#who want to go to new thing thats nowhere near complete when you can stay with the old thing

[rasticore]

Overwatch is like Dead by Daylight in that yeah it's not GREAT but every few months a new "[game] KILLER" gets announced and everyone hypes it up like it'll finally dethrone them only to die in less than a year once the New Game Sheen wears off

[lucy90712]

Fabio Quartararo- When in Monaco

The Monaco gp has been the absolute best experience of my entire life as I've been a fan of motorsport for as long as I remember because my dad was always into it and when he was around all we did was talk about racing and watching races together. When I was young I never got to go to a race as money was tight but since I started working I have saved everything to be able to go to my first race. Seeing as I worked to hard to get the money I decided to save enough to go all out and get tickets to one of the most iconic races the Monaco gp and it has been entirely worth it. The whole weekend I've had the biggest smile on my face as getting to watch the cars go past in real life is like a dream come true and I get an adrenaline rush every time one of them speeds past so I can only imagine what its like actually driving one. As much as its been a fun experience parts of it have brought along sad memories as I keep thinking that I'm experiencing this just as much for me as for my dad as he never made it to a race before he passed and it was the one thing he really wanted to do but never did which is why I've really made the most out of the entire weekend.

In terms of making the most out of the experience many people have told me you have to go to one of the parties after the race as they are insane so in the spirit of enjoying every part of a race weekend I decided I would go to one despite my hesitation at first. What helped to convince me is that I met a few people while at the track who invited me to one specific party with them which seemed less of a free-for-all and more of a proper event which made me less nervous about the amount of people that would be there. Part of me was still nervous as I know a lot of the drivers and other celebrities will go out after the race and I don't know what I'll do with myself if I happen to bump into any of them but my dad would tell me to just go for it so thats exactly what I'm going to do. With the party not starting until late I had plenty of time to get ready in my hotel room until I was completely happy with how I looked but even after a few hours I still wasn't sure about the dress I had bought with me as it seemed a bit much to me even though I know people will be wearing much more flashy outfits.

Soon enough though there was no time to fret over it anymore as my new friends text me to say they were leaving and so I grabbed my things and headed to the place to meet them inside as we were staying in different hotels. When I got there there was security guards and a small line of people waiting to get in so I joined the back of the line wondering what I had gotten myself into until I got to the front. The security guard asked for my name so I gave it to him thinking I must just be in the wrong place and he would soon send me away but he opened the door and let me in. Inside there was music playing and the place was like a regular club but it was nowhere near as busy as a regular club and it looked much nicer inside. As much as there wasn't as many people it still took me a good few minutes to find the girls that invited me but when I did they handed me a drink straight away.

All night we just danced together and drank probably a bit too much but it was really fun and for once I actually enjoyed myself and let loose a little. At one point though I lost my friends and was kind of just stood around by myself before I decided to just leave and head back to my hotel for the night. On my way out I wasn't paying attention to where I was going so I tripped over someone's foot and ended up bumping into someone else causing them to spill their drink. I was fully prepared to end up on the ground and even braced myself for it but when I felt a pair of arms around me I realised that I wasn't going to keep falling and opened my eyes to see what was happening. When I looked up I almost fell to the ground for real this time as the guy stood right in front of me with his arms around me was the Fabio Quartararo the motogp world champion. He was even more attractive in person than he was on the tv and I could feel myself blushing as it finally sunk in that he had his arms around me and was looking right into my eyes. Despite my shock I managed to stand up thinking he would let go then but his he didn't and he kept a hand on my waist while I tried to get some words out to thank him.

"Thank you for that and sorry about making you spill your drink something made me trip" I said rambling a bit

"Its all good just want to make sure you're alright" he replied

"I'm fine but I better get going" I said

With that he let go of me and I continued on my way out of the club but before I could make it 5 meters some guy decided to push me out the way pretty forcefully to the point it sent me flying into a small pile of broken glass that hadn't yet been cleaned up which of course cut my foot. Luckily there was a wall which I managed to use to stop myself and to lean against as I composed myself. Just when I thought the last 5 minutes couldn't get more hectic Fabio came back over to me and took my hand to lead me out the club and because he was well known people just got out our way making it so much easier to get to the door. Once outside he walked me over to a nearby bench and made me sit down next to him which I took as an opportunity to look my my foot which was much worse than I thought as there were cuts on both of my feet and they had blood all over them.

After sitting for a few moments Fabio asked me where my hotel was which I hesitated over telling him for a moment out of instinct but I quickly realised that I could trust him not to do anything as he had been so nice to me so far. Once I told him he got a car to come and pick us both up and take us both back to my hotel as he insisted on making sure I got there ok. On the short car ride we actually got to know each other a little but as before we hadn't technically told each other our names so we started with that. Of course I know who Fabio is but it was nice to actually get to know him for who he is outside of racing and he was nice enough to actually want to know a bit about me. He listened to everything I had to say and even asked questions to get to know me better and I could tell that he genuinely wanted to know about my life despite me being just a normal person which I really didn't expect.

Eventually we made it to the hotel and Fabio helped me up to my room as my feet were really starting to hurt from the cuts and I was maybe a little drunk so walking wasn't exactly the easiest thing. When we got there he took the key card from me and opened the door before leading me to the bathroom where he made me get on the counter and then ran off again. He came back after about a minute with a first aid kit which he used to clean the cuts before putting plasters on every single one of them which made me laugh as my feet were covered in plasters at all sorts of angles. Once Fabio was happy he helped me down and I went to sit on the bed tapping the space next to me to get him to sit down with me because for whatever reason I wanted him to stay so we could talk more. He happily took a seat next to me and handed me a bottle of water to help sober me up as well as some painkillers to help with the inevitable hangover and the pain in my feet.

Our conversation from earlier continued and Fabio opened up to me a bit telling me more about he side of his life people don't get to see which was interesting to hear about but to me it was more that he actually chose to tell me those things when we haven't known each other long at all that stood out. We were both incredibly comfortable with each other already and we felt like we could talk as if we've been friends for years which was such a good feeling as I haven't had that kind of bond with anyone since my father passed. As soon as that crossed my mind I decided to tell him as my judgement is a little worse that usual but also because I would love to hear someone say that to me. Me saying that started a bit of a deeper conversation where we both lost our natural filters and just talked about anything and everything including my father which Fabio was so good about as he just let me talk and then when I got a bit sad thinking about old memories he comforted me.

"Your dad would be so proud if he could see everything you've done and how you've completed his dream for him" he said rubbing my back as a few tears fell from my eyes

"Thank you that means a lot especially coming from you as when you first joined motogp my dad loved you and thought you'd go far but he never got to see it happen although as usual he was right" I joked

"Thats lovely to hear he sounds like a great man and I'm glad I can live up to his expectations" he said

The two of us laid on the bed for hours talking about just about everything like we had known each other for years. Before we knew it the sun was coming back up and the clock on my phone read just after 5am it was like the time just flew by because we were having so much fun laughing at each other's comments. With it being morning it meant I had to leave to head back home at some point but I didn't want to leave as I have had such a good time this weekend but as they say all good things must to come to an end and this time is definitely one of those. When we both realised the time silence filled the room as if we both realised that this meant our time together was coming to an end as we had normal lives to get back to but we didn't want to leave the little bubble we had created.

"This has been so much fun thank you for sticking with me despite me being an absolute disaster" I said breaking the silence

"Its all good you weren't that bad trust me I've seen worse plus I've had a lot of fun too its been great getting to know you" he replied

"I do want to ask you something though and of course you don't have to but I was wondering if you wanted to come to the next race in Barcelona as long as your free" he added

"I would love that but don't feel like you have to bring me as you feel bad" I said not wanting to be there just because he was sympathetic of my life

"Oh no I'm not doing it because of that I just really want to see you again and I'd love to have you there to support me" he said

