against his chest as his hand gently ran up and down her arm. “Maybe you should think about changing your number…and not putting the new one on the website.” “Yeah.” she conceded, “It’s not gonna help for work though…” “You can work round it.” he said, “Keep the business line and if you’re not there people will have to leave a message. Then, once you know your clients…you can give them your cell number.”

 “Fucking ass hole is still making my life awkward.”

 “Only if you let him. It’s a minor inconvenience to change your number but, if in the grand scheme of things all he has in his back pocket is sending you some dumbass birthday card and silent phone calls then…he’s just a pathetic fucking loser that’s trying to bully you into being scared.” “I’m not scared, just pissed off.” she shook her head “I know he’s a chicken shit, he wouldn’t dare come near me not when you’re on the scene…or my dad for that matter.” “Good, because if he did I’m not sure I’d be able to control myself.” Frank said softly.

“Maybe we should just pay someone to kill him.” Fliss said after a moment’s pause and Frank let out a snort “Bullet straight between the eyes.”

“Nah, too quick.” Frank sniffed, reaching for his beer “I’d dangle him over a tank of hungry sharks and lower him in inch by inch…”

“Or we could feed him to pigs, like in Hannibal.” Fliss mused.

 “That’s also an option…no trace” he nodded taking a mouthful of beer.

 “You know they should teach this shit at schools” Fliss reached for her own drink “How to get rid of bodies. I feel it is something everyone should be educated in.” “Maybe you should mention it to Bonnie. Tell her you feel it is an educational rite of passage or some other inspiring shit like that…”

 Fliss laughed, placing her wine glass down and shifting so that she was led on her front, half on-half off Frank, looking up at him as her chin rest on his chest.

“On a scale of 1 to 10 how much of a meltdown are we facing with Mary on tomorrow morning?”

 “From her current mood I’d suspect a good 4 and a half, maybe a 5.” he mused, before he looked at Fliss “I don’t much care, she’s going whether she wants to or not.” “When do the University Classes start again?”

 “Not till second week in October.”  Frank replied “Which reminds me, I need to submit that funding form tomorrow…” “It’s on the table.” Fliss said, as she correctly guessed from the look on his face he was pondering where he had put it.”

“What would I do without you?” he grinned down at her.

 “I have absolutely no idea.” she shrugged and he smiled and leaned down pressing a kiss to her lips.

 “Did you speak to Evelyn before?” Fliss asked him and he nodded.

 “She’s coming down this weekend.” Frank said, “She’s still on about Mary going to Boston for a weekend.” “You still not comfortable about her going?” Fliss asked.

 Frank wrinkled his nose “I don’t know if I trust her fully yet.” “You’ll never know you can unless you give her a chance.” Fliss reasoned

 “You think I should let her go?” Frank said, slightly surprised.

 “That’s not my decision to make, Frank” Fliss shook her head.

 “No, but I value your opinion.” Frank looked at her. “Go on, tell me what you think.” Fliss hesitated for a moment before she sat up and turned her body so she was facing him, her legs tucked underneath her on the sofa. “If it was me in your position, I’d give Evelyn a chance. She’s played ball so far, done everything you’ve asked her to. You’ve got legal guardianship of Mary so she can’t pull any stupid stunts, and if Mary comes back and tells you something she did that you don’t like, well, you cut the visits.” Frank looked at Fliss before he took another drink from his beer bottle. He was torn in two. In one respect he wanted Mary to be happy and it certainly seemed that she enjoyed seeing Evelyn, but on flip side he was still more than comfortable with keeping his Mother at arm’s length.

“I’ll think about it.” he shrugged, non-committedly.

 “Well, you should also ask Mary.” Fliss said “She might not even want to go.” “She will.” Frank said, “Evelyn has a piano.” Fliss laughed “Yeah, but she’s also bossy, remember?”

 “Yeah, I had heard that.” Frank said, and Fliss chuckled again.

 “Well, can you not think about it right now?” she said, taking the beer bottle out of his hand.

“Hey…” he pouted as she put it down on the table, his pout soon turned into a smirk as Fliss moved so she was straddling him on the sofa, his t-shirt that she’d been lounging around in rode up her thighs slightly and his hands rubbed up the side of her bare skin. “Something on your mind baby girl?”

 “What makes you think that?” she asked, sliding her hands up his chest, over the soft material of his top.

 “Just a hunch…” he mumbled, as he reached up and gently gripped the back of her neck, pulling her head down to meet his.

****** “Hey Frank…”

 Frank looked up and smiled at Alan as he walked into the work shop.

 “Hey Alan, not seen you in a while, how you doing?” “Good…I’m good. I was just wondering if I could have a word in my office.”

 “Sure.” Frank frowned “Is err, everything ok?” “Oh, yeah, it’s nothing to worry about…quite the opposite in fact…” “Alright, well me just finish piecing this oil filter together and I’ll be with you.”

 “Sure.” Alan said, “No rush.” 

Frank quickly tightened the filter back up, gave it the once over before he set down his tools and hopped off the boat, wiping his hands on a rag before he walked through the door at the back of the workshop and down the small corridor that led to the main office at the rear of the shop. He knocked sharply on the door and then swung it open as Alan looked at him, gesturing for him to take a seat whilst he finished up his call. Eventually, he bid the person on the other end good bye and placed the receiver down.

 “Relax, Frank…” Alan chuckled as Frank adjusted his jeans for what felt like the 30th time since sitting down.

