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[internet-succubus]

breakfast at toji’s!

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content/tags, mdni!: frat boy!toji, unprotected/creampie, both parties are intoxicated, friends to lovers, confession, use of babe, baby, doll, darling, standing sex, fluffy aftercare <33

a/n: aaaaa my first post! i’m excited and i hope i can post semi-regularly lol bc i have lots of ideas. any feedback is appreciated! thank u to @screampied @tonycries @gumified @fairy-angel222 and more for writing stuff sooo good that i had to try it myself

word count: 3.1k

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in this moment, it seemed like toji fushiguro would be the death of you, and if that was the case, you know you’d go out doing something you loved. and in this moment, that something would be grinding yourself onto his body like there’s no tomorrow. his strong hands secured their place on your rocking hips, his thumbs pressing into the crest of your pelvis. you knew that you’d see bruises there when you inevitably woke up in his messy sheets, but that didn’t matter right now. all that mattered was the feeling of his cock thump thump thumping away at your cervix. the sensation made your jaw drop and head tip back in raw ecstasy.

”come on baby, don’t quit on me now,” he growled into your neck. you could barely make out his words over the deafening bass of the music in the next room. your best-friend-turned-fuck buddy had pulled you away from yet another one of his fraternity’s weekend parties after seeing the way your drunken body moved under the blinding, colorful lights. the sound of his voice made you lock your legs around his waist even tighter, and the feeling of your trembling thighs wrapped around him made toji snap his hips impossibly faster. your whorishly short dress was bunched at your waist and the straps were slipping down your shoulders, but all of that paled in comparison to the way he was fucking you. it was almost animalistic, the way he had your back pressed against the wall. you could feel his building desperation as he huffed and groaned softly, trying but failing to keep himself quiet.

your nails dug into his shirt, the thin fabric pathetically stretched over his broad shoulders. over the past few years, he had gone from being a quiet, reserved boy to a hulking mass of a man. the sudden change in his physicality awakened something within you. toji winced as you curled your fingers, your nails nearly drawing blood. the smell of sweat, booze, and marijuana filled your nose. the filthy sound of his balls slapping against your ass made your breath catch in your throat. “look at me, yeah? k-keep those pretty eyes on me doll, i’ve got you.”

his voice pulled you back to reality and your eyes dragged up his clenched jaw to his face, an expression of pure desire molding his handsome features. your eyes met his, their dark green hue almost lost in the low lights around you. toji smiled when you finally managed to look at him. his lips parted in a smug grin, his sharp canine teeth catching the light. the scar across his lips flexed deliciously and for a second, you thought you saw the light. but it was just him, fucking you like his life depended on it. “you look so beautiful b-baby, all desperate for me,” he breathed. your expression shifted to match his, preparing to fire back at his little jab.

“s-seems like- nnghhh- you’re the desperate one h-here babe,” you bit back, your smile widening. matching his snarky comments was something you always enjoyed about your close friendship, and it was all you could do to keep yourself from melting in his strong arms. the feeling of his cock stretching you open was clouding your senses and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you came.

“sh-sh-shut up,” toji muttered through clenched teeth. his hands tightened around you and you could tell he was nearing his orgasm too. his cock twitched inside you and the friction against your g-spot was overwhelming. you wrapped your hands around the back of his neck, the metal of his silver chain pressing into your palms. your head fell forward and your forehead rested on his. being this close, you could detect the faint smell of his cologne and it sent you into a frenzy. before you knew it, you were screwing your eyes shut and babbling about god knows what. “what’s wrong doll, c-can’t talk? does it - shit - f-feel too g-good?” if he wasn’t so fucking sexy, you would have slapped him. knowing him, he would have liked it, the dirty bastard.

every time your hips met his, the small patch of pubic hair above his cock pressed against your clit just right. as if he read your mind, toji moved one of his hands to your front, pressing his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves. if you weren’t so cock drunk, you might have been able to tell that he was frantically spelling words on your clit. T-O-J-I-T-O-J-…

he moved his other hand up to your chest, cupping one of your tits in his strong hands and pinching your nipple between two of his fingers. the sudden stimulation made you squeal, and as soon as he heard the noise, his lips crashed into yours. the kiss was sloppy, wet, and downright disgusting in how your tongues moved together in unison. the sour taste of his cheap vodka and fruit punch chaser made you furrow your brows together as you moaned and whimpered into his mouth. toji swallowed every sound happily, humming against your lips. you could feel him smile again. he knew that he was the best you ever had, and that no one could ever come close. he’d never tell you, but fucking you the way he did was his twisted way of claming you as his own. his girl. after just a few hookups, he had learned almost every possible way to make you unravel.

toji’s deft fingers were unrelenting, his thumb still working on your clit as his other hand switched breasts, scooping it up and squeezing it firmly. at this point, his hips slowed. he focused more on angling himself so that he hit that sweet spot deep inside of you- the one that made you see stars. you appreciated the reprieve. despite how close you both were to your orgasms, and how dangerous it was to be fucking so close to a packed dance floor, you wanted this to last forever. normally, you’d both be exhausted, but the adrenaline and alcohol gave you just enough stamina to keep at it.

the slow flow of his hips into yours was almost romantic. you took the opportunity to press your chest into his, wanting to close any distance between your bodies. the hand on your breast slid across your sweat-slicked skin and rested over your thundering heartbeat. toji took a second to pull away from your lips, a string of spit still bridging the gap. his eyes focused on that spot on your chest as if he could see your skin jump in time with your quickened pulse. he then looked back at your face, seemingly searching for the answer to an unasked question. breathlessly, you asked, “yeah?” raising an eyebrow to motivate him to speak. his movements slowed to a stop and your hips rested on his. cockwarming wasn’t something either of you had discussed previously, but the way he filled you to the core prompted you to make a mental note to bring it up later.

the man looked down nervously, moving his hands to support you by the waist. small strands of his hair stuck to his damp forehead. without thinking, you raised one of your hands to push it back, slicking his hair back in a way that you hadn’t seen before, but grew fond of in that moment. toji’s eyes flicked back to meet yours, and he opened his mouth to speak. he paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. the shots he ripped at the pregame weren’t helping with his judgment, but they sure did make him feel more confident.

looking into your eyes like a deer in headlights, he whispered, “do you like me?” the question caught you off guard and you stopped, considering it carefully. his sweet smile and soft expression made you feel like the only girl in the world.

”of course i like you, toji, what kind of question is that?” his face changed slightly, a pang of frustration causing him to press his lips together in a thin line.

”no, like, do you like me,” he repeated, placing emphasis on that second “like”. it seemed like your encounter had taken a sudden, more emotional turn than you expected. your feelings towards him as of late had become a complicated mess that you couldn’t handle confronting, especially since midterms were coming up and your grades were in desperate need of a boost. whenever you thought of him throughout your days, your heart did a small flip in your chest.

since you had graduated high school, he took the opportunity to use college as a way to “start again”. while he was skipping classes, he started going to the gym and making more time for friends. his intimidating appearance was jarring for most, but once he started talking, the tension dissipated and he suddenly found himself a new friend group. after a few weeks of pestering, they convinced him to rush one of the biggest frats on campus, claiming that the brotherhood was a life changing experience. and that, of course, he would be drowning in pussy. truth be told, he really only joined to get them off his back. toji had no interest in meeting girls when you had been at his side for several years already.

despite his busy schedule and the endless stream of girls throwing themselves at his feet, he always made time for you. he regularly met you at your dorm to walk you to class and caught you for lunch when you both had some time to spare. your platonic relationship suddenly shifted when you were both drunk at the first party of the semester. he was showing you around his frat house’s upper floors, laughing at how messy it was. there were dirty bongs and half empty bottles of beer on every flat surface, but having him guide you by the hand made it all seem okay. it wasn’t until you tripped over your own feet and landed in his arms that you had been so close to his face. in the spur of the moment, you pressed your lips against his and he whisked you into an empty bedroom where you had sex for the first time. since then, he had been your go-to guy for dick.

your brief period of reflection was interrupted when toji called you back to reality. “hey, you okay?” he asked. you were still pressed against him, his cock starting to grow soft inside you as you considered his question from earlier. finding the right words was hard, and this didn’t seem like the time for a heart to heart, so you settled for something simple.

you leaned back in to place a quick kiss on his lips before pulling back and stroking his cheek with your hand. “yes, toji, i like you. now that we’ve got that out of the way, d’you wanna cum inside me or not?”

your answer seemed to satisfy him, and with a quick peck to the corner of your mouth, he smiled and replied. “it would be my pleasure, darlin’.”

”great, because my feet are starting to get numb and i want to be able to walk after this,” you laughed. your laugh slowly turned into a sharp inhale as he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, hard and fast. toji worked his way back up to a quick pace, perfectly hitting that spot again as his hand snaked down your body back to your clit.

”sounds like a challenge, then,” he said darkly, hitching you up slightly to stabilize your weight against the wall. with your body readjusted comfortably, you could better focus on the way he pounded into you. it was different this time- the movement of his hips felt more intentional, more loving, despite their punishing speed.

a feeling of warmth spread through you, and the pleasure had you biting your lip to keep quiet. one hand remained on his face and the fingers of your other hand slid through his hair and secured a tight grip. the dull pain made his mouth open and his head tip forward, looking down at where your bodies met. you gushed around his cock as he thrusted, a faint ring of sticky precum and sweat forming around the base and dripping down his thighs. the sight made him even harder, and you could feel him growing inside you. “christ, you’re tight,” he whispered under his breath.

again, you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, and you were sure he wasn’t far behind. your thighs burned as you pressed them firmly into his waist, but nothing could slow him down. the timing of his skin slapping against yours almost matched the rhythm of the song that shook the walls of the house, the music still blasting loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

a switch flipped inside you and the electric waves of your orgasm rocked through your body, your pussy clenching around him like a vice. wanton moans and whimpers slipped past your lips as your body shook, with no end in sight to the pleasure you were experiencing. toji leaned in and nipped at your earlobe, the unfamiliar sensation making your walls ripple around his cock. “o-oh my god- toji toji toji- fuck! h-holy fuck i’m fucking c-cumming,” you moaned. your voice broke slightly and your noises turned to short screams as he continued to fuck you through it.