"In that case I would love to go" I said

~~~~~~~~~~

Before Fabio and I separated that day we exchanged numbers and have been texting or calling everyday since then which has made our friendship even stronger and made it really feel like we have been friends for years. Today however I will get to see Fabio in person again as I'm flying out to Barcelona for the race out there. Its still funny to me that just two weeks ago I'd never been to any race but after this weekend I will have been to two which I would never have thought could happen but I guess when in Monaco anything can happen.

I've been so excited about this weekend ever since I left Monaco but typically the week has felt so long. Every day I've been at work way longer than I usually would be as I've been trying to make up hours so that I can have this weekend off and because I've just been so busy so I'm glad that I'm going to get away for a bit. Despite desperately needing some sleep I woke up at just before 4am even though my flight isn't until 12 which means many hours of waiting around and not knowing what to do with myself. With my many hours I decided to just get up and double check everything that I had packed to make sure I had everything I needed which of course I did as I spent ages packing to make sure I had everything. I also spent some time cleaning my apartment as it had been a it neglected the last few weeks as I've been so busy and so some things had become a bit disorganised. Tidying really made the time go quickly as before I knew it I had to get ready as my taxi was coming to take me to the airport.

After a few hour plane journey I finally touched down in Spain and I text Fabio right away as he asked me to text him when I touched down so I did it before I got distracted with collecting my suitcase. He text me back pretty much straight away telling me that he had got someone at the airport to meet me and bring me to the track. It felt highly unnecessary as I'm not anyone special who needs picking up from the airport but it was appreciated as I hadn't yet decided how I was going to get around all weekend. I tried to get a bit more information out of him as to who I should be looking out for but he just told me it would be obvious which sounded a bit ominous to me but I trust him. After a few texts back and forth Fabio had to head to an interview as it is media day but he said he should be free when I get there and so he would come and give me a tour of the paddock.

My suitcase took forever to get off the plane but eventually it did so I grabbed it and headed towards the exit of the airport to look for this person that was supposedly waiting for me. I looked around for a few moments before I realised what Fabio meant about it being obvious as he was stood right there with a big smile on his face which was very unexpected as I was sure he would be too busy to come and meet me at the airport. He walked over to me and gave me a hug right away which almost made me fall over as I wasn't expecting it but he was holding me so tight that I was pretty much rooted to the ground. We stayed like that for a few minutes before he let go and grabbed my suitcase for me so that we could head to the track, as we walked he gave me a look which I understood right away so instead of saying anything I grabbed his hand and he laced his fingers with mine right away. That made my heart beat at a million miles and hour and butterflies flutter in my stomach but I still loved feeling his hand in mine because I would be lying if I said I didn't have feeling toward Fabio.

He led me out of the airport and to his car which of course was much nicer than any car I've ever been in before or even seen to be honest. Being the gentleman that he is Fabio opened the door for me before running round the back to put my suitcase in the car and then get in the drivers side like it was a race but I guess thats what sportsmen are like. Once we were both settled Fabio started to drive and along the way we got to talking about the weekend and how he was feeling and he was a little bit nervous as its not the best track for Yamaha but he said he was confident in his ability and hoped he wouldn't lose out too much. As we drove we went back to talking like we did in Monaco and we're back to being completely comfortable around each other which was great because I was worried that maybe things wouldn't quite be the same but I had no need to worry as I felt just as comfortable with him today as I did then.

Soon enough we arrived at the track and Fabio again opened my door for me and he handed me a paddock pass for the weekend so that I could be in his garage and the Yamaha hospitality. We had our passes checked and entered the paddock which was just so incredible as there was so many people and buildings around and the atmosphere was nothing like just being in the grandstands. I was in complete awe as we started to walk around as there was just so much going on but Fabio pulled me out of my daydream when he started to talk and give me a tour of the paddock by telling me what each building was and little fun facts about them. Along the way he also introduced me to any other riders he saw who were all incredibly nice and welcoming.

The last thing we did is go into the garage where Fabio showed me all his things like helmets and gloves before he then showed me his bike. It looked so much cooler in real life than on the tv and had way more buttons that I ever thought it would but Fabio was able to tell me what every single one of them did although I forgot them all pretty much instantly. Once he showed me everything he had a cheeky grin on his face before going over and getting one of his helmets and whispered to one of his mechanics which confused me until he came back over and asked if he could put the helmet on me. I accepted and he put the helmet on as gently as he could while his mechanic turned the bike on and put it on a stand behind us which Fabio them helped me onto and stood in front to take pictures. He took a few pictures before taking the helmet off and taking a few more where you could actually see my face and not just a helmet that was way too big for my head and once he had done that he came over and got me to rev the bike which was scary to start with as it was so loud but I got used to the noise in the end and just enjoyed listening to it. With that Fabio drove me back to my hotel where we got dinner together before he had to head back and I wanted to get some sleep.

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The entire weekend has been incredible as I have been watching every session from Fabio's garage and hanging out with him in between sessions where things have gotten a little flirty at times but nothing too serious. As much as things have been a bit flirty most of that has come from Fabio as I'm useless at flirting and can't make even a single flirty comment without either stuttering or blushing like crazy. I have been trying my best to let Fabio know I'm into the flirting while also keeping my flirting to a minimum as not to embarrass myself which I think has worked alright as he keeps complimenting me and making the odd flirty comment. All of the flirting has made me start to really think about how I look so for the race today I got up early to pick out a nice outfit and spend a bit more time on my hair and makeup and still make it on time.

As soon as I got to the track I realised how much busier it was now that its race day as there was so many more cameras around and team members rushing around doing last minute preparations or attending meetings. Fabio was also in a meeting so I headed to the Yamaha hospitality when I first arrived to get myself some coffee and just relax before things get a bit crazy and overwhelming. While I was sat down many people came in and out but at one point I noticed Fabio's brother, his wife and their kids come in who he had told me were coming and introduced me to through a phone call. They came over to sit with me and we got to chatting a bit while the kids ran around letting off some steam before they then got tired and came to sit down.

"Are you y/n?" Fabio's niece asked me once she sat down

"Yes I am" I replied with a smile

"So your the pretty friend uncle Fabio keeps talking about" she said

"I guess so" I laughed trying to shrug the comment off

"He really loves you and he won't stop talking about asking you on a date which daddy says he should do but he's scared you'll say no, would you?" She asked

"Well I don't think I would but he would have to ask to find out" I said

I was in complete shock at what she was saying as although I knew Fabio and I had been flirting a bit I didn't know he had been talking about me to his family and wanting to ask me on a date. My brain was about to implode with the amount of thoughts running through it but all of them were either excitement that Fabio had the same feelings I did and the others were surprise that he felt that way. Soon enough though a smile appeared on my face that I couldn't get rid of even if I tried but I didn't really want to as I was just happy that things were looking up in my life and I felt genuinely happy for the first time in a long time.

After talking for a bit the day got under way and everyone kind of did the own thing until it was time for the race which was when everyone gathered together again to watch and just hope that Fabio could do enough to get the win. He got a great start and took over the lead in the first corner and from then on it was just a complete masterpiece of a ride with him getting more and more of a gap to the rider behind by the lap. On the last lap everyone was so tense hoping that he could just bring it home and that he wouldn't make a mistake that ruined all the hard work. That worry soon changed into excitement and relief as Fabio came across the finish line and everyone in the garage celebrated with each other before the needed team members headed down towards parc ferme. The rest of Fabio's family were heading down to greet him and got me to join them although I planned to mostly stay out the way as they and the team deserved his attention more than me seeing as we only met only like a week ago.

Soon enough he came in and hopped off the bike jumping into the crowd of mechanics and other team members there before giving his niece and nephew a hug along with their parents. Next he turned to me and gave me a hug and looked into my eyes for a moment before clearly deciding to just go for it as he grabbed my cheeks and kissed me which took me by surprise but I still managed to kiss him back before he pulled away a few seconds later. We both had such huge smiles on our faces and it was evident that there was feelings there to anyone who was watching us.

"I wanted to wait to do that but I just couldn't so I'm also not going to wait to ask will you go on a date with me?" He asked

"Of course I will" I answered

"Great I'll pick you up from your hotel at 8 so be ready for the best date of your life" he joked running off to get his trophy

[laurie-stark]

Bags

(not my gif)

Summary: After another duffle bag of supplies washes up on shore, the girls realize that they’re going to be stuck here for a while. Episode six rewrite. 3.0k words. 

Pairings: Toni Shalifoe x fem!reader 

Warnings: Swearing, throwing up

A/N: Okay listen I just wanted Toni fanfic but no one was writing it so here you go. Also I really tried too hard to get the bed sharing trope LEAVE ME ALONE I LIKE IT PSLFDLJ (this is your reminder to turn on Interactivefics xx) oh and also theres a bit in here thats heavily inspired by @ drewstarkeys Toni fic which you all should go read asap its amazing. 

This was weird. It was really fucking weird. It had only been four days since we found Jannette’s grave empty. Four days since we found a clean water source. The longer we stayed on this god forsaken island, the more it felt like we were never getting off. And now another round of duffle bags have shown up. You know, as crazy as I think she is sometimes, Leah’s starting to have a point. Something is way off about this place. 

Nora and Rachel were the ones who spotted the bags. They washed up on the rocky side of the beach, covered in weeds. Dot was hoping for some more food, maybe more medicine if we were lucky. But to all our confusion, all the bags contained were blankets and pillows. Ten pillows and five blankets, Dot so cheerfully announced. My first red flag was that the insides were completely dry. I didn’t want to say anything though. I was sure there was a reason for this.

“There’s enough shit here for us to double up,” Dot told us while Nora and I laid out the makeshift beds. “Except for one person who gets to sleep alone.” 

“Well that’s not fair, why does one person get a bed all to herself?” Rachel asked, standing up defensively. 

I rose to my feet as well. “Why don’t we rotate it?” I suggested, hoping to relieve some of the tension. “W-with our off days. That way whoever’s off can have an extra good night’s sleep before they have to work again?” The girls all nodded their heads and mumbled words of agreement. Rachel sat back down on her log. 

“Great idea y/n. So who’s bunking with who?” Dot asked. Rachel and Nora instinctively reached out for each other. Beside me, Toni looked to Martha. Martha gave Toni a weary look before reaching a hand out in the opposite direction. Towards Shelby. Even I had to stop myself from dropping my jaw. 

Fatin gleefully agreed to pair with her “new bestie for the restie,” Dot. That left myself, Toni and Leah. I glanced between them. Leah was avoiding my eye and Toni...Toni just looked mad. It’s not that I don’t like Leah, I just don’t know her. Not that I know Toni any better, but at least Toni hasn’t gone batshit crazy more than once. On the other hand though, I didn’t find Leah unbelievably beautiful the way I did with Toni. And Toni would never want to bunk with me anyway. I crossed my arms, not doing a very good job at hiding my uncomfortableness. I was about to open my mouth to ask Leah to share when Toni called my name. 

“Y/n,” I turned to face her, eyes wide. “You’re with me?” I nod and swallow hard. Fuck. 

The sun was getting lower and lower in the sky, just like our food supply. Rachel offered to go foraging for something meatier in the morning, so at least I could look forward to that.

I shuffled under the blanket Toni and I shared. “Sorry you got stuck with me,” I whispered. “I can go sleep with Shelby if you want, so you can be with Marty?” 

“Nah,” Toni shook her head. “I don’t mind. Besides, I don’t really think Marty wants anything to do with me right now.” I didn’t know what to say. I felt bad for her. A lifetime’s worth of friendship thrown out of the plane. Literally. 

I wondered if anyone else was awake. The light from the fire was enough to see everyone’s feet but that’s about it. I still wasn’t accustomed to how dark it got at night. I was limited to just my hearing after the sun went down. I would try not to listen though. The more you listen, the more you realized how we definitely were not alone out there. Focusing on Toni’s breathing beside me was enough to keep me sane.

Couldn’t say the same for Leah though. She sat straight up and I thought she got bit by a crab or something. 

“Does anyone else think that this is crazy?” She asked us.

Fatin groaned. “Leah, we got into a plane crash. Is that not enough crazy for you?” 

“No seriously Fatin, what the fuck is going on?”

“What are you talking about,” Dot sat up. 

“I mean these,” Leah held up a fist full of her blanket. “Where did they come from? Do none of you think that something’s up?” 

I pushed myself upright. “I’m starting to agree with Leah.”

“Oh God, not you too,” Dot flopped back down onto her back. 

“No, think about it,” I started. “A bag with medicine just happens to show up? And then we find Jannette’s grave empty!? And now these duffles appear with nine peoples worth of blankets and shit? Who brings that to a resort retreat? That’s weird. It’s really fucking weird.” Everyone was sitting up at this point, staring at me. “I didn’t say anything when we opened them, but these things were dry. Everything bone dry. Rachel and Nora found the bags on the shore, like they were washed up. They should have been soaking. Hell, they should have sunk!” I took a shaky breath in. “Every day we stay here the more it feels like we’re not leaving. It’s like someone wants us to stay here. I know I sound crazy but come on!”

“Y/n...” 

“We don’t even remember the crash!”

“We all blacked out.”

“That’s not how plane crashes work though!” I realized how loud I had gotten. I noticed how Nora was sitting, hugging her knees tight. Shelby’s face was pale, even in the orange glow from the fire. I closed my eyes. “This isn’t my first crash.” I kept my eyes shut. I didn’t need to see their faces while I told this story. “I got into another one like eight or nine years ago. The engines broke and we crashed in a forest somewhere near Chicago. And I remember it all. I remember the engines failing, and the plane falling and the back coming off when we hit the trees. I didn’t black out until I was on the ground. So yeah, I think something is fucking off. This isn’t right, none of this is right! We shouldn’t be here, we shouldn’t-” 

I started to choke on my own words. I think I was starting to throw myself into a frenzy. Something grabbed at my hand. It was Toni. She looked me in the eyes. There was something in her gaze that told me I was safe. Told me to calm down.

“Okay,” Dot said slowly. “I think we’re all starting to lose it a little bit Y/n. And no sleep isn’t gonna help. Let’s all try to get some shut eye, yeah?”

I nodded profusely and flipped onto my side, embarrassed now from that outburst. I guess I didn’t realize how far off the rails I’d been slipping. Silently, I started to cry.

I tried to stay as far away from Toni as possible. With my back to her, I figured that my crying could be somewhat camouflaged. I was very wrong.

“Hey,” Toni murmured. When I didn’t respond, she tugged on my shoulder to roll me over. I quickly wiped the tears off my cheeks. I couldn’t look at her directly. Her gaze softened. I realized then how close we were. Even in pitch darkness, I could still make out the outline of her face, her cheeks, her nose, her lips- I prayed she couldn’t hear how loud my heart was thumping. Toni reached a hand out and brushed another tear away. Had I started crying again? Jesus I was so far gone. “I know how you feel. I wanna get out of here too.’ I said nothing.

Toni moved to create some more space and put her arm out. I looked at her, questioning, though I doubt she could see my face. “Come here,” she said quietly. “I heard what you told us yesterday, about what your mom says? Sometimes you just need a hug.” I nearly started crying again right there. Slowly, I squirmed closer until my body was curled into hers. I smiled inwards. Besides the fact that my heart was trying to beat right out of my chest, I felt better. We both drifted off soon after.

 I woke up to the sun shining way too bright and the sound of…snickering? I opened my eyes and tried not to get totally blinded by the light. I looked up to see Nora, Fatin and Dot standing over me, all chuckling.

“What?” I mumbled. I must have woken Toni up because she started moving underneath me.

Oh.

That’s why they were laughing.

I had fallen asleep curled into Toni’s side and woken up completely entangled with her. It wasn’t a one-sided thing either, she was holding on to me for dear life. What. The. fuck. I jolted upright, maybe a little too fast because the three girls around us started to laugh more.

“Good morning love birds,” Fatin cooed.

“Shut up,” Toni said, using a hand to shield her eyes. “We were conserving heat.”

“Yeah, what she said,” I smiled. “Is it breakfast already?”

“Not quite,” Dot shrugged. “Martha and Shelby are still getting some berries and shit.”

“Oh well in that case I’m going back to bed,” Toni grunted, rolling over. Her and I were on water duty today, so technically we had no need to be up before breakfast anyway. Dot and the girls made their way back to the fire. I was half awake though. Might as well start the day early too. Except that Toni seemed to have other plans.

Before I had the chance to get up Toni was tugging at my arm, silently asking me to come lay down. I gave in immediately. “Come keep me warm,” she mumbled. And so I did. As I laid my head down onto her chest, I noticed Shelby looking at us. She turned away when she met my gaze, but there was something behind her eyes. Disgust. Great, just what we needed. Stranded in the middle of nowhere with a fucking homophobe.

“Do you think Shelby is homophobic,” I asked lowly.

“I dunno, maybe? Why?”

“No reason, I just….That would be pretty awkward if she was.”

“Yeah…”

 Nora woke me up a second time that day for breakfast. We ate in silence like we had done for the last few days. Food was running short and we were getting antsy. Toni and I broke away from the group after we ate with half of Fatin’s luggage bag. We trekked up and through the forest towards the waterfall. Neither of us said a word the whole trip. I was starting to overthink. Like, heavily overthink. In normal circumstances, overthinking might be appropriate. The night before was…not normal. But these were not ordinary circumstances. The middle of nowhere is probably the best place to have not normal and still be fine. Whatever. Right? Was it weird? Does she think I’m some weird crybaby now? Was that just a pity hug? Am I going absolutely crazy for no reason?

I’d gotten so wrapped up in my thoughts, I didn’t even notice we’d arrived back at camp. As Toni and I got to work, filling bottles to boil, Rachel was shouting from the top of a cliff. She was holding up a sack of something, I couldn’t quite make it out.

“Who’s ready to fucking feast?”

Mussels. Rachel found mussels. Now, I’d never been one for survival training but the one thing I knew was that seafood was a no.

“I really don’t mean to be a bubble burster, it’s just that seafood can be really dangerous,” I explained. Rachel looked like she wanted to take my head off. “And we do not have the vicinities to properly prepare these.”

“So what, you’re saying I’m trying to poison all of us?” Rachel challenged.

“No! No, no, not at all Rach. This was a great find, you did good.” I smiled wearily. “All I’m saying is that maybe someone should sit this one out, you know? Just in case. If we’re all sick then we’ve got no chance.”

“Great then who’s gonna be the starving one?”

“I don’t mind. I got berries.”

 Turns out Shelby wouldn’t eat either. An allergy, I think she said. It felt good to see everyone this happy. Leah was genuinely smiling, Dot seemed a little less stressed. For a second it felt like we were actually on the retreat we were supposed to be on. Toni started to make out with her mussels. Or…well you know, with them. We all found it hilarious. Except for Shelby...

“Fuck you.” And with that Toni was off, running down the beach. I myself was on the brink of tears. Some churches man…they’ll brainwash even the best of 'em. I stared at the sand, not sure where to go. I wanted to chase after Toni, I wanted to stay right here and hide in the sand. The rest of the girls had gone quiet too.

“What?” Shelby asked. “Am I not allowed to have my own beliefs?”

“Not those ones,” I spat. I pushed myself up and jogged around the bend.

I saw Toni near the shoreline. She had her feet in the water. Cautiously, I crept up behind her. I didn’t want to startle her. “You good?”

Toni turned and her stance signaled she was ready for a fight. Her shoulders relaxed when she realized it was just me. “Yeah. No. Whatever, I just need a break from barbie bitch.”

“Yeah, you and me both,” I chuckled. “Will you though? Be okay?”

“You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine.” She looked back out at the sea.

“G-good. Okay, I, uh…good, I’m glad,” I was muttering. I mutter when I’m nervous. Avoiding eye contact, all that fun stuff.

“Why are you so nervous?” Shit. So she did notice. “I mean you’re chill around everyone else but you get all twitchy around me. What’s with that?” She paused and her face fell a bit. “Do I scare you?”

“Oh god no,” I grasped her hand. “No I promise Toni, I’m not scared of you.”

“Then what?”

I look down at my toes. “I-I um…you-“ I swallow hard. “You’re pretty.”

She didn’t say anything and I was about ready to jump into the ocean and never come back. And then she laughed. She fucking laughed! Oh my god I was going to cry. I felt like I had just been publicly rejected in middle school all over again.

