#Yeah i needed to talk about it somwhere

[dreamtydraw]

*Inhale* SO I REPLAYED SAGE'S ROUTE

Like we all do because tears are still rolling

And i came up with an hc of what the bad end could have been based on one dialogue option in particular and other preiously référenced event.

I'm talking about this option wich is the last one offered where you are in a group setting, right before heading to kill LoS.

(before reading further reminder this is just an hc and english is not my first language )

Ok so why did i focused on this dialogue option ? Well because we know the game is full of foreshadowing and i like over analizing stuff wich made me compare the two options in details. See, if you choose the drink option, not only you have almost everyone interact, but it's on a note of a brighter futur. ( i only screend first dialogues but anisa, tusli, felix and elowen talk )

this contrast with the nap option who only have Elowen talking outside of sage ( worth mentioning elowen is the only one going with you two in the castle )

The tone diferences is visible, in one hand you have a happy and cheerful group discussion, in the other hand you have what in first reading is just a joke but may sound like a real possible worry ( mainly if you associate long nap as death )

"so what is your theorie then ?" you may ask, well hear me out on that one !

We know the bad end are foreshadowed in the bad end poster of the intro + the description read in sage route when we go back to the fan expo.

Mike / LoS / ugly wizzard, clearly created the storie to end with the main 3 being antagonist. In his head he wants them to be vilains in his upcoming game so his goal is to make them range in his rank.

We can then theorise that he wants sage as a beast, sort of like a monster for a boss level ( since in the hand od Mike, this is a video game where he is the most powerful vilain )

So how would he obtain it ?

Sage wants to kill him and if he was in beast form why would he obey him ? Well what does Sage spend all his route doing from his very first introduction ? What is one of his main goal trought the storie ( outside of letting go, and accepting help )

Protecting mc. Sage always did his best to protect mc even when they didn't knew each other in the tavern. Sage spend his time trying to protect mc from danger, from himself or from whatever could harm them.

This is why i theorise that Sage will still protect mc no matter what, wich include even in his bad end.

My theorie is that in the bad end, both MC and Sage overdue during the fight ( because of the lack of support from the other if you kept choosing options about violence, guilt, individuality and only counting on each other ) this lead to Sage using his beast form, being stuck in it incapable of going back, and mc entering a sort of coma. Why a coma would you ask ?

Well the nap option could be a foreshadowing of mc being here physicaly but absent ( sleeping, so in a sort of coma ) trapped in their mind like the other where after the fog first appeared. "what about the astroblade ?" well it was told that relics may overwhork their owner, we know they can even break ( like sage's zenith ) so it"s a possibility that the Astroblade would be too draining ( helping on Mc falling asleep or making them feel tired, hinted by ugly wizzard man in the breakfast scene in chap 11 ) and to "save mc" put them in a state of sleep rather than death.

This would give a reason for why sage could end up not killing LoS. In exchange of waking them up ( probably a lie or would take forever ) Sage would need to work for him. This is an offer that he can't refuse, Sage would stay with mc no matter what

( dialogue given by elowen last moment we see her before the big fight )

If you want more of my "why i think it would go that way" trow back to that one star scene where Rime offer both mc and Sage a deal wich is basicaly "turn into a beast and i'll teach them how to handle you". This would work well in paralel to the deal LoS could offer to sage "Turn into a best for them and i'll handle you for their sake".

Anyway if you read that far i would love to have your opinions on my hc because i can"t be alone with that thought, i need to talk about it with other.