”that’s it baby, say my name, who makes you f-feel this good?” he growled into your ear. his balls tightened and his orgasm caught up with yours, his cum shooting out in short spurts that coated your pussy in a sinful shade of white. you both let your instincts take control as your bodies shook and your orgasms wound down from a white hot fire to a sweet burn in your abdomens. his thumb was still tracing patterns on your clit as he went soft inside you. he would have stayed there for hours if you hadn’t started shaking from being too overstimulated. a small noise of discomfort escaped your throat. that was his cue to pull out and gently lower your unstable legs to the ground. he kept his hands on your waist as you took deep breaths and reacquainted yourself with gravity once more.

toji then pulled your dress back down, but not before observing the filthy mixture of his cum and your juices sliding down your thighs. once he memorized the glorious sight, he smoothed his hands down the front of your dress, doing his best to hide the fact that he just fucked you silly. he did not do a good job.

he stepped back and took your hands in his, drawing small circles on your knuckles with his thumbs. the both of you took a second to come back down and sealed the moment with a deep yet soft kiss. when you pulled away for a breath, his eyes met yours and all of a sudden you were giggling. his innocent look of confusion made you laugh even more, and soon enough you were covering your face with your hands. nothing in particular was funny, but the alcohol in your system was still metabolizing, and you couldn’t control yourself.

seconds later, you felt you feet lift off the ground again as toji scooped you up to carry you bridal style. “what’s so funny, huh? you laughin’ at me punk?” he teased. your giggles died down and you caught your breath, sighing now that you could fully relax your tired body. the ache of being folded like a pretzel in his arms was starting to set in, and you were grateful that you didn’t have to walk on your own feet.

”no,” you said with a soft smile, “i’m jus’ happy, that’s all,” you assured him. you. let your eyes slip closed and fell into a state of consciousness between sleep and wakefulness, letting toji carry you wherever he saw fit. as you felt him walk up the stairs and open a door, you smelled the familiar scent of his bedroom. it was a pleasant surprise after being stuck in a hot basement of alcoholics for a few hours.

your eyes remained closed as he laid you on his bed gently, the mattress cradling your body. toji began undressing you again, softly asking you to sit up so he could lift your dress overhead. he tossed it in his laundry pile to be assessed later and stepped into his bathroom to retrieve a washcloth to run under warm water.

when he returned, your eyes were still shut. he ran the washcloth over your body, cleaning off the sweat that pooled around your hair and between your breasts. he then worked his way between your legs, moving slowly as not to overstimulate you further. once you were cleaned, he made another trip to the bathroom and returned with a makeup wipe, carefully holding your chin as he did his best to remove your smeared mascara and lipstick. his large hands felt heavenly as they grazed along your nose and lips, removing as much makeup as he could so you could sleep comfortably.

toji cleaned himself up as well and grabbed a big shirt to pull over your head. he loved the sight of your naked body, but seeing your smaller frame swimming in his worn t-shirt made him feel things. after his bedtime ritual, he climbed into bed and pulled you close to him, and in your light sleep you threw an arm over his broad chest and a leg cross his waist. he didn’t plan on moving, but now he was certain he wasn’t going anywhere without you, not tonight, and not ever again.

he kissed the top of your head, and hoping you were still awake enough to hear him, he asked, “wanna talk over breakfast tomorrow?” your body remained still as you huffed out a small noise in agreement, after which he started to think about which of his favorite hangover cures he would have you try in the morning. in the moments before he dozed off to sleep as well, he matched his breath with yours. toji thanked whatever deities in existence that he had chosen you, and more importantly, that you had chosen him too.

[merakiui]

i’m still thinking about the tag in the co-writing ask a whole few days later and MERA 🥲 saying it would be an honor to exchange ideas is crazy bc it’s such a honor to even be on that list of people you’d hypothetically co-write something with! i adore your work to the fullest and you always release such BANGERS for writing!

(i really also appreciated hearing your thoughts on how you structure your work, your progress with first drafts, and what your favorite line is!! so exciting to peek into the mind of another writer!!)

anyways, i know it was probably just a tag that meant nothing to answer a question, but it really meant a lot! also fellow eel appreciator so real ‼️ i’m hella looking forward to your next jade leech work that you mention, something with a princess and childhood friends i believe,, i’ll be in your comments ofc tearing it up with analysis!

also i studied arnolfini painting for a class too so i’m really happy to know someone else got the reference <3!

also never got co-wrote or exchanged ideas before but u know my DMs if ure serious! or don’t! i hate to sound pushy

RE-L!! HELLO!!! ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

I'm honored that you consider it an honor omg!!! Thank you for such kind words and praise. 🥺 you're too sweet,,, I'm glad my thoughts and writings are enjoyable and interesting to read!

I truly do mean that tag from the bottom of my heart! It would be a joy to co-write or discuss ideas! Your thoughts and ideas are always fascinating (your swimsuit thoughts were so *chef's kiss*). I'm just much too shy to reach out randomly and I always worry it will be bad manners to just burst into private messages so suddenly. ;;;;; but it's a relief to know you would like to do so!!!

ALSO AAAAA!!!! Thank you so so much for your anticipation for My Sweet Monster (my next Jade fic hehe)!!!! I hope to write it after I finish this Floyd fic I'm currently working on. Royalty aus with childhood friends is a delicious combination. Also,,,,, butler Jade pining for the princess he serves........ >:) I look forward to your (as always) banger analysis once that fic is published!

I had to read the title again because it caught me by surprise. I thought, Arnolfini Portrait? As in, the Arnolfini Portrait?!?!?! It's a very pleasant surprise to see a reference to that painting!!

[biconickyoshi]

ive already put a comment on ur fic but i couldnt let it go without saying that i *literally* cant watch the main show without thinking about your fic and i wish that i could like. watch a version of the show that was your fic xD like ive been ranting and raving to my friends the entire time id been reading it and telling them to read it and i was planning on trying to get back into art so i could make some art of the boys, i am like. a changed person. this will be living in the back of my head rent free for the rest of eternity LMAO if you ever get like, doubtful of your skills or anything or unsure if people actually like anything youve wrote, i am here to tell u to not be cus i am *living* for this fic im running around in circles rereading it and getting zoomies lmfao, it is literally one of my fave fics of all time and ive been in fandom spaces for half my life now, its THAT GOOD (also anyone who follows you, you guys need to go read it honestly, IT NEEDS MORE HITS AND KUDOS AND AAAAGFAHGAF) im sorry if this ask is dumb or anything but. i had to let u know that u have CHANGED ME lmfao keep up the good work! i wish my brain worked the way yours does xD

Aaaaa it's so flattering to hear all of this anon!!! T-T Thank you so much!! I too very much wish there was a version of my show that was my fic lmao, I would loveeee to see so many scenes animated! Also it makes me SO happy to know that you're telling your friends about The Avatar and the Fire Prince!!! If you ever draw any fan art, pleaseeee mention me in the post and feel free to use "the avatar and the fire prince" and/or "taatfp" as a tag to help me find it! :)

Thank you so much for the encouraging words as well - I try not to get too in my head with worrying about whether or not people will like what I have planned for future plotlines, or if I'm writing in a way that stays true to the spirit/plot of the OG show while still being different enough to be entertaining/engaging... AtLA is such a precious piece of media to me, so I hold myself to very high standards, which can be detrimental when I just want to get a chapter out but I keep rereading it and finding little things "wrong" that need to be fixed lol.

Anyways this is NOT a dumb ask at all anon! I sincerely appreciate you taking the time to send this to me, and I apologize for not getting to it sooner! I've been a bit swamped with asks and comments recently so I've been trying to answer them in small chunks at a time haha

Hope you have a great day, and I'm super excited for you to see what I have planned for the future of TAatFP! :) <3

[love-overdrive]

Ordinary Miss Yazawa Pt. 1

Summary: The house for sale next door to the Higashikata's was quickly bought by someone. Josuke wonders who it could possibly be before he finally gets to meet his new neighbor, a young woman named Mary Yazawa. However, Tomoko can't help but think something doesn't add up with this new arrival.

Relationship: Platonic! Tomoko and Josuke Higashikata x OC (gen- no romance)

Rating: SFW

Word Count: ~3.5k

Notes: Nothing I think needs to be warned about. Mostly bantering between Tomoko and Josuke (I love them dearly). No spoilers for Part 4.

A/n: Aaaaa my first fic with my oc <3 please enjoy! More information on my OCs can be found on my pinned posts. Concrit is always appreciated and welcome, too.

You can read this on my AO3 here!

(Please feel free to let me know if you'd like to be tagged whenever I post a new work!)

“Huh? Someone bought that house already?” Koichi pointed to the ‘for sale’ sign that had a big ‘SOLD’ sticker slapped over it. “I thought they only put it out a few days ago.” 

“Who’s that desperate to come here?” Okuyasu commented, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“I guess I’ll find out soon enough,” Josuke sighed. “Mom said that no one even came by to look inside.” 

“Damn, real desperate.” 

“Why would you buy a house without looking inside it?” Koichi pondered. “What if you don’t even like the inside? Isn’t that kind of a waste?” 

“How should I know?” Josuke shrugged. “I mean… at the end of the day, it’s just a house, right? You just go home and sit there. It’s not like these houses are bad or anything.” 

“But what if you wanted a big one!” Okuyasu shouted. “I know I want a huge living room in mine. Something awesome for parties.” 

Koichi tapped his chin. “Well, if we’re talking about what we want in houses… maybe many rooms. One for a library to put all my manga, a guest room for my family if they want to stop by, and rooms if you want to start a family.” 

“I would want a huge fridge,” Josuke added. 

“The fridge isn’t part of the house, dude! You buy that!” 

“What? No way, when we moved in our house, the fridge was there!” 

“That’s because your grandpa had bought it…” Koichi grimaced at the two. Josuke pouted for a moment at Koichi’s correction before waving his hand. 

“Well, that’s not the point! It’s still kinda weird to buy a house without looking at it!” 

“Who do you think bought it?” Okuyasu’s eyes widened. “What if it’s secretly a celebrity?” 

“Why would a celebrity come to live here?” 

“Damn,” Okuyasu deflated. “You’re right, you’re right.” 

“It’s probably just a family.” Koichi stated. “Probably couldn’t afford the prices in places like Tokyo and so they would come here to pay a cheaper rent or mortgage.” 

“How do you know so much about houses in Tokyo?” Josuke raised a brow. Koichi bashfully smiled and chuckled. 

“I saw it on the news yesterday. Apparently prices have been going crazy over there.” 

“Whoever bought this house probably has no clue what’s been going on here, though. I kinda feel bad,” Josuke commented. “I’m sure we’ll meet them soon. I just hope they’re not totally annoying or something.” 

Scratch that thought. It was not even 8 am on a Saturday and already the moving trucks next door had bothered Josuke. He sandwiched his head in between his pillow and huffed. Who the hell moves in so early?! 

Already cranky from being woken up, he glanced to his mirror and noticed his hair was a mess. What a great way to the start the day. He opened the window and was about to give his new neighbor a piece of his mind when he saw a young woman twirling her hair while the movers unloaded the truck. 

“Wait, careful with those ones, please,” she pointed at a box with the word ‘fragile’ on them. “Those were like, pretty expensive.” 

“Yes ma’am!” The men nodded, making her grin widely. 

“Thanks~, you guys are so sweet,” she replied, continuing to watch them. “Uh, put that box by the kitchen, and that one by the window.” 

Josuke raised a brow as he watched the scene. His new neighbor was definitely not what he expected them to be. 

He didn’t realize he was staring until the woman called out to him and waved. 