“That was cute,” Toni said, still chuckling a bit. I looked her dead in the eyes and she wasn’t kidding.

“Okay, I’m gonna go back now.” I turned on my heel and started walking back, very briskly might I add. I could not believe that just happened. 

“Yeah me too-“Toni cut herself off and started heaving. I looked back. Toni was throwing up her entire stomach and then some. I rushed to her side, brushing the hair from her face. In the distance, I could see Rachel throwing up too. Oh Jesus Christ.

Shelby and I spent the rest of the day running from girl to girl, holding hair and passing out water. It was one huge haze of running back and forth, trying to make sure no one died. I knew that the mussels were a bad idea. God, how could I be so stupid? This was all my fault. Once Dot resurfaced from the dead, she took charge. Leah was sent to go find the medical bag while Dot and I boiled more water. She had me look over Toni and Marty while she took after the twins.

Toni was not good. By the time I got back to her, she was practically lifeless. Fatin was trying to get her to drink some canned water but it wasn’t working. Matha, who was equally unwell sat by idly, crying into her can of water and trying not to throw up again. I pulled Toni off of Fatin and into my lap, trying to get her to drink the water from my bottle. She kept turning her head away or pushing my hand. I pulled her closer and upright with one arm and got Fatin to hold her face in one place.

“Drink,” I told her. She couldn’t even speak but she shook her head. “Toni, drink. Please. You need to rehydrate for me okay?” I got her to drink a little, but she just couldn’t swallow. Martha started crying at some point. Luckily, Leah made it back with the medicine. 

Trying to fight Toni into taking the pill was not working Especially not when everyone started crowding and screaming at myself and Dot. Shelby crouched to our level and took the pill from Dot. This only made things worse. No way in hell was Toni ever going to accept anything from Shelby. But blondie wasn’t going down without a fight. In one motion, she’d shoved me out of the way and climbed on top of Toni, dropping the pill into her mouth and forcing her to swallow. 

 Night fell and everyone was exhausted. Toni hadn’t woken up since Shelby drugged her and honestly I was getting a little worried she died in her sleep or something. Martha wasn’t looking too hot either. She’d broken into a sweat despite the cold of the night. Everyone else is tucked into their respective beds, dead silent. The cold night air made it easier to relax. After a day like today all i wanted to do was curl up next to Toni and never wake up. 

Beside me, Toni started to stir. The weight I’d been carrying finally lifted off my shoulders. “Toni?”, I chimed. “Are you alive?”

“No,” she grumbled as she sat up, rubbing her eyes. I didn’t give her a moment more to readjust to life before I tackled her in a hug.

“Oh my god, you’re okay.” She laughed at me again, but this time I didn’t mind. Cause she wasn’t dead. Or close to dying. I pulled her back down on top of me. She fell asleep again in my arms. I smiled down at her. Once again, there was a moment where I wasn’t in living hell. It was just me and Toni. Somewhere safe. And warm, preferably. Everything was going to be okay.

 And then Marty dropped dead.

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datura (moth!bruno x butterfly!reader)

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A/N: welp one more chapter after this, it’s pretty much gonna do its best to wrap everything up and ig thats all i have to say other than Narancia is pretty fussy this chapter lol

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[Late Winter]

I only left for a few seconds…

You bring the damp cloth to the sticky layer smeared on the table. Naranica had somehow managed to not spill honey on just the table but also himself. And after you finish dealing with the table you would have to clean the clothes you changed him out of.

“Sorry…I tried to clean it.”

You glance at the bee. He had been sitting quietly in one of the dining chairs up until this moment.

“It’s okay. We just have to be careful next time.”

You’re going to ask him what he wants to do after you’re done cleaning everything to brighten his mood but you notice something off about his appearance.

“Where's your hairband?” you ask.

“Huh?”

He reaches up and touches the top of his head. When he can’t feel the cloth of the orange hairband he usually wears, he gets down from the chair and runs out of the room.

When you’re finally done cleaning the table, Narancia’s still hasn't returned so you go look for him. Luckily he’s in the first place you check--his room--but for some reason the usually somewhat clean space was in much greater disarray. All the drawers of his dresser are open and his clothes and toys lay scattered on the bed and floor.

“Narancia what are you doing?”

For some reason he’s halfway under the bed.

“I can't find my hairband!” he exclaims before crawling out.

“Well do you remember where you last saw it?”

“On my head this mornin’.”

You had seen it this morning too. You try to recall today's events but now that you think about it you don’t remember taking it off him when you were cleaning him up earlier.

“Maybe it fell off when we were outside?”

The bee perks up at your suggestion and you have to stop him from running outside. After quickly dressing yourself and him in clothing appropriate for the weather, you go out to search. The two of you spend a good amount of time looking on the snowy ground in front of the house and behind snowbugs but have no luck.

Narancia pushes around the snow in random spots with his hands, but you doubt it would be buried under any.

You rub your gloved hands together. “It’s definitely not out here. We should go back inside.”

Frustration forms on the bee’s face and he stays put so you hold out a hand to him. He stares for a moment but sighs and takes it.

The both of you head back inside and while you help the bee take off his Winter attire he comes up with the idea to look in Bruno’s room.

“Yea maybe it’s in there but--”

He’s already running out of the room before you can finish speaking.

You throw his scarf onto the bed and follow after him but unfortunately, the door to Bruno’s room is already cracked open when you catch up.

“Wait Narancia. Bruno’s sleeping,” you yell-whisper.

You try your best to enter quietly but find that your mate is already awake, confused and watching Narancia look around his room.

“What’s wrong?” Bruno says through a yawn.

“I can’t find my hairband!”

Narancia climbs onto the bed and lays on top of Bruno and the moth places his hand on top of his son's head.

“I’ll get you a new one--”

“No! I don’t wanna different one Papa…”

The bee sighs and gets back up to start looking again

You tell Bruno to stay put while you try to help Narancia in his persistent search throughout the house but eventually the two of you tire yourselves out and end up back in the bedroom empty handed.

Sitting on the bed, you try to smooth down Narancia’s hair but no matter how many times your hands run over his hair, the wild strands refuse to stay in place. It wasn't a bad thing but seeing his hair looking much messier without his hairband had made you wonder if it was even possible to keep it down without one.

“It’s no use amore. Unless you gel it back, his hair does what it wants.”

Narancia scrunches up his face at the word ‘gel’.

“Don’t worry I'm not going to gel your hair.” You tap your chin in thought and get up to rummage through your sewing supplies on Bruno’s dresser. “....How about I make you a new hairband?”

Narancia’s eyes widen. “Can it be the same as the last one?”

You pull out your pair of scissors before turning towards him with a smile. “Of course. You really like that hairband huh?”

You’re sure you’ve seen a few others in his dresser but the orange hairband was the only one you’ve ever seen him wear. You avoid asking why he likes this particular one so much though since you didn't want him to change his mind about taking your copy. You would do your best to find the original but for now this would have to suffice.

You have Narancia stay still--well as still as he can--so you take his head measurements. After that it doesn't take too long to cut out the cloth and start the actual sewing. However, the bumblebee has wandered out of the room by this point.

Bruno watches you half awake as you sew quietly next to him in bed. The both of you sit in silence together for a while and you plan on keeping it that way so he can easily fall back asleep.

Well at first anyways. Your train of thought finds itself at a topic that you can’t help bringing up.

“Have you ever thought about having more kids?” you ask.

The moth looks caught off guard by your question. It did seem as if it came from nowhere, but helping Bruno take care of Narancia and your recent thoughts of all the new arrivals that would be coming in Spring had mostly prompted it.

He considers what you asked before answering.“After adopting Narancia I wasn’t actively looking for a mate or trying to take in anymore young on my own. But now that I’ve met you I’m sure that will change....”

He trails off a bit and you stop sewing wondering what's wrong, but you find that he's staring at you very intently.

“W-Well yea. I’m sure that would be in the distant future, but that sounds nice. I wouldn't mind raising young with you…Actually I think I’d really like that.”

You wait for his reaction but feel tremors coming from the bed.

"You’re….vibrating?" you question, confused.

The slight embarrassment on his face when he tries and fails to stop has you smiling.

“That makes me really happy ____.”

You didn't think you could smile any larger. “You're so cute!"

You put the half-sewn hairband and needle to the side before hugging him which spreads the vibrations to you. You can barely believe the moth you met a year ago was the same one in your arms. The vibrating begins to lessen until it completely stops.

You completely relax against your mate and comb your fingers through the fluff near his chest. You’ll probably never get over how soft it is.

“Narancia practically fell into my arms so this time it will be nice to be properly prepared.”

You hum in agreement.

“That hive--Did you just happen upon it?”

“No, Abbacchio was actually the one who found it. He found Narancia and brought him to me.”

Your fingers stop playing with Bruno’s fur as you try to understand this new information. Why was Abbacchio even wandering around a dead hive?

It’s almost as if Bruno read your mind due to what he says next.

“I’m not sure how he managed to find Narancia but when I asked he was very guarded about it.”

Well if he didn’t know, then there was no way you would ever find out.

“How long have you known Abbacchio anyways?” you ask.

“About 7 years. I actually first met him when he was still part of a nest.”

Apparently, you were learning many new things today since you’ve always assumed Bruno had befriended Abbacchio when he was out of the hive.

It takes a while for you to realise said moth is looking at you with concern since you’ve suddenly gone quiet.

“Oh sorry...I guess I’m still not completely over you making friends with a wasp.”

You thought you were but this new information has you somewhat stupefied all over again. How did these two even manage to meet?

“I suppose all wasps aren’t built the same,” Bruno says.

“Well no bug is. But this is still a very rare--”

The creak of the bedroom door interrupts you and Narancia pokes his head in, his hair somehow even messier than before.

“Is my hairband done yet?”

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Your shoes press into the snow. Parts of the once solid white blanket had become half melted and grimy in many areas. Your arms wrap around you in an attempt to keep warm. It was still light out but it wouldn't be long until it got dark and therefore much colder, however Naranica was adamant on coming out here.

Narancia completely ignores how dirty the snow is and runs around and plays, balling up and throwing around the cold slush.

“____ make a snow angel with me!”

If there was any time for you to be extremely partial to not laying in the snow it was now.

You look off to the side and grimace. “...Do I have to?”

The bee rolls his eyes and sticks his tongue out before laying on his back to make his angel.

You’re still considering if you should join when the door opens behind you and your mate steps out.

“Hey, want to make a snow angel with Narancia?” you ask the moth.

His brows slightly furrow at the idea. “No thanks. I don't want to get my favorite sweater that you gifted me dirty.”

You almost roll your eyes but he was wearing the sweater, along with white bottoms along too. Sighing, your attention turns back to Narancia but he’s no longer lying where he was last. When you see that he’s now distracted by one of the snowbugs instead of rolling around in the snow, you let out a small sigh of relief.

The front of the house had so many of the snowy insects now that it looked like the location of a small party. All the ones you made over the Winter were still standing but they looked less sturdy and nice--some more than others.

“Mista is melting!” Narancia exclaims.

You walk over and see that Mista’s scarf is slipping off his partially melted body and try to fix it, but the moment your hand brushes against him, his head falls off. Your eyes widen and you look at Narancia whose mouth is hanging open.

He yells and you flinch. Narancia tries to lift his head but the snow breaks apart in his hands.

“Mista no--Papa help!”

Bruno comes near to observe the situation before crossing a pair of his arms. “I’m sorry Narancia but Mista can’t be saved…”

The bee’s eyes look teary and you feel terrible.

“I-I’m sorry Narancia. I didn’t mean to…”

He’s quiet for a moment before telling you it’s okay, however his frown has your heart clenching. He walks off to play a little more by himself, but doesn't seem as energetic as before.

“Don't feel bad mio amor, he gets like this every year….He might be a little more upset than usual though.”

You acknowledge Bruno’s statement half heartedly, but it doesn’t wipe away the guilt.

The three of you spend a little more time out before Narancia asks to go inside. While Bruno’s busy feeding him you head back to the moth’s room so you can get back to packing, but also give the bee some space.

You had started slowly gathering all your stuff a couple days ago. Everything you brought pretty much mixed in with all of Bruno and Narancia’s stuff and you would prefer not to spend last minute looking for any missing items.

A giant part of you was sad to go but the other was excited to see Abilene and update them on everything that happened.

You’re alone for some time but after putting Narancia to bed, Bruno joins your search.

Before you head back to your own home, you plan to check every room in this house for any of your possessions. You decide to head to the main room and immediately your eyes fall on a sweater you had careless left on the couch. You pick it up and something orange falls from under it. You bend over and pick it up, quickly realizing it’s the hairband Narancia lost. How did it even get there?

After a quick scan of the rest of the room, you go back to the bedroom and throw your sweater in one of your satchels. You then place the hairband down where you’re sure it won't get lost again.

Walking into Bruno’s closet next, you open the glowing lantern placed in there. You’re pretty sure you didn't put anything in here but it was better to be thorough. You hum to yourself as you look through the moth’s clothes--all these clothes that he rarely wore. You sigh and shake your head.

While pushing his clothes aside, you find your scarf that had been missing for so long that you convinced yourself you never brought it in the first place. You grab and drape it around your shoulders and quickly finish looking through the closet before exiting.

When you pass Bruno you toss the scarf onto him because why not.

“Found Naracia’s hairband and one of my scarves. I’m on a role today.”

Bruno watches you as you properly wrap the scarf around his neck.

“Hey it doesn't look bad on you! Maybe you should keep it.”

“____?”

You look away from the scarf and at him.

“I almost want to beg you to stay,” he says.

Your smile falls slightly not expecting that at all, but you laugh a bit to cover it up.

“Trust me you don’t need to. If I could be in two places at once that would be great...b-but I’m going to try to visit a lot though!”

Even though you try to stay positive you know it won’t be the same. No waking up next to Bruno. No getting to kiss and cuddle him so often. You wouldn't be able to play with Narancia or fail to feed him in a non messy way either. You wouldn't be able to see them whenever you wanted to and would begin to miss them the moment you were back alone in your home.

Bruno pulls you gently into a hug.

“You're pouting mio amor.”

You wrap your arms around him reprociating the hug and laugh. “Oops I didn't mean to.”

You pull back to look at the moth and reassure him so you both can get back to packing. Unfortunately, this moment seemed to disrupt your focus and you barely get anything done before managing to distract each other again. This happens multiple times until somehow the two of you end up sitting at the edge of the bed being the complete opposite of productive.

Bruno leans into you as you kiss. Your hands unsure where else to go find his chest and warmth fills you when you feel his teeth catch on your bottom lip. Your mate pulls back, but before you can complain, he presses another kiss to your lips then your jaw. His kisses start to trail down your neck--

“PAPA!”

You immediately make space between you and Bruno and almost fall off the bed.

Narancia runs into the room disheveled.

“What’s wrong Narancia?” Bruno asks.

Unlike you, the moth has already collected himself from the unexpected interruption.

Narancia climbs onto the bed but when he sees you, he seems to calm down a little. “Uh nothing…”

He then sits down between you and Bruno. “Can I help pack?”

You and Bruno agree and you’re (finally) back to what you were originally doing. However Narancia seems unusually quiet and you could no longer ignore it. You had hoped sleeping would help improve his mood but apparently it didn't.

“Um are you okay Narancia? You seem sad…”

He shrugs.

“I really am sorry about Mista.”

“It’s not that…” He shifts foot to foot avoiding your eyes before running up to you and clinging onto your leg. “I don't want you to leave! Do you have to?”

Oh.

Bruno turns towards the two of you and you smile sadly.

“I have to, but I’ll be sure to visit and you and Bruno can visit me too.”

“Everyday?”

You chuckle and shake your head. “No, not everyday.”

Narancia hides his face in your leg and you're really worried he’s going to start crying. You weren’t ready to deal with that.

“We can’t go everyday but we’ll go often,” Bruno adds in an attempt to prevent any tears.

Narancia stays quiet and still for a moment before letting go of your leg. He nods in understanding but still looks sad and very tired.

“Do you want to go back to bed now?” you ask.

He nods again and reaches up towards you so you can pick him up. You tell Bruno you’ll be right back before heading to Narancia’s bedroom. You gently place and tuck him into bed before smoothing his hair back.

“I found your hairband by the way. I’ll give it to you when you wake up.”

The sadness on the bees face disappears and he smiles sleepily. “Thanks, you’re the best. Please don’t go home while I’m sleeping.”

You smile at the silly idea but make sure to settle the bee’s worries.

“I promise I won’t. Good night Narancia.”

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Just a few more days until you had to go back home and you had been spending all your alone time just trying to just finish up Bruno’s top. At some points you thought you wouldn't be able to before it was time to go but with some lost sleep you manage to finish all the lace for the sleeves. You were now spending your quiet morning putting everything together.

Forming the last stitch, you cut the string and place the needle down. You hold out the finished top in front of you.

The long sleeved loose-fitting top contained a V neck and was all lace except for part of the back where you sewed in a black silk cloth. Overall the lace was mostly simple but there were places where you tried to implement more floral patterns.

You look over it once more and smile content when you don't find any glaring mistakes. Now all you had to do is wait until night time rolled around.

You drink the rest of nectar from your cup sitting on the table and sigh. You were tired. Very tired. Your sleep schedule was all over the place the last couple days because of this top, and now that you were done a nap would be nice. You make sure to find a good place to hide away the top before going to Bruno’s room.

When you enter, the moth is softly snoring in bed but the moment you try to get under the covers you stir him awake. He opens an eye slightly before closing it again and reaching out towards you. You cuddle up to him and he wraps his arms around you.

“Taking a nap?” he asks.

“Yep. By the way I have a surprise for you tonight.”

A grin appears on his face. “Oh? I wonder what it is.”

You softly boop his nose. “You’ll see later, so you can go back to sleep now.”

It doesn't take long for you to drift off after that but when you finally awaken, the light from outside has been replaced by the night. You hadn’t expected to be asleep that long and feel very disoriented because of it.

Bruno looks over at you from the book he’s reading. “Sleep well?”

You sit up and rub at your eyes. “I guess so. I didn't mean to sleep that long though.” You get up and stretch. “Is Narancia awake?”

“I actually just put him back to bed. He woke up around the same time you fell asleep.”

Your eyes widen at how heavy you had fallen asleep.

“God you must be tired then….Oh wait your surprise!”

You quietly make your way to the main room and grab the satchel that you had hid behind one of the pillows on the couch. After pulling out the top, you can’t stop yourself from looking over it again, but you nod to yourself to discard any doubts.

Bruno’s sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for you when you return.

“Okay take your sweater off,” you say, almost demand.

His brows raise and you almost laugh.

“It’s not like that I made something for you.”

You hold out the top to show him. “I'm not sure you remember us talking about me making a top for you but you probably saw peeks of it whenever you managed to sneak up on me...Anyways I finally finished it!”

The moth gets up to get a better look at the top.

“____ it must have taken so long to make this. It looks really well done.”

Bruno takes off his sweater and you hand the top to him. When it’s finally on, you almost die. It looks good on him, really good.

The moth looks at you with concern. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yes...wait put on some bottoms too.”

Your eyes follow his every movement as he slips on a pair of black bottoms.

“Amore, you look like you're going to pass out…”

“Probably. You look so good! I was worried all your fluff would get in the way but it actually looks nice with it.” You nod to yourself. “Yep, I’m definitely showing my mentor this!”

“Mentor?”

“Well kinda. This spider helped me learn how to do lace so I could make this outfit for you.”

He tilts his head as if he misheard. “Did you just say spider?”

“He’s completely harmless I swear! I thought he would be dangerous and was nervous to approach him but turns out the rumors were true.”

“Rumors? ….Well if you say he’s safe then I won’t worry. Or at least I’ll try not too.”

Bruno however still looks skeptical.

“Don’t worry, I'm being safe and if he wanted to eat me he definitely had multiple chances to do it.”

The moth’s brows furrow from your statement but you continue on. “You'll go with me to model the outfit right?”

“Of course.”

“Make sure you wear bottoms too!”

He grins. “I will.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “Thank you for this gift. You're very talented and I’m glad to show that off.”

Your eyes widen slightly and you’re wordless for a tick but manage to nod. “It’s no problem. I love making stuff for you...”