 “Sorry.” Frank nodded, scratching at his temple. “So errr, do you need me to do something or...” “In a manner of speaking, yes.” Alan said “As you know Paul is retiring at the end of the year, which means the Head Mechanic role is up for grabs…and I was wondering if you’d be interesting in taking the position.” “Me?” Frank’s eyes widened slightly

Alan nodded “I know in the grand scheme of things you haven’t been here long but you’ve impressed me, just like Bill said you would. You knuckle down, you do the overtime if needed, you don’t complain…I like you Frank, and the team does to.” “I err…” Frank scratched the back of his neck. “I’m flattered…but I’ve never managed a team before or…”

“You were an Assistant Professor at one stage right?” Alan eyed him and Frank sighed, nodding “You must have had a research team…” “Yeah, but…” “It’s no different.” Alan shook his head, “And I’m here to help and give you some guidance. I’m not quite ready to retire fully yet. Not like Bill, only so much golf I can play before I go fucking nuts.” Frank snorted “Yeah, not gonna lie, it’s not my thing…” Alan looked at him “The duties won’t be that much different Frank. You’ll just be in charge of booking the jobs in, allocating them to the guys, keeping on top of deadlines and general management of the team…means a little less time spent actually getting your hands dirty but…well, you can manage that yourself. You wanna take a job you take it.”

 “Can I take a bit of time to think it over?” he asked.

“Sure. Take a few days, let me know. I’d like to have whoever is taking over in a position to start the handover by the start of October if possible so…” “Thanks.” Frank nodded “I’ll give it some thought.” “Oh, and it also comes with a Ten thou a year raise…” Alan casually dropped in as Frank stood up “Plus a bonus each year of up to 20 percent, depending on how well you’ve done on your targets” “Just a minor detail you forgot to tell me.” Frank arched an eyebrow.

 “Well, I wanted to make sure you’d consider it for the right reasons not merely the financial incentive.” Alan shrugged “Another reason I’m convinced you’re perfect for the job.” Frank nodded and with that he left the office. Given that it was almost lunch time he took his break 15 or so minutes earlier and headed out into the September sun, pulling out his phone.

 “Hey Sailor.” Fliss greeted him.

 “Hey Cowgirl.” he smiled, leaning against the hood of his truck sipping a bottle of water “You got a sec.” “For you, always. What’s up?”

“Nothing, nothing bad anyway…I just got offered a promotion.”

 “Frankie that’s amazing!” She gushed “You sound surprised though.” “I am, a little.” he said, before he launched into an explanation of what Alan had told him and what the job would entail, plus the financial incentives.

 “Wow!” she said as he finished talking “Baby, that’s fantastic. I’m so proud of you!”

Frank felt himself blushing at her praise, and despite the fact he couldn’t even see her he rubbed at his neck slightly. “So, you think I should take it?” “Of course I do.  But at the same time, if you don’t want to then…you don’t have to. This is a great position to be in honey, Alan’s clearly seen your potential.”

 “Just not sure If I’m cut out to be management.” he said, biting his lip.

 “I had the same thoughts about my business you know.” she spoke gently “I wasn’t sure if setting up on my own after everything that happened was gonna work but then Dad told me that I’d never know unless I took the plunge. Have a little faith in yourself. The only person who doubts your capability is you.”

Frank smiled at her words and looked up and out over the Marina “You always know exactly what to say.” “Not really, I make most of it up as a go along.” she said and Frank laughed. “But, just think, with the extra money you can get a new car…” “There’s nothing wrong with my truck.” “Frank, it’s died on you 4 times in the last 2 weeks. Dad reckons his ride on lawnmower has more power under the hood than that thing”

 “Ok, I’ll admit…she’s getting a little clunky…but she is into her twenties now….” Fliss snorted “You could get yourself a nice Audi…”

“Fuck off.” Frank said and she laughed

 “I like Simon’s car…” “You like it so much you get one.”

“Would never fit Thor in the back.” she said and Frank had to concede she had a point “But now you’re freelancing…you don’t actually need a truck do you?” “No, but…it’s handy…” “Handy, baby it only has three seats…” “And a flatbed…” Frank pouted slihglty. “So get one with five seats.” she shrugged. “You can buy trucks with a full cab…”

“This is not a good enough reason to get me to take the promotion…” 

“You want a better reason?” She said. “Ok, well here’s some food for thought…when the lease is up on our place maybe we could look into buying. You know I don’t wanna rent forever, I want us to have something for the future that’s ours, and the extra money you get a year would make a difference in what we can borrow towards it.” And just like that, as always, she’d managed to sideswipe him. He’d be lying if he hadn’t considered getting back on the property market, he had savings after all…but he’d given it no more thought than a fleeting idea every now and then when he drove past places with real estate signs in the front yards

 “This mean you’re coming round to the idea of marrying me and having baby Franks and Flisses?” She snorted “You’re such a dick…although that’s the only time you’ve ever mentioned that when you’re sober.” “So you’re saying that if I ask you when I’m not drunk you’d say yes?” he teased. “Goodbye Frank…” She teased in an airy voice, before she cut the call.

 Chuckling to himself he slid the phone back into his pocket and headed back inside to grab his lunch from the fridge in the kitchen. As he did so he passed Paul who was heading out with a fresh cup of coffee.

 “Oh, erm…Alan…” Frank looked at him. “So, turns out I don’t need as much time to think about it as I thought I did. I’ll take the job.” Alan smiled at him and pat him on the shoulder “Good man. I’ll get the wheels in motion and then we can work out how we start to transfer Paul’s responsibilities over.”

Frank nodded at him as he walked off.

 “Oh…” Alan called after him, “We’ll also need to pick your car.”

“My car…” Frank frowned.

 “Yeah, did I not mention? Paul’s BM…that’s a company car. I’m gonna let him keep it as a retirement present so we’ll need to order you another one. Not least because I don’t want my Head Mechanic driving around in that heap of shit you have. Looks like we don’t pay you enough…” Frank stood there, eyebrows raised as Alan simply smirked at him and left. Shaking his head, he gave a little groan, already imagining Fliss’ face when he told her.