“Yoo-hoo!” She cheerfully yelled from below. “Hello! I’m your new neighbor!” 

He was taken aback by her peppy attitude- seriously, it was 8 am on a Saturday- but waved back awkwardly. “N-nice to meet you.” 

“Sorry for all the noise, I hope I didn’t disturb you!” 

“It’s alright, not like I was sleeping or anything,” he lied, feeling guilty at the thought of unleashing his previous anger at her. Josuke had to wonder how she was up this early. Was anyone else ever- 

“Josuke, who the hell are you talking to right now?” Tomoko snapped from the hallway. “What did I tell you about hogging the phone?” 

Right. How could he forget? 

“I’m not on the phone, mom,” he tiredly replied. Tomoko swung open the door without a second thought, only to find her son indeed was not on the phone, but still in his tanktop and pajama pants and leaning out the window. 

“Then what are you…?” She shook her head and strode over to the window, looking to see a slightly confused but smiling young woman. “O-oh! You must be our new neighbor. Welcome!” 

The woman chuckled and nodded. “Thank you. I’m happy to be here. If it’s not too much, I have some gifts for you all. Can I drop by soon to introduce myself properly?” 

Tomoko nodded quickly. “Of course, yes, you can. Stay for some tea, too!” 

“I’d love that! I have to finish with this, but give me about… um… like… three hours and I’ll be over,” the woman replied, waving one last time before turning around and ordering the men to drop off another set of boxes in a specific place. 

“I love her shoes,” Tomoko mumbled to herself as she closed the window. 

“I didn’t think it would just be some woman. I thought it would be a family,” Josuke rubbed the back of his neck and yawned. 

“I didn’t expect that, either,” Tomoko casually replied. “That being said, what the hell were you thinking!” 

Josuke’s eyes widened at his mother’s harsh tone. “What? What did I do?” 

“What did you do? You just introduced yourself to our new neighbor in your pajamas! Do you know how bad that makes us look? We have to make a good impression, not make her think we’re a bunch of slobs or something!” 

Tomoko frantically paced around Josuke’s room. 

“It’s not that big a deal. It’s just our neighbor. Not like she’ll die if she sees me like this,” Josuke sighed, knowing his mother’s rant would continue. 

“I can’t believe this. I knew she’d be here today, but I was trying to plan a welcome visit and everything, and now it’s all ruined! Now she thinks my son is a delinquent who just sits in his pajamas all day and that we’re a bunch of bums!” 

“I really doubt she thinks-” 

“No, no, no. Fix yourself up, now. I want you to put on your best clothes and make the best impression you can.” 

“But it’s so early and I’m tired! She won’t even be here for another few hours and it takes me less than five minutes to get ready!” 

“No. You will not be sleeping right now, you will be cleaning yourself up and- oh, for the love of god- clean up your room, will you?” Tomoko gagged as she stepped on a pile of Josuke’s dirty clothes. 

“She’s not coming in my room!” 

“What if she asks to see it, hm? You’re just gonna let her walk in and see how messy your room is?” 

“Why would she be in my room in the first place?” Josuke retorted exasperatedly. “She’s coming to have tea, not a house tour!” 

“That doesn’t matter! What if she wants a house tour? You don’t say no to your guests! Now clean up, that’s final!” Tomoko pointed at Josuke, leaving no room for any disagreement. Josuke rolled his eyes as Tomoko slammed the door shut behind her, leaving a grumbling and exhausted Josuke. 

Well… she won’t know if I sleep for another fifteen minutes, right? 

All too quickly, a fifteen minute power nap became an almost three hour long sleep. He only woke up due to hearing the door knocking, and that’s when all the panic set in. 

“Josuke, she’s here!” Tomoko called from downstairs. 

Shit! He thought as he tumbled out of bed and threw off his pajamas. “C-coming! Give me a sec!” 

Knowing his mother would get on his case about his clothes, he rummaged through his closet for anything nice he had that wasn’t a huge, wrinkled mess. He settled, for some reason, on his school uniform and threw it on haphazardly, nearly tripping over himself as he went to grab his comb from his mirror. 

He already knew he was taking too long, and he could hear his mother’s threatening tone when she called his name again, despite Tomoko trying to hide it under a veneer of saccharine sweetness. Josuke barely managed to get himself ready before he almost fell down the stairs to greet their new neighbor. 

“Well, you know teenagers, always doing their own thing-” Tomoko said to the woman, not realizing (or, more likely, not caring) that Josuke was in earshot. Tomoko placed a cup of tea for both her and the woman, who graciously thanked her. 

“I don’t mind, really. It’s good that they’re taking a moment to like, explore and stuff,” the woman mused. Up close, Josuke could get a better look at the woman. She had dark brown hair that went to her shoulder, but curled upwards at the ends of it. She wasn’t as pale as Tomoko, and her face was covered in freckles and beauty marks. Large, gold hoop earrings dangled from her lobes while her eyes had on some eyeliner and blue eyeshadow, which coincidentally, matched the baby blue sweater she wore. 

Josuke cleared his throat awkwardly so his mother could introduce him. Tomoko turned to him with a smile before her face fell. She shot him a death glare when she noticed how slovenly his appearance looked- a warning for what was to come after their guest had left. 

“Miss Yazawa, this is my son, Josuke. Josuke, this is Miss Yazawa.” 

Josuke bowed politely. “Nice to see you again.” 

“It’s nice to see you, too. But, you know, I’m not at work and I’m still pretty young, so you can just call me Mary,” Mary casually stated. Tomoko shook her head to Josuke, telling him not to do so. “And since you’re both here now, I hope it’s alright for me to give you my gift?” 

Mary pulled out a pink box wrapped with a golden, glittery bow. Josuke leaned over curiously, wondering what was inside. 

“Thank you, you didn’t have to give us something this big,” Tomoko said as she took the box. “I’ll just set it aside and-” 

“Oh no, feel free to open it! I think it’ll go great with the tea!” Mary giggled. 

Tomoko undid the bow and opened the box, gasping alongside Josuke as they saw many tarts, macarons, and other desserts they couldn’t even name within it. 

“W-wait a minute, this can’t be,” Tomoko quickly said as she examined the cover she just removed. “Is this really from that French bakery? Patisserie Chic? That one?” 

Mary nodded. “Yeah. I heard it was good. Have you tried it before?” She asked, fiddling with her cup. Both of them shook their head. Patisserie Chic was hailed as the bakery in Morioh, but it was, frankly, very expensive. As a teacher and single mom, Tomoko just didn’t have the funds to splurge that much on a slice of cake or a cookie. 

Especially not a whole box of them…

“No, we haven’t.” 

“Well, then that means it’s the perfect time to try them!” Mary grinned, clasping her hands together. 

All of them took a pastry and took a bit. Josuke and Tomoko gasped at the taste and covered their mouths. 

“Mmm! This is amazing!” Tomoko said, not caring she was talking with her mouth full. 

“Mhm! Sho good!” Josuke agreed, chomping down on the sweet. 

“I guess they were right,” Mary hummed, taking a small, ladylike bite of her pastry. She didn’t react much to the taste, but neither Tomoko or Josuke were paying attention. 

After indulging in her sweet, Tomoko wiped her mouth and looked at Mary. “So, Miss Yazawa, what made you move all the way to Morioh?” 

“Oh, it wasn’t a big deal or anything,” Mary responded. “I wanted to experience more things, so I took a position at the bank as their receptionist.” 

Tomoko raised a brow. “You moved from…” 

“Shibuya,” Mary answered. 

“Shibuya,” Tomoko repeated. Explains the makeup. “You moved from Shibuya… to here? For a receptionist job?” 

“Yes,” Mary nodded casually. Josuke tried to imagine what that would feel like, but he couldn’t think of anything. He loved Morioh, would live here forever, no questions asked- but moving here from Shibuya? That seemed a bit crazy. 

“I heard the housing prices and mortgages are high over there,” Josuke commented, trying to keep the conversation going. He’d thank Koichi later for that. Tomoko shot him a confused look, wondering why the hell her son, who was always too busy playing video games and could never clean his room, was suddenly discussing mortgages. 

“Yeah, they are. Morioh looks like a nice change of pace. I do like the quieter towns, too. And everyone’s been pretty friendly so far.” 

“It’s a very nice town, even if it’s smaller than what you’re probably used to,” Tomoko replied. “I hope I’m not coming off as too rude or anything, but are you living with anyone? A fiance or a husband? I didn’t see anyone else with you right now.” 

“Oh, no, I live alone. Again, I just moved for work and stuff,” Mary answered, not at all offended by the question. Josuke briefly wondered if all Shibuya women were like her. He did like that she was a bit more casual than some of the ladies here. 

“You are? I didn’t expect that. You look very young. I’m surprised you aren’t with someone,” Tomoko gasped, starting to feel her previous holdups wear down. Even though she was stern at times, she still was a young woman, too, and she hadn’t talked to another woman her age in a while like this. 

“I just haven’t found the right guy, you know?” Mary explained. “Like, I’m usually pretty busy with my job, so sometimes I just don’t have the time to really meet guys. My supervisor once said I should try a small town guy once in a while, instead of the big city ones.” 

“They’re pretty rough, aren’t they?” Tomoko replied. Mary nodded in agreement. 

“Right? Some of them are so pushy and don’t even listen when I talk,” Mary sighed. “All they do is talk about finances or the stock market or something, like, can we just talk about anything else?” 

“And don’t they always complain about you working, too?” 

“They do!” 

Josuke cleared his throat as the two women got caught up in their conversation, making them both silently return to their previous positions. 

“Well, in any case, this is a pretty nice place to settle down in. I don’t think you’ll have many complaints here,” Tomoko said casually. 

Josuke, wanting to be involved after sitting around boredly, looked at Mary. “So, Mar- Miss Yazawa, how old are you, anyways?” 

“Josuke!” Tomoko hissed, glaring at him. Mary giggled again and waved it off. 

“20,” she answered. 

“W-wait, 20?” Tomoko and Josuke said at the same time. 

“Yeah. Is there like… something wrong?” Mary cocked her head to the side. 

“No, I just… I didn’t think you’d be that young,” Tomoko responded, the surprise evident on her face. She mumbled a, “you could be my daughter at that age…”

“Woah, you moved out and everything by yourself at 20?” Josuke’s eyes sparkled, seemingly impressed with the fact she could do all that. 

“Mhm. It’s nothing crazy. I know lots of people who do the same.” 

Before Josuke could talk more, the phone began ringing. 

“Josuke, answer the phone, will you?” Tomoko asked. Josuke looked at the house phone attached to the wall and raised a brow. 

“It’s not ringing,” he replied, seeing as there was no light flashing on it. 

“No, that’s me, sorry,” Mary chuckled. “Is it alright if I take this call over there?” 

Tomoko was about to nod before her and Josuke gasped again at seeing Mary pull out a large, thick cellphone. They huddled together as Mary walked to the living room to answer. 

“Is that a-” 

“No way-” the two whispered to each other. 