After gifting Bruno’s top, the days seem to pass quickly. Other than stitching patterns into the hairband you made for Narancia you’re mainly packing and cleaning. And during this time, the sun starts to make more frequent appearances and the weather slowly gets warmer. It’s not long before you don’t have to put on multiple layers before going outside anymore.

While the three of you are outside trying to clean up the leftover items from the melted pile of snow that were once your lovely snowbugs, you notice the start of a few new leaves growing on the mostly bare branches of the tree.

It was still a bit cold but maybe just maybe if you tried you could take flight. You flap your wings a few times to wake them up from the long period of non use. You then try to get off the ground but you’re only left exhausted from your attempt.

Bruno comes up behind looking at you expectantly. You sigh and move your wings down so he can so he can properly wrap his arms around you. He then starts rapidly vibrating and of course Narancia latches onto your leg and begins giggling when the vibrating spreads to him. You laugh along but are momentarily surprised when you feel vibrations coming from the bee too. It’s nowhere near the level of Bruno’s but it was better than anything you could do.

After you're warm enough Bruno and Narancia let go and with a few flaps of your wings you’re back in the air. You almost cheer in excitement and immediately make a round about the house before flying up towards the branches of the tree.

“Finally!”

You always took flying for granted until it was taken away from you for a whole season. You take a moment to enjoy the sun's beams through the parts in the branches before lowering back down to where Bruno and Narancia stand. However you're not ready to stop flying just yet and stay off your feet.

Narancia, who has been watching excitedly, reaches up towards you when you get close. “I wanna fly too!”

You look down at him, amused, grab his arms and lift him up before spinning him around. His squeals and giggles fill the air.

A small smile sits on Bruno’s face, content with just watching you two.

You play around with Narancia a bit more in the air before putting him down.

“Your wings are so cool! I can't wait to have wings too!”

You hadn't gotten yours until you were well into your teens and went through your pupa stage, but perhaps bees grew theirs at a different time.

“One day you will but I don't mind carrying you until then! I’ll even take you to visit flowers with me.”

Narancia smiles, “Yes! Can we go now?”

Bruno jumps in before you actually answer knowing that you would most likely say anything other than no. “Another day Narancia. We came out here to clean up.”

He pouts at Bruno but before he can start whining the moth gives him a look that clearly says ‘don't start’.

The bee crosses his arms and huffs. “Fine!”

You struggle to hold back your laughter when Bruno shakes his head.

[jinnyu]

Used artwork credit here

A/N: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE DRAFT AND THEREFORE THE ASK WAS ALSO DELETED, IM SORRY— alright, hopefully you'll enjoy this nonetheless, thanks for asking! I'll try to find the person who asked for this prompt later.

And so, this ask is Raihan x Female! Reader, the prompt is displayed above.

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You sip your bottled tea as you watched Raihan battle the opposing gym challenger from the bleachers; to say you're amused was an understatement. The dragon tamer never ceased to amaze you everytime he's in a battle, regardless if he reigns victorious or fell down in the depths of defeat— his match is always wild, numerous of fans shouting for his side as he let the sandstorm take over the stadium, enveloping it in a rough weather.

The fans were alright though considering the stadium was perfectly designed for these type of things, protecting the said viewers from the harsh effects of the weather— which Raihan takes pride in, looking at how his technique consist of taking advantage of the weather to boost his pokemons powers.

This is what makes you baffled with his performance every time. Even if you already became a Champion that rules over Galar, you didn't look down on him, and you're not planning to.

Occasionally, the dragon tamer would lock eyes with you, sending chills down your spine as his cerulean eyes stare right through you, followed by that signature smug grin of his in which his fans has grown a liking to. You gave him a gesture of support by clenching your hands accompanied by a determined look on your eyes. He noticed your small action and gave you a thumbs up before focusing on the match infront of him once again.

Some fans mistaken it as him looking at them, and they immediately melted on the spot due to that misunderstanding. Though you didn't pay any mind to it, you dont want to ruin people's happiness anyways, just let them be.

After the earthshaking match, which Raihan managed to reign victorious, he gave a hug to the challenger, and telling them that there were no hard feelings involved. Luckily for him, the challenger was still determined to try harder for a rematch in the near future, and they can ensure Raihan that they'll be the one taking victory home next time they meet.

Raihan saw that as a challenge and he's going to get stronger, he wants to give his best at every match, that's his job after all. Losing just wont do for him.

When all of that commotion ended, you approached the said dragon tamer with a smile dancing on your lips and arms open wide, incase he wanted a good ol' hug after the match.

You know him so well, of course he wanted a hug, and its from you— you.. you're his crush, not that you know it, its a new thing for him too. He took an interest on you when he saw you battle at the Championship Cup, reaping the victory without any effort; you're strong, you're tough, you're more than what you seem, and Raihan liked that part of you.

Though on other times, you're also clumsy, careless, and mostly oblivious. These trait of yours just amplified your attractiveness level to Raihan; strong and oblivious usually doesn't match with eachother, yet you managed to make them mix well, creating... you.

"Good job on the victory!"

You planted your face on his chest, burying your head in the warm feeling of his hoodie, and trying your best not to get tiny little sand stuck in your head. It'll be a pain in the ass to clean up later if you did. Your arms wrapped around his lean waist, hugging him as tight as you could to show him your affection.

Raihan responded well by hugging you back and ruffling your hair, saying a light 'thanks' along the way. Maybe without your support, he would've lost this round, and other rounds from before— no matter, he should just focus on the present, where you're hugging him in the middle of the stadium... infront of his assistants. Not to mention Leon is also watching, accompanied by chairman Rosé.

The dragon tamer then pulled back after awhile, he knows this affectionate act of yours doesn't have any meaning behind it. Just a hug you gave to your bestie after his gruelling match; it has became a habit at this point, and you didn't even notice that. Raihan did though, he paid attention on every little details about you. From the way you dressed, to the way your expression changes over the time, that even he notices the smallest shift in your mood during the day.

Silence began spreading between you both, and its getting kind of uncomfy. So you decided to break away the tension by helping him dusting off the sand on his body, and his features. The amount was quite a lot, and it's going to take awhile if you really want to remove all of the tiny bits of sand from the previous match. You even thought about suggesting him to not use the sandstorm weather next time, it's really getting troublesome and somewhat irritating to handle. At least for you.

"Stay still im helping you clean up" you said as you reached for his headband. He didn't want any help in cleaning up this time, considering that Leon is here, and few of his assistants—lets not forget about chairman Rosé whos observing from the sidelines, possibly being held captive by Oleana because of work reasons.

Raihan then gripped your arm as he tilted his head a little bit back, preventing you from reaching his tangerine headband "No need princess, i can clean it up by myself" he grinned, trying to hide the embarrassment thats slowly growing inside him.

Sure he might be a man of confidence, pride swelling on his chest with each step that he takes, but the poor dragon tamer only could handle so much when it comes to you. All that pride and confidence washed away just like that, and thats all because of your damned adorable oblivious trait.

You were determined to take off his headband, even if that means you need to use all off your techniques on him. This time, you only relied on your obliviousness. You really dont know what effect it has on him— you didn't even know if your oblivious trait has an effect on him at all! But you saw him blushing a few times from you being genuinely curious about something, so its worth a try.

Raihan was completely caught of guard when he looked down at you and your determined eyes; it was different from before where you're supporting him, he cant tell whats really different, but it just hits diffrent. You reaching up with Raihan gripping your wrist, warm eyes locking with his followed by a small curl on the edge of your lips as you felt him slowly reducing his strength in the effort to prevent you reach for his headband.

This only resulted in him looking away, blush subtly creeping on his cheeks as he tried to avoid eye contact with you. The Great Raihan would never be embarrassed in such a situation, hell, he'd be the one to make you embarrassed! But this time, apparently the odds were in your side , and you're grateful for that.

The thing you didn't understand was; why is he blushing? You didn't do anything, you only tried to take off his headband in order to clean it, and yet when he locked eyes with you, a tint of blush appeared on his chocolate skin, in which he attempted to hide it by looking at anywhere but towards your direction. This was a great opportunity to make him blush more, dont you think? Its rare to see Raihan blush out of nowhere, and you got to see it up close! A way great opportunity, you couldn't bear to pass this chance.

With a gentle push forwards from your body and him being off guard, you two tumbled down to the ground below you with a loud 'thud' ; Raihan covered your fall by pulling you close to his chest, which makes you comfortably land on his body instead.

"Honestly," you trailed as you got up from your position, lifting your body up with your hands on each side of Raihan's head before looking down onto him with a joyful grin plastered on your face "You're cute when you blush, Rai" you chirped, followed by a soft laugh. The position you guys were in wasn't quite the best to see without context. But you couldn't care less, you two were only having a wholesome bestie moment— yet Raihan might be freaking out inside because, oh Arceus, what is he gonna explain to Leon and the Chairman himself? Him blushing just makes it worse and doesn't help him out at all.

His eyes finally dared to look into yours again while a sigh slipped past his lips "You're just teasing me," he exclaimed as his lips curl into his usual relaxed smile; shades of blush still not leaving his face "Again." He added, hands reaching up to pull you back down onto his body, loving the way you fit inside his embrace just perfectly. He's way taller than you, meanwhile you could be accused of 'tiny' compared to him. Thats why he liked hugging you so much, even if you're just teasing him.

He doesn't care if you know his feelings or not, he's just happy that he could hold you like this without any care in the world right after his tiring match. Though he still does have a lot of explaining to do the the Chairman later, and possibly to Leon too.

[firaknight]

“How’re you so... unbothered by all this?! You haven’t shown a single bit of concern for anyone’s well being, but especially mine! I’ve been risking my life and you’ve been unbothered with the fact that I could just up and die in my sleep and none of you would know?!?! Could you show a single bit of fucking genuine care for once?!?!”

Gooey was silent, letting Adeleines words echo around them both. He stared up at the stars, a vacant look on his face. He could see Adeleines face out of his peripherals. She was crying, tears streaking down her pale cheeks, the streaks emphasizing the dark circles under her eyes. Her expression was a twisted mix of pure anger and deep sorrow. He could faintly see her aura, a deep purple-red; clear pain and upset radiating from her. He glanced to the grass below him, lost in thought.

“I have shown genuine care, I just show it differently than others. I’ve been worried about you this whole time, believe it or not.”

“Stop lying.”

“I’m not lying. I don’t feel the same sense of urgency everyone else feels when you’re in danger. I feel...” He took a moment, trying to think of the right way to describe the feeling.

“...Fear, but relief. I’m worried for you, but I know you’ll come out ok. There’s no point in worrying about something I can’t help with nor help control, right?”

Adeleine didn’t answer. Gooey glanced over at her, noticing how she was trembling, tears dripping off her face, leaving little stains in her smock. It was clear that she was trying to bottle everything up and shove it down again.

“Addie, if you’re upset, you can cry.”

She didn’t answer again, simply opting for a rotten glare. The red in her aura seemed to overlap the purple in that moment. Gooey looked away, turning his attention back to the stars.

Just give her a moment. She’s upset and she doesn’t think the same way you do. She just needs a second.

Silence hung between them, neither seeming to want to break it. Gooey was content waiting for Adeleine to calm herself down. He wasn’t a fan of her bottling things up, but she did need a moment to calm down. She was heated, too many emotions overlapping one another. Her head was too clouded to think clearly, and that can spell disaster. He knew she’d be easier to talk to when she’d calmed down a little.

“I’m scared...” Her voice cracked, sadness creeping through her tone. She struggled a hiccup, trying to hide how upset she was. Gooey slowly looked over at her, his tongue pointed up at the stars. Her aura was a mix of purple and blue now, the red having completely faded.

Sadness... mixed with... guilt... and... a sense of pain? Those first two make sense, but why the last one? Did she get an injury we didn’t know about?

“Scared of what?”

“Scared of losing everything...” Adeleine gripped her smock in an attempt to stop herself from shaking. Her breath hitched, her bottom lip quivering as tears started flowing again. Gooey watched as a near black tint overcame her aura. He flinched, his mouth eye coming into view. It was a natural response to panic like that, considering he hadn’t seen black in an aura since the Void Termina incident, but he quickly realized that the black tint in her aura wasn’t corruption; she was panicking. Fear had overtaken her thoughts, filling whatever was there with worst case scenarios that stuck like superglue. His mouth eye disappeared, his tongue pulling back. He shuffled over to her and pushed his body against her. The contact seemed to help.

“It’s ok, Addie. Whatever you’re thinking of won’t happen. You’re scaring yourself over things that will never happen.” He heard her breathing hitch, a cough escaping her. He opened one eye, watching the black tint slowly leave her aura. He had to stop himself from letting out a sigh of relief.

“I’m scared that if I mess up... even once... *hic* t-that... everyone I-I care about... t-they’ll...”

“Everyone’s going to be fine. We’ll get them back, I promise.” Gooey wrapped his tongue around her hand, letting her grip it in response. It didn’t hurt, even though Gooey was convinced that it probably should’ve. A new aura entered his peripherals, a soft green glow outlining a small figure in the darkness.

“I’m sorry, I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” Adeleine recognized the voice on the spot, barely turning her head to try and see the figure.

“Go away, Dreambert...” Her voice was incredibly quiet, almost hoarse.

“Adeleine-“

“I said go away...” She was just a tad louder that time, but still nowhere near her normal volume.

“I’m not going anywhere. You’re upset. I refuse to let a friend like you be hurt like this.” He floated towards her, the bottom nubs on his head flicking intently. In an instant, his expression softened, seemingly having picked up on her aura. He floated around to face her, his arms outstretched.

“Oh, you poor thing, come here.” His tone was soft, gentle in nature. Adeleine barely scooted forwards, meeting his embrace. Gooey quickly unwrapped his tongue and joined them, nestling himself in her arms. Her breath hitched, louder than before, a whimper leaving her lips. She tightened her hold, and the dam broke. She let out a sobbing wail, no longer able to control herself.

“Shh, it’ll be alright.” Gooey could hear her sobs echo through the woods around them. It was a miracle Ribbon hadn’t woken up at this point. A sudden sharp pain got his attention; Adeleine had dug her nails into the back of him. She probably didn’t mean to, she was still crying pretty heavily, so he brushed it aside. Her comfort was more important than his own at that moment.

“It’s ok, Adeleine. Try to let yourself relax, ok? We’re here for you, kid.” Dreamberts voice reached her ears. She struggled to slow her sobs, only succeeding in starting up a small coughing fit. She could feel Gooey gently patting her back with his tongue, a clear gesture of comfort. She sniffled, pulling the two closer, burying her face between them. She shut her eyes and blocked out all the senses she could, taking slow, deep breaths. The only sense she didn’t try to block out is her sense of smell. With each deep breath, she focused on the smells of her friends. Such a thing had become a comfort for her. Whenever she was upset like this, Ribbon would hug her and ask her to pick out things she could sense. The velvety feeling of her dress, the smell of cinnamon rolls that always seemed to stick to her, the gentle fluttering of her wings; anything she could sense like that was something she should focus on.

“Deep breaths, Addie.” Her breath hitched again, a hiccup or two following. She took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. At first, the scent of metal hit her senses. It wasn’t blood, thankfully, but it was prominent. Following the scent of metal came that strangely unique Dark Matter smell. It was hard to describe, but it almost smelled sweet. Following that was a bitter scent, akin to orange peels.

That’s Gooey...

She took another deep breath, letting her mind wrap around the scents she picked up on already. A wave of chamomile and lavender hit her senses, heavy, but oddly light at the same time. Notes of charcoal slipped in, faint and airy in nature. She could just barely make out that fresh laundry smell, tucked beneath the other scents.

...And thats Dreambert...

She let out a shaky sigh, slowly sitting upright and loosening her grip on the two. Dreambert gently floated out of her arms, offering a hand for her to take.

“Come, let’s get you in bed. You must be exhausted.” His voice wrapped around her mind, quelling any stray thoughts that might cause trouble. She’d stopped crying, and he was right; she was exhausted. She weakly took his hand, letting herself be led back towards the little base camp they’d all set up. She barely registered him humming something. It sounded like a lullaby, and she recognized it, but from where? She was too tired to really think about it. Something about that song he was humming was too difficult to resist. With each step, she grew more and more tired, sleep starting to take hold. Gooey seemed to notice her lapse in consciousness, using his tongue to keep her arms propped around him.

Guess I forgot that Dreambert can, uh, do that.

He looked up at Adeleine, who was falling asleep mid-walk. She wasn’t even fighting to stay awake anymore, or at least, he was pretty sure she wasn’t. It was hard to tell sometimes.

That lullaby.... that’s the same one Ado used to sing to her, right? I recognize that melody, I think.

Gooey took a second to listen to the lullaby Dreambert was singing. He’d learned that the Pi’illo’s magic didn’t affect him, which was nice for situations like this. He felt a sudden drop, his grip tightening briefly. Adeleine had stumbled, clearly dozing off. Dreambert simply looked back and chuckled, guiding her over to the makeshift bed she’d made. Carefully, he eased her down, making sure she didn’t simply fall to the ground. Once she was sitting down, he flipped into his pillow form, landing on the ground behind her. She let out a soft grunt before simply falling to her side, her head landing on Dreamberts pillow form. In seconds she was out cold, sleep having finally taken hold. Gooey carefully shifted in her arms, getting himself comfortable. He glanced over at Ribbon, who was still sound asleep. A smile crossed his face. He nestled against Adeleine and closed his eyes.

“See you in the morning, Addie.” Silence surrounded them as the world faded into the darkness of night, illuminated only by the shimmering stars above them.

[curlyhairallday]

Bump and Dumps -Part Two

Here is part two hope you like it.

Hattie had quickly realised after jumping in her yellow vw beetle on her escape from Harry their memories together were so ingrained into her life there was no way to forget him even temporarily. Even her car which she had nicknamed sunny was a constant reminder of him, he had gifted her the car as a graduation present when she’d finished university. It had been her dream car since she could remember the old fashioned Beetle was such an iconic car in her eye and she had been blown away that her best friend had given her such an amazing gift. Her and Harry had also made many memories on the back seat of her car. As she began driving down the M25 she began to panic Hattie left everything in her life to chance she trusted in the universe to lead her the correct way. I mean why wouldn’t she trust it, for it was chance that had led her to Harry originally but right now as she was driving down the M25 she realised she had removed chance. For the first time in her life she had taken a decision into her own hands.

She took a deep breath as she neared her child home in a small countryside village on the outside of London. It was no ideal for her to commute to work but it would be a temporary solution to a massive problem. The next issue was explaining the situation to her parents as she pulled up outside her little home in the middle of nowhere she felt completely broken she had not lived at home since she had left for uni at 18. She grabbed Muffin and her handbag deciding to get the rest of her limited possessions tomorrow. Muffin stirred and began to meow in confusion she had only ever been but in her cat box for the short tube journey to the vets. Hattie quickly unlocked her parents door luckily she still possessed her key. She knew her mum would be in bed but her Dad would luckily be asleep on the sofa with a random documentry in the background.

She was right she saw her Dad snoring away on the sofa she put her bags and muffin down and cuddled up to her Dad.

“Claire?” her dad questioned groggily opening his eyes.

“Hattie? Wait what are you doing here.” he sat up starring up at his daughter confusion flooding his face.

“Missed you.” she sighed snuggling further into her Dad who quickly recipriocated.

After ten minuted of her and her father hugging in silence he spoke.

“Come on then lets get to bed.” Hattie grabbed muffin and her bag following her Dad upstairs to her small childhood bedroom which unfortunately still possessed poster of the one and only Harry Styles.

“Night Dad, I love you.”

“I love you too Harriet, we will discuss everything tomorrow ok?” she quickly nodding knowing her father knew something was wrong. I mean it was kind of obvious when his almost 24 year old daughter turned up at home at 11:30 at night.

She closed her door and let Muffin out her carrier, she decided that she should probably turn on her phone and alert Harry to her taking Muffin as she had forgotten to mention it and was worried he had not noticed the carrier as she had left. Immediately as her phone turned on it sprang to life 60 messages and 34 missed calls.