*****

Fliss had reacted exactly how he had thought she would, laughing hysterically and then teasing him about how he had no alternative now than to get rid of the heap of shit he was ridiculously attached to. She’d then spent the evening looking at cars on her phone, showing him ridiculously pimped out vehicles in various vile colours, the final straw being a hot-rod red for Mustang with gold rims and flames painted down the side. At that point he’d snatched the phone out of her hand, grabbed her hips and pulled her down under him on the couch and given her something else to think about for half an hour or so.

September ticked by, in the usual speed by which time seemed to be flying for Frank and he found himself thrown into his job, soaking up Paul’s experience of managing the team as much as he could. He was also extremely grateful for both Fliss and Bill’s input, both of them having dealt with managing staff and rotas so he was able to ask them both questions as well. Naturally, when V heard about it she insisted on cooking him a special dinner, and even Evelyn presented him with a very nice bottle of Scotch when she came to visit as a Congratulations.

 Another bit of good news for them was that once Fliss changed her phone number the calls stopped as well. Frank was glad about that, because it meant that once again they’d thwarted the ass holes attempts to intimidate her. She’d made a blog, however, of every call she had gotten which now sat in Greg’s files along with the Card. Just in case.

Nope, on the whole life seemed to be going well for the pair of them.

“Someone’s looking smug…” Greg teased Frank as he leaned back in the chair around Greg’s large outdoor table. It was a Saturday at the start of October and they’d finally got round to having that cook out and gathering that the Circle of Truth had been attempting to organise round everyone’s schedule for the last 3 months.

 “Well, you know…life’s pretty good.” Frank smiled, sipping his beer, his eyes straying to Fliss who was stood around the bar area to the right of the garden with Bonnie, Zara and Lisa. She was dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a tie-died off the shoulder sweater but as usual, she looked stunning.

 “You got a ring yet?” Jake asked, dropping down into a seat next to him.

 “Oh don’t you start as well.” Frank groaned as Simon and Greg both laughed. “We’re happy as we are…besides, we’ve not even been together a year yet…” “Not far off.” Jake shrugged “Man, when you know you know…” “He’s just scared she’ll say no.” Simon teased. Frank stilled for a moment and then turned to glare at the man. “Shit, you are?” Simon frowned “No, not especially but…” Frank shook his head, trying to find the words to explain “I’m absolutely, totally convinced I want to spend the rest of my life with her, and I know she feels the same but…well she’s been married before and I don’t want to ask until I know she’s ready to do it again.”

Greg looked at him, nodding “I get that.”

“That’s gotta be the most grown up think you’ve ever said…” Jake looked at Frank who flipped him off but deep down he had to admit, it wasn’t wrong. He knew that both he and Fliss had come a long way from the people they had been just over 14 months ago when they had first met. Fliss had come alive, flourished even in herself, and he…well, he’d learnt that there was more to life than the meaningless cycle of one night stands and that flying by the seat of his pants wasn’t always the most productive thing to do. Both of them had been broken in their own way, had their own guards and walls around themselves which the other had managed to smash straight through. He stole another glance at Fliss and smiled, he knew there was no other woman for him, but in the same breath…what was the rush? They had a life time. And a ring and a piece of paper wasn’t going to change any of that.

 “Man you grew up…” Simon grinned and Frank rolled his eyes.

 “Look, I’ll have you know I’ve brought up a kid since the age of 6 months…all this shit about me being a man child…It’s crap…”

 “Whatever man…we all know you’re not a grown up until you have scatter cushions on your sofa…” Simon teased, referencing the previous week when he and Bonnie had come over for drinks and Fliss and Frank had had a jokey argument about said cushions. Frank threw his head back in a huge bout of laugher, shaking his head.

 “Fuck you!” he said, looking at him as Simon grinned.

 “Anyway, man…speaking of weddings…” Greg turned to Jake “You’ve been engaged for what? Three years now…when you gonna set a date?”

“He has a point…” Simon looked at him.

“Well, you can all shut the fuck up because for your information we have.”

“Shut the front door!” Greg grinned

 Jake nodded and took a large mouthful of his beer.

 “So you gonna tell any of us or…” Jake glanced over at Lisa before he yelled her name and she looked over at him, the other women also looking up. 

“Can we tell them now babe?” he called. Lisa grinned and nodded, and then made her way over followed by Zara. Fliss looked at Bonnie who shrugged, and the two of them picked up their drinks and followed.

 Fliss perched on Frank’s knee and he slid one hand round her waist the other dropped to her thigh.

 “So, we have set a date for the wedding.” Lisa smiled to a huge shriek from Zara. Frank spotted Fliss looking at Bonnie, the two of them sharing a significant smirk and he squeezed her thigh.

 “Stop being a bitch.” he said in a low voice.

 “Rude…” she mumbled, grinning into her gin. “6th April next year…” Jake grinned. “At Hardemans Secret Garden in Dover, Tampa.” “Well unless you invented a time machine, it ain’t gonna be this year is it?” Simon looked at him, before he gave a yell as Bonnie slapped him round the back of the head.

 “Obviously you’re all invited.” Jake said, “Except for Simon.” “Hang on, if he isn’t coming does that mean I can’t?” Bonnie pouted.

“You can be my plus one.” Fliss nodded.

 “Oi…” Frank nipped her thigh gently. She grinned at him, ruffling his hair slightly. He jerked his head out of her reach and looked at her over his aviators. She stuck her tongue out at him and he grinned.

 “Guys this is great news…” Greg said, nodding “Best dig the suit out.” “You wear a suit to work every day.” Zara looked at him. 

“And you won’t need to.” Jake shook his head. “In fact none of you will…my brother is best man, obviously, but I’d like you guys there as my Groomsmen…that is, if you’re up for it.” Frank smiled at Greg, then Simon before they all shrugged.

