#the 3 birds might aswell be their children

[fahrenheit-aqua]

jokes that are funny only to me

#lobotomy corporation #black fixer #binah #shitpost #crackship #they have so many goddamn parallels #the 3 birds might aswell be their children

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

So, here's an original story I wrote like 3 years ago...

I had a whole thing with this story back then, planning on everything that was going to happen in it (I still know what's gonna happen later), but I only ever wrote 5 chapters. One chapter is also really unfinished.

But, I thought, I am not sure if I'm gonna just let it rest on a google doc for all eternity. So, I have decided to post these on tumblr.

I'm thinking I'm starting with the first chapter, and if people are interested, I might post the other chapters too.

I wanna give some disclaimers first:

As mentioned, I wrote this like 3 years ago, so my writing has evolved since then.

This story is about six siblings, and one of them has a name that I wrote was "ridiculous". It's not really a ridiculous name in retrospect, it just sounded like it to 18 year old swedish me who had never heard the name before.

Yes. Yes, this is very based off a thing I love.

This story doesn't take place in the modern times, so no one has cellphones (only stationary phones located around the house). It's not said when it's set, though.

This is the first chapter, titled "Meet the Spins", and is essentially a character introduction chapter.

The day started with the birds tweeting early in the morning. But that’s not what woke Jessica Spins up from her sleep. It was the baby’s whining. “I’m coming, sch…” She climbed down from her loft bed and approached the crib that was currently right under her bed. It usually wasn’t, but due to the circumstances the baby had to sleep with whoever was in charge. And Jessica was the oldest, so she was the obvious choice. “Okay, sweetie, you had a bad dream?”

She picked up the baby and tried to rock her back and forth. The baby sniffled. Jessica was unsure what to do - she was still pretty tired herself. As she looked out the window she noticed the sun was coming up, so she might aswell get up.

Jessica Spins was the oldest out of six children. Yeah, six is a lot. That could be a reason why their parents decided to take a trip across the globe and leave all six children alone for a week. Jessica was 15, almost 16 now and had taken care of her siblings ever since an early age. Of course her parents didn’t put all the responsibility on her. They just simply asked her to take one of her little brothers to the park across the street so he could “play off all that energy” or change her little sister’s diaper once in a while. She had also been alone with her siblings during the times their parents went out for a date or just came home late from work, so them going on a one week trip was honestly like an extended date. It had already gone three days and everything ran on smoothly. Jessica promised to call them if something was wrong.

Right now, she was trying to feed the baby, who refused to eat the mashed apples or whatever it was.

“Come on, eat your breakfast!” Jessica tried, but was only met with whimpers.

“Wow, you’re terrible at this!”

In front of her now was Erica. Erica was 14 years old and took the role as the second oldest pretty well - she still had responsibility too, but with less pressure on her. That way, she could be more laid back and relaxed… and more fun.

“Good morning, Erica.”, Jessica sighed, “I’m trying to feed the little rascal here, but she won’t eat.”

“Yeah, that’s why I said you’re terrible at this.” Erica replied. She snatched the spoon from Jessica, “This is how you have to feed her.” She started to make some funny faces to the baby, making her laugh. As her mouth was open, Erica showed the spoon gently inside. The baby ate it without any problem.

“How do you do that?” Jessica asked.

“She just likes me more than you.” Erica shrugged, “In fact, she should have her crib in my room instead.”

“You know mom and dad wanted her in my room. Besides, you don’t have any space for a crib with all the things you have lying around.”

“She could sleep next to me! And we could cuddle all night.”

“You could move over and crush her.”

“No!”

“Yes, you move around so much in your sleep! It’s creepy, really.”

“What’s creepy? Is the ghost girl back in the walls again?”

That came from Darren, the third born of the bunch. He recently turned 12 and were, as their parents described it, “full of life”. He was very into the supernatural - like, very into the supernatural. He claimed he could see spirits and they had caught him multiple times trying to summon them in the attic (but they always stopped him before he accidentally summoned a demon). 