21 Missed Calls from Harold

4 Missed Calls from Gem

1 Missed Call from Jeffo

2 Missed Calls from Em

6 Missed Calls from Mitch

Her texts were no better, although a few were from work about a hearing on Monday and new elements to the case she was helping represent the majority were from Harry. Emily had messaged to say she knew I had told Harry and hoped I was alright and that I was welcome to my old room as she had never gotten a new housemate after I had moved out mainly as she had never needed one in the first place and Hattie knew the offer although it was genuine was from a place of pity. She began to read through Harry’s messages.

Please come back Hat, I didn’t mean to make you feel this way.

Can you let me know you are alright and safe please.

Hattie.

This isn’t fair you didn’t give me a chance to explain. It’s my baby too Hattie.

I am sorry baby.

Please come home, I love you.

Hattie I will give you tonight but tomorrow we are talking about this I won’t let you go.

The messages continued going between desperation, declarations of love and anger which was immediately followed by an apology. Although, Harry had a temper he always realised when it had revealed its ugly head and rein it back straight away. Muffin came and curled up on her chest as she began to sob the little fur ball was very comforting and always seem to know when Hattie was down.

Gemma had also messaged her offering a place to stay for a little break and had briefly even mentioned a congratulations on the baby and her excitement to have Hattie around forever. She knew Harry would confide in Gemma and although she and Gemma were friends she knew Harry was her first priority and she was glad that he had her.

Jeff had asked her to call him back or Harry and had even joked that there was little he could do with a emotionally broken rock star.

She kept reading Harry’s messages over and over finding comfort in his words but she knew she couldn’t do anything until she was no longer confused about him, her future and of course the baby. She sent Harry a quick message.

I am safe. Muffin is with me. I will call you sometime next week.

Harry was on the phone to Gemma when he saw her text he let out a sigh of relief, one because he thought that he had accidentally let Muffin out when he had gone to see if Hattie had truly gone and he knew how much that cat meant to her if he lost Muffin he may as well give up on ever speaking to her again. Although part of him had secretly hoped the cat had escaped so he could demand her to come back and search for her. Secondly, because he knew she was safe which was an absolute priority for him always had been thats why inside the house they had military level security cameras. He also installed the cameras so no matter where he was he could check she was safe he would also check she was up in the morning for work so he’d know if she was sick or running late which was something Hattie hated. He could also check she was safe home from work.

Over the three years he had tried to find a suitable match he had tried to set Hattie free he knew she couldn’t stand fame, the press or attention that's why he had always refused her to be his girlfriend. He knew he had been selfish to make her move in with him but at the time he had reasoned with himself that it was in her best interest but he knew its because he needed her. Every girl had not compared to her Camille was hopeful but she didn’t have the determination, wonder and compassion Hattie possessed. When she had first said she was pregnant he was so happy it meant that as Hattie would say the universe had confirmed he could have her. It no longer seemed like a selfish action to him, he hadn’t realised how rejected Hattie felt as soon as he realised when he was with Camille that Hattie had started to look for places elsewhere he had ended it immediately. This is what was leading to him getting into him car at 3am to drive an hour and a half to his love.

He panicked during the drive what if she rejected him? What if she doesn’t want the baby? He had fallen in love with the idea of a tiny human half him and half Hattie since the moment he met her. He was going to prove to her he did love him he did want her and he was no longer selfish he would even give up touring his second album for her and the baby if she needed him too. He’d give up everything if it meant he could have her because after three years of her he realised he couldn’t deal without her as cliche as it sounded.

Harry knocked on her door he was unsure what welcome he would get as not only was it 4:30am but he had also knocked up their daughter and caused her to leave in the middle of the night. He knew that if it was his daughter this had happened to he would knock out the guy.

“Hello Harry I expected you to not be far behind.” Hattie’s dad Simon spoke well Harry took the fact he didn’t seem angry as a good sign. Maybe Hattie had not disclosed the situation to her parents.

“Hello Simon, I am sorry it is so early.” Harry shook Simon hand and followed him into the little home. He had always loved coming here mainly due to the pictures of a small Hattie coating every wall. Also the smell of vanilla and cinnamon smell which was very closely linked to Hattie she made their own home possess the same smell.

“So why don’t you tell me what is going on? Hattie didn’t seem up to discussing things but seeing as it is just us men tell me why I should not make you leave right now. As it is obvious you have hurt my daughter.”

“Hattie is pregnant.”

Simon rose quickly from his seat his face turning red with anger.

“Tell me right now you did not tell her to get rid of my grandchild.”

“No no I would never there is nothing I want more.” Harry defended himself quickly imagining the chubby little baby a similar one to the photo of Hattie on the wall with chunky little fat rolls and a cheeky smile.

“I think she is confused. She doesn’t think what we have is enough.”

“What do you have?” Harry knew he had to tread carefully even though Hattie was a liberal spirit especially before she met Harry. He had told him stories of her losing her virginity at 4am with her next door neighbour a boy three years older than her at just 15 under the apple tree in her garden. Although, He knew her parents were very traditional every time he had stayed here they would be put in separate room as he would sneak in at 2am to hers.

“It is confusing but I love her. I really do please I need to make her understand. I want her I want the baby I would marry her tomorrow if that’s what she needs.”

“Hold on a second there. I think you should walk before you can run son.”

Hattie sat hidden on the stairs listening to there conversation sadly though she knew he was only panicke due to her leaving and maybe he was fearful she would hide the baby from him. She knew he didn’t mean those things because if he did, he wouldn’t have waited three years to realise.

Hope you enjoy Part 2. Let me know if you have any questions or want a part three. Also does everyone love Hattie as much as me wish I was her. T x

[luciferpens]

( VANESSA HUDGENS, FEMALE, SHE/HER ) ⌇ have you seen Zella Ramos around icaria? they are the 33 year old child of PERSEPHONE. they remind me of SECRET GARDENS IN A FOREST CLEARING , FLOWERS AT A FUNERAL, PEARLS ON BARE SKIN AND VINTAGE CLOTHES SMELLING OF MINT . They’ve been on the island for 12 years.

BASICS

FULL NAME: Zella Ramos

NICKNAMES: Zella, Z, Ella, 

FACE CLAIM: Vanessa Hudgens

AGE: Thirty-Three

SEXUALITY: pansexual & panromantic

DATE OF BIRTH: May 4, 1987

GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis female she/her

EDUCATION: Masters in Biology; B.A. Mortuary science

OCCUPATION: Mortician and owner of the only funeral home on Icaria

GODLY PARENT: Persephone

GODLY POWERS: Necromancy & Chlorokinesis: Can create flowers at will and raise the dead for few minutes to get their last words and requests. She can't keep people alive for long but its usually enough time to get a couple last minute requests out

BIO + BULLET POINTS

Had an older brother named Thomas.

They were the best of friends and both children of Persephone.

Discovered her powers at 11 and thats when she met her mother Persephone.

Met Dylan at 11 the two became best friends and then started to date at the age of 15 until they were 18.

Then moved London with her boyfriend Danby to go to college.

TW: Death suicide and car accidents

A friend was killed in a car accident and thats when Zella discovered her necromancy skill of bringing a soul back to a body for a few moments to get their last words and wishes.

at 25 Zella and Danby were engaged but Danby, stressed and depressed  dies by suicide.

Zella slowly heals and by 27 is doing better but needs to get her appendix taken out.

Brother and SIL get in a car accident that results in Thomas’ death on the way to see her in the hospital

Funeral is held back in Athens. After funeral Zella goes to childhood garden and finds out that Dylan was kicked out of the huntresses because she loved Zella.

Zella develops dissociative amnesia and doesn’t remember many details of most of these traumatic memories.

Returns home and goes through the motions as a mortician not really realizing she’s missing a lot of her past.

Efren had been working non-stop on a case when he met PERSEPHONE. She had strode into the library smile on her face, flower in hand, leather jacket over her shoulders and colorful hair bouncing with each step He was entranced by her and the two spent the next two weeks entangled in one another. He knew something was different about her, something in-human but he never truly questioned it. Persephone, going by the name of Lily, flitted in and out of Efren’s life for the next 9 months where he happily doted on her and her growing belly. That was when THOMAS was born. He was a happy bouncing baby. Despite Efren’s busy life he doted on his new son and spent any time he wasn’t working with the quickly growing toddler. Persephone vanished not to long after; but Efren understood and soon found a woman who loved him and his son.

They were married a year later. The first year of their marriage was amazing -- until they got the news that Lyka was infertile. Heartbroken and distraught the two were left unsure of what to do… when in walked Lily once again. After discussion and the reveal of who she was, she granted them with one more child, this time a daughter, ZELLA. Zella was just as happy as her older brother when she was born and Lyka and Kenug couldn’t be happier with their family.

Zella would say her childhood was pretty good, she had a loving older brother who doted on her, parents who, though were very busy, still loved and cared for them and a grandmother who spent every day with them. The family had a cabin not far from the outskirts of Athens, where they lived, in the woods. They would travel two to three times a year to stay in the cabin for a week to three at a time. This -- was Zella’s favorite time. She was away from school, from normal life and up in the woods and nature. It was here in the cabin that Tao and Zella DISCOVERED THEIR ABILITIES. Wondering around the edges of the cabin Zella was admiring a flower and Tao was play fighting an imaginary villain with a stick when the flower Zella was touching promptly died. She hadn’t realized it in that moment, but she was annoyed with her brother for ignoring her and not letting her join in… and her anger had transferred through her and into the flower killing it. She was only 7 at the time and started bawling her eyes out. Tao rushed over to check on her and saw the dead flower, knowing it had made his sister so upset he reached out to touch it -- and it sprung back to life. The two were in shock completely flabbergasted. They then searched for another dead flower and again, brought it back to life. The joy they both experienced had caused the small clearing they were in to burst to life with a field of grape hyacinths.

This field, deep in the woods near their cabin became Zella and Tao’s sanctuary. Over the years they cultivated it to their liking, it was their place to practice their powers over the plants and to create an area of calm tranquility. She grew thousands of flowers, made a swing out of vines; tao created large trees that encompassed the field, the tree in which they put the swing and he created a pond for them to relax by. IT WAS THEIRS AND FOR YEARS THEY TOLD NO ONE. Tao was 13, Zella 11, when they finally brought their mom, dad, and grandma to the spot, and upon seeing its beauty their father broke down and told them the truth of who they were birthed from. The shock of discovering who their mother affected them quite differently. Tao was overjoyed to realize their mother was Persephone; Zella was angry. Angry she never came around since they were born, she loved her parents of course, but Persephone? she wanted to meet her, she wanted to know who she came from and the fact she was 11 and had no idea? Well. That was just UNACCEPTABLE.

That night she went back out to the field and screamed to the sky demanding Persephone come to see her, demanding answers. And so Persephone did, she looked exactly like she had when she had met her father. That pastel punk goddess who had a sly smile on her face. The two talked for hours; she learned all she could about Persephone and why she did what she did. By the end, Persephone had told her that there was a darker side of her power, she wasn’t sure how exactly it would manifest but that to not be surprised it death had something to do with it. When Persephone left she grew a SINGLE POMEGRANATE TREE in the dead center of their sanctuary as a reminder. The next day it was completely filled.

It was on that same trip that she met DYLAN. A huntress of Artemis but a daughter of Eros. The girl was up in her mother’s tree. Zella was not happy about this and demanded the girl to get down and leave the poor tree alone, she had been eating the pomegranates, and in young Zella’s mind that was not right. It took all of a few moments of talking for the two to become fast friends. From then on any time Zella came up to the cabin the two met in the garden and spent any free time they had together. She was 15 when their friendship turned to something more -- a heated conversation turned to Dylan KISSING Zella out of nowhere and that was it. The two were suddenly inseparable and together.

They kept in contact through letters, a secret phone and visits. They were dating long distance and seeing each other a guaranteed three times a year… but occasionally Zella would take the moped and drive the hour and a half trek into the forest to the glenn to see Dylan. Things were amazing for the two for a good two and a half years until one day Zella’s dad found out. They had tried to hard, Tao (who was now going by Thomas with his friends) had even covered for her so much, but he found out about her relationship. He was FURIOUS over so much, one that she was dating a woman, two that it was a daughter of Artemis and three, that it had been kept from him for years. One fight turned into two, into ten… and each time it ended with the same idea “THE OATH THEY SWEAR IS ONE THEY WILL NEVER BREAK FOR ANYONE. SHE WILL NOT CHOOSE YOU OVER ARTEMIS, THAT’S HER FAMILY. SHE WAS RAISED THERE. YOU WOULD NEVER ABANDON US AND SHE WILL NEVER ABANDON THEM. SHE’S ONLY GOING TO BREAK YOUR HEART.”

Of course -- Zella fought that and fought it hard … that was until she noticed Dylan pulling away, missing their meetups, and the distance that seemed to grow between them. What should have been a monthly hang out turned into every two months and for shorter windows of time. Before long they had gone almost four months without seeing one another and barely talking… Zella took it as a sign they were over and she forced herself to MOVE ON. It happened quickly she had been friends with Danby for years and after spending more time together he asked her out. Graduation was fast approaching and college was looming on the horizon so Dylan went back to see Zella and tell her about her plan for college, Danby came up and that was that. They were over for good.

TW: DEATHS, SUICIDE + CAR ACCIDENT

Zella and Danby moved to London, they got themselves a little apartment a cat and started college together. Zella into biology and Danby into criminal law. They spent time seeing plays, eating at new places, drinking with friends and traveling between their semesters.  They took trips with friends and on one such trip they had gone to Rome, late one night they were all walking home from the bars when their friend Ricardo stepped into traffic not paying attention and was killed instantly by a truck speeding down the road. Shock set in almost immediately but Danby moved into action rushing to their friend’s side -- Zella followed a moment later. Danby was sobbing at his friends death, Zella knelt down to be next to her boyfriend and her fallen friend, but when she laid a hand on the man -- her mother’s dark powers, the ones she mentioned so so long ago, that she had only used once on a little mouse when she was 16, sprung back to life and Ricardo took a GASPING breath. Shock, fear and confusion. Ricardo knew he was dead and even said so, he passed along a message to give to his parents, to his girlfriend who was back in the hotel feeling a bit sick, and to them… Then when Zella reached out to tell him she would miss him and always love her friend, she touched him finished her sentence and he passed on.  It was in that moment that Zella knew what she wanted to do with her life.

Now 25, the two ended up engaged and preparing for their wedding, but first … they wanted to move back to Greece and this time ended up on Icaria where her brother (Thomas as he liked to be called now) and his girlfriend (Allegra) lived. They were as happy as could be, Zella had become a MORTICIAN, Danby was one of the top criminal lawyers on icaria but their lives were slowly drifting apart and in doing so she missed the signs. She missed what she can now look back on and say was obvious. Danby was struggling, he was exhausted, stuck and unsure of everything, he depressed and showing every sign he could that he needed to get serious help -- and yet Zella didn’t see it and she came home one day to see him dead on the floor.

She broke down. She cradled the man sobbing over his body and in doing so she used the darkness of her powers. He took a deep GASPING breath and smiled up at her he told her he loved her, but as she reached out to touch his face he slipped back into death’s embrace and was gone for good. She couldn’t get him back. She called the cops to report his suicide. They got her into therapy a week later and she’s been going ever since.

Therapy kept Zella sane and put together but once Danby was gone she threw herself into her work. She figured if she couldn’t get that peace, beyond the I love you, she would make damn sure she could give that peace to everyone else who came into her funeral home. Zella started spending more time with her brother and his girlfriend. Slowly she started to heal and feel better despite the loss. She was 27 now and with the urging of her brother she started to date once again. She started to see the world in a better light. even when she needed to have her appendix removed. Three days in the hospital was nothing. She was happy to have a couple of days off, even if it did mean surgery. She called her brother and asked if him and Allegra could come keep her company at the hospital while she recovered, they happily agreed… but they didn’t show up the way she had hoped.

It was the middle of the night when the nurse came in and told her what had happened; an accident. Allegra was alive, she was banged up and hurt but she’d be okay, that Zella could go see her in the morning…. But her brother, Thomas, had not been lucky. He was gone. She had thought the loss of Danby had wrecked her but losing her brother? The one solid link she had, that one truly unbreakable bond. Her brother who she was as close to as one could get without sharing a brain was gone. She saw Allegra the next day and the two didn’t speak but instead sat silently holding one another.

TW END

Zella and Allegra soon went back to Athens to join her mom and dad where they buried Thomas’ body in a small family plot. It was on this trip that Zella felt compelled to go back to the cabin, to their SANCTUARY. She spent three days there before she saw a huntress. She stopped her and when she asked where Dylan was she was told “DYLAN GOT KICKED OUT OF THE HUNTRESSES A LONG TIME AGO. FELL IN LOVE WITH SOME GIRL -- SUZI OR SOMETHING? WHATEVER HER NAME WAS. I THINK THEY RAN OFF TOGETHER. EITHER WAY ARTEMIS DOESN’T WANT PEOPLE NOT LOYAL TO THEIR OATH. GOOD RIDDANCE IF YOU ASK ME.” and vanished before Zella could ask anything else. Standing in her garden the last part of Zella broke. The loss of Ricardo, Danby, of her brother Thomas and now the realization that Dylan was kicked out of the Huntress and that Dylan was prepared to leave Artemis for her was that straw that broke her back. She sunk to the floor and destroyed EVERYTHING. The garden died that day all that was left standing was the pomegranate tree her mother had made and the tree with the vine swing her and Thomas had made together.

By the time she left the garden a couple of hours later Zella’s memory had been altered. DISSOCIATIVE AMNESIA or her brain decided that the trauma that she had endured over the past couple years was to much forced her to forget the details of some of the situations of the specific time and moments that caused her the most pain and anguish. This means she doesn’t remember how Ricardo died, she doesn’t really remember what it was that killed Danby, she just knows she was with him in his last breaths,  she doesn’t remember that her phone call is what prompted Thomas and Allegra to get in that car, and Dylan…. Dylan she doesn’t remember loving because that itself is too traumatic. Not that she knows that’s what it is. Zella is a shell of who she once was, shes back on Icaria doing her job as a mortician and going through the motions. Maybe one day she’ll remember it all. Maybe she wont. In her mind though…. She’s okay.

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Update, writing and life

Hey everyone, this is a little update I guess for my writing and stuff.

Putting it under a read more so it doesnt take up people's dash.

So the big one is 'fault lines' I dont know when the next chapter of this will be done. I only have about 500 words done so far, the beginning of the opening scene.

My school year is ending today but, because I ended up having one of my worst migraines during the quarter (it lasted a week and made it so eating was difficult due to nausea) I ended up with some of my worst grades ever. I've been working to raise them but due to mental health and a chronic pain condition, I've spent most of my time just laying down not doing a lot. Which stressed me out.

All of this is just a really long way of saying, I'm stressed and in pain and not in a good headspace and this story is both exceedingly draining to write and very therapeutic. I do not believe I'm doing the story justice right now. At least, not in the way I want to, and it’s very important to me that I tell the story I want with this, it’s a very personal story that is close to my heart.

So I am working on it, but much slower than normal with a lot of rewriting. Which means it might be a little bit before the chapter comes out. I apologize for this.

I've stated before I was working on a 'Bruce and Harley in med school fic' and that is still being written but it ended up wanting to be a lot longer than I had originally expected it and I am nowhere near versed in med stuff. I'm also a high school student with very limited knowledge of what colleges and med schools are like.

That being said it is something I'm pecking away at in the background.

Next up, anyone following me who read my bnha stuff, the 2nd (and final) chapter of 'The Phoenix's Song' is sitting in my google docs. I have some of it written, but because of how my interest in things works, (I end up completely immersing myself in something and when something new catches my brain I immerse myself in that with very few trips away) it means that I've been focusing more on my DC works than anything else. I only have about 1,500 words written for it and while I can promise it will be done someday, it wont be for a while yet.