“Yeah, I’m in…” Greg smiled.

“Me too pal, I’m honoured.” Frank smiled, tipping his beer bottle in Jake’s direction.

“Does this mean we get to plan the Batchelor party?” Simon asked. Jake nodded with a grin and Simon leaned back “Oh this is gonna be beautiful….”

***** “You’re fucking mental.” Frank looked at Fliss as she shrugged, circling Cap back round to the jump which Joanne had just hiked up another foot. He shook his head and turned away “I can’t watch.” “Don’t’ be a chicken Frank.” Mary grinned up at him, “It’s cool…I wanna do that some day.” “Over my dead body.” Frank looked down at her.

“Yeah you said that about me going to Boston.” “No, that’s not what I said.” Frank sighed, looking at her “I said over my dead body were you going to live with Evelyn….and did you?” “No…” Mary conceded “But you’re letting me go back for a weekend.”

“Yes, because you’re going for 2 nights and coming home” he said, and despite himself he turned his head to see Fliss sail Cap over the huge jump.

“See….” Fliss said, pulling the horse up to a stop “Easy…” “Whatever you say sweetheart.” he shook his head.

“Can I jump Monty soon?” Mary asked, and Fliss smiled.

“Yeah we can do a little cross pole…” “I give in…” Frank groaned, throwing his hands out to the side “The pair of you are nuts.”

“Says the guy who almost cried when he had to order a new car.” Fliss looked at him and Frank rolled his eyes “I mean who does that?” “Yeah Frank…” Mary said, swinging off the fence to the paddock, leaning back to look at him. “You get to swap a rust bucket for a shiny new Mitsubishi and you were like heartbroken.” “Hey, me and that truck have seen a lot of action-“ “I don’t wanna know…” Fliss started.

“Of which you’ve been part of…” he smirked her and she flushed a little, grinning. “I’m kinda attached to it.” “It’s a lump of metal.” Fliss looked at him.

“How dare you.” Frank scoffed, feigning offence.

“Well now you can have new adventures in the new truck.” Mary shrugged “Simples.” “When you do get it I vote the first thing we do is load it up and head off for a picnic somewhere.” Fliss said, hopping off Cap.

“I can go with that.” Frank nodded as she turned and walked towards the gate, letting her out.

 “Can I take him?” Mary asked, hopping down off the fence. 

“Sure…” Fliss said, handing her the reins. Mary led the horse away to the barn as Fliss removed her hat and pulled out her bobble, shaking her long hair free before she tied it back up again.

“I really do like it that colour.” Frank mused after a second, watching her. She blushed a little, and he knew why. A week ago she’d come back from the salon, her usually bright auburn hair was a lot more demure, having had caramel put through the ends. When Frank had complimented her on the change she’d gotten a little shy and said that she used to have it like that when she was younger, but John had always wanted her to keep it her natural colour. Now she felt like she fancied a change. Her admission had once again, knocked Frank for, how simple little things like that were so huge for her.

She pulled off her riding gloves, shoved them into her back pocket and they walked into the barn as Mary opened Cap’s stable and led him inside. As always, the large horse bowed his head gently to allow Mary to undo his bridle and Fliss smiled. Cap was secretly her favourite after Heidi. He was such a loving animal, despite his size always being so gentle and careful around people, especially Mary. Most animals were like that around her, she just had this aura that they seemed to like. But then again, everyone said that animals were a good judge of character.

 “Can we go to the shack for dinner?” Mary spoke up, looking at Frank “It is Saturday…”

 “Oh, I dunno…” Frank sighed, “Not sure my heap of shit truck will get us there.” “No but Fliss’ jeep will.” Mary shrugged and Frank shook his head with a snort.

“You literally have an answer for everything.”

 “Wonder where she gets that from…” Fliss looked at him and he nudged her gently with his elbow.

 “So can we go or not?”

 “Yes, ok we can go to the shack.” Frank said “But the deal is you tidy your room when you get home. It’s a disgrace.” Mary pondered this for a moment as Fliss undid the girth on Cap’s saddle, pulling it off.

 “Deal.” she nodded “Only Fliss said she was gonna help me sort my clothes out…some of them don’t fit anymore.”

“Yeah we do that tomorrow morning.” Fliss smiled, “Then we can look at ordering you some warm stuff for New York.” “Are we still getting matching sweaters when we get there?” “No.” Frank said, at the same time Fliss nodded.

“Yes.” “No, we’re not.” Frank looked at her. 

“Errr 2 vs 1 Sailor, you’re outvoted.” she shrugged, pushing past him with the saddle on her arms. “But if you’re a good boy we’ll let you pick them right Mary?” “I dunno.” Mary frowned “Have you seen his shirts?” Fliss let out a roar of laughter and turned to face her, before she looked at Frank, laughing even harder at the pure indignation on his face. 

“I hate you both.” he said sullenly, folding his arms.

 The Shack was busy by the time they arrived but given that it wasn’t too cold they managed to find a small table outside and ordered their food, Mary getting through an astonishing amount considering but the Frank had noticed she was going through a bit of a growth spurt which he mentioned to Fliss when they were snuggled up on the sofa later.

“Not sure getting her any stuff for New York yet is wise.” he mused “If she carries on like she is it won’t fit her.”

“Well we can wait…Fliss said shrugging, her hand rubbing at Frank’s stomach under his shirt. “You have no idea how excited I am…” “Really?” Frank snorted “You never mentioned it.” “Oh piss off” she laughed, before she sighed happily “It’s the one thing I miss about home and Boston…you know this time of year the leaves would be changing colour and falling,…”

“I know what you mean.” he said, his hands carding through her hair “You don’t really Seasons here.”

“Well you do…” Fliss said, “Hurricane and Summer.” Frank let out a laugh as she looked up at him. “You know you’re my hurricane.”