Have a nice day _(┐「ε:)_

[lunas-side-anime-blog]

Modern College Student/Gf Mikasa Ackerman Headcanons

Armin Version: Here Eren Version: Here

scary goth girl that everyone is too scared to talk to but secretly crushes on

psychology major bc I think she had a tough childhood and wants to better understand trauma / help others

somwhere in the middle between Armin and Erin when it comes to academics

like I don't think she is as intense about grades as Armin is, but I also don't think she's as laidback about school as Eren

moderately studies throughout the week, but it's just basic note taking and chapter reading, i don't think she's afraid to miss a few classes though if she feels like it

only really crams and does all-nighters right before an exam if she thinks she needs it

i think she wears men cologne and deodorant and it fits her soo well, idk how to describe it but she smells powerful but comforting at the same time?

maybe like woodsy with strong notes of vanilla and cashmere

loves a black cold brew: no creamer, foam or sugar like she's so intense that way

i think she's that one cool girl who always walks into class like a few minutes late with a hot resting bitch face, AirPods in and a cold brew in hand

tall girl and I think her height is prob her fave feature about herself, like I can see her wearing more heeled boots or platforms to exaggerate it

wears lots of black and hardly any makeup besides some light eyeliner most days

doesn't talk alot unless she fr knows you, i think most people would just hear her say "here" for attendenace and that's it

doesn't go to parties unless she has to

I think think she'll only go to watch eren and armin. she knows eren loves to go overboard and armin will most likely get distracted so she takes it upon herself to be the sober one watching everyone's drinks

def a girls girl like if she sees another female in an uncomfortable situation shes jumping in, no questions asked

i can see her working out with eren so in my mind shes ripped too and yeah...most guys don't fuck with her

has a cute lil skincare routine, only has like a three step process tho since I think she has naturally good skin

she secretly loves facemasks tho and doing her nails with armin as rewards for studying lol

I think out of the main three mikasa would have the most instagram followers, which is so funny bc she doesn't know why she's so popular?

I just think her aesthetic and vibe is very cool, if her account is set to public she would quickly get a lil following

lots of secret admires with this one, men and woman alike

I can see her being BI or Pan too so like that's very conveient

other than armin and eren, I think Mikasa would be besties with Yimir and Sasha

i can see them going to concerts together, shopping, late night drives, getting food (at sasha's demand lol) like i think they'd be a chill lil trio

views eren and armin as brother figures btw, gets grossed out when people ask if shes dating them

obviously a very protective friend

the type of freind whose like "what's their name" when you tell her you're seeing someone new and within an hour Mikasa will have an entire report on where they went to school, all their exes, hobbies, pets, address, ect.

I can see her getting a masters tbh, I def think armin would talk her into it so I think they would be grad school buddies while eren finishes his BA (he'll lag behind them a year or two since he changed his major so much anyway)

Loves cats and I think she'd have one or two if armin and eren are cool with it

I think she would have a few tatooes and piercings, but very subtle ones she can hide since I think as a psychologist she'd want to be taken seriously

music taste is kinda stuck in middle school tbh, still loves my chemical romance with a passion

I don't think she'd smoke weed or drink

^^ not that she has anything against it but i think she just hates the feeling of not being in complete control of herself so she stays away from things like that

never gets sick? it's actually medically fascinating

Overall she's that one quiet girl in class who looks scary but is a sweethear and everyon'es dying to be friends with

As your GF

omg I think she'd be the best significant other tbh

I think you would meet her in a meet-cute way since it's always the people who you least expect to be cheesy

I think maybe like you accidentally tripped and made her spill her coffee in class. you look up an see this tall, ripped, emo looking chick and you rush to apologise and give her your drink in hopes she doesn't flip

shes like "...ok." and takes it. but then the next class she randomly sits next to you and passes you a drink and is like ... "i hope i got your order right?"

the dork memorized your drink akjglalg

after that she kinda keeps sitting next to you and attempts small talk, so you realize she's actually v sweet and exchange socials

which is great bc I think mikasa is way better at flirting over text than in person and you'd quickly understand that she likes you

First date would probably be a show, i think she'd take you to a local band she likes and would get a quick bite after it

I think for second date she'd like you to choose what you guys do and then third she chooses, you guys switch bc she's all about that equal effort

once you agree to be her s/o she'd gonna be so annoying on social media like she's def gonna loose some followers as she only posts you now

type of partner to notice the smallest changes in you right away

you give her a peck and shes like "why aren't you wearing your usual lip balm? do you not like strawberries anymore?"

in bed she's a dom, is that even a queston?