That of course brings me to my sort of stress reliever story, 'and the storm is fast descending' I use it to help if I have writers block or am stressing about my other stories too much. So this one is more of an 'occasionally type a few sentences or paragraphs and see where things go' story so I have no concrete ideas about when the next chapter will be.

If you made it all the way through that rambling I both applaud and thank you.

There is one last story (that is. This is the last story of the ones I know for sure are being posted at some point, there are some other ideas sitting on the backburner), is tentatively titled 'a man takes his sadness to the river (and throws it in)' and its Jason and Bruce centric. I do not know when this will be up. It really depends in when I finish writing the last few scenes. I do hope you guys enjoy this one, because I enjoyed writing it and it gave me a lot of emotions.

Thats about it I guess, thank for being so patient and kind and I hope you are all staying safe and doing well.

My messages are always open if you want to talk or just need someone to listen for a bit and I hope that you all have a good weekend.

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Cuddles

Summary: Daryl surprises the unnamed oc one cold night. Set between seasons 2 and 3. Pairing: Daryl x Oc Word Count: 2,298 Warnings: None

 Staying warm when there's no electricity, no gas and no way to even start a fire is hard. That's where we were in life right now. Stuck in a six bedroom mansion that I would have killed for in the old world, but now it was just a brick structure that would protect us from the dead for the night. However finding housing was never the issue. Food, heat and water were the things we looked for most often. Luckily though, this house had a decent stock of food and water. So the only thing we lacked was heat.

 But this wasn't the first night we had gone without heat and we knew without discussion how to deal with it. We would forgo individual sleeping bags and sleep in pairs to share body heat. The pairings over time had preset themselves and rarely changed. Hershel shared with Beth. Lori with Carl. Maggie of course always shared with Glenn. Daryl usually shared with Carol or no one because he could be as stubborn as a horse. Rick usually shared with me or no one and T-Dog bounced between me and Carol.

 This night was particularly freezing. As I slid into my sleeping bag in one of the many rooms of the huge house I found myself wishing I had someone in the cold fabric with me, but Rick was on watch with Daryl. T had chosen Carol for the night. So I was stuck in the bag by myself...in a dark room only lit by the full moon outside. I couldn't tell you the last time I had been completely alone and to be honest I didn't like the feeling. So I decided to just push the feeling of unsettlement aside and forced myself to go to sleep.

 I woke up in the middle of the night to the rustling of clothing then a cold, obviously male figure sliding into the bag behind me. He lightly, almost hesitantly, slid his arm around my mostly exposed waist and pulled me back into his chest. He sighed as my body heat thawed his freezing skin. I assumed it was Rick, but had I been fully awake I would have realized otherwise. Rick always put his back to mine, as did T-Dog. This man was spooning with me. But being the middle of the night I thought nothing of it and went back to sleep.

 I was never very alert in the mornings, even back before the turn. I always woke up slowly, one sense at a time. The first sense that made it's way into my semi conscious state was smell. Rick usually smelled of himself and deodorant, but what assaulted my nose now was something new, yet oddly familiar. Dirt, manly musk and the very faint smell of cigarettes. Still more than half asleep I let it slide. The next sense to awaken? Touch. Hairs tickled my nose where my face was pressed into a nude, warm chest. My hands were tucked under my chin, our legs were intertwined and one heavy arm held me to this mystery man.

 Now fully aware that this was not Rick or T-Dog I opened my eyes. I didn't move for fear of waking the sleeping person. But as soon as I opened my eyes and saw the tattoo in front of them that said "Norman" I knew who was holding me, Daryl. But...Daryl? Why the hell was he in my bed? I mean, dudes hot as hell so I'm not complaining, but he had never come to me before despite me telling him that he could if the occasion ever arose.

 I never expected him to take me up on my offer, but I'm not going to lie I had thought about sharing with him and what it would be like. I never thought it would be like this. The only word for what we were doing is cuddling. When Daryl was awake he was anything but cuddly. As I tilted my head up to look at him now, sound asleep, he looked years younger and a lot less intimidating. I smirked softly to myself and pressed my face back into his chest.

 As the reality of the situation sank in, my heart started to race. I'd had a thing for him since he found me camped out in the woods near Hershel's farm, struggling to stay alive. He was attractive, gruff and somehow still sensitive and selfless and here I was cuddled up to him like my life depended on it.

 I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly in an attempted to slow my heart rate, all that did was cause Daryl to groan. I knew he was awake when his arm around me stiffened. In a silent request for him to not let go I snuggled in closer to him. Since my head was tucked below his chin he had no way of seeing that I was awake. Now his whole body was stiff, but he didn't let go.

 We laid there like that for what felt like forever and eventually I decided to see exactly how comfortable he was with our current position. He was uncomfortable with any show of affection. I knew because I rubbed his back once in a show of thanks after he shot a walker that was about to bite me and he acted like the simple loving touch burned him.

 My hands that were tucked under my chin had been clinched into fists, so I flattened them out on his taunt chest reveling in his warmth. He grunted, but otherwise didn't react. So after a few seconds I started rubbing his chest with my thumbs. It was obvious that I was awake and he pulled back, much to my dismay, to look me in the eyes. "Hi" was all I could think to say.

 "Hey" he replied, sleep making his voice even more gruff. 

 "So, uh whatcha doin'?" I drawled curiously.

 "Was sleeping till ya started movin'." He answered without a beat.

 "No I mean, whatcha doin’ here, in bed...with me?" I asked with a glance around not able to make myself look him in the eyes.

 "Ya said I could." His nonchalant tone didn't fool me.

 "Yeah, but I never expected you to take me up on my offer." I admitted.

 "I can leave if ya want me to." He said as he started to move away from me.

 "No!" I snapped a little too loud and too quickly. He quirked an almost cocky brow at me. "I mean, please don't?" I asked a lot calmer now. "I'm really warm and comfortable and if you leave we'll both be cold."

 He just settled back and pulled me close. We lay there for a few minutes comfortable and content lost in our thoughts. While I was thinking about where I was and who it was keeping me warm a smirk appeared on my face. "What ya smilin' at woman?" He asked with a glance down at me.

 "I know something no one else does." I told him with a grin and he cocked an eyebrow at me. "Unless you cuddle with Carol. If that's the case then she and I know something the rest of the group doesn't." I said my smirk growing into a grin. He scoffed and shook his head. "You're snuggly and you know it." I mocked in a sing song manner and instantly regretted it because his face turned red and he unzipped and threw the sleeping bag off of him. "I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." I spat out quickly and grabbed his hand hoping to pull him back into bed. 

 Instead of coming back to bed he stared down at my hand in his. When he finally looked away from our hands his eyes connected with mine and I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand before I have it a light tug. He obeyed and got back into the sleeping bag with me. Instead of cuddling with me face to face he put his back to me.

 I had pissed him off, or embarrassed him, or both. I hadn't meant to and I needed to apologize. So I gently slid my arm under his that lay on his side, to wrap around his waist. He stiffened, but didn't completely recoil at my touch. "I'm sorry." I told him more sincerely as I propped my head up with my elbow. From this view I could see the profile of his face. "I didn't mean to make fun. You just surprised me is all. You're always so...tough. It threw me off to see you go from a grizzly bear to a teddy bear." I said as I took in the side of his neck that was clean for once thanks to the spit baths we had all taken with solar warmed water from a nearby river.

 "Ain't no teddy bear." He grumbled.

 "No?" I asked rhetorically. "Are you sure?" I whispered as I leaned down and grazed his neck with the end of my nose gauging his reaction. He flinched a little but didn't pull away. "Because I think you can be when you want to." I grazed my lips over his neck until they got close to his ear. "And to be completely honest, I kinda have a thing for men who know how to cuddle." I admitted, but got no reaction from him. He simply remained stiff so instead of pushing him too far I decided to back off. I had made my point and made my intentions clear. If I kept going I feared I would come on too strong.

 I started to slide my arm out from under his but his hand suddenly grasped mine making me freeze. "Where ya think yer goin'?" He asked in a deep husky voice I'd never heard him use before.

 "I, uh, don't know." I stuttered as he turned over to look at me, keeping my arm over his waist as he did. His eyes were just slits illuminated by the pail morning light as he gazed at me.

 "I think you mean nowhere." He said with a small smirk as he moved to place his hand on my hip. "Come 'ere." It wasn't a question, but a demand and there was no way I could resist, not that I wanted to, when he pulled my hips into his and intertwined his legs with mine.  "How's this for cuddles?" He asked sounding cocky.

 I smirked to myself where my face was tucked into the bend of his neck. I kissed it enjoying his scent as I worked my way to his ear.  "Perfect." I whispered. Then gave his earlobe a nibble. He grunted and held me tighter.

 “You, uh,” he started to ask something but stopped.

 The sudden awkwardness in his tone had me curious. “I, uh, what?” I asked pulling back to look into his eyes.

 “You ever cuddle with anyone else?” he asked not looking me in the eyes.

 “You mean before the turn?” I asked and he still didn’t look at me or answer me. “or are you asking if I cuddle with Rick or T-dog on a regular basis?” his eyes finally met mine when I asked about Rick and T. So I knew that’s what he meant. “It’s strictly survival with them. We sleep back to back. T-dog tried something a few weeks ago, but he’s not really my type.” You answered. “What about you? Do you cuddle with anyone else?” I asked.

 “Na, we’re just friends.” He answered with a head shake.

 “Then what does that make us?” I asked without thinking that it might make things even more awkward. “Um, you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

 He simply placed his hand on the back of my head and pulled it into his chest. We stayed like this for a few minutes before we heard a knock on the bedroom door. “Daryl, you in there?” Rick’s voice came from the other side and I picked my head up to look at Daryl. “If you are, meet me on the porch, I need help checkin’ the traps before the eaters get to ‘em.”

 We just stared at each other until he heard Rick walk away. “As much as I don’t want you to, you should probably go.” I suggested.

 He nodded and set up as he tossed the sleeping back aside, letting cool air in. I quickly reached for my jacket and put it on as he grabbed his button up blue plaid shirt and shrugged it on. He stood up before me, and reached a hand out to help me up. I took it letting him haul me to my feet. I gave him a nod of thanks, getting a small nod and smile in return. After we had finished getting dressed he headed to the door and grabbed the knob, but stopped and looked back at me. He looked like he was thinking about something then all of a sudden he grabbed my hips, pulled me in and placed a light kiss on my lips. Within seconds the kisses deepened then softened before he pulled back and we opened our eyes. “Wanna share again tonight?” he asked with a glimmer in his eyes that I had never seen before.

 “Definitely.” I answered without even having to think about it.

 “Alright then.” Daryl grumbled with a nod then leaned down and pecked me on the lips. He smirked at me as he pulled the door open then turned and walked out.

 As I rolled up my sleeping bag, I thought about what was to come tonight when Daryl and I slept together again.

Authors note: And once again, sorry if this sucked. It’s been sitting incomplete on my phone for a year now so I figured it was time to finish it the best I can and post it. I am finding it hard to get inspired since losing my mother. It just has me in a weird mind set. So I apologize for the lack of updates. I’m still working on training sessions two. Hopefully I can get that finished tonight and posted tomorrow but don’t hold me to it.

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also i talked about my scifi story for like half an hour (to myself, natch) and figured out that a good way to handle the AB thing is not to have A decide to ruin the plan out of nowhere by trying to get back to the army base, setting off the system and putting B at risk because Oh Shit. its to have A be arrested for like. hacking and shit, planetside. And, of course, they take ID in that arrest (which would place the criminal mark next to B, whose only crime has been impersonation with permission and some minor licensing shenanigans that come from that), but they also take dna/biometric data, because, yknow, Fake Ids, etc. and yknow, they get the data from A, and it shows up as them being A, and everyones like :T HMMM. A is adamant that they are B, but their colleagues who were arrested with them kinda fuck that by referring to them as A (yknow, Shenanigans).

meanwhile B is at space bace. tries to call A like they’ve been doing semi-regularly, fails. assumes theyre busy. next day, tries again, fails, decides to call their younger bro, who goes ‘yea they got arrested by the govt’ ‘they WHAT? Put mum on the line!’ and all that ensues. they don’t tell B what A did (mum says ‘i dont think im allowed to tell you’) but B is panicking. because Oh, Fuck. the best case scenario is that they assume A is B and B gets a criminal recod, but that fucks over B, who is currently pretending to be A, so like, what are they supposed to do? How long are they going to have to pretend to be A, and will they want to swap back at all if it means suddenly having a record for crimes they didn’t commit? the more likely outcome is that they figure out the switch, and oh GOD, OH NO.

Before the army base can be properly informed about the ongoing Situation (info was delayed because A demanded a lawyer, as you do) B gets sent on another mission with the squad, which helps put their actions into an emotional context. Explains why, when seeing D charge up a terrifying direct hit to a stationary C (whose ship had already been hit and was essentially ‘floating’ while she tried to manually fix one of the broken systems), B goes ‘fuck that’ and does a manual lightspeed jump to intercept the shot, which breaks through their shields and sends them fucking careening off into the void of space because getting hit at near light speed fucks you up real good. like, okay, fucking incredible maneouver, would have worked significantly better if the summonable shields for standard class weren’t Not Super Great, and also if D hadn’t fucking charged shot the bastard. fucking nyoom off into the void, 90% of the reason B fucking blacks out during that is that they got hit on an angle and fucking corkscrewed into the void like babe no amount of gravity stabilisers on the inside are gonna prevent you from wanting to vom, and thats assuming the gravity stabilisers weren’t fucked with IN THE HIT.

i guess the broad strokes is that A gets arrested, and before B can be like, questioned about it re:identity, they get fucked up real good on the last mission because part of them goes ‘if im gonna go to prison after this i might as well go to prison having saved my friends life’ and boom bitch, an unconscious pilot in a corkscrewing spaceship rocketing away from the encounter because theres noone at the wheel to hit the brakes. wild. theyre fine, as soon as L sees whats happened and processes what the FUCK just happened they basically immediately go ‘OH SHIT’ and completely disengage from the fight with D to chase after B’s runaway ship. shenanigans, etc etc, eventually everyones safe and back at base and B’s out fucking cold in the med bay and then like the resolution of that whole thing happens i guess? the fact A is not in orbit sorta messes with the original idea which is that both A and B would fly together, but A’s kinda under arrest for hacking like govt secrets of something trying to uncover the truth behind the DECAF ambush (i love that thats the acronym for the squad it kills me so bad) which means that if the story is entirely set in space, A never actually physically makes an appearance, which is hilarious. does complicate matters because its like, okay, so we’ve gotten a confession from B that they are, in fact, not A, and that they have committed that Worst of Crimes, impersonation with permission. at that point the folks have a few options. Jail B for ~crimes~, or let B continue to fly. Their squad would probably argue in their defence, with C’s testimony on the matter being particularly important from a procedural and emotional standpoint, since C has flown with both A and B. And that previously, C had something of a falling out with B where she almost accused them of being a different person. its more complex than that, but its like. yknow. turn around. willing to recognise the good in it, provided she eventually gets answers from the actual A, which B promises to set up once A isn’t, yknow, in lock up. And they’d be looking at B’s record, noting that they are a qualified pilot and attended flight school before transferring out to becoming a mechanic, that their criminal record is clean bar this shenanigannery and the confusion re: A’s hacking, and that their actual flight record during their time pretending to be A is. pretty fucking solid. Like. B has done nothing wrong aside from impersonate someone, and beyond that has just. done their job. they’ve followed orders, they’ve saved people, they’ve taken down enemy combatants, etc etc. and they go ‘you know what? we dont have the luxury of time to slot a new person into that squad to replace you, and so on, so forth, do fuck it! you can stay! but the moment things ebb, you will be on the first ship back to the planet to be dealt with’ and B’s like That’s Honestly Better than I thought that would go, so that works.

the only bit about all this thats iffy is trying to make sure A is still... relevant? that their presence, their actual presence, it felt somehow, so that all the shenanigans don’t come from nowhere. and also to have the information A obtained from The Hackening be useful somehow. like, its about the DECAF thing, and proves something about the incident, like that the space fleet knew D’s ship was active the entire time and did nothing about it, or some shit. thats the issue, cause i feel like being able to know anything about that incident requires explaining what D’s motives are, since its presumably tied into The Truth, and i dont knooow

who fucking knows

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Naruto Scenario? Kiba feeling distraught because he thinks the love of his life doesn't love him anymore ?

It was early in the morning and a fairly nice day so far the weather was nearly perfect, not to hot not to cold and plenty of clouds in the sky. Kiba was sitting outside with Akamaru on the outskirts of the village, inside the forest a little ways where it was quiet and no one else around.

It was unusual that Kiba woke up before you, in fact he often slept in much later than you. At least that’s how it had been since the two of you had starting dating and since you’ve moved in together. You had gotten quite use to waking him up in the morning after you got up and got ready for the day.

But the last few days hadn’t been like that, you’d wake up and he’d already be gone. You couldn’t understand what was going on and you kept trying to talk to him but it almost felt like he was avoiding you. Every time he did come home he seemed to be in a rush to go somewhere else, or he would have an excuse why he couldn’t talk at the moment. 

It left you confused but you just figured he was being kept busy with missions, and didn’t want to push him too much. You were being kept quite busy too so you didn’t really have much time to be around him either, so you just figured you were reading to much into things.

However you knew that today was your day off and Kiba was also suppose to have the day off and when you woke up he was already gone. You had gotten up and showered and got ready for the day but was disappointed he still was no where to be found, you had thought maybe he went out on a walk and would be back shortly.

You were hoping that the two of you could spend the day together, and really catch up on some things but you figured you would continue to wait until he came home, assuming he couldn’t possibly stay out all day.

Meanwhile Kiba really was avoiding you the last few days, you had been quite busy lately. Though he wasn’t avoiding you because you were busy but because you had been going on missions lately with a guy he didn’t know. And being as Kiba gets jealous painfully easy he was beginning to question who this guy was, and with you being busy it was easy for him to start feeling a bit lonely and neglected.

What he didn’t realize was the fact that you were asked to go on missions with this new guy, because he was newer and inexperienced a way to show him the ropes. Kiba only saw this guy as someone who was a threat to the relationship, and this made him question whether or not you still loved him.

Perhaps you were having doubts about the relationship and in his mind this made sense as to why you were going on missions with this guy, and why you hadn’t mentioned him. Thinking maybe you were developing feelings for this guy and keeping it secret from him.

These thoughts and question he had was tormenting him, because while he wanted to know if any of thoughts were true he was afraid of the answers. It made it painful for him to make eye contact with you and he was afraid of starting a conversation with you, fearing any conversation could end with you breaking up with him.

This led him to simply avoid you for the time being not knowing how to deal with the situation. Every time he was away from you he would get annoyed and want to confront you and just get everything out in the open, but then every time when he got in front of you he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He would freeze up as soon as he met your gaze and avoid the confrontation again and again.

You sat in the living room and by now a few hours had past since you woke up this morning, you couldn’t believe Kiba was still out on a day off. And now you couldn’t help but sense that something was wrong, which made your mind wander with the possibilities of what could be going on.

Where was he? what was he doing? you knew he wasn’t on a mission so your mind filled with negative possibilities, normally Kiba was rather clingy and attentive even overbearing at times.

You couldn’t take it anymore and realized you had to find him and get to the bottom of things, hurrying out the door you began checking the places the two of you often hung out or any place Kiba frequented. Feeling as if you ran all over the village you felt like he was no where to be found, you began wandering around the outskirts of the village knowing that Kiba would often go out for walks or hiking throughout the forests around and near the village.