“For the last time, there was never a ghost girl in the walls.” Jessica said.

��There sure was!” Darren protested.

“You’re full of shit.” Erica said.

“Erica!” Jessica hissed.

“What? He is full of shit.”

“The only one that’s full of shit is the little pants pusher over there.” Darren said, pointing at the baby.

Erica did a quick sniff. “I’m pretty sure she’s clean.”

Darren glared at the baby. “The one time I try to make a joke you’re clean, you fucking-”

“Darren!” Jessica growled. “We do not swear in front of our younger siblings!”

“We do not swear in front of our younger siblings!” Erica and Darren mimicked.

“Good morning.” said a tired, but unsurprised voice.

“Good morning, Tim.” his three older siblings said in unison. Tim was Darren’s younger twin. When they were smaller they were more identical, but that was just because their parents thought it was cute to dress them in matching outfits and haircuts. The big difference came when they were old enough to pick out their own clothes. Tim dressed in more fashionable outfits. Ties, blazers, you name it. Darren on the other hand stuck to hoodies and dark sweaters with loose pants. Otherwise they had the same hair color, same eye color and were approximately the same height. The kids at the street would refer to them as “the prep and slack twins”.

Tim’s full name was Timothy, but he refused to be called anything but Tim, or only by a few people he’d allow, Timmy. He also had an interest in the supernatural, but was more interested in music. Specifically, older music that his parents and grandparents used to listen to. The children’s mother once bought a gramophone from an antique store for Tim to listen to old classics from before any of them were born. It was not like he didn’t like more modern music - he did, too. It was just the feeling of those old tunes… when he listened to those, he could feel like some old spirit entered his body and possessed him (in that way, he also believed in the supernatural, even if it wasn’t as hardcore as his brother).

“Hey Tim, want an egg?” Darren asked.

“In my face or in my mouth?” Tim replied with a suspicious grin.

“In your hair!”

“No!”

The twins ran around the kitchen, laughing. Darren chased Tim while holding an egg up in the air. Erica and the baby just giggled, while Jessica was visibly stressed and wanted to stop these shenanigans. Yeah, that wasn’t gonna happen… but she could try.

“Hey! We eat the breakfast, not throw it!”

“Okay, mom.” Darren said.

“No, she’s right.” Erica said, to everyone’s surprise. Jessica felt a bit calmer, thinking her sister was taking her side. Well… she did not. Because Erica soon picked up some toasted bread. “If you don’t stop throwing eggs, I will throw toast at you!”

Darren and Tim giggled and continued to run around like wild animals as Erica started to throw toasted bread at them. It all soon escalated to Darren throwing eggs at the walls and the baby getting some butter on her head. Jessica just tried to calm everyone down, but no one listened to her. They all yelled and shouted, until they noticed a little girl standing at the edge of the breakfast table.

“Oh…” Jessica said, “Good morning, Salome.”

“Did you sleep well?” Tim asked.

“Want some toast?” Erica asked.

“Or eggs?” Darren added.

Salome was the fifth born of the bunch. She was 5 years old and never said a single word. It was not that she couldn’t talk, she just… didn’t. She preferred communicating in other, more silent ways. Just like a lot of other five year olds, she had a bright imagination, which could lead to her easily getting overwhelmed by her surroundings. Even though she did not say a word she was the one who always calmed her siblings down. Jessica and their parents could try their best, but if a noisy sibling saw Salome stare at them with her innocent glare, they just… calmed down. It was like they felt embarrassed over causing so much chaos when they saw how good and patient she was. Also, they always felt… sorry for her. It must not be fun seeing all your older siblings yell like that. Darren was also a bit afraid of Salome - what if she secretly plotted to kill them all?