“What?” he looked at her

 “Came into my life, blew it all upside down…” “Jesus you talk some shit!” he laughed, shaking his head as she grinned. 

“You know there was actually a hurricane Frank back in 2010. So I’m not talking complete shit…” “Whatever Sweetheart…” he snorted, leaning back as her nails scratched against his stomach. He gave a twitch and grabbed her wrist, and looked down at her as she flashed him a coy look. “Stop it.”

“What, this?” she moved and used her other hand, and Frank let out a hiss as he shifted and grabbed that one too.

 “You know what that does to me…” he looked at her, his voice low.

 “Yup.” she nodded, grinning.

 With a jerk of his arms he pulled her forward so she fell onto him fully, drawing a giggle from her as her nose bumped against his.

 “I fuckin’ love you.” he smiled at her, and she grinned, giving him a soft kiss.

 “Yeah, you’ve told me once or twice…” she smirked, her lips locking onto his.

******

 “Fliss?”

 “Office…” she called back, and a second or so later Joanne popped her head into the room.

 “Everything’s done.” she said, “I was gonna lock up…you’re not normally here this late.”

 “Yeah I know but I have some paper work to sort. Need to file a couple of things and, well, thought it would be easier to do it here than take everything home. Frank’s taken Mary bowling so…” “And you’d rather be here doing paper work?” Joanne teased.

“Sadly, it needs doing…besides, last time we went I kicked his ass, again, he sulked for hours.” Fliss snorted “Maybe he stands more of a chance against Mary.”

“Won’t he let her win?” Joanne asked “I mean, she is only eight…”

“No chance.” Fliss looked at Jo. “He says that she needs reminding every now and then that she’s not a genius at everything…” Joanne let out a laugh “Fair enough. Ok, well I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, bye Jo…”

 Fliss set about getting to work, filing the various bills and disclaimers she’d had signed and started then sifting through the list of clients and payments, checking who owed what and typing out the bills for the month. Once they were printed and placed in envelopes, ready to be tacked to the stable doors in the morning she glanced at the clock and realised it was almost 8 pm.  Frank and Mary should be home now.

She was just about to pack up when she realised she hadn’t gone through the post for the day. For a second she debated leaving it for the morning, but decided she would get it over with. There wasn’t much- mostly a couple of letters from various equestrian societies around the area about a few events going on, but the last one she reached was a manila envelope with the address typed out on the front.

 She turned it over, opened it and then pulled out the contents and immediately felt her blood run cold as she looked at the paper in front of her. It was a copy of the photo of her and Mary, taken from the first Blog that Mary had written over the summer. Underneath it was typed a simple message- I always knew you’d suit motherhood.

 Fliss swallowed, it didn’t take a genius to work out who it was from but for the first time since his ridiculous campaign now she was actually frightened as to the meaning behind this. Up until now it he’d been nothing more than annoying but this was designed to be more than an aggravation.

 It was a threat. A direct threat telling her he knew about Mary.

 Whilst Fliss wasn’t Mary’s mother, and would never claim to be she loved that girl like she was her own and the fact that John was even brining her into this made her feel physically sick, so much so that she felt the bile rising in her throat and with a sharp heave she lurched to the side, grabbing the waste paper basket and hocking up the bitter substance. Coughing she wiped the back of her mouth with a shaking hand, reaching for the bottle of water on her desk.

 She folded the photo up and stuck it back in the envelope, shoving it in the drawer before she stood up and locked her office, heading to her jeep. Her mind was reeling, now it wasn’t just her he was focussing on, this changed everything. Did she tell Frank? She knew she should, she couldn’t leave Mary in danger. Not that she believed any harm would come to her, not really, especially not under Frank’s care but that was another worry she had. That if she told Frank this, it was really going to push him over that edge into blind rage, and he’d been on the first plane out to Boston, hunting the fucker down…and then what?

 He ended up in jail himself because Fliss knew Frank well enough to understand that if that blind rage took hold, he wouldn’t stop.

 She had no answer to this, nothing. She sat in her jeep, staring out of the window, trying to force the thoughts and mumbles and voices in her heat to quiet, so she could think clearly, get some form of grasp on what it was she needed to do. And then one voice was screamed at her, clearly, giving her a solution…the only one she could viably see working.

With a loud sob, Fliss covered her face in her hands, unable to see an alternative to the decision she had just reached. A decision that was going to break her heart more than anything had ever done before.

******

“Hey, you’re late…”  Frank looked up, immediately frowning as he saw Fliss’ face. “Honey…what…” “Where’s Mary?” she asked instantly.

“She nipped to Roberta’s” Frank said “I know it’s late but we saw her as we were headed out of the car and she wanted to collect something for Show and Tell tomorrow…why?”

 “We need to talk.” Fliss said.

Frank stood up off the sofa and walked towards her, he reached for her and she took a step back.

“Ok, Fliss, you’re scaring me now…what…”

“I think…” Fliss looked down at her hands “I think that we need to stop seeing each other.”

Frank blinked, not sure he had heard her right, but when he looked at her he saw a tear trickling down her face and she was avoiding his gaze. The world around him began to fade and a dull buzzing filled his head and rang around his ears as a horrible cold feeling washed over him.

“Lissy…” he swallowed, his words sticking in his throat “What’s brought this on? Did I do something? Are you not happy? I don’t understand…” “I just…it isn’t working for me…” she took a deep breath and looked up at him.

“You’re lying.” he said instantly, he could see it written all over her face “Fliss, what’s going on?” “Nothing, I’m sorry. I just…I need to leave, I need space.” she said “I’m so sorry Frank…” Frank took a deep breath, and watched as she turned to leave. After a second he hurried after her into the hallway, shaking his head.