“How the hell can she afford a cellphone?” 

“It’s the newest Nokia, too. I heard you can use it all around the world!” Josuke said with wide eyes. 

“Are receptionists really paid that much?” Tomoko asked. “Maybe I should consider a career switch.” 

“It’s not fair, how can she get a cellphone at 20, but I can’t?” Josuke whined. 

“I don’t even have a cellphone! Why would I get you one?” 

“Because… pleeease?” Josuke gave Tomoko his best puppy dog eyes before she shook her head. 

“No way. You don’t need a cellphone to waste more time on. You’re already slacking on your chores and schoolwork.” 

“Come on, I promise, I’ll do all my chores if I get one!” 

“No.” 

Josuke rolled his eyes and slumped against the seat. “One day, I’m gonna get one. And when I move out, I will not be yelled at about my room.” 

“You have to actually go to college and get a job for that,” Tomoko teased. 

“I will! You’ll see!” 

The two bickered a bit longer before Mary came back, Nokia in hand. Mary, true to her youthful age, had decorated her phone with some rhinestones and two pink phone charms. Josuke wondered once more if women in Shibuya did this sort of thing. They must be loaded. Or bored.

“Sorry about that, my supervisor was calling.” 

“Is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, just some things are gonna need to be done sooner than expected. But, not a huge deal. I’ll just pull an all-nighter or something,” Mary shrugged. 

“Ugh, never mind about me getting a job,” Josuke joked. 

“Aw, work isn’t so bad. It’s kinda fun!” Mary replied, a wide grin on her face. 

Josuke lost track of the time until Mary had left, citing her need to begin unpacking and organizing her house. Once she was gone, Tomoko folded her arms and stared quizzically at the door. 

“Something up, mom?” Josuke asked, wondering why she was just standing by their door. 

“I just can’t put my finger on it, honestly.” 

“Put your finger on what?”

“Obviously, I mean Miss Yazawa.” 

“What about her?” 

“I don’t normally like to gossip about others but something’s a bit strange about her, don’t you think?” 

Josuke shook his head. “Nah.” 

“What do you mean, ‘nah’?” Tomoko deadpanned. 

“Was there something weird about her?” Josuke scratched his cheek. 

“I mean, the fact that she lived in Shibuya and then decided to move here for a receptionist job, her being only 20, having a new cellphone- none of that was off to you?” 

“Is it supposed to be off to me?” 

“Well, yeah, it’s not really…” Tomoko paused, scrunching her nose at what she was tryna say. “Oh god… am I getting old?” 

“What?” Josuke shouted, confused where his mother would get that idea from. “What does this gotta do with anything?” 

“I think I’m getting too old. I know I look younger than my age-” 

“So humble.” 

“Quiet. But, jeez, she’s only 20! Are younger women these days working that hard and doing that much?” 

“I guess?” Josuke replied, not knowing much about women. “Maybe it’s what the women do in Shibuya.” 

“It’s gotta be that. I heard they got some crazy stuff going on there,” Tomoko commented, fanning herself. “And I guess you would need to work extra hard to afford that place.” 

“So then, it’s just cuz she’s from Shibuya.” 

Tomoko let out a breath, before nodding. “Yeah. Shibuya. Must be a Shibuya thing.” 

“So that settles it then?” Tomoko hummed back. “And you’re not worried about being old?” 

Tomoko tried to remain serious, but her lips twitched upwards as she let out a short laugh. “No. I’m good. I guess even the way I did things when I was her age was unconventional, too.” She rubbed the back of her neck. 

Josuke knew what she was referring to and pursed his lips. “Maybe. But I wouldn’t have you any other way.” 

“And I wouldn’t have you any other way, either. Mmm… maybe just a cleaner room but that can be worked on.” 

“Whatever,” Josuke laughed. 

“But, really, you should go clean your room. And if you have time one day, you should go stop by her house and help.” 

“Why?” 

“It’s just a good thing to do. She’s all by herself and she probably needs help moving things around.” 

“Yeah, I’ll do that tomorrow. I’ll call Koichi and Okuyasu over, too, since they wanted to know who it was.” 

Tomoko smiled, a proud look on her face. Josuke gave a questioning expression back. “Why’re you smiling like that?” 

“Nothing,” Tomoko shook her head before sighing wistfully. “I guess I just realized that you’re really becoming a man.” 

Josuke’s face softened alongside his mother’s. Well, he wasn’t really all that eager to do so, but maybe helping Miss Yazawa wouldn’t be so bad if this is how his mom would react. 

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Aaaaa thank you for boosting my fic! I’ve been looking at your Dr. Noda art, and I’m so thankful my fic caught your attention! If you have the time, a comment on AO3 will be appreciated too!

Btw I noted this in the tags, but Akitsu’s name is Seiji, not Yoji.

Let’s hope this fandom grows!

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But no problem at all! I thoroughly enjoyed reading it and I v much think you've captured their personalities really well :O I'll be sure to comment soon!!

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WARNING: This fic will have depictions of horror (slight death but no major characters, injuries, eldritch entities), slight reality triggers (forget what it's called augh) and angst. Read at your own risk.

With that being said, have this slightly self indulgent TMNT 2012/Backrooms fanfiction you all asked for. :) If there is any form of critique you all can give me (on character interaction, pacing, or just comments in general), it'd be much appreciated if you could send it through asks!! And title names for the fic too bc the one I have now is a work in progress and I'm not sure if I like it very much fhfhfh Also, it starts with Leo, but I PROMISE it won't be Leo centric. He's just my favorite that's all HDHDHDHDH

This chapter starts off a little meh, but the next ones will get better, I promise. :D Enjoy the angsty suspense!!!!

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LEVEL 0: ENTER.

Reality. Definition:

The state of things as they exist.

Or, the state of things people believe they think is existence. Ideals that are simplistic, that "make sense" in the collective eyes of many. Science, experiments, simple opinions; all attempts to prove that what they see, what they believe, is right. And the lengths humans go to prove their stories can be.. Exaggerated, at best.

But there are many "proofs" out there. Of gods. Of other alien beings. But none of it truly connects. None of it forms a singular path to the answer.

And maybe it never will.

So then the question now becomes: what truly is reality? If it has yet to be shown, then does any of these ideals really matter? And if this is not the reality that we seek…

Then what is??

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A year had passed since the defeat of Kavaxas. There was silence from the streets, at least about as silent as you could get when it came to New York City. The only thing that had been "exciting" in that time was the Purple Dragon's feeble attempts at stealing and plundering unsuspecting stores.

Of course, the attempts never turned out to be successful. And there was one group of mutant turtles to thank for that.

It was also thanks to them that the streets were so quiet for so long in the first place. No one else had attempted–nor wanted–to take Shredder's place on the "throne" left vacant since his death, and the Turtles had made sure to keep it that way for as long as possible.

But alas, the peace could never truly last.

A new band of gangs calling themselves Black Rose had sprung up about a month ago, causing unexpected chaos. These newcomers were definitely more efficient than the Purple Dragon's, both in skill and further in numbers. The plans were more intricate, thought out, and though they posed a much bigger threat..

Their skills still had no match for the city's unknown heroes.

Even so, they were large in numbers, and their hiding spot had yet to be discovered, so every few days, sometimes weeks, there would be some form of robbery or explosion that the Turtles would rush to stop, and if it weren't for the fact they would most definitely tell the cops about mutant turtles living in the sewers, Leo would have thrown them all in jail by now.

This time, the Black Rose had attempted to hit a new store that was slowly gaining popularity, and it was lucky the turtles were there in the area to stop them. They had only been a few miles away when the echoes of alarms blaring reached their ears, and without a sound they had run to the area to check it out.

Now, a 22 year-old Leonardo leaned over the edge of a building slightly with his brothers waiting patiently and silently behind him for the orders to move. Surprisingly enough, it did not take much for them to get to this part of the training after Tiger Claw's last attempt to get rid of them; the part where they were completely silent and still, blended perfectly into the shadows. Even Mikey had gone full ninja mode, not a sound peeping from any of them.

Something told him Splinter would be proud of the achievement, and the thought absentmindedly pulled at his heartstrings.

His eyes flicked, watching for any signs of movement as the alarm blared on. Besides him, he felt Raph move just a bit closer, gripping his sai with anticipation.

Then, the alarm was silenced. Cut short, the final ringing note echoing through the alleyways like a toll bell.

"There." Donnie spoke up suddenly, pointing to the right. Leo followed the direction quickly and found four figures running from the side of the store, bags in hands.

The leader in blue stood, nodding. "Alright. You know what to do."

"Go time." Mikey grinned wolfishly.

Barely a whisper was heard at their departure.

It didn't take much time for them to catch up. If anything, the Turtles had seemingly chased them just for the thrill. But it didn't last for more than thirty seconds before the four split in opposite directions, jumping or flipping off of fire escapes and walls until they landed in front of the thieves, boxing them in,causing all four to freeze in their tracks. Leo landed last and in front, katanas already held in an attack position with a smile.

It had been easier to smile recently, so he took any chance he could to do so.

"Turtles." Hissed one of the four, and each one dropped their bags to reach for their own weapons.

Weapons that seemed far too fancy for them to be of unimportance, and it was then Leo realized with a start: These were not their normal enemy.

One carried a kuwa with a deep green, long handle, the steel for the flat blade strong and new. Another carried metal tonfas with blades running along the bottom, a bright blue ribbon wrapping around the handles. The third held an odachi with a black handle and gold hilt, and the last with a saihai. Each had intricate markings and details, and it was hard to tell if the studded yet few jewels on each weapon were real or not.

Each one seemed as if they were meant to counter the weapons each turtle carried, and the semblance did not slip past Leo, nor his brothers. Raph scoffed lightly at the sight, albeit weariness still edged into his voice.

"Pft. Nice weapons. Where'd you steal 'em from??"

"We did not steal them." Spat the furthest left with a kuwa in their hands. "We earned these weapons by training and discipline. Something you lack."

Leo narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Then that shows how little you know about us." He motioned his head towards the store they robbed from. "Why steal from a place that has little to no money in it?"

The gang member (although Leo was starting to think they were more than just that) with the odachi slipped into their own defensive position, eyes trained solely and dangerously on the blue cladded turtle. "That is none of your concern."

Perfect. Cryptic answers. Leo thought somewhat annoyedly, gripping his weapons tighter and watching for any sign of distractions or openings from their opponents. Just what we need.

"Well," Came Donnie from his right, almost sounding bored or discontent. "At least this fight will be more interesting than ones we've had recently."

No one moved for a few short, tense moments. Then the members of the Black Rose surged forward with a surprising amount of speed and strength.

The sound of weapons clashing echoed around them, and the battle commenced.

The metal of Leo's katanas met the wide arc of the odachi wielder, a ring vibrating down into his arms uncomfortably as he gritted his teeth, meeting his new opponent's black, angry gaze. One of their eyes was milky, a scar cracking over the skin of their face.