The youngest member of the family was, of course, the baby. She had a name, but the thing was that her siblings thought her name was absolutely ridiculous, so they just called her “the baby”. Now, all names feel different to different people, of course. What’s a beautiful name to someone might be the weirdest name to someone else. It all also depends on who you are and where you live. Some countries have names that absolutely no one outside that particular country is named. The Spins parents wanted to name their kids things that most people around the globe could pronounce and understand (that kind of backfired with Salome, as people were quite unsure if it was pronounced “Sah-lom” or “Sah-lo-mee”, or just something entirely different. “Sah-lo-mee” was the pronunciation the parents used, but it didn’t stop others to pronounce it differently). With their youngest child, they wanted something more unique, so they went all in.

The baby’s name was Millicent. Millicent Sunshine Rudy Spins. It was kind of a cute name. If you were a baby in the 1800s or perhaps in the very modern hipster times. The Spins siblings did not live in the 1800s or the very modern hipster times. They had to admit Millicent was kind of cute, but for some reason the children didn’t really want to call her that every time they mentioned her. Of course, they couldn’t always call her “the baby”, so Erica suggested they could call her “Millie” or “Mills”. When talking about Millicent’s middle names, well… all of the siblings had pretty unusual middle names. Just ask Jessica Rainbow, Erica Plumberry, Salome Jane Dot Constance… the boys had pretty common middle names however, but their middle names were before their first names for some reason. Hugo Darren and Hunter Timothy.

The six siblings ate breakfast until the phone suddenly rang. 

“I’ll get it!” shouted Darren and rushed to pick up. “Spins residence? Hi, dad!”

He held out the phone so all his siblings could shout “hi, dad!” and then returned to speaking to him by himself. “We’re just eating breakfast. Uh-huh? Yes… i’ll check! Hey Jessica, has the baby been sleeping?”

“She has.” Jessica said.

“She has! I’m sorry dad, but I just can’t say Millicent. It’s too- alright. You were gonna name her what? Oh gosh… okay. Yeah. Okay. Love you!”

“What were they gonna name who?” Tim asked.

“Our dear baby sister over here”, Darren said, walking up to Millicent,  “Was gonna be named Moonshine.”

“Moonshine Sunshine Rudy Spins.” Erica giggled.

The rest of the morning went on smoothly.  Darren snuck off to try summoning a spirit in Salome’s room, but got caught by Salome when she was going there to play. So he decided to try to hide and scare Jessica in the living room. Tim decided to take the bus to the local antique store and see if there was any old music stuff. Erica decided to spend her day with Millicent and was following her around the house.

“Millie!” Erica squeaked as she followed the little baby. “Where are we going now? Oh, upstairs? You can’t walk upstairs? Is your big sister gonna carry you? Yes! Hey, Millie! Mills! Little Mila, are you little Mila?” “Erica, what are you doing?” Jessica asked.

“Just talking to our cute little baby sister, that’s all!”

“Okay, but she needs to take a nap, so take her up.”

Erica groaned, “Uh, I know! That’s why I’m taking her upstairs now?” She rolled her eyes and made some mumbled groans to Millicent. “She doesn’t think I know it’s your nap? I’m gonna take a nap too, I can’t take Jessica’s bullshit anymore…”

Jessica sighed and turned back to the book she was reading. Everything was silent now, all her siblings were off doing something else. It was nice and calm in the living room. All nice and calm until…

“Bah!”

Jessica flinched as she heard the scream. Behind the couch she was sitting on was Darren, now giggling like a maniac.

“That could’ve been a spirit, I just wanted to prepare you.” he chuckled, “Also, the look on your face-”

Jessica frowned, “Darren, you little shit!”

“Oh my god!” Darren exclaimed. “You swore! You actually swore!”

Right then, Tim got home again and wondered why his brother was jumping around. Darren took his hands, “Jessica swore!”

“She did?” Tim asked.

“Darren, stop.” Jessica sighed, as her brothers jumped around the room.

“She swore!” 

“Jessica swore!”

“Well, don’t tell Erica, or i’ll kill you both. Okay?”

Suddenly the boys stopped jumping and nodded carefully, but still having gleeful smirks. 

