Cicada!reader who they think won't shut the fuck up
This happens every summer.
That constant buzzing or chirping or whatever the fuck you do. It's constant, it's annoying, and it gives everyone a headache.
The team tolerated it until one summer day during their free time, they had all decided to go to the training range and shoot downhill. That's when they confronted you.
"Can you shut the fuck up for once?" Simon suddenly glared at you, setting his rifle down on the bench nearby. "All you do is make noise and it's giving me a migraine."
Johnny and Kyle joined in, frowns settling in on their expressions. "We know yer a cicada hybrid, love, but it's bloody annoying." Kyle muttered.
"Is it really that hard not to make noise?" Johnny nodded along with Kyle.
Price turned towards you and gestured with his head at your folded wings. "We need to chop em off, yeah? Too noisy." Obviously, it was a joke. But it still scared the shit out of you nonetheless.
"But I don't even make noise!" You defend yourself. "I'm not the kind of cicada that does." As if on cue, the buzzing started up again. Everyone, including you, unanimously groaned. "Yeah, that's- that's not me."
Johnny yelled 'fuck' as though his world actually just ended right then and there. Kyle sighed heavily as if the answers to his issues just disappeared in a heartbeat. Price pinched the bridge of his nose like a dad would before putting on some noise-cancelling headphones. Simon just stared at you and shrugged.
Well, atleast you figured out why your team had been giving you death-stares for years now.
-(fun fact not all cicadas make noise and I lowk found that cool)