"Freak." Spat the gang member through a black fabric covering their mouth and nose. "You will rue the day you stepped foot in our path."

Leo couldn't help the smirk that split his lips apart–it wasn't even cocky, he just found the statement amusing at this point. "Yeah, no offense, but I've kinda heard that one like a million times already to the point where it's almost not funny anymore. I mean, you do know who we are right?"

His opponent narrowed their eyes. "We do. We know your defeat of the Kraang, and of the Shredder. My leader respects you because of your.. Victories. I however," Somehow, the malice in their eyes strengthened. "Do not."

Well. That's surprising. The leader in blue thought somewhat distractedly yet genuinely; just how did news like that get out in the first place? Those were things people weren't supposed to know about.

"Well, feeling's mutual I guess." He pushed away his thoughts and pushed harder on his blade, meeting the person's glare with his own. "After all, I can't fathom why you'd go through the trouble of robbing a store that doesn't even have money in the first place other than to be jerks."

Leo could tell the gang member was smiling with the way their cheeks crinkled, and their eyes glinted maliciously, immediately setting off red alerts in the turtle's mind. Their voice came dripping with malicious humor. "Who said we were here for the money?"

Before the mutant had a chance to ask what that had even meant, he was suddenly pushed back with a startled yelp at the unexpected surge of strength the odachi wielder had used. He only had a second to recover 'til the blade came whistling at his left and Leo parried quickly, twisting himself around. From the corner of his peripheral vision he could see his brothers finishing off their sides of the battle, and a surge of slight relief and confidence in their abilities spread through him before he allowed himself to focus back to his own ongoing battle. They seemed to be holding their own pretty well, no need to jump in yet.

But if he had turned just another inch more, he would have noticed a lone figure slipping into the shadows of the alleyway they had been fighting in, clutching an odd, square shape to their chest and pressing it to the corner of the wall where it was hidden from sight, and disappearing just as fast as they came.

Leo danced away from his current distraction on light feet, simply on the defensive, the smirk from earlier still present. It was a little more cocky now, sure, but it was at least a bit deserved. The Black Rose member charged with an aggravated shout and again Leo dodged, only to gasp with slight surprise as the person's foot followed the odachi's strike within a millisecond. If he had been a year younger, the leader in blue would have fallen for the trick. Instead, he sidestepped the attack, his katanas singing as he brought them to an arch, nicking the human's thick black clothes.

He hadn't been aiming to cut skin—he swore he never would again after having endless nightmares about what it felt like running his blade through Shredder's neck. But it was a clear, dangerous message, one that was understood as the human gripped where they were cut, dark eyes meeting dangerous, piercing blue eyes.

There was no winning this.

For a moment both sword wielders traded blows with their gazes. Then, the human gave a mirthless chuckle, shaking his head.

"You wanna know what else I heard??" Leo could tell by the tone of voice they were sneering. "You may have won against the Shredder, but you had also lost to him as well. All this bravado you are showing is fake."

The logical side of him knew he shouldn't engage. It screamed at him to leave it be, to turn away before things got worse.

But Leo's hands clenched against the hilts of his katanas as his glare grew colder. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

The human rose his chin. Almost as if he had gained a victory. "Your innocence, for one. I heard that those scars you carry now come from the Shredder, and at the young age of sixteen. In my opinion, he should have left you there to rot."

It felt as if he had been struck in the chest by a large truck. Like he was under cold, bone-chilling water and couldn't breathe. Yet the Black Rose member only continued on despite the silent warnings he was being given. A knowing, victorious glint in his eyes. The river continued to take the breath out of Leo's lungs.

"I also heard he had taken the life of what you called your father, who was just as disgusting and worthless as you. I'd say good riddance." The human's scarf dropped to reveal a large, vicious grin. "One less rat to kill in this vermin-infested city."

Never before had he let insults control his actions. But all he saw then was red.

Leo hadn't registered he had moved until he felt wind pelting his scaled skin, a slightly hoarse shout escaping his throat as he lunged. The attack that was meant to kill (and a part of him later would be relieved for this) never landed. Through his anger, he could not see his opponent move into a defensive position, and again��this time literally–he felt the wind rush out of his plastron as a knee struck him where his stomach would be. There wasn't even time to give a pained shout before he felt himself fly into the wall with an surprising amount of force, the shouts of his brothers calling his name barely registering through the ringing of his ears. Then the wall behind him turned invisible, and he gave a shout as he fell backwards, falling for just a second before landing on solid ground again on his plastron.

Something metal, which he registered as his katana, clattered to his side as he took a moment to ease the spinning of his head, bringing a hand to the top with a low groan. He lifted his head, squinting and blinking at the ground, only to stop, brows furrowing slightly with confusion.

Old, dead looking carpet replaced the ground underneath him. Before he could even attempt to look up to gather his bearings, however, three other yelling bodies crashed into his shell, sending him back down to the floor, voices mixing together chaotically with groans and grunts of pain.

"Guys." Leo wheezed, one arm awkwardly trapped underneath the weight of his brothers. "Get off."

"Sorry Leo.""Sorry.""Oops." Came his brother's murmured responses all at once, and each turtle worked to untangle himself from the rest, all except Mikey, who stayed sprawled over Leo's legs in a dramatic fashion that made the oldest roll his eyes somewhat fondly.

He turned his attention to Raph, who had sat cross legged and held a hand to his head still. "Are you all okay?"

His hot headed brother blinked incredulously for a second. "... Are we okay?? Leo, you were the one that fell through the wall. Plus, we landed on you. Are you okay?"

"To be fair," Donnie cut in with a finger raised in the air, sitting against the wall they had just been tumbled through. "We all kind of did. And we land on each other all the time anyway."

"True." Mikey murmured. It was then Leo's right knee twinged uncomfortably, so he carefully slipped his legs from under the youngest, who protested with a quiet, "Hey."

Again, the blue cladded turtle rolled his eyes at the antics before turning again to Raph. "Either way, my question still stands. Just want to make sure no one is badly hurt, that's all."

"... We're fine, Fearless." Raph responded after a beat of staring at Leo with an expression he couldn't quite read. "So long as you are."

Leo sighed softly, then reached for his katana and rose to his feet. He took a moment to look for the other pair, only to frown upon not seeing it there. Which meant it had been left on the other side of the wall. He tried not to let the sting of losing the heirloom of his clan hurt too much as he straightened up to gather their surroundings; there were other things to worry about. "I will be, once we figure out where we even are and how we're getting- Out..."

His voice died in his throat as his brain attempted to comprehend what exactly he was seeing in front of him.

His brothers had fallen suit, standing to their feet, and not a word was said between any of them for a suddenly tense, long moment.

Everything… Everything was yellow. A sickly, green yellow. The walls, the carpet under their feet, which felt more like sandpaper than actual soft fabric. The spaces winded in an undistinguishable pattern, looking as if they were meant to hold office spaces. Every which way looked as if the building stretched on forever, and the lights above buzzed loudly like the bugs in trees on the hottest days in New York, the heat already felt on his skin despite being at least two feet in the air.

It was.. Unnerving. And almost indescribable in its strangeness. The feeling of this place–as if they were being watched–did not help, and each mutant turtle felt it.

As if speaking any louder would awaken something unseen, Raph hissed a quiet, "What… In the hell…?" He brought his sai close to his person, shoulders tense and high. "Where the hell are we?"

Leo didn't turn to him. He felt if his gaze left the depths of his surroundings, something would come barreling forward and attack. "... I don't know."

"This place is giving some seriously bad vibes." Mikey's voice quivered just slightly. The oldest felt his baby blue eyes bore into his shell. "Leo, we need to get out of here. Now."

"I know. But like Raph said: where even is 'here'?"

"... Nowhere."

The hoarse sound of Donnie's voice was what made Leo's attention snap to the tallest of his brothers immediately. He found him staring at his T-phone with wide eyes, almost horrified.

"Come again??" Raph asked. The hothead of the group didn't bother to hide the high franticness in his voice.

"We're… We're nowhere." Donnie repeated, and finally looked up at his brothers, matching their wide gazes with his own. "There's nothing. No signal, no service. It's.. It's just.."

He turned the phone to them, showing them the completely black screen. Not even their reflections were showing on the face of the device.

"Blank."

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bECKYYY !! <3 <3 Why did I follow you ?? well gawrsh. it's been awhile now, but i will never forget the first time i saw your blog and how /immediately/ it gave me such warm and happy vibes. T~T I knew absolutely NOTHING about Itsuki and yet I was so interested to learn more and get to know the writer behind her because you just radiated sunshine that i needed in my life and still do ;; nowadays, there are 10000000 reasons i stay; you're just SO incredible, becky, and ilusm!! <3 no regrets ever

Anonymously or not, why did you follow me? And what made you stay?

Always accepting

   SAMMMYYYY!!! TAT ❤️❤️❤️ Honestly, this should all be said about YOU. YOU who has exuded nothing but the the best vibes, since day one itself! But thank you, truly. Gaaaaah, I’m so happy to have found you through your ATLA blog first, and it’s no surprise how quickly I became one of your biggest fans overtime. Because you just KILL IT with whomever you choose to write for. And regardless of whether I know that character or not, I’m here like “I’M READY! I’M READY!! I’M READY!!!” when it comes to interacting with anyone of them. 

   Like, your son Leo (Wow I almost wrote Leon, but I MEAN-- he’s kind of your son too by this point SO) has been so fun to read and learn about, and like with all your other characters, it’s so clear how much love you put into him. Not to mention the fact that it’s always, ALWAYS so fun developing anything with you. And just how welcoming you make every single interaction (Which makes it extra hard for me to not just-- automatically put all your muses on Itsuki’s mains by this point LOL)! I’m still here wailing over Itsuki and Leo’s potential. And YOU KNOW how I am rn about Kiryu and Ryuu’s friendship auehawue!!! One of the most perfect dang bonds that would TOTALLY happen in their respective games aaaaa!!

   And once again, the same goes to you??? It was just through our first few interactions with one another (And through our long ass tag conversations ROFL!), that I already wanted to get to know the sweetheart behind those beautiful words better. ;; And needless to say I was further blown away by the full force of this warm and bubbly bean! And I’m just so happy whenever you would reach back out in any way? You are always so ready to jump on Discord, or even just comment through here whenever I let out about something, and I appreciate that so, so, so much... And yeah... here we are, with me being blessed with your presence, pal. Even we can’t chat as frequently as we use to (Ah, the adult life). Just seeing your contact on Discord makes me c’: <3. And I always hope you know that I’m sending you all the good vibes I got, forever and always, pal. YOU are the incredible one here, thank you for being you, girl. ❤️

   ALSO YOU GOT ITALIAN THE OTHER DAY? I’M JEALOUS BUT OKAY YOU DESERVE IT AND I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT.

    HAHA I LOVE YOU TONS OKAY... c-cries...