Some seconds later, the phone rang. Jessica picked it up, as it was right next to the couch. 

“Hello? Hi, mom! Good! Good… yeah, the twins are playing and so is Salome in her room… Erica’s putting her down for a nap right now. Me? Just reading. Yeah… what? Wait, now? Today? Tomorrow? Why- has something happened? Can’t you tell me now? Okay… okay, yeah. I’ll tell them. Yes. Love you too, mom! Goodbye!”

“What did mom want?” Tim asked.

“She and dad are coming home earlier.” Jessica explained.

“Why?”

“She didn’t say why, she said they’ll explain when they’re coming home again.”

“So… when are they coming home?” Darren asked.

“...tomorrow.”

“Fuck, we have to clean the house!” Tim exclaimed and ran off.

The children didn’t know that this was the last phone call they would ever get… in this house.

So, I have not read this story properly until today... I so wanted to go in and edit a bunch, as I'm a better writer today, but I also wanted to leave it unedited, like a time capsule. While not much happened in this chapter, the rest of them will change drastically. If you're interested in reading the next chapter of this original story of mine, just tell me!

#original story #mine

[witchuwoo]

Not a hero, not yet a good man

Mirio X female!quirkless!reader

Chapter 1&2 are going to be focused on the readers home life and some key characters, not all of them obvs but those who'll play a larger part in her story and character development. Mirio will enter in chapter 3 so please stay tuned until then❤ (I say to all of my 0 followers)

Please point out any grammatical mistakes (preferably with some comment about the story cause I'm sensitive)

~°To the story°~

People often spoke to you for the sole reason that you had gone to the same school as that dude in the UA tournament who lost his clothe, just to ask ridiculous questions about his personal life as if you would know this , when you were eating- a phone would be shoved into your face with his picture and a million questions, when he was shown on tv doing his hero stuff all eyes would turn to you. You had grown accustomed to just being an extension of him, that you didn’t really exist, only a carrier of Lemillion Info at arm’s length from the actual hero, you hated it sure, but life did what life did and if you started hating life then everything’s would go to shit, so you had to accept it, it was either that or live miserably. That being said, you couldn’t fathom why they asked you of such things, considering that by now it should be proven that you knew absolute zero of the boy they were talking about.

“What does he like to do in his free time?”

Well he was really into eating crayons when I knew him does that help?

“Has he always been that buff??”

Ofcourse, all babies look exactly like they do when they’re older, he had a 2836382 pack when he was three, super ripped baby

“Have you seen his...you know”

Yes, it was shown on live national Tv,

“What kind of girls does he like”

Fucking power puff girls I don’t know

”what kind of girls did he date”

He skipped that part and went straight to marrying the teacher actually

It’s been five years since you guys hung out, that enough time for someone to change completely, they’d have better luck asking you about all might sense you ran into him on a train a month ago than Mirio. You shared a kindergarten and elementary school not your entire life, all you could tell was how he used to be towards you and in class in general, not how he is now. It was annoying, so so incredibly annoying. They would interrupt you during lunch, they’d bother you on your way home, his god damn fan girls would flock around you for any information, one of them insisting on calling herself your best friend for no apparent reason other than that you knew her crush at one point in his life.

Speaking of the devil

“(Y/n)~~~” Akarui's sugar sweet voice called out from above all the others, cutting through your skin and bones without a problem.

Like cold water was poured onto you your entire body stiffened, and dreading, yet knowing, what you were going to see you closed your locker and looked to your side. There was the hurricane that was Akarui, twirling without a care as she came towards you like a great tsunami about to wash away am entire town.

“Hi Riu-OMPH!!F”

She threw herself around your waist and hugged as hard as she could throwing you way off balance and hitting the air out of your lungs. You gasped for air patted her shoulder repeatedly.

“too tight TOO TIGHT!” you struggle to push her off you, and the pressure is released quickly as she realises that you can’t breathe

She let go with a sheepish smile

“Ahahahaha sorry (Y/n)! I just saw you and got a little excited”

She tuggs on your collar as she speaks, looking at you with that ever lasting smile you had come to just tolerate. Always so touchy, always so happy, there was no escape from her.