I think she's actually a brat tamer, in my head rn she gets a lil smirk when you act up and i think she just mentally notes what to punish you for later

mikasa views sex toys as allies not enemies, and yeah i think she has an impressive collection so buckle tf up

okay so she's kinda yandere (tbh i think most ppl from the aot universe are but esp mikasa) I think shes very protective and a touch paranoid?

like i think her past is kinda messed up and I can see her mind running wild with ideas if not reassured

so you can just oversleep for a bit and you'll wake up to mikasa practically breaking into your apartment to make sure you're okay bc you suddenly went silent on her

some trust issues too, would def be really upset if you didn't give her the passcode to your phone

doesn't like your friends or anyone else you talk to tbh, she just doesn't think anyone else has your back like she does and will always remind you

i also know her manipulation skill is cray being a psych major, I don't think she's as good as Armin but ik she can weaponize some therapy speak and make you feel a lil stupid (only does it for your own good she says)

doesn't get jealous but does get even

I can see the little shit putting thumbtacks in pockets or laxitives in drinks if someone dares flirt with you, she can be so evil sometimes i just know it

she isn't even scared of the aftermath bc she knows eren and armin have her back so she wants the smoke tbh

the type of partner to death stare someone from behind your back but when you turn around she's suddenly all :)

would love matching tattoos with you if you're down

think she'll be the quickest to bring up marriage too, porbably only a few months of dating and she's like "so when we get married-" and you're like "!?"

big spoon gf, you can be bigger than her and she don't gaf she's still holding you not the other way around

Overall a really sweet girlfriend who just wants to protect you and keep you all to herself

Can be a lil crazy at times, but she means well I swear !!!

Nicknames for you: love, my other half, wifey/hubbie

Songs that fit the vibe: The Perfect Girl by Mareux, Breezeblocks by Alt-J, Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino

"You're such a strange girl, the way you look like you do."

"She's morphine, queen of my vaccine, my love, my love, love..."

"Girl you really got a hold on me, so this isn't just puppy love"

(She's so hot omg I love her, i developed a lil crush writing this! Anyway srry the moodboard didn't include couple stuff, girlfriend aesthetics are way harder to find than bf aesthetics and the ones I did find looked nothing like her :( tell me if you guys like this series, totally open to doing more characters! not even just from aot, i also kinda wanna do demon slayer or hxh, also love jjk and chainsaw man but I didn't read those mangas yet so I may not be the best at it!!)

[moralesluvr]

hey gabrielle! i was just wondering if you could kindly write a fluff alphabet for miles morales (e-1610)? thank you so much!!

fluff alphabet ft. boyf!miles morales

♡ pairings & aus: miles morales x black!fem!reader ♡ summary: fluff alphabet!! ♡ warnings: none! just fluff ♡ a/n: thanks for your request!! ♡ got a request? | masterlist ♡

A - ACTIVITES (what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time with them?)

♡ miles loves spending time do the simplistic things, as long as you're there and he can bask in your presence. he enjoys the subtle intimate moments like going grocery shopping together or ordering food and eating it in either of your rooms at night.

♡ if you have errands to run, he loves to tag along! he'll sit with at the table when you're getting your nails done, or he'll follow behind you whenever you have to go grab something from the store. he especially loves when you both get home from being out all day so that you can cuddle at night

B - BYE BYE (what do they do when they have to say bye to their s/o? how are they feeling?)

♡ as much as he wishes he could stay with you forever, sometimes patrol calls in the most annoying times-- which calls for very quick goodbyes. he always has to have his lips on you somwhere, whether it's your forehead or lips or cheeks (sometimes even your fingers or hands if he doesn't have time) he has to kiss you goodbye and tell you that he loves you. he definitely gets sad when he has to go :(

C - CUDDLES (do they like to cuddle? what's it like to cuddle with them?)

♡ miles morales loves to cuddle man, it's crazy. he's coming home from a mission most times and you're already waiting with your arms stretched out wide. he always likes for you to be the little spoon, but sometimes, if he's in a mood, he'll lay on your chest with hand underneath your shirt, resting on your tummy or your cleavage while he tells you about his day :(( cute bby

D - DATES (what is it like to go on a date with them?)