@badboysupr ❤️❤️❤️

[snickiebear]

yo nadia <3333 i'm bored in my online classes and u reblogged the questions thingy at the right time lmao, so get ready: 1, 4, 5, 9, 10, 17, 23, 24, 28, 30!!!, 34, 38, 39, 40 (the intimacy of being understood) (imma stop here lol) (also i'm sorry u're not feeling well, ily and hope u'll feel better soon!! <33333)

ELE ILY. (and thank you, i’m stayin home today cause,,, yeah. i appreciate you sm.) you’re the literal best, i adore you. 

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

The first fanfiction i read was for The Lunar Chronicles when I was like 11?? and it was 100% on accident and it scarred me because it was a hardcore porn one with a period kink and i was like WHAT IS THIS??? OH MY GOD???? LMAOOOOO i didn’t pick it back up until i was 13-14 and really got into the Fairy Tail fandom. I still reread my favorites on ff.net cause i love them. 

As for writing, I wrote a horrible, terrible x-men fanfiction when I was twelve. (my friend still brings it up and REFUSES to delete it so it still gets comments and views, that shit HAUNTS ME ELE.) then tried again for Fairy Tail, posted like two chapters before taking it down cause i wasn’t really feeling it. And then I posted The Intimacy Of Being Understood and here we are. 

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

OMGG okok 

@murd3rm1ttens ‘s The Problem How Time Works IF YOU HAVENT READ THIS YOU GUYS NEED TO HOP ON IT ASAP. MITTEN’S WRITING SO SO SO SO GOOD. SAKURA AND INO ARE TOTAL BADASSES. KAKASHI IS A SIMPPPP. ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. 

@mouseymightymarvellous ‘s We Were Screaming In Color (Only A Possibility) yes, yes I KNOW. i always point into mousey’s direction but i WILL always advocate that everyone reads her fics, they’re literally so beautiful???? i just happen to be rereading WWSIN rn 

@safelycapricious ‘s Shaking Up And Breaking Down series. I found this like?? idfk but i’ve been raving about it ever since. ALSO CHECK OUT THEIR FICS IN GENERAL. 

fuck i have more than three but also check out @ambivalens999 ‘s Masks

i do wanna make a fic rec thing where i just rav about my favs,,, might do that later or sum

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

Omniscient third person. I don’t like it. Like I can understand that it can be a little hard to stay in one person’s perspective but, in my opinion, if you can, it shows how disciplined you are as a writer. Plus, i just get so confused when I go from A’s thoughts to suddenly what B is thinking about A. 

When writers use ‘ ‘ instead of “ “. When writers put thoughts in ‘ ‘ instead of just italicizing them. It’s small things but like they just bother me sO MUCH. most of the time i can ignore it and try to enjoy but other times i just dip. 

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

@espoir-et-reves !!!!! THEIR SHISAKU FICS ARE SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. And they have a warring states one going on THAT I AM SO OBSESSED WITH. 

@writer168 idk if they’re really “underrated” but THEY HAVE SUCH GREAT FICS ON AO3. Like theres an AU with sakura, kiba, and shino that i reread constantly because it just. is. so. fucking. GOOD. and they posted a new one that i’m YELLING about. 

@eggtoasties okay they only have 2 in the naruto fandom (one shisaku which is still ongoing) BUT THEIR WRITING STYLE IS SO NICE?? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I still go back and reread their shikasaku one cause UGH i can’t get enough. I love it. 

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

Fandoms: Naruto, Soul Eater, The Old Guard, ATLA

Parings: KakaSaku/ShikaSaku/ShiSaku/MultiSaku, SoMa, Joe X Nicky, Zukka

Character: SAKURA. I will read anything with Sakura as the main character and her being a fuckin badass or becoming a badass. I love her.

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

aha.. haha.. well. I check my email like three times an hour. its the first thing i check in the mornings too. I’m literally a whore for praise and literally eat up feedback like its going out of style. I also reread a lot of my stuff because i make so many mistakes and spelling errors, or the spacing is weird oR SOMETHING. plus, literally any and all comments make my day, i go back and reread them cause they just make me feel so tingly and warm like “wow. this person enjoyed the fic/my writing enough to tell me. thats HUGE!”

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

Angry, feral, bloodied, morally gray women. They aren’t bad guys, they’re probably the good guy, but that doesn’t mean they cant be fucking raging at the world with raw knuckles and blood on their teeth. I just love an angry woman who struggles with her emotions and just has so much inner conflict but that doesn’t take away from her character or badassery, it adds to it. 

24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?

The fake dating or miscommunication troupe. LIKE GUYS JUST TALK. AND TELL EACH OTHER OMFG. the entire like obliviousness of “nah they dont like me” while the They holds their hand and kisses their cheek. MOFO WHAT. it makes me so impatient and like mad HAAHHAHA. its probably because i’m a pretty confrontational person so seeing stuff like that just “cmon bro, USE YO HEAD.”

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

I have yet to receive a negative comment! Which i was really surprised about tbh. As for deadlines or pressure to update, i just kind of do whatever. I do set goals, but i set them flexible enough that hey, if i can’t do it, that’s okay. 

I have a lot of mini goals, like “i want to write this chapter and get it done this week” and then the large goal is “FINISH BY END OF MAY” so i have time. 

Actually, now that I think on it, the entire pressure to update thing is probably why i’m waiting until I have all of OL&W written to post it weekly,, cause well. I wouldn’t wanna leave you guys waiting as I tried to write and work out the next chapters and stuff, you know?

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

AAAAAA YOU KNOW I LOVE THESE AHAHAHAH

Have you seen the way the dead dance, World Breaker? They roar, half mad and starving. Do you not wish, do you not hope to see them twist and bend and dance to your will?

Shikamaru snarls, looking behind his shoulders to where his Shadows lay. “Patience.” He spits. “Is of the essence, Things of Ancient. Know your place as the dark you are.”

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?

None of my experiences match up to anything I write tbh,,, probably the only thing that is me in my writing is maybe the emotional turmoil? I’m pretty emotionally and mentally mature because from a pretty young age i started forming my own opinions, started looking into the world around us and being like “dude what the fuck this is not what disney advertised”. Then i started talking (read: arguing and debating) with my dad about a lot of it. So, like emotions are kind of hard for me. Like i’m pretty good at controlling them or understanding them, but still. idk its hard to explain ig.

Like the weight of stress, the anger, the sadness. It’s kind of therapeutic to write. Cause i don’t know how to put those feelings to verbal words so writing them really helps. 

As for my readers’ image? Probably like some kind of hunched over figure typing away in the dark with a maniacal grin on their face. I honestly don’t know AHHAHAHA but it is fun to think about. I think they’d see me as someone with potential but a lot of room to grow and someone who is imperfect but in a charming way LMAOOOO

38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?

I’m gonna be real honest. Its probably like a 2. I’m a bit of a control freak so I almost always go in chronological order, my writing is pretty linear. Unless, i get bored and jump to one of my fav parts. It's pretty much i sit down, i open the doc, read over my notes and just start writing. 

It’s a little boring to explain AHAHAHA but once i get into the groove of things its really fucking great, I can like feel myself in the world, I can feel what i want the characters to, i love it. I catch myself mouthing the words as i type too, which i find hilarious.

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I rather like how raw my writing is sometimes. Which might sound really vain, but i do like the way i word things or describe things. I love juxtaposition and repetition, or making a good ole circle back to some minute detail that wouldn’t stand out until i repeat it at the end and you’re like “omg” AHAHAHAHA.

Like those little poetic snippets or certain wording i just sit back and go “damn thats kinda good nadia! go you!’ HAHAHA  

40. How did you come up with the idea for The Intimacy Of Being Understood?

AAAAA this fic is like my first child, my pride and joy LMAO

so the idea initially came when i was reading some fic, idk if it was even naruto, but i was like “i don't like this, but i do like the rain symbolism.” And I knew i wanted to write something kind of slow paced, something a little sad and angsty, but would show KakaSaku slowly but surely falling in love.

Idk if you’ve noticed but a lot of my fics, the pairings don’t change each other dramatically. They accept each other as they are and then they grow with together. Like that acceptance is something i just love writing, its so subtle, it isn’t something you declare. Its simply “I am going to love you. I am going to love you despite your flaws and faults. I am going to love you unconditionally because I know you, I understand you, and there is nothing you could do to drive me away.” 

The fic kind of wrote itself after that first scene. I kept going back to the rain, go being ghosts, and resurrection, and the small epiphanies one gets. I wanted to focus on each character’s growth with each other. They didn’t find light in life because of each other, but with each other. And i think that’s my favorite thing about that fic. 

I wanted something raw and real and just something beautiful. I’m actually really proud of it tbh. Would i go back and rewrite/edit it? Oh of course! I’d do that with every single one of my fics, but i’m not gonna cause i think its in its rawest form right now. :))))

ask me shit plz

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Hello everyone and good morning! Wow, I am feeling the love in the inbox today. A sincere thank you to all of you for sharing your thoughts and support with me. I love you all and your messages never fail to make me smile 🥰

Also, Phoenix Epilogue should be out sometime soon. If you haven’t read that 4 part miniseries yet, I recommend getting a head start before my super fluffy 11k epilogue is dropped.

More details responses below 👇

1. This is a good question! So, I personally made a list of prompts that I was interested in writing, and asked people to tell me what they were interested in. Pretty quickly, I got about 3 requests back to back, followed by 2 unique ones. This was before I’d ever posted any writing, so they had no reason to know what I would produce, lol.

I find offering some ideas first gives people an idea what you are willing to write and does some of the work for them. But you can also just make a general post saying “Send me requests for ____!” and it should do it, too. The key is making sure you use the appropriate tags in the post so people actually see it. I hope this helps! If you really need a request, feel free to DM me and I’ll give you one of my original prompts that I’ll probably never be able to write 😊

2. Correct.

3. Awwwwe this is the nicest thing you can tell an author. I appreciate you. It was so fun to write, although I forgot how hard it is to write soft sex (lmfao).

4. Aaaaa I was SO worried about his characterization, so I’m super relieved people felt like I got it right. I’ve actually only ever watched the whole movie once, so I felt really uneasy about it. But my inner himbo lover delivered, I guess.

5. Yes! It’s not explained well on my Masterlist, but I’ve actually crammed 4 requests into one story, which I feel will be executed very well. It’s called “It’s Too Cliche” and it follows this exact plot! (It also incorporated a request about that gold necklace, so... prepare yourselves)

I really think it’ll be a great story. I don’t say that often, but it’s based on something that happened to me that should be made into a romance movie so, hopefully I can show you all exactly what it felt like.

6. Stop, I’m going to cry 🥺 I’m a SUPER extrovert, so all of my best friends are super introverted, and many of them are shy. I appreciate you guys so much and I would hate to miss out on your thoughts/ideas/comments just because someone else thinks I write too slow, lol.

I love you and I hope you have an awesome day 💕

7. Hahah thank you! I do really try. I love writing, but the only reason I’m able to do this right now is because I’m doing Bar Exam prep, so that’s my only “job” at the moment. As the test gets closer, I’ll be able to do less.