Suddenly you spotted him through the trees and hurried making a bee line straight for him, the sound of you rustling through the forest caught Akamaru’s attention and he perked up and sat up looking in your direction. This caught Kiba’s eye but you were already too close to him for him to go any where without it blatantly looking like he ran off.

You were so happy to have found him that you weren’t watching your footing and caught your foot in some brush. You tripped clumsily and fell right towards him, though he was close enough that he reached out and caught you in his arms as you fell. This made your landing soft and you both ended up on your knees in the grass facing each other.

“A-are you okay?” he stuttered seemingly surprised and flustered by your sudden appearance.

But you weren’t really concerned about yourself at the moment,

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine!” you answered quickly and before he could say another word,

“Where have you been all morning?” you asked sounding a little worried which you were more worried about what his answer would be.

He didn’t seem ready for your question at all and he immediately looked away breaking eye contact, you felt your heart sink in his reaction really made you wonder now.

“What is it? what’s going on?” you questioned only growing more worried about what was really going on with him these last few days.

“I know something’s going on, you’ve been acting strangely all week.” you pointed out as you moved side to side a bit trying to make him look you in the eye. 

“If something’s wrong you can tell me.” you tried to assure him and you grabbed his forearms trying to be comforting.

He suddenly turned to look right at you and he seemed to have a bit of an annoyed look on his face,

“You’ve been acting weird too!” he snapped raising his voice slightly as he looked direction into your eyes.

“I have not.” you dismissed quickly and doubtfully,

“If you’d be home for more than five minutes you’d know that.” you complained.

He didn’t seem to know how to respond to that and went quiet for a few seconds, he sighed and looked down

“What am I to you?” he asked in a plain tone but you almost felt like he was accussing you of something.

“What do you mean?” you said confused, not really following where he was going with this.

“If you don’t love me I’d rather you just tell me!” Kiba huffed as he began to pull his arms back away from you, but you gripped his arms tighter.

“What are you talking about!?” you objected now raising your voice.

“Have you lost your mind?” you questioned feeling like his accusations were coming out of nowhere.

“Of course I love you!” you assured,

“What in the world would make you doubt that?” you asked genuinely confused and curious where he was getting this idea.

“Well, whose that guy you’ve been hanging out with then?” he questioned seemingly growing more annoyed.

“What guy?” you said perplexed over everything coming out of his mouth.

“The one you’ve been going on missions with all week!” he snapped,

“Oooh” you managed to say because all of a sudden things were suddenly beginning to make sense. You were well aware that Kiba was the jealous type and had a feeling that Kiba has gotten the completely wrong impression.

“OoOoh Yeah! THAT guy” Kiba said mockingly,

“You have the wrong idea.” you interrupted him before he could say anything else.

“There’s nothing going on with me and that guy.” you began to explain but got cut off,

“Well, you’ve been spending an awful lot of time with him.” Kiba snapped again.

“Look! he’s just new! I was asked to go on a few missions with him, just to show him a few things thats it.” you objected,

“I won’t even be going on any more missions with him, it was only for a few days.” you explained.

Kiba gave you a suspicious look and was quiet. “I’m in love with you, no one else.” you tried to reassure him.

“Wait, is that why you’ve been avoiding me all week?” you questioned, and his expression changed to surprise and you knew you were right.

“Why didn’t you just ask me instead of hiding from me?” you asked tilting you head in a confused manner. He was quiet for a few moments before looking away from you,

“Cause I was afraid of what your answer was gonna be.” he admitted in a low voice, and you could see him blushing slightly.

“You should of just come to me.” you said sympathetically,

“We have to work these things out together, and this was just a misunderstanding that could of been cleared up days ago.” you assured.

You scooted closer to him “I love you.”

you said lovingly as you placed your hands lightly on his cheeks and kissed him gently. He hesistated for a moment,

“I love you too.” he said as he placed his hands on your waist, and you put your hands on his shoulders and he helped you back up to your feet.

[vegafiction]

Hey there! Thanks for the Voltron Bad Things Happen bingo ficlets. Would you be able to do an Isolation for Lance? It seems like the thing that would suck the most for him. Maybe he's lost in the wilderness on a dangerous world and has to wait for the rest of the team to find him. Doesn't have to be shippy, but I'm cool with klance if that's you're preference (that was the only ship I noticed was in the tags).

Count: ~1.2kPairing: N/AChara(s): LanceFandom: VoltronPrompt: IsolationWarning(s): None

So, I didn’t add a ship in this. It’s mostly Lance-centric, none of the other Paladins show up because I was interested in exploring his mental deterioration as a result of prolonged isolation. I made a note on Ao3 about it so I’ll include it here: Lance’s perception of Red in this is skewed by prolonged isolation and constant stress from having to survive on an alien planet. It’s up to you to believe whether or not Red’s decision here was the right one.

I feel like this could have been way better but I’m not going to force my brain to push out anything else this late at night. >_

Get your own card @badthingshappenbingo

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He tore through the forest as fast as his legs could carry him. He was mindful of the upturned roots or the low hanging branches that whipped past his face or just barely grazed his cheek, but he couldn’t afford to slow down. He clutched his damaged gun close to his chest, his breathing harsh as he forced his legs to pump faster. The loud roar of the creatures behind him carried through the sky. They didn’t sound close, but they weren’t far enough for him to rest.

Lance jumped off a small ledge and slid down the muddy wall until the momentum bounced him off the wall. He stumbled into a small creek, splashing and spraying water all along the length of his sore legs. He continued running.

He didn’t stop until the planet’s three moons drifted into the sky. He slid down another hill then, finally, collapsed safely inside a cave opening.

He gasped for air, feeling his lungs and body burn from the strenuous effort of trying to survive in a world that desperately wanted to kill him. 

There were dragons on this planet – large, impressive, dangerous beasts who took one sent of Lance and decided he was something they would have for dinner. In other circumstances, Lance would have been in awe. They were gorgeous creatures, ancient and mystical, but terribly temperamental and vicious. He’d encounter a few who had been friendly to him; a very small herd he wished he had stayed close to. Their alpha had been the one to save him from the ravenous wolves Lance had accidentally stumbled upon, but most of the dragons on this planet were quite unfriendly.

Some of them had even managed to break his bayard.

Lance rolled onto his back with a pained groan. His muscles screamed in protest with every movement he made, but lying there, so close to the entrance of the cave, would give him away. He forced himself to his knees and crawled further into the cave.

Deep inside, Lance allowed himself to collapse onto the makeshift bed he had fastened from the leaves of the trees and other fibers. He dropped his damaged bayard beside him and turned to the wall.

Lines were etched into the solid rock. There were four lined together as neatly as possible with another slashing diagonally across. Lance picked up a sharpened rock from the ground and scratched a new line beside the others. There were six lines now.

He sighed.

“It’s been thirteen quintants since I’ve been on this planet,” he said to the silence, eyeing the tally marks. His eyes trailed upward toward the ceiling. A sense of dread washed over him. “I really hope I don’t have to fill up this whole wall.”

He tossed the rock aside and, with much discomfort, rose to his feet. He gathered wood and tinder from the far corner and tossed them into the fire pit. He lit a fire through the sparking of rocks then shuffled around the cave for his supply of food.

His first few days surviving alone on this planet had been… unpleasant. He’d gone hungry for three days before he finally managed to kill a few of the smaller beasts. He learned the hard way what berries were edible and which ones were poisonous. (He’d been lucky the poisonous berries were not potent.)

Finding the cave alone had been a blessing. Everything else was pure survival instinct.

“You know, I bet if the others were here, they’d be really impressed.” He grinned to the fire. It flickered and crackled in response. “I know right? I bet they never would expect me to survive out here on my own, but hah! I managed to survive thirteen quintants with just my bayard!”

At the mention of the broken weapon, Lance felt his good mood grow somber.

The flames sizzled.

“It’s my fault. I should’ve been more aware of where the dragons were.” Just like it’s my fault I’m here in the first place.

He propped a berry into his mouth and chewed.

Are they even looking for you? It’s been thirteen days.

“I’m sure they’re looking. They probably… they probably can’t find Red’s coordinates. Once they find him, they’ll find me.”

But you’re nowhere near the Red Lion. Even if they find it, they won’t find you.

Lance shifted uncomfortably in his place, suddenly burdened by the harsh reality that was the Red Lion.

Why hadn’t the Red Lion activated on its own? Whenever Keith was in danger, the lion would act on its own volition and yet, when Lance had been faced with a life or death situation, the giant, mechanical lion had just… remained frozen. It was as though he were unfazed by the fact that Lance’s life was on the line. Like Lance’s life held no importance in the lion’s eyes because he simply was not Keith.

Lance’s brows furrowed as realization dawned on him.

That had to be it. That had to be the reason why. He was not Keith. He wasn’t the skilled fighter pilot Red had chosen at the beginning of their unwanted adventure. Lance was just… Lance, a bottom of the barrel cargo pilot who barely scraped by in the Garrison.

He wasn’t some cool, edgy half-human, half-galra fighter. He wasn’t Keith. He could never be Keith, and maybe… that was why Red had chosen to remain frozen. They were just complete opposites.

Where Lance failed, Keith excelled. He’d been chosen by Red, deemed the only one who could control the lion’s unruly nature. Then, he’d been chosen by the Black Lion as their new leader in Shiro’s absence. And even when he’d willingly gave away the position back to Shiro upon his return, the Black Lion still chose him as their leader. It still obeyed his every command, just like Red, just like the others do.

Maybe Red saw something in him that it doesn’t see in you. Said the voice in his head. Or maybe it sees exactly who you really are: a rotten kid from Cuba and unworthy of being a Paladin.

Lance stared blankly into the flickering flames. He felt the heat of the fire caress his skin, warming his cold, exhausted body. He hadn’t realized he’d been shivering until then.

He tossed another piece of wood into the flames.

“Sometimes I wonder if Blue only chose me to get to Allura.” Suddenly, he chuckled. “Imagine that? A lion using me to get to a girl. I guess that can still happen out in space.” He laid back onto his hands, eyes unseeing. “Maybe I’m exactly where I need to be? Blue doesn’t need me anymore. I’m not worthy to pilot the Black Lion and Red just doesn’t seem to like me. Maybe this was my destiny the whole time, getting stuck on an alien planet, far away from home.”

Tears welled in his eyes, but he refused to shed them.

At least you won’t be a burden to them anymore.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

He rubbed his weary eyes with the heel of his palms as a yawned ripped itself from his throat. He crawled back to his pile of leaves and curled onto his side, facing the flames. A part of him wondered if he should snuff it out, it seemed dangerous to fall asleep with an open flame. Yet, he chose not to move. He remained where he laid, watching the fire dance among the shadows until his vision blurred into darkness and the only thing left in his mind was the fuzzy visage of the Red Lion.

[tozierswheelers]

promise [s.h.]

Requested: yes. Anon: ”Hi! Are you ok with writing about a reader who self-harms? I was wanting to request a one-shot where my baby boy Steve finds out when the reader’s long sleeve sweater hikes up. If you dont want to, thats okay :) Thank you so much, I love ur writing! “

Warnings: mentions of self-harm. please don’t read if this makes you uncomfortable in any way and if any one of you lovely people want to talk about something i’m always here <333

Summary: (Y/N) Henderson hasn’t been the same ever since the first Demogorgon attack. And now that they’re back, things will only get worse. (at this point, Steve and Nancy are no longer together!)

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader (romantic), The Party x reader (platonic)

The Upside Down had changed (Y/N) Henderson.

It had changed everyone, yet the young (H/C) girl couldn’t seem to get over it. And that frustrated her to no end.

Her brother had seemingly moved on, finding comfort and happiness within his friend group. Jonathan Byers, Nancy Wheeler, and Steve Harrington had all moved on as well. Jonathan and Nancy’s relationship had blossomed into a close friendship that no one saw coming and Nancy and Steve remained the school’s most talked about couple.

They all had each other and you, well you remained alone.

It didn’t bother you at first. You coped well enough, trying to forget about the Demogorgon and slide back into your regular, everyday routine. Then, the nightmares began.

You never knew what happened during your dreams. All you knew was that you always woke up in a cold sweat, your fingernails digging into the flesh of your arm and drawing blood as you resisted the urge to scream. 

The dreams never stopped, only worsening as time passed. Your sleep schedule became messy, and you began spending hours locked away in the public library, studying nonstop in order to keep your grades from slipping.

You often wondered if you mother noticed your sudden change in attitude. Or even if Dustin did. 

You eventually decided that, no, they hadn’t noticed and that no one really cared. 

So you went about your days, digging your nails into your skin to keep from breaking down.

By the time almost a year had passed, your closet was almost completely composed of jeans and long-sleeved t-shirts, specifically chosen to keep your scarred arms hidden.  

But you couldn’t stop.

You suppose it was your way to cope; digging your nails into your arms until you felt the blood trickle down your hands. You knew it wasn’t healthy but you couldn’t stop. It just came along with the nightmares. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone could tell.

At least, that’s what you thought.

Steve Harrington walked through the hallways of Hawkins High, trying to avoid the new kid Billy. His eyes lit up momentarily when he saw you standing at your locker and in a split second, he found himself walking towards you.

“Henderson! Hey,” Steve greeted, leaning against the locker next to yours.

Steve didn’t miss the way you flinched at his sudden appearance. Or the way you subconsciously tugged your sleeves over your hands.

“Harrington,” you greeted, voice quiet. Steve’s eyebrows furrowed at your quiet tone before his eyes landed on a bright orange piece of paper. 

“You going?” Steve asked, nodding to the small orange poster.

“‘Come and get sheet faced’,” you read out loud before turning back to Steve. “I think I’m actually just gonna go trick-or-treating with Dustin. Save Jonathan from chaperoning.”

“Aw, you’re no fun Henderson,” Steve said, a pout forming on his lips and causing you to chuckle. His heart skipped a beat. “C’mon. At least drop by real quick. For me?’

You rolled your eyes and reached for your book. You didn’t notice your sleeve rolling up slightly as you reached up. You didn’t see Steve’s eyes wander to your now exposed arm. You didn’t see the hurt and sadness in his big brown eyes as he took in the cuts and scars. 

You didn’t notice anything until you looked up and met his eyes, which were still focused on your arm.

“(Y/N),” Steve whispered, taking a step closer.

You, on the other hand, took several steps back, slamming your locker shut and looking at Steve in a panic. “I’m going to be late for calculus. I’ll catch you later Steve.”

You were gone in an instant, leaving Steve stranded in the sea of students as he tried to figure out why you were doing the things you do.

You smiled softly as you trailed after The Party. You watched as they argued over which candies were better, Dustin occasionally looking back to ask your opinion. 

“Just nougat, Dusty?” you teased. “I thought I raised you better than that.”

The rest of The Party laughed at your words, with Lucas smiling at you proudly. “Thanks (Y/N)! See, at least someone agrees with me.”

You slowed down a bit as a redheaded girl joined the group, noticing the excitement rising. You glanced around, taking note that it had gotten darker outside. Checking you watch, you noticed that it was fifteen minutes until 9 and you were nowhere near Mike’s house.

Looking back up, you frowned as you noticed that the street was pretty empty. In fact, you couldn’t see any members of the Party in their Ghostbusters costumes. You could feel the panic rise up in your chest as you looked around for them yet resisted the urge to scream, knowing that they were probably down the block.

You pulled your jacket tighter around you as you walked down the street, keeping your head up as you scanned the wandering kids that were still trick-or-treating. 

You squeaked slightly as your foot caught on a rock and you tripped, hearing rushing footsteps as you started nearing the ground. 

You heard a loud “oof” come from beneath you and you chuckled as you rolled off of the mysterious person.

“Henderson,” Steve groaned. “What are you doing out here?”

You laughed breathlessly as you laid in the street, shoulder brushing with Steve’s. “I was looking for Dusty but he seems to have gone missing.”

Steve snorted as he looked over at you, waiting for you to do the same.

You laid there for a minute, staring at each other before Steve’s eyes flickered down to your jacket. 

“(Y/N),” Steve began quietly, licking his lips nervously. “About earlier-”

“(Y/N)! There you are!”

You let out a small grunt as you stood p, a smile making its way onto your face as the Party reached you. 

“Guys!” you called out. “I thought I had lost you!”

The Party began babbling about how they ran to the houses with the best candy before immediately shutting up at the sight of Steve. They gave you confused looks and you sighed, sending an apologetic smile towards Steve as you ushered the kids back towards Mike’s house.

“What did he want?” Dustin grumbled as he chewed on a 3 Musketeers.

You smiled and ruffled his hair, ignoring his complaints. “I’m not sure kiddo.”

You panted as you ran inside the bus, your sweater torn from the demodogs that had surrounded you and Steve in the junkyard. You tried to take a deep breaths and control your fear but you could feel yourself panicking. 

It wasn’t until you felt Dustin’s hand slip into yours that you felt yourself calm down slightly, reminding yourself that you had to take care of your younger brother.

Once you had all calmed down enough, you decided to go towards the lab. You were keeping a close eye on the kids, trailing behind them, when you felt a hand slip into yours again. 

it was Steve.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, bringing your arm up. “What is this?”

You cringed as his eyes scanned over the half-moon indents on your arm, some more noticeable than others and some scared and fading. 

“Trust me Steve, it’s not what you think,” you spoke calmly, keeping your voice down in order to keep Dustin from hearing.

“What do you mean its not what it looks like?” Steve exclaimed, flailing his free arm around. 

You tugged him down harshly and hissed in his ear. “Listen Harrington. This isn‘t the time nor the place to discuss this. We have to focus on keeping the kids safe.”

Steve gave you an unreadable look before nodding reluctantly and letting you go. 

You continued to walk in silence. 

You didn’t speak to Steve again until Eleven had managed to close the gate. 

You had swung open the door, expecting your pizza, but instead found Steve.

“Harrington, in case you forgot, you already picked Dustin up,” you spoke, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

Steve ran a hand through his hair and sighed in frustration before pushing past you and into your home.

“Sure, come in. Make yourself comfortable,” you muttered as you shut the door and trudged after the big-haired boy. 

Steve was pacing around your living room, looking mildly irritated. 

“That’s it!” he exclaimed, making you jump in surprise. “I’m done pretending. You know what (Y/N)? I have been in love with you since freshman year and I will not just stand by and watch you tear yourself apart.”

You stayed silent as he stepped forwards and grabbed your arms, your heart pounding in your chest at his words. 

“Please,” Steve whispered. “Please tell me what’s going on because it is so painful to see this happening and not be able to do anything about it.”

You sighed before speaking. “It really isn’t what you think Steve. It’s just, I keep having nightmares and this is the only way that I can keep my anxiety under control. I didn’t think it was such a big deal and it allowed me to keep Dusty from worrying about me. I didn’t think anyone would notice.”

Steve wrapped his arms around you as he sat down on the couch, bringing you down with him. It was a comfortable position, your head in the crook of his neck and his arms hugging you closely. 

“Promise me,” he whispered. “Promise me that whenever you have a nightmare you’ll call me. No matter what.”

You nodded dazedly as you dozed off, causing Steve to smile as he lost consciousness as well.

A few hours later, Dustin walked through the door, cursing Steve for forgetting to pick him up.

At least Will’s mom was kind enough to offer him a ride. 

Dustin loosened his tie and made his way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Walking into the living room however, he lost his grip on his glass, causing it to fall and shatter.

The scene in front of him was something unique. On the drive home, he definitely wasn’t expecting his sister to be having a cuddle-fest with Steve Harrington himself.

He couldn’t help but smile. “Fucking finally.”

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[hanzier]

In Beverly Marsh's eyes the summer kicked off with a minor inconvenience. Much like the boys, Bev didn't have any idea what she was getting herself into when she became a part of the losers club. You see, Beverly Marsh had just had one hell of a year. It started off pretty terribly, but she had worked her way up. After painful hours of sewing and measuring and packaging and selling she had managed to save up enough money to move out of one toxic home into another home (though the later was only toxic smelling as her pluming was awful). By the beginning of the summer she had never been in a better place. However, her "minor inconvenience" would soon spiral into something much much more. It would carry on for the rest of the summer, and influence several of her important decisions after the summer ended.

Bev was hoping that her life would carry on rebuilding itself, as it had been for the past year. That was not the case. In fact, by the end of the summer, her life would nearly be in the same disaster mode it had been a year ago. She didn't know what this summer had in store for her. So, she carried on blissfully unaware of the repercussions that her actions would soon have. Beverly Marsh was no fool, it wasn't her fault that she was ignorant to the future. No one could have seen it coming.