♡ miles isn't really one for the big fancy dates that require him to wear anything but jordan's. he's the more laid back type-- he thinks it's much more romantic to take you to a rooftop picnic date at night rather then some steakhouse. it's just more intimate !!

E - EQUAL (how much effort do they put into the relationship?)

♡ he def puts his all into your relationship, but it takes time for him to get there. he didn't want to bombard you with these protective feelings he had at first glance, but once you guys were in an established relationship, he definitely upped his game.

F - FIGHT (what is it like when they get into fights with their s/o?)

♡ miles literally hates fighting with you. it’s usually about him sneaking around or being unsafe when he’s on patrol, but other times, it’s about more serious topics. he never raises his voice but he has a bad habit of just ghosting you to get some time to think to himself. however, he’s always in the same spot, and you go there to see him and finally talk to him. he always tells you, “i’m sorry, hermosa. i just needed time to think.”

G - GRATITUDE

♡ he’s so grateful for you. and he definitely shows it to you. he’s always telling you how much he loves you, how grateful he is to have you in his life. he’s constantly showing you off to his friends/family like “look, isn’t she so perfect? yeah, i love her.”

H - HOLD

♡ he’s always holding you somehow. whether it’s your hand, or he’s cuddling you in his arms— he has to be touching you. sometimes he opts for holding your arm when you go places that you’re more comfortable in than he is.

I - IMPRESSION (first impressions?)

♡ your first impression of him was that he was endearing, but in an awkward sort of a way. you had your own set of nerdy interests that you were more than comfortable talking about to him, and he was always piggybacking off of your statements and discussing them with you.

♡ his first impression of you was that you were way too good for him. you were gorgeous and well spoken, as well as just overall a sweet person. you guys had your own banter though, and he loved how comfortable he could be around you.

J - JEALOUSY

♡ ngl this boy can get jealous sometimes. at first he really tries not to, but after witnessing you get hit on one too many times, he’s definitely not going for that again. anyone who even thinks about trying to get with you will be shut down immediately and he has no shame.

K - KISSING

♡ miles is a damn good kisser— believe me when i say that. it took a second for him to learn because he’s never kissed anyone, but he’s a fast learner 100%. his hand placements are always on your waist or cheeks, but sometimes his hand trickles up your shirt when you’re kissing.

L - LOVE CONFESSION

♡ it took him quite a while to say ‘i love you’ mainly because he didn’t want to scare you. he took you on a rooftop for a picnic date and while you were watching the stars, he whispered that he loved you. you whipped your head around and stared at him in disbelief because at first you didn’t believe him. he was scared that you were gonna leave him, but when you whispered it back and kissed him, he knew he had made no mistake.

M - MARRIAGE

♡ when he was little he always dreamed of having a wife, but now that you’re in his life, he’s definitely solid in that choice. he’s always daydreaming of marrying you and starting a family somewhere nice. he waits until you bring up the topic first though, and when you do, he tells you that he knows that he loves you in every universe. and in those universes, you’re together forever.

♡ BONUS — M IS FOR MUSIC. he def listens to j. cole, denzel curry, bryson tiller, drake, etc etc. he lives for 90s r&b and soul, as well as really sensual spanish music.

N - NICKNAMES

♡ he definitely calls you babe, baby, and sweetheart. he’s a little sappy, but you always find it cute when he calls you nicknames. sometimes he’ll try to be annoying and call you stink or pookie, but you know it’s all jokes.

“i love you, baby.”

“are you okay, sweetheart?”

“you’re so cute, stinka(butt).”

O - OPEN

♡ it lowkey took him a sec for him to open up. and by a sec, i mean a literal second. after being in a relationship with you he just felt the need to pour everything out because he values honesty. he tells you about his problems and you tell him yours.

P - PUPPY LOVE (what are they like during the early stages of the relationship?)

♡ it’s like he’s avoiding stepping on eggshells. he tries his hardest not to make you uncomfortable or say something wrong because he’d literally go insane if you left because of something he did. but he’s very loving and he always makes sure that you’re okay.