8. Now you know how I feel about Chip Taylor 24/7 😭 I will probably still write at least one more Chip fic, and possibly a couple super short fluff pieces (him meeting your parents or going to Disney World with you and your kids for the first time are just... so fucking hilarious to me). It’s nice to hear that people are interested, since I knew that it would be one of the lower performing pieces 😂

9. Ramble at me forever, Anon 🥺 (seriously, we’re all here for Spencer Reid, what makes you think I don’t want you to ramble? 😉) I do have a ton of fluff fics in my upcoming. I usually get on a fluffy kick where I write like 5 at once lmfao. Right now, I am unfortunately in a smut mood 😂 It also doesn’t help that all my oldest chronological requests are smut (and EXTREMELY plot intensive), and I do try to follow that pattern whenever I can.

10. Y’all gotta stop giving me a swelled head 🥴 Thank you so much, honestly, for everything you said. Every comment about my characterizations seriously, legitimately makes me cry. Without interesting characters, I can’t imagine anyone ever wanting to read anything (although some more popular books seem to prove me wrong). 

Also, I want you all to know that your interpretations of my characters and their motivations/personalities is EXTREMELY HELPFUL for me as an author. I like to hear as much about this as possible, because it helps me understand how my characters are interpreted.

PS I definitely laughed at the bloodhound comment as I wrote it. My beta also made a line note that said something similar to “Chip really learned that the hard way, huh?” lmfao.

Big thank you and I love you to everyone! Stay safe!

[lovingsiriusoswald]

“Fragile, But Not Weak”

Part 5 - Her POV (Other parts here)

Characters: Kyle Ash and Delinquent!Alice

Word Count: 2051 words

Warnings: Mentions injuries, blood and catastrophic fires.

Tagging: @christmaswarlock, I hope you come back safe from your trip! Also @plumpblueberry, @midnightcradle and @bumbleberry-jamboree again because your comments really motivate me a lot aaaaa thank you guys so much!! 

⊱ ──── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ──── ⊰

The sun’s rays skim over my cheek, waking me from my slumber. Pain washes all over my body and my left thigh felt numb, barely able to move it. One lazy eye flutters open and I’m blinded by the bright light of the morning. A groan leaves my lips as I let my eyes adjust and a hand weakly brushes over the injury, feeling the sticky liquid stain the dress. Gotta change the bandages, before heading out to Kyle. I try to open my other eye, but a pounding headache stops me from moving any further.

The door bursts open, followed by a peeved voice yelling at me. “Dammit, Alice! You’re just as stubborn as King Lancelot!” Kyle walks over to me with a frown and scans my limp body, his mouth agape as he sets down his medical bag.

“Jesus, what the hell did they do to you.” He fixes the pillows and helps me sit up. “Word got out as soon as you crashed those disciples in the pub, I doubt that they plan on hurting you again anytime soon.” His explanation goes over my head, That happened? He loosens my clothing, before lifting the ends of the dress up. “Fenrir told me everything.” He removes the used bandages and pulls out the ointments and cleaning equipment, then started dressing the wound.

“He..called you?” My eyes followed his hands as I muttered in disbelief, trying to remember what happened last night.

“Yeah, wouldn’t have known that you were injured if it weren’t for him. Knowing how stubborn and crazy you are, I thought you’d manage to get out of the incident unharmed. I guessed wrong.” His eyebrows furrowed as the redhead starts stitching the wound, pain prickling over and over again.

“If it weren’t for him, I would’ve been dead..” Stunned, my voice hushes to a whisper as I start to remember what happened and realizing that Godspeed saved my life. I’m grateful, really, but..

“And that’s fantastic. You’re gonna live longer now.” His topaz eyes glare at me. “I’m assuming he’s gonna report what happened to his leaders and offer you to be under their care.” He pulls out a magic crystal that had been molded to the shape of a rod, then gently tracing the stitches to close the wound a little further.

“I don’t need more people worried about me.” Frozen and staring mindlessly as he finishes dressing the cut, then tugs the dress sleeves to show the few bruises that bloomed on my skin. He puts small dots of ointments on them, before placing an ice pack on whatever contusions it could cover. “I’m dying, Kyle. People shouldn’t have to—”

"Oh shut up with the whole ‘I’m gonna die’ antic, will you?” He grumbles and yanks my arm towards him, pulling me close enough to make me look at him directly in the eye. “You will live. I’ve been studying on the cure and I’ve been making progress.”

“My sickness has no cure.” I remind him.

“Not until I’m finished with my research.” He leans in a little closer and I gulp at the sight of his topaz eyes darkening. “Alice, I swear to God you’ll be catching these hands if you go against your doctor’s medication. All I’d ask you to do is not strain yourself because your lungs can’t take too much exertion; yet lo and behold! I hear you jumping over roofs, dodging bullets and kicking the Magic Tower disciples’ asses.”

“At least I’ll die in a cool way.” I joked and the doctor rolled his eyes.

“Now you’re just being annoying. If Cradle had a Best of Patients Awards, you’d be a close second to King Lancelot.”

“What category?”

“Most stubborn patient.”

“I’m honored.” I dramatically place my free hand over my chest and smile. He rolls his eyes and loosens his grip and started dabbing the ice pack gently on the bruises, the dark purple discoloration slowly diminishing with the help of magic. It never ceases to amaze me how medicine works well with their unique resource, it would’ve been very helpful if we had something like it back home.

But then again, it shouldn’t.

“I talked with Fenrir and gave him a doctor’s clearance for you to stay at the Black Army Headquarters. I’m recommending you to rest there.” He declares and I open my mouth to protest, but he immediately cuts me off. “As much as I want you to stay in here so you won’t get stuck between the dispute of the two armies, you need to be with other people who will keep an eye on you. I don’t trust you to look over yourself because the last time I did, you nearly got yourself killed.”

“I really, really appreciate you being all worried for me and wanting to save this pitiful life, Kyle. But I’m a lost cause.” I say softly with a heart wrenching in sorrow.

“All the more reason to try and find a cure.” He says simply and attends to the bruises and cuts on my knuckles. “Alice, its been three months since you stayed here and all you’ve done is work at the confectionery and run around being chased by soldiers. You live alone and good God, people don’t even know you exist. Try changing that life, would you?”

“You sound like a mom scolding her child for not going out and play like they normally would.” I scoffed. It was ironic how this drunkard lectures me about changing lifestyles.

“Then I’d have to mother you 'til you get sick of me and just do what I tell ya.” He smiles and helps me stand. “A carriage would arrive soon and send you to the Black Army Headquarters. I’ll help you get ready.”

“Now you sound like you’re sending me off to a ball or something.” I chuckled, in hopes of making the situation lighter.

I hated all of this. This feeling of pulling everyone down just for how uncontrollably weak I am. It was exactly the reason why I moved out to London, then ultimately deciding to follow that Rabbit down a magic hole in the ground and stayed in Wonderland.

Cradle is an oasis, literally magical and far better than home. People didn’t know who I was, but they treated me fairly and kindly. There were still less than five people who knew and they were more than enough to worry me, what if I hurt them by accident if they got too close? The Great Fire of Newcastle and Gateshead was already too much for me to bear and my sickness was a curse bestowed upon me the second the first drop of blood was spilled. If I hurt the people here as well — I know I will be forever damned.

The fire.

Dear God, the fire.

I swallowed a breath as I desperately pushed the thought away. My fists curl tightly to stop them from shaking and sank further down the tub. My eyes glanced over the small crack by the door to see if Kyle would be able to see me. Confident that he wouldn’t, I let out a shallow huff, the first hot tear rolling down from my left eye and I shiver in the warm water.

For a moment, the vicious blaze flickers to life again right in front of me and my body freezes. My ears started ringing as the disembodied blood-curdling cries of help erupts in the flames. The air around me was too hot but the sweat forming on my head was as cold as ice. “You witch! What have you done?!” My friend screamed at me. His pupils hauntingly shrank in fear as he rapidly burns to ashes, another explosion follows and shakes the building.

It was an accident. I told him as he disintegrated into nothing but bones. I didn’t know what—I didn’t want it to happen.

I felt a knot tightening around my throat as my fingertips lightly brush over my wound. 400 people injured and 53 killed, the newspapers said. The horrendous explosions of sulfur at the Gateshead warehouse was a spectacular historic catastrophe in the 19th century. No pieces of evidence indicated the origin of the fire and the cause of the explosion, the two inquest juries declared. Though theories of gunpowder presence and gas pressure were considered possible, there were no points that made it true.

No one knew. The ones who did died at the very moment the fire broke out.

How did you survive the great fire? The journalists threw countless questions when I stepped out of the hospital, still bandaged and too traumatized to speak. Do you know what happened in the fire? But I can’t tell them what I knew, despite the blinding rewards the town government offered.

They didn’t know, they will never know.

A knock on the door pulls me out of my daze, “Alice, you good?” I sat up as the door slightly opened more to let the redhead peek. I nodded at him and he closes it again, leaving the air cold once more.

No one will ever know.

Once I got out and dressed, Kyle helps me pack my bags. He reminds me of my prescription and medications, and my head bobs mindlessly all the while as my body moves on its own to pack my things.

The fire. Dear God, the fire.

Closing the bag, my body halts his hand lands on my shoulder. “The Black Army.. they’re kind of a ruckus. If you ever feel uncomfortable around them, don’t hesitate to send a letter and I’ll help you find a place to stay in somewhere near my clinic.”

“If you’re worried about that, why did you send me there anyway?”

“Fenrir.. I think he likes you.” His lips twitched slyly to a smirk and my face involuntarily scrunches in disgust. “But seriously, the poor lad’s worried sick about you.”

“Just great.” I murmur and attempt to pick up the bag, but my arms give out and I dropped it back to the ground.

“Let him help you, Alice. The Ace of Spades may be an idiot but I’m sure he means well.” He somehow effortlessly picks it up, before shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I don’t need more people worried about me. The fact that you and Blanc always did, it’s already enough to make me cry myself to sleep.” I chuckle dryly as I turn away from him. My eyes move towards the reflection over the full-length mirror and meet his worried gaze there.

“Just wait a little longer, I can help you. I promised you that since you first came here.” He stares at my hand, then sighed softly. Please, please stop worrying about me.

“I’ll wait. But if I’m at the edge, don’t try to save me."My hands clenched against my skirt.

"You’re such an idiot.” Kyle leans down to put his head on my shoulder. At this distance, I could hear his quiet, uneven breathing. “I’ve already lost someone important and I don’t plan on letting that happen ever again — whether they be someone from the other side of the moon or someone from the Black Army — I don’t care. I’ll make sure that anyone under my care is safe and alive and well. Especially you.”

My body stays still, letting him spill all of his emotions and thoughts one by one. Taking note of what words made his voice crack and of what hurt him most. I realize how greedy I’ve been and that gave me more reasons to stay away. I’m hurting Kyle and it’s hurting me just as much. I’m not someone important, yet he’s putting his heart and soul and tears for a cure. “You owe me a bottle for making me sad.” He laughs dryly and a smile grows on my lips.