“Yeah...” you pick at the hands on your collar, perfectly manicured like they are.

She had asked you to go with her and her usual bunch of friends on numerous occasions, even offered to pay time to time, but you didn’t have the money to go and you’d feel to bad letting her pay. Besides, with how often she complains about how hard it is to do things with those long nails you couldn’t imagine having them yourself.

Despite your obviously indifference to her attitude she keeps on bouncing, deciding that your arm was a good enough replacement to hugging your soul out and hung onto it with her life.

“So what are we doing today Bestie?~ ice cream? Library? There’s a new book store out I heard! With the -Mona? Monga?- Books you like”

“Yeah so I heard”

“Ooh we could go feed the birds too! Or go to the zoo and check out the new bird exhibit! Endless choices the world is incredible!!”

She threw her hands up in celebration to her epiphany that you can do a lot of things, smiling as bright as the sun itself.

You chuckled “okay yeah, there are a lot of choices, it’s almost like we’re human beings with the ability of thinking for ourselves” she grinned up at you from her place on your arm, eyes shining with playfulness that was infectious to even you “why are you telling me though? Can’t you go to these places yourself?”

She gasped and tugged on your arm roughly, pouting as you cursed at her for almost making you trip, but she didn’t budge

“You gotta choose (Y/n)!! It’s our Friday! The fun bestie fun time!”

“Ah shit that’s today?”

The slaps you on the arm and you break into a subdued laughter.

“Alright alright spare me oh great Akarui!”

She scoffed and puffed out her cheeks, flexing her practically nonexistent muscles at you in a fake display of power

“That’s right! Fear me” she said in the lowest voice she could muster” and take me to the zoo peasant”

Mockingly you raised your hands in defeat and wailed “oh anything but that! I have a wife and ten children to support!”

“Ah- so feeding the ducks then maybe?”

“I don’t know, I’m kinda tired today”

“Oh, sooooo.. go home to you like usual and pretend the other isn’t there?”

“Sounds like a plan”

She was a pest that’s for sure, but charming on her own way, enough for you to tolerate her company despite the reason why she approached you in the beginning. If you tell her to be quiet she’s quiet, if you tell her to give you space she gives you space. You don’t know if she’s ever seen any hardship in her life with how endless optimistic she is, and if she had you’d like to have a talk with however caused it that’s rotten enough to torment such a bright soul.

You walked home in relative silence, that is you were quiet whilst Akarui chatted on and on about things she had done during the day, what her other friends had said, some gossip, what she thought about that kind of gossip, just anything that came into her mind.

“oh oh! And during training today Widow did this really cool thing where she like... Oh what did she call it?”

Widow, one in Akarui’s main friend group that you hung out with time to time. The girl had a quirk that made her look like a spider, six pairs of arms and six pairs of eyes, pinchers near and saliva that when exposed to enough air turned into a goopy mess, aka her web. You had long forgotten Widows actual name, and the girl didn’t seem to mind you just calling her by her nickname.

Akarui had a another friend who you also didn’t know the name of but was called Hercules by the entire school. Not surprisingly it was mostly because his quirk gave him many of the qualities a Hercules beetle. Quiet fellow, apparently very near sighted, but you didn’t know much else about him.

“Oh it was so cool (Y/n)!! If I knew she'd be doing that I would have snuck in my phone to video it for you, gah! Why don’t we share more classes”

Ah, that’s an easy enough question to answer

“because you’re in the hero course and I’m not”

And that was the end of it wasn’t it. The reason you were mostly ignored by the others, the reason the only interesting thing about you was your connections to a hero, the reason Akarui was such a ray of sun.

She’s a hero

You’re not

And that’s the end of it.

~°=°~

I hope you enjoyed it! If not please tell me why so I can try and better myself, and if so then please do tell me aswell cause I live on feedback

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