 “Lissy, please…talk to me…” he all but begged as she walked to the door. She made to open it but Frank was behind her and placed his hand firmly on the top of the PVC, causing it to shut. She spun round and looked up at him, the tears now pouring down her face.

 “Please, Frank…don’t make this any harder than it is…” her voice was broken, and she shook her head. “I don’t understand what THIS is?” he looked at her, running a hand through his hair as he felt the stinging of tears in his own eyes “Last month we were talking about buying a house together and now you just wanna break it off, for no reason? Honey, just…whatever is going on, we can work through it, just talk to me.”

 “I’m so sorry…” she whispered, “Just…let me out…please…”

He looked at her again, her eyes bouncing across his and he knew instantly he couldn’t stop her, and would never do that to her either, no matter how much he so desperately wanted to lock the door and force her to tell him what the fuck was going on. So with a sniff he forced himself to step back and her hand went to the door knob, her shoulders shaking.

 “Liss, please…” his voice cracked. “Don’t do this…”

 She took a deep breath and opened the door, the warm air from outside hit him in the face, tears stinging his eyes slightly before click of the latch hit his ears as the door shut behind her, leaving him stood alone in the hallway, stunned and utterly, utterly broken. 

**** Chapter 21

[avengerscompound]

The Tower: Family - 8

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing:  Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1534

Warnings:  Pregnancy

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family.  When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 8: Return to the Tower

Our honeymoon was over too soon, though I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t missing my babies like crazy.  We picked them and the puppies up from Sam’s sister and took them straight to the tower.

It was strange going back to the tower but not in a bad way.  I had a lot of happy memories attached to the building.  This was where I fell in love with my family.  Going up in the elevator, all of us crammed together - we were going home.

The elevator opened up right into the penthouse.  It was a huge open space, the ceiling seemed to start at what would be normally two stories above us and funneled up as it got to the window on the opposite side, so it was several stories of glass overlooking the city and acted as the focal point of the room.  Closest to the window was an open circular sitting area that had a modern chandelier hanging over it.  It was slightly raised and there were plenty of seats for all of us and more to sit around, and despite how large it looked, it also looked cozy and inviting.  In the center of the space, a glass spiral staircase led to the upper floors, and running down the middle of it was a glassed-in fountain, the water running right down the glass.  My immediate thought seeing it was that it would be a great place to put the glass Thor and I had inadvertently made.

Directly to the left and right of the elevator were rooms split into two levels each with stairs running up in a curve along the lower level.  The bottom level of each was a solid wall with large dark wood doors, while the top levels had glass walls.  Along with sculptures and other decorative pieces, there were various paintings, photographs on the solid walls.  None matched and yet they all worked together.  It included things like a Monet, photographs of the city skyline from the early 40s, artwork featuring the Avengers that you could find in poster form at Walmart, and photos we’d taken of each other or the kids, printed onto canvas.

“Alright, so,” Tony said as we spilled into the entryway.  The puppies immediately just took off, running around and sniffing everything.  “On the left, there’s a cinema room on the bottom and games and playroom on the top.  On the right is the kitchen and above it a home gym.”

He led us toward the sitting area.  “The bedrooms are all upstairs,” he said as we passed the stairs.  “I cut the number for us down to just three.  One big family one and two spares for when we might need space.  There are more kids’ rooms and a nursery.”  We reached the sitting area which brought the rest of the space into view.  On the right was a dining area with a large glass table and a bar at the far end.  To the left was some more entertaining space. Couches, a big-screen TV, and a grand piano.  “There are bathrooms at either end and obviously more upstairs.  What do you think?”

“It’s perfect, Tony,” Steve said.

Clint collapsed down on one of the couches and put his feet on the coffee table.  “I think to celebrate our triumphant return to the city, we should order a bunch of pizza.”

“What a surprise that you’d suggest that, Clint?”  Natasha said, sitting down next to him.

“What?  Pizza is good,” Clint argued.

“You heard the man, FRIDAY,” Tony said.  “You know what we like.”

“Yes, sir,” the AI replied.

“Where’s dis?”  Riley asked as she walked over to the window and pressed her face against it.

“This is our new home,” Tony answered.  “What do you think?”

“Dis isn’t home,” Pietro said.  “No…”

“Oh, honey,” Bruce cooed, going down on one knee and drawing Pietro close with one large green hand.  “We still have the other house and this one means you get to go to a nice school.”

“But I wike da outside.  Dis too high up,” Pietro sobbed, his lip quivering.  “And my books.”

“Come here, bumblebee,” Bruce said, scooping him up.

Pietro started crying and hid his face in Bruce’s arm.  “I wanna go home.”

Bruce carried Pietro over to the window.  “Your books and toys and clothes are all in your bedroom.  We can take you to the park and look - look at all the things you can see up here.”

Pietro poked his head up from where he was hiding it in Bruce’s arm.  “So much,” he said in a hushed voice.

“Pretty cool, huh, buddy?”  Clint said.  “And there’s a garden just downstairs with a slide and even a pool.  We can go there every day with the puppies.”

“This is where your new brothers and sisters will be born and where you’ll start making lots of friends who are your age,” Bruce soothed.

“Kids?”  Riley asked.

“Daddy Tony worked really hard on your bedrooms too,” Bruce said.

“It’s true,” Tony agreed.  “Your bed is up in the roof and has a special walkway to it, so it looks like your bed is in a tree.  And Riley’s looks like a pirate ship.  And if you don’t want to sleep in different rooms, that’s okay, because the wall can move the wall and you’ll be in the same room.”

“An’ my books are hewre?”  Pietro asked.

“Yeah, all your books are here,” Bruce assured him.  “Will you give it a go?  For us?” 

“Otay,” Pietro said, softly.

“Why don’t we all have a nice movie night?”  Steve suggested.  “We can make some popcorn and eat our pizza while we watch Frozen.”