“That, I can promise. Drinks are on me.” He finally lifts his head off my shoulder and I turn back to him with the brightest smile I could give, in high hopes of reassuring his worries.

“Great, next week?” A soft smile paints on his face as he blinks away the tears that had formed on his eyes.

“Pick me up after before sunset at the confectionery.”

[lachryphage]

Hey lovely!!! I just wanted to reach out and say thank you -- firstly for that FUGGIN DELISHUS All Might cheesecake you gave us (you're so good! It's so good!!!! aaaaa) and secondly, you've almost made me weep with your tags like three times??? You are so sweet and I appreciate all of it so much, it means the world to me that you're finding stories you resonate with and that give you hope and joy (and boners haha). I wish you the best and thank you!! so much!!! mwah mwah mwah

(I hope it’s ok that I’m replying to this publicly, “answer privately” has never been an option for me, also I hope it’s k that I’m replying in general???)

uhhhhhhhhh heck! I’m so glad you like my Mighty pair, honestly I am FLOORED by how many people seem to like it??? ahaha I will admit it’s the first thing I’ve done digitally that I’m solidly ok with ^-^

I’m v glad that my tags have… had a positive(?) impact on you. I mean I just! It’s so hard for me to contain my love for the things you write! And tbh I regret not commenting on most of your stuff when I was first reading it all (I just couldn’t pause long enough and then so many chapters just left me absolutely WRECKED so I was not functional enough to comment aha) and so I just really really want you to know that your writing is so good… so excellent… it leaves me both speechless and just!!!!! yelling!!!!!!

honestly though lemme know if I’m ever too over the top with my reactions. it’s uh…. it’s honestly absolutely overwhelming that someone I admire so so much (you, you’re the one I admire) is not only now following me but also reblogged my art?? wow. amazing. so uh, thank you too! 

[toxoplasmajuice]

Episode 4: Replies

god i hope this is all of them i dont trust activity these days

@tosimornottosim​ replied to your photoset “Wallace-Hensley BCx2: Episode 4 - Ships Spotted Off The Lookout...”

ITS BACK AAAAA

I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS AFTER ALL!!!!

though idk when it’s gonna be back AGAIN... i think i’m focusing on postage checkers next?? but I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT THIS BC

@jackssims​ replied to your photoset “[Belle]: [singing along to the radio(?)] ♪ Ah-ah-ha-ha! Stuck on me,...”

I like this but at the same time I was kind of hoping for the Despacito feature to have a Laugh at

no

jackssims replied to your photoset “[Penelope]: Dad! [Peter]: Huh– oh, hi, Penelope! How goes the BC?...”

Old and nerdy academia professor would work tbh

i will do my best...

@simsandthensome​ replied to your photo “[Estelle]: (…I’ll get eggs tomorrow.)”

that skirt is cute!!! ♥️

i was gonna reply to this reply with a link to it but u already asked for it lmao

I AGREE THO

@peachbobs​ replied to your photo

what a pose..... sassy.....

@geezsims​ replied to your photo

moves!!!!

real Belle Appreciation Hours over here...

@cafesimming​ replied to your photoset

spotted!

u know who was not spotted? the baby.......

geezsims replied to your photoset “Wallace-Hensley BCx2: Episode 4 - Ships Spotted Off The Lookout...”

i was gonna comment that dumb shit and then noticed your tags got there first...

gjksdghjk if i can’t be trusted for dumb shit what CAN i be trusted for?? plot?? unheard of

geezsims replied to your photoset “Later… [Angelo]: …January? Why are we stopping here? [Honeydew]: Yeah,...”

dew wants that booze

geezsims reblogged your photoset and added:

dew wants that BOOZE

booze so nice han replied it twice

geezsims replied to your photoset “[Honeydew]: Maybe we’ll find something in the catacombs!...”

that facial expression in the first pic really sums zer up

that Adventurous trait

geezsims reblogged your photoset and added:

or maybe you’ll release some ancient evil… or maybe you’ll pee your pants… the possibilities are endless

all of the above

geezsims replied to your photo “[Addie]: Hey! Pumpkin! …January! …Dorange! …Jack, even though it’s not...”

same hat! same hat!

blake earned that hat by dying

geezsims replied to your photoset “[Blake]: [already walking down the stairs] Wonder if we can make more....”

what did i say? lol

geezsims reblogged your photoset and added:

i knew it…

the biggest tragedy of all this is that ze got too caught up with odd walls to actually make nectar

geezsims replied to your photoset “[Marisa]: [to the pumpkins] Hello! Hello!! You’re all ready, aren’t...”

i love this

jackssims replied to your photoset “[Marisa]: [to the pumpkins] Hello! Hello!! You’re all ready, aren’t...”

Iconic

belle thanks you two, her loving fans, for supporting her all the way up to this point <3 <3 <3

geezsims replied to your photoset “[Honeydew]: (Huh. Something seems off here.)”

:O

:O?

geezsims reblogged your photoset and added:

OH HONEY WHAT IS YOU DOIN’

simsandthensome replied to your photoset “[Honeydew]: … … [Honeydew]: Mmmmmmghhhhhh… [heavy exhale] [Blake]: ♪...”

@geezsims​ I think you mean what is you DEWIN' ;D

geezsims replied to your photoset “[Honeydew]: … … [Honeydew]: Mmmmmmghhhhhh… [heavy exhale] [Blake]: ♪...”

@simsandthensome DAMN IT I COULD HAVE REALLY PULLED IT OUTTA THE BAG THERE

i love this exchange

tosimornottosim replied to your photoset “[Saturday]: …Hm. Somebody could probably look at all this pottery and...”

Well according to my archaeology degree this civilization was making Greek amphorae and had access to submarine propellers. Seems pretty standard to me

tosimornottosim replied to your photoset “[Saturday]: …Hm. Somebody could probably look at all this pottery and...”

Trust me I've taken at least one archaeology class

thank u for ur Expert Opinion

tosimornottosim reblogged your photoset and added:

Amid: 😎

thank u amid drama for saving us from fucking. despacito memes going there instead

cafesimming replied to your photoset “¦”

squesh squesh

squesh squesh

jackssims replied to your photo “[Blake]: …Oh, there’s the door? Eh. Whatever.”

Mood

me as a ghost

jackssims replied to your photoset “¦ [Beatrice]: Yeah, I still haven’t gotten reliable service…...”

Just post-apocalyptic things: automated texts from when things were normal still going out to people

geezsims replied to your photoset “¦ [Beatrice]: Yeah, I still haven’t gotten reliable service…...”

ooooo something about that concept is very spooky i love it

i feel like depending on who u are and what the texts are from it’s either depressing, kinda funny, or both (i feel like in heraklea’s case it’s both), and generally A Weird Feeling

geezsims reblogged your photoset and added:

my sims in clover’s game always end up investigating shit and for better or for worse i am Here For It

danny investigated shirt theft and Highway Simulator 4 glitches

geezsims replied to your photoset “[Honeydew]: (Ooh, a journal.) 12/3/– Dear Diary, Today was average. I...”

god i wish there were more formatting options but Specifically underlining!!!!

remember the letter writing ask meme?? i was SO MAD back then about the fact that underlining only works on blogs and not on dashboard view or mobile because when you’re handwriting letters YOU USUALLY UNDERLINE RATHER THAN MAKE IT CLEAR THAT YOUR LETTERS ARE ITALICIZED ON PURPOSE so i underlined stuff but i knew that mobile ppl couldn’t see it and i cried inside

geezsims reblogged your photo and added:

🤔🤔🤔

hmmmmmmmmm.........

geezsims replied to your photo “[Blake]: ♪ …take one down, throw it on the ground, eighty-two bottles...”

blake is wonderful

I HAVE A LOT OF FUN WRITING THEM @ hope: thank u

(hope as in turtlepixels, not hope as a concept)

geezsims replied to your photoset “¦ [Blake]: [deep and extra-echoey] Boo. [Jez]: [GASPS]”

if this was an mmbc ze'd be So suspicious

WHO KILLED BLAKE OLWEN?

[peachyysugaa]

hello nana! how was your week ☺️? i think it's so cool how you're gonna read so many books in spanish ahh it seems like such a fun way to learn the language too!! i wonder how all the spells and hp lingo are translated between languages tho 🤔 anyways! i did get end up getting my bias beomgyu AAAAA HE'S SO PRETTY I LITERALLY LET OUT A SCREAM WHEN I SAW HIS PHOTOCARD I WAS SO EXCITED!!! i luv him so much 🥺 and now he resides in his special seat aka my in phonecase hehe 😌💓 (1/4) — 🌷

and of course i'd be glad to comment about blood castle's latest chapter! i'm so happy we got to see more of mc's friendship with jake, i love how he keeps on tagging along with them and snatching them as his partner 🥺💗 ALSO HIS SUDDEN NEW NICKNAME FOR MC GOT ME LIKE 😳😳💘 WOAH THERE SIM JAEYUN!! gonna be honest, my first thought about how jake could see the thestral was because of his ~vampire shennanigans~ and thought JAKE YOU AIN'T SLICK until he told mc the real reason and i (2/4)

was like oh.... oh........ oh no.......... oh gosh my bad 😭and omg before i forget to mention this, i love how attentive jake is to mc's emotions/feelings like the way he playfully messed up mc's hair so they wouldn't feel so worried about him 🥺 i'm excited for more of jay soon as well! i love rivalry, it's such a good trope and it's exactly what mc and jay has when it comes to quidditch hehe 😌 (3/4)

it's so cute how the bp eonnies are so dramatic over how clumsy mc is, certainly top tier friendship if i do say so myself! :,) enha babies are so adorable too, even tho they only had just a brief scene 🥺💓 oh gosh my messages are getting longer and Longer, i apologise for flooding your inbox with a whole essay whoopsie 😅 i shall save the rest for next time! i hope you're taking good care of yourself & that you have a great weekend! 💗(4/4) — 🌷

helloo 🌷 anon!! 💕 my week's been good thank you for asking 🥺 hehe i'll lyk when i get started (first i need to renew my library card since the libraries have been closed all covid season 🏃🏻‍♀️💨 )

as he should !! gyu really got us all whipped for his long hair this cb 😮‍💨

jake you have all our hearts with the new nickname and how you treat mc 😩 SVAJBDAJSF i don't wanna spoil much this is so hard but for now i'll offer an apology for getting you in your feels 🙇🏻‍♀️ you'll see what i mean tho when it all gets unveiled 😌

the jay/yn dynamic is such a good wholesome rivalry and i'm excited that you're excited 👀 all friendships are wholesome in blood castle before something happens oop?!

thank you for your message 🥺🥺 i don't mind that it's getting longer i love reading them hehehe and appreciate them 🥰 until next time beloved 🌷 anon!! 💞