Watching the sunset at Paradise Beach was somewhat of a magical thing. At least, thats what Beverly Marsh claimed.

She was sprawled out at the end of Eddie's towel, her heart shaped sunglasses lowered to the very tip of her nose, "God, don't you just love the sky?" she asked breathily.

The three boys around her nodded, not that she would have known, for she didn't so much as glance away from the fading sun.

"I just wish we were on the rooftop." She said finally, as she turned to face Eddie, Stan and Bill.

Stan laughed, taking off his own sunglasses, "You're still on that whole rooftop thing, huh?"

Bill and Eddie both looked mildly confused, but she responded, "Everything is just prettier higher up."

"Are you high, Bev?" Bill asked, sincerely and she laughed in her own bubbly way.

"Not yet. Do you smoke, Eddie? I know Stan hates it, but Bill used to cyph with me... Are you into it?" She was genuinely curious, but Eddie felt mildly embarrassed.

He had only smoked twice and while he had enjoyed the light feeling, he was nowhere near experienced with weed, "I have before. I like it better than drinking to be honest."

This was news to the other boys, "Really?" Stan asked while Bill knitted his brows together, "If I knew that I would score you some weed so that you don't have to sit there sober while the rest of us drink."

Eddie shrugged, it wasn't as if his friends were drunk every day, maybe once or twice a month they would hang out at Bill's house and have a few beers, "I mean... we don't exactly party often, Bill." He didn't know how quickly that would change.

"Well, I plan to full on corrupt you. With your consent, of course." Bev grinned while hooking her sunglasses onto the string of her yellow bikini.

It had taken Eddie about two hours on the beach to realize that Bev wasn't a lifeguard like Mike and Richie. The two boys had walked back and forth from the stand to the towels every hour, alternating breaks, while Bev stayed there, lounging and completely destroying her pale freckled skin through exposure to the harsh sun.

"You boys should swing by the apartment before the bonfire. Plenty of weed for you there, Eddie."

Stan laughed again, and Eddie realized all at once, how much more at ease he seemed to be there, "I'm sure there is."

"You have your own apartment?" Eddie asked and Bev shook her head.

"Not entirely mine. Richie and I moved in earlier this year, Stan helped us set it up, back in October actually." Eddie briefly remembered Stan driving down to his summer house that fall.

Bev gave a solemn sort of smile, "It's pretty crappy, but better than where I used to live. Plus, I can't expect much more from a lifeguards salary and Etsy sales." Bev had explained earlier that she sewed her own clothes and sold them on Etsy and other websites to a pretty decent following of fashion lovers. But for some reason, Bill and Stan shared a look at the last part of her statement.

"I think it's cool that you guys have your own place," Eddie started, but he was cruelly interrupted by Richie Tozier, for what felt like the hundredth time that day, on instinct, he tired to suppress a groan.

It wasn't that Eddie didn't like him. He was just...a lot. Eddie understood fully what Stan and Bill had been talking about when they said most of their friends were easy to get along with. It seemed as if Richie had made it his life mission to make Eddie as uncomfortable as possible in their brief moments together thus far.

"Howdy, y'all." His Hawaiian shirt had been shed off and Eddie was left looking at the light definition of muscle on his torso, "How're you pretty ladies doin'?"

He gave Bev an unceremoniously dramatic kiss on the forehead and made his move to do the same to Stan, who immediately covered his face. Richie shrugged and moved on to Bill instead, who accepted the kiss graciously. He then locked eyes with Eddie, and luged forward, making him his final victim.

The wetness on his forehead made Eddie cringe as he shoved Richie off, hoping his red face could be mistaken for too much sun.

Bev smacked Richie's leg, as Mike joined them once again, "You're going to scare him off, Rich. Some of us want to actually make more friends."

Mike nodded as well, beaming down at all of them, "Yea, Rich, pretty sure Eddie doesn't want your germs."

Richie responded by smacking another wet kiss to Mike's cheek, "You want my germs, right Mikey?"

Mike fake shuddered but ruffled Richie's hair nonetheless, "Of course."

The beach had cleared out, lifeguards were off duty once the sun set. So the group made their move to leave.

Bill unfolded the umbrella while Stan and Eddie folded up towels.

"So boys, you're coming over before the bonfire right?" Bev asked as the six of them walked up the sand towards the boardwalk.

Bill and Eddie nodded, "Great, Stan can show you guys how to get there."

"Inviting people into my home without my permission, Beverly?" Richie earned himself another smack.

Mike, Bev and Richie began teetering off the the left of the boardwalk, while Eddie, Stan and Bill went right.

"Be there at seven, okay? It'll be fun I swear!"

Eddie believed her.

Beverly Marsh hoped this summer would be better than her last.

She was not very good at dealing with serious issues and the previous year had been filled with serious issues.

Things seemed better. She wasn't stuck living with her father. She wasn't stuck lifeguarding. And she wasn't stuck wondering if Bill was okay.

She didn't mind that Bill seemed uninterested in her romantically, she hardly had time for that anyway. She was just glad that he was back at the beach with them, where he belonged.

Bev liked having the extra bodies around, it made everything feel a hell of a lot less lonely. She felt as if there was no such thing as too many friends, another reason why she was glad Eddie had joined them this year.

He was snarky and quick witted. In the hours that they had spent talking, he had challenged her conversations, but not nearly as vehemently as he had challenged Richie's. He was not at all what she had expected when she first laid eyes on his small frame. But, she should have known better than to judge a book by its cover.

Richie seemed to be eager for another friend as well, "I like him. He's feisty, we could definitely use a little more fire around here. Denbrough seemed down to you, right?"

The two of them were lounging on the worn out peach couch that Mike had found on the side of the road. Bev's head was in his lap while they passed a cigarette back and forth.

"I think thats to be expected. When's the last time you saw him?" She spoke solemnly while he ran hand through her hair.

Richie blinked for a long time, "I guess I've only seen him twice after the funeral... I visited him in the fall and he was still pretty off. Then over the winter when he drove down here- that weekend you were looking at schools with Mike. He was a little more himself then."

Bev blew smoke straight into the air, "It fucking sucks."

"He's better than he was then, but still. He's not the old Bill." Richie took the cig with greedy fingers, he always had a hard time controlling himself after not smoking during his shift.

She stood a little too quickly, "He's not gonna be the old Bill. His brother died, Rich."

"I'm well fucking aware of that, Bev." He snapped back, almost shoving the cigarette back intoner hands before he stood.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower before they get here.", in true Richie fashion, he stormed off to the bathroom with a dramatic door slam.

Bev sank back into the couch finishing off the cig before snuffing it on the already ruined couch arm. A fight with Richie wasn't uncommon. It was pretty typical actually, spending so much time with someone lead to lots of bickering, especially with unresolved tension in the air. Bev followed him to the bathroom, hoping they could blow off some steam together.

Mike showed up while Richie and Bev were still in the bathroom, so he let himself in with the spare key they had given him. The apartment was a studio, so he was glad they finally learned to fool around somewhere other than the couch or the mattress that was half hidden behind a black bamboo wall divider. Over the past two years he had grown used to it, but that didn't mean the thought of Richie and Bev together didn't gross him out.

They were both like his siblings and he just couldn't shake the feeling that they only hooked up out of convenience. It happened very infrequently ever since they moved in together, but it still happened. From what Mike had gathered, it was only after they argued over something important.

He sighed and started to clean up a little, he had a feeling Stan would not be happy with the state of their apartment. Halfway through making the bed, Bev exited the bathroom still dressed in her yellow bikini and looking only slightly disheveled, with a new hickey on her collar bone. She jumped when she saw him, "Oh my god!"

"No, it's just me." Mike deadpanned as he finished folding the comforter.

Bev grinned sheepishly, "Not much of a difference there, then." she looked around, "What are you cleaning for?"

Mike shrugged, moving on the the kitchen section, or what he liked to call the real disaster zone. "Stan isn't gonna like this mess."

She made to help him throw out some takeout boxes, "Still crushing on him?" she asked slyly.

Mike scrunched his nose, "Still crushing on Bill?" Bev turned around.

"Hardly." She said bitterly.

"Is that why you're hooking up with Rich again?"

She blushed, "No Mike. I'm not hooking up with Richie because I still like Bill. Thats twisted logic."

Mike ran the sink and started to scrub down the dishes, there weren't too many, Bev and Richie opted for paper plates most days, "You and Richie exclusively use twisted logic."

"You're mad." She stated the obvious, and bumped his hip so that she could do the dishes instead.

He sighed, "Im not mad, just... fed up. I thought it was over with. It's really not helping either of you."

Bev shrugged, feeling much more embarrassed than she had been moments before, "Its just comfortable, ya know? I thought it was over with too, but Richie and I are too needy. Us living together is dangerous. Because neither of us wants to be alone." Mike knew she meant alone on a larger scale. Richie and Bev had both been thrown into the world by themselves in a way, it was only natural that they wanted someone to be with.

It was just easier for them to pretended they should be together.

"So no feelings for Bill?", Mike asked as he tried to wipe ashes off of the couch.

Bev shook her head, honestly.

"And no feelings for Rich?"

She shook her head answering honestly, once again.

Mike sighed, "So then, what are you doing, Bev?" she shrugged, moving over to her closet, which acted a bit more like her hamper.

"Right now I'm getting changed. In five minutes I'll probably be lighting a blunt." she dug through her clothes, pulling out an oversized grey band shirt and some tights.

Mike laughed, the tension in the air was gone. He was just concerned for his friends, Bev knew that. As she pulled on her fishnets she asked, "You never answered about Stan. Still having unresolved feelings?"

Mike shook his head, "Nah, we ended things better than you and Bill did. Tied up all our lose ends. Sure, I care about him, but not like that anymore. Especially seeing him and Bill today...I don't think I'd ever want to get in the way of that."

Bev laughed, "You noticed that too? I thought I was losing my mind."

The bathroom door opened once again. Richie stepped out wearing an all black outfit, save for his short sleeved purple button up covered in a loud 80's pattern.

He rubbed a towel against his wet hair, "Hey Mike."

Mike and Bev shared a look as he threw the towel back into the bathroom and opened up the fridge, pulling out a slice cold pizza and scarfing it down.

"Who's rolling tonight?"

Bev opened the door grinning widely, and Eddie was hit with the overwhelming smell of weed.

He noticed Stan wince to his right, but he entered anyway.

The apartment was almost exactly what Eddie had pictured, small, dark and too loud. A song by The Cure was blasting in the background.

The second the door closed, he felt a slim arm around his shoulder, Richie was beaming down at him. Eddie noticed that there was a purple mark on his neck, which hadn't been there a few hours ago.

Bill noticed it too, "Who's the lucky lady?"

Richie laughed, "Don't assume now, Billy. Mike could have given this to me."

Mike snorted from the other side of the room, "I would have done a better job then that!"

Eddie felt the weight lift from his shoulder and was suddenly colder than he should have been.

"Lets see your masterpiece then, sir. Have at it." Richie had all but flown across the room into Mikes space.

The two play wrested while Bev rolled her eyes, "Okay, who wants what? We have a pretty good selection of drinks and an even better selection of weed."

She lead them to the kitchen, which was only three steps to the left, and Eddie eyed the fridge as she opened it. It was covered in polaroids and drawings that looked vaguely familiar. There was a picture that was sketched to look like a side profile of Bev's face, Eddie saw the messy signature in the bottom corner, it was Bill's. He grinned and she shut the fridge, holding some beers and a bottle of tequila.

"Still your favorite, Stan?" Stan let out a laugh, "As long as you have lime and salt."

Bev winked, "You just so happened to name two out of the three foods Richie and I own."

She reached up to get some shot glasses from the top shelf and the collar of her oversized tee fell off of her shoulder. Eddie noticed she had a mark that matched Richie's.

"Eddie, you want a shot, or should I just roll for you?" Eddie looked at her collar bone and back to Richie, who Mike had thrown over his shoulder. He then looked back at Stan and Bill, who were absolutely standing purposely close enough to touch.

He had a feeling he was going to need a little help to get through this week without Ben, "You can pour me one too. I think I'll see what it feels like to get cross faded."

He heard a cheer from across the room, as Bill clapped him on the bak and Stan looked confused.

Richie and Mike gathered around the counter as well and the six of them licked the salt off of their hands before downing the shot and biting into their own wedges of lime.

Collectively they all let out some sort of a cheer, although Richies sounded more like a laugh. Eddie took it all in, feeling slightly uncomfortable and contented, all the same.

And so, the longest night of Eddie's life kicked off with a bang.

@fuckuris @dewdropseddie @richietoaster @sad-synth

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Soundrs: Ben Eyes

Welcome to our new Friday feature: #producer #interviews The focus lies on #workflow & #inspiration, in order to provide a way to both gain insight about #music #production and spotlight ambitious #audio #producers. If you want to get featured, send a message here on #tumblr or an email to soundrooms@icloud.com. The questions will remain largely the same. Now let’s get the ball rolling with our first of many Soundrs! Indulge.

Ben Eyes is a sound engineer, composer and live performance artist based in Leeds, UK. He makes electronic music as Quip https://soundcloud.com/quip and is one half of percussion and electronics duo STOCKER/EYES https://stockereyes.wordpress.com/ 

• What are your inspiration sources?

Sometimes field recordings, sometimes instruments I find new corners of gear I haven't explored. I am a bit of a gear hoarder, but old 80/90s stuff as opposed to new shiny things. I love the Kurzweil K2000 its full of 80s/90s sounds but then you program it and get something contemporary, its Max MSP in hardware. I like to explore timbres and rhythms together so that might be having a drum pattern distorted in a cheap fx pedal or using delay to create new rhythms. I am a sucker for the Roland 707 as my main drum machine but the sound of it gets twisted and messed up. I find the grooves I create with the old drum machines feel more planted and make me want to dance, if that’s what’s needed.

• Tell us something about your workflow.

It is sort of split up into 3 really, I am really lucky in that I have a large room in my little (detached) house, I live in the middle of nowhere so I don't disturb anyone. I have a guitar corner with all my effects and amps setup. Then a keyboard stand with all my drums and synths near to hand - I stand up at this and get grooves and patterns down using hardware. Then a computer and mixer next to each other. I have a bunch of synths on my computer table too. I love tabletop synths so you can just sit and noodle. I tend to get something going on with a couple of synths and a drum machine. Increasingly its a small euro rack modular that i have been building. Everything is synced together and clocked from the 707, but I do some weird things with syncing - I get a 606 to do irregular clock from the tom outputs - this provides sync for the modular and a Korg electribe, which I still use alot and have a load of sample banks for it on SD cards, it makes some messed up horrible sounds and also some very punchy drums. This gets the juices flowing. I will record the jam into Ableton then start chopping or adding stuff. I like to use a mixture of analogue and digital. Posh and poor. So I might use the Pro One with a Casio keyboard but through a decent effects pedal. I think having lots of different sources in a track helps to make the sounds interesting. I started out with nothing, a four track and a delay pedal as a kid. Then a computer a bit later. I ran Rebirth and Cubasis, putting everything together in a sequencer. So having this studio is a complete luxury, a dream really. I managed to get this studio together by working my arse off and getting bits second hand every now and then. I am quite strict about not buying new stuff, there is too much gear in the world so I try and get a bargain now and then. I am a sound engineer by trade so I get offered kit quite a bit. The internet has helped also. My room is pretty full now though so its just a question of me getting time in here to work. I have a couple of different monitor options and a sub which is great. To be honest I keep things really simple. The main thing I guess is I use hardware almost 100% now. Some software compression and EQ but its all sounds from boxes, guitars or my mouth.

• How would creative rituals benefit your workflow?

Well I used to smoke a bit and have a drink to get in the zone, which I have stopped now. I just drink tea. Have a meal with my girlfriend and then get into a flow. I like to loop weird things I might have recorded in my job or just play with a machine until something comes out. Rituals are really important. I cycle a lot and love mountain biking. Also just playing the guitar and using acoustic instruments helps. I have a tonne of guitars and little stringed things. Acoustic instruments are ritualistic, they are the maddest things really. The more I think about a guitar the more it drives me to create something with it.

• How do you get in the zone?

Just relaxing, not thinking too much. I do quite a bit of music to spec, and also study at the moment for PhD in Composition at the University of York. This means I have to switch off really when making "my music". I just use music to relax often. As a way to create something that might be heard somewhere. I gig less now and don't release music much so its more of thing for myself and occasionally others.

• How do you start a track?

Sometimes I setup a load of gear and just go for it. If I have a load of tracks to do for a record I just get three or four boxes going together, maybe drums and two synths then hammer out a load of improvisations. I like to work quite fast so I will stay in this mode for a while. I don't use a pool of samples so every time I start a track I try and record new stuff. Thats probably crazy but it keeps things fresh and I always find out new things. I might have one or two loops from my recorder or phone but usually every things done in the studio.

• Do you have a special DAW template?

No I am not really into that. I have fave effects settings on hardware. Everything runs through a desk in the studio so I just patch in whatever I want and go. It takes 1 second to add a channel and assign an input. I use my whole studio like a template really. So certain FX for certain instruments. Then when I get bored I repatch. I have two patch bays pretty much full so they get used a bit.

• What do you put on the master channel?

Nothing until the end then its an SSL bus compressor or the Fab Filter compressor and a limiter.  Maybe a tiny EQ but nothing crazy, I like to hear the dynamics till the very bitter end. Luckily my room is flatish so I can work quite confidently in there.

• How do you arrange and finish a track?

Walk away and come back the next day, then keep snipping. I used to be terrible at editing and getting rid of things but now I am quite ruthless. Its funny how you change over the years. I'll listen to things and think fuck thats terrible it has to go. Come in the next day and get rid. I think thats part of being much more sober now when I make music and more of an idea of what I want. Quite often I have the arrangement in my head so I just snip away. I do automation by mouse and sometimes enter some fx with a MIDI controller. But usually my tracks aren't huge so its quite a simple process.

• How do you deal with unfinished projects?

Every few months I might have a train ride or a hard disk sort. I will go through old stuff and highlight them and try and finish them. I have an album I have just finished that was made like this. Just going back to old stuff until it was finished. I'm really happy with it should be out soon as I am mastering it currently.

• How do you store and organize your projects?

Hard drives - I don't tend to store things on the local disk. Then back up the disks, then back up those. Then the cloud too. Mixes get sent there. I am quite good at backing stuff up at the moment.

• How do you take care of studio ergonomics?

Have separate places in the studio to do stuff, guitar and bass corner then a drum machine/synth section then my computer/desktop synths and mixer. Everything's quite divided up. I love my desk at the moment - it has all the desk top synths and volcas and the mac, so I can just record a groove from synth / drum machine world then sit down and add a nice synth, the TG-33 gets used or an old Novation Nova and edit.

• Tell us something about your daily routine, how is your day structured, how do you make room for creativity?

I work a lot either at the University where I look after the studios and do teching for concerts and I work freelance mixing for bands such as Wrangler, who are quite a heavy live electro band. They tour a bit so I go away a lot. I have been getting into iPads for sketches. I have an albums worth of stuff done on it. Just need to mix it. So yeah I watch and listen to others a lot - recording or mixing live and in a way you get ideas this way for your own stuff. Always learn even when its other peoples work.

• Share a quick producing tip.

High pass filter everything.

Try and make space for everything in the mix by filtering. Don't boost too much.

Don't worry about all the gear. Just get the idea down and it will go from there.

• Share a link to an interesting website (doesn’t have to be music related).

I'm reading this at the moment. I love stories of creative friction, fights between creative people are always interesting because people really feel this stuff. Also I am a member of an institution and I see my own politics and watch the institutional bullshit from a distance. I am lucky enough to have worked at EMS and it's a great place. This is quite eye opening if you are into art politics.

https://books.google.co.uk/books?id=i7W9CwAAQBAJ&pg=PA169&lpg=PA169&dq=music+box+software+ems&source=bl&ots=5FbKkMKKgt&sig=Zr7Y5pJCvWn7N4HtJbjkgPQz8m8&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwi6uLj1q5XWAhUMXhoKHaInBQoQ6AEILzAB#v=onepage&q=music%20box%20software%20ems&f=false

• List ten sounds you are hearing right this moment : )

I am recording a band called Roller Trio. Jazz electronics. So I am hearing reverse guitar, bass, sax, acoustic and real drums, the hiss of the mixer, 808 samples and occasional pop of an old sound card ;-)