“Yeah!”  Riley said, bouncing over to him.  Steve scooped her up and spun her upside down, making her squeal loudly and a breeze pick up in the room.

“Then let's go make some popcorn!”  He carried her out to the kitchen, and Bruce followed after him carrying Pietro.”

“So, how’s this gonna work?”  I asked, taking a seat on the couch.  “I mean, staff wise and going into work.”

“Well for starters, you’re not doing Avengers stuff while you’re pregnant, so you don’t have to worry about going into work,” Tony said, folding his arms over his chest.

“If I knew you were going to be such a pest, I wouldn’t have said yes,” I snarked.

Clint snorted.  “Like you didn’t know he was going to be like that.”

“We all do agree though.  You guys need to take it easy while you’re pregnant.  No missions and backing off on the training,” Sam said.  “Even Nat.”

Natasha shrugged.  “It’s true.”

“Traitor,” I pouted.

“The labs are still here, including your one,” Tony said.  “You can still do that, and I’m going to focus more on R&D over Avenging too.”

“Fine,” I huffed.

Clint started laughing and he put his arm around me and pulled me close.  “You’re worse than the twins.”

“The landing bay for the Quin is directly under the garden,” Tony said.

“And there are offices here as well as the training arena.  So we’ll keep up with what we can here, and when we’re needed we’ll use the Quin,” Sam said.  “Probably one or two of us will go over to the compound every day, but by Quin, it’s only a half-hour.  Hopefully, it starts running without us being there all the time and we’ll just be desk-jockeys unless it’s something big.  And then with all the new enhanced popping up, hopefully, we can basically bow out of the hero-ing game and focus on the training and parenting game.”

“That’ll be good,” Bucky hummed, stretching back on the couch and putting his hands over his head.  “Maybe I can go back to school.”

“That would be wonderful, Bucky,” Wanda said.  “This could be a chance for all of us to get the things we missed out on.”

I smiled and hummed, curling into Clint’s side.  “We’ll almost be normal.”

“There ain’t nothing normal about us,” Clint said, pulling me close.

“We may not be normal, but we are happy,” Thor said.  “That is better.”

“Yeah, it is, you big softie,” Sam teased.  Thor laughed, pulling Sam close and kissing his cheek.

“The pizza has arrived, do you want security to bring it up?”  FRIDAY announced.

“Yes, please, FRIDAY,” Sam said,

Steve came out holding both the twins and he was followed by Bruce who had a huge bowl of popcorn in one hand and a box of soda’s under his arm.  “Come on you lot,” Steve announced.  “Time to have some family time with our kiddos, who we missed so much.”

The kids giggled and kicked their legs and we all got up and followed after them.  The pizza arrived as we were heading into the cinema room.  Clint and Sam collected it and Bucky called the dogs along.  They immediately followed him into the darkened room thanks to his new powers and jumped up onto the recliners with the kids.  As I settled into the large reclining seat and Wanda tucked herself into my side, pulling a blanket over both of us, I relaxed.  It was good to finally be home.

// NEXT

[marriedtodomomo]

Moving in together - First Days under the Same Roof

They went to look for a new place together before ending up on a penthouse in their patrol area, in Aichi.

They moved in most things before the wedding.

The official first day they lived there in their new home was after the second wedding ceremony.

Momo discovered that Shoto sometimes put raw ingredients on his left side to 'cook' for himself when he's lazy.

She scolded him ofc, because it's unhygenic. So now, he just put them in the plate and heat them with his left side.

There's a snack bar just for Momo.

A fridge just for desserts too.

Momo has her favourite cafes and bakeries so Shoto stops there sometimes to restock his wife's supplies.

They run into each other in one of Momo's favorite places after work and go home together.

There's two floors in the penthouse ✨

The house style is modern Japanese, there are some tatami rooms for Shoto and he sleeps there sometimes when he can't sleep on the bed.

It happened a lot when they first moved in and Shoto doesn't like it because it prevent him from wrestling with Momo

Two rooms were knocked down into one to become a training room.

Anothrt two rooms were also merged into one for a family study.

It became the house library.

Momo divides the book in sections, there're shelves just for her quirk.

Shoto has a shelf there, it's a manga collection section from when he was 12 to now.

Shoto also reads manhwa and got Momo into the manhwa world too.

They love isekai but Shoto likes Fantasy while Momo just love all isekais, esp. romance ones.

They have a little office room on the second floor, with a very expensive PC (Shoto was introduced to gaming from Denki and he found shooting games to be good practice for his eyesight), a high quality printer, and most electronics stored there like Momo's cameras' shelf, their laptops and their add-ons.

Shoto's favorite room is their bedroom.

Momo likes the livingroom, the marble table's her favorite.

They hire a house-keeping twice a week.

But because they are pro-heroes, there are classified documents in their home so Momo suggested hiring two of her maids from her parents' house.

For food, they take turn cooking.

They both are not good cooks but it's not too bad.

Momo knows a lot of western dishes while Shoto cooks Japanese dishes.

Momo likes to cook Italian food the most.

While Shoto tries to be more creative than just soba

But Momo noticed how often he cooks soba, she doesn't mind but soba is just noodles so it wasn't quite healthy for them both to have it often.

Momo wanted a cat but they are too busy for one. Maybe in the future.

There's a grand piano in their LDK room (Living-Dining-Kitchen)

Because they both knows how to play the piano.

But Shoto just knows the basic.

Momo still gets shy when she sees her husband naked or half naked.

Shoto likes wearing less clothes in home because it's comfortable.

When it's the days there's no housekeeping, Shoto goes completely nude around the house.

Momo got used to him in a month.

Momo gets cold easily so most of the house temperature is a little hot.

Shoto never noticed until their friends came over and complain how hot their house is.

There's a small garden area but there's nothing there yet.

They don't have neighbors but they know a few residents in the building.

Most of them are public figures.

There's a gathering floor and Momo likes to go there and chat with fellow wives.

Shoto didn't know it existed until month three when he called his wife to ask her where she is.

[boyswhocry]

Haikyuu Spotify Habits | Karasuno Pt. 1

The First Years! Hinata, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Tsukishima & Yachi

Favourite Songs: 

Walking on Clouds - Esthie

Haircut - Ryan Beatty

Antidote - Orion Sun

Slow Down - Taichi Mukai

Favourite Genres:

Bedroom Pop

J-Pop

Habits:

listens to music recommended by EVERYONE he meets

follows everyone’s spotify’s but no one follows him back except for Suga and Akaashi #bestmoms 

publicly saves other people's playlists but prefers to listen to his own MASSIVE collection of liked songs rather than making a playlist

however, has one really popular playlist for his favourite favourite favourite songs, but it’s only popular bc people thought his playlist was dedicated to hinata hyuga T^T

has a playlist strictly for non-explicit songs so that Natsu and him could listen to it without getting yelled at by Mama Hinata UwU

he himself doesn’t like listening to super explicit songs, but it’s too common to avoid - he’s BABY

usually listens to music on his way to school while riding his bike

he remembers the melodies of songs really well but never remembers the lyrics, so he’ll make it up on the spot and improv a whole concert

listens to nothing but different variations and covers of All I Want For Christmas Is You as soon as november and december roll around

his favourite user is Akaashi!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: hinata. by hebees_

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5p33ROYi22Xf3KwOxiqTZ7?si=3vk2qT6NQ1GH9qxVyy9v4w

Favourite Songs:

My Favourite Part - Mac Miller ft. Ariana Grande

Yah. - Kendrick Lamar

The Kids Aren’t Alright - Fall Out Boy

Obsession - EXO

Favourite Genres:

Chill Hip-Hop

Alternative/Indie

Ariana Grande

Habits:

kinda hooked on ariana grande after listening to ‘7 Rings’ and feeling like a bad bitch

prefers to listen to instrumentals and nature noises to focus on training and keeping calm when he’s practicing volleyball at home

has a dedicated playlist full of chill hip-hop when he’s manicuring his nails 

uses the most boring and generic playlist names and never changes his playlist covers ;-;

“nails songs“

“running songs“

“volleyball songs“

utilitarian spotify user rather than one who uses it for fun

suffers through ads cuz he doesn’t have premium 

his favourite user is Iwaizumi!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: stealing milk from vending machines with kageyama tobio by tsxukei

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1Xey47Wm43Ufq8Y9kFeQvO?si=LWOB9nDqQs-Tr4aYFJS12Q

Favourite Songs:

Put Your Records On - Ritt Momney

Sunflower - Post Malone ft. Swae Lee

Save Me - BTS

You Know How We Do It - Ice Cube

Favourite Genres:

Alternative/Indie

Whatever Tsukki listens to

Habits:

literally will follow all of Tsukki’s playlists, critique them without a HINT of negative comments, write about ‘em his personal journal, take a shit to ‘em

likes to listen to anime soundtracks whenever he finishes watching one

his favourite OSTs are from tokyo ghoul cuz it gives him anxiety and is a closeted masochist : )

no but seriously he’s trying to listen to more anxiety inducing songs so that he could get over his nerves with exposure therapy, someone give his bb a hug ;-;

publicly follows Tsukki’s playlists, but also makes super aesthetic playlists based on his moods

his favourite user is TSUKISHIMA!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: lord and savior, punk yamaguchi by Paige

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0lM5Bjnw3atBoN041DBK2x?si=Xt30Otb0TDONygKB2t0iyw

Favourite Songs:

Moondance - ADOY

Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Pauk Anka

The Hills - The Weeknd 

Slim Shady - Eminem

Favourite Genres:

Old Skool Hip-Hop

RnB

LoFi

Habits:

ofc out lil salty boi would be listening to Eminem 

a man of many tastes 

listens to classical music every now and then but it’s only when he wants to release steam by fuggin’ JAMMIN to chaotic piano music

has a playlist for new songs that he keeps interchanging whenever he gets tired of the old ones

doesn’t even try but has hundreds of followers

A++ in music curation, he carefully thinks them out to create out of body listening experiences whenever you listen to any of his playlists

playlist covers and titles are based off of different extinct creatures 

has a study playlist with lofi and instrumental songs from documentaries that he’s watched

has a secret playlist that he listens to incognito so that no one knows that he’s a mushy little lover boi on the inside 

his favourite user is Kenma!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: tsukishima’s headphones by april<3

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1vO8OVraTdfDMeAxOgDVeI?si=kH1rlUekRF-Dxk8iBVEf7w

Favourite Songs:

Sofia - Clairo

Fireflies - Owl City

midnight love - girl in red

Fantasy - Fei

Favourite Genres:

Pop

K-Pop

LoFi

Habits:

has the MOST aesthetic playlists names and covers out of ALL of karasuno, absolutely no one could even come near her level of artistry, the closest being Suga

changes her aesthetics based off of the season

secretly follows Tendo’s crackhead playlist filled w inappropriate songs  o.O

only listens to it when she’s tired of listening to songs that makes sense

also has a broad range in terms of music taste and is constantly listening to new music, especially when she’s doing her hw and starts jammin’ to some bops

she’s part of the beehive

has a joint premium account w Yamaguchi

makes playlists for all of her closest friends, including her neighbours cat who is very cuddly and loves her UwU

cried listening to the Stevens Universe sound track - she’s so BABY T^T

her favourite user is Sugawara!

My Favourite Playlist About Them: yachi hitoka by alyssa 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2F0okvUsF6pHJ6LB7c5fwv?si=-nW7r6AcQ0K64CWTW7jPMg