Q - QUIET

♡ if he wants to, he can be extremely quiet. he usually is if he’s upset or frustrated because he knows that opening his mouth could result in something he regrets. he’s also super quiet if you’re talking because he’s always listening to you sk intensively.

R - RELAX

♡ he loves to relax with you by baking or listening to music together. you could be in bed after he’s had a long mission, and he’s got you in his arms while humming the lyrics and just enjoying your presence. he’ll make treats with you if you’re baking and somehow flour always ends up on both of your faces. (he also def wears a spiderman apron)

S - SPIDERMAN

♡ he did NOT tell you he was spider-man, but he confirmed it. you had suspected it was him because you always caught him disappearing every once and a while, plus, he wasn’t very good at hiding it. i mean, he is a clumsy teenage boy— but when you asked him about it, he couldn’t even lie to you. he just straight up told you yes, and then you laughed together.

T - TALK (do they talk a lot? does their s/o talk more?)

♡ he talks a lot sometimes, if he’s talking about something that he really likes or take interest in. but majority of the time, he wants to hear you talk instead. he’s def a big listener when it comes to you!!

U - UPSET (how do they treat their s/o when they’re upset?)

♡ he consoles you and gives u a ton of kisses. if it’s something he caused, he’ll just hold you without saying anything because sometimes the guilt is too much. but if it’s something that was out of his control, he’ll ask you if you want to talk about it, and then he’ll kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s gonna be okay, and that he’s got you.

V - VALENTINE (what do they get their s/o on holidays?)

♡ for christmas and your birthday, he always opts for whatever you want. he’s willing to break his back to get you things that you like, it’s just ‘cause he loves you.

♡ for your anniversary or valentine’s day, that’s when he gets more sentimental stuff like framed pictures of you or expensive jewelry. he loves watching you open the gifts and have a big smile on your face knowing that he caused it :(

W - WILD CARD

♡ miles secretly loves when you play with his hair. he probably won’t admit it to you until you touch it while he’s in your lap, and then he’s praying and hoping that you don’t stop. when you see his eyes fluttering closed and his mouth slightly agape, you know to keep going.

X - XOXO (what’s their love language)

♡ physical touch + words of affirmation 100%. bonus points if you like the same music as him because i bet he won’t shut up about his favs, discussing discographies with you or sharing earbuds while you’re together. he loves to cuddle with you, he gets a spark with just a simple touch. and he loves to hear you tell him that he’s doing things right or that he looks good, idk, it just makes him feel like he’s a good bf to u :((

Y - YEARNING (what do they do when they’re missing their s/o?)

♡ he def looks at pics of you or you guys together if he can’t be with you. if he misses you and it’s bad, sometimes he’ll literally tear up because he loves you and he just wants to see you. if you’re available, he’s definitely facetiming you and telling you repeatedly how much he misses you. like he says it 24/7. he’s very irritating.

“baby, i miss y-“

“miles oh my gosh.”

Z - ZILCH (what is a definite no in the relationship?)

♡ he cannot and will not ever do anything with asking you first. from the most mundane to the highest of extremes— if he hasn’t asked he ain’t doin it. he’s a big consent king and no matter what it is, if you’re not giving a definite answer or he hasn’t asked you first, it’s just not happening. at all.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 ☻

thank u for reading!!

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[shotmrmiller]

First of all love love love biblically accurate Ghost, second - justice for reader. Is it possible?

I can only imagine how hard she'd be trying to do her best and improve, but trying one's best was never enough for Ghost and she's not an exception.

But what if like one time, a mission goes wrong and the reader is presumed dead since she couldn't have got out of such a dangerous situation alone and alive, right?

Yes, it's unfortunate, but not hearbreaking to Ghost. He knew she was too weak to survive from the start and he's been basically waiting until she inevitably perishes somwhere on the field. Not that he wanted it, he just expected it from the start.

But, surprise surprise, the reader turns up alive. Sure, mangled, scarred, maybe even shot, certainly not unscathed, may she be on the brink of death - but still alive.

And Ghost's brain just kind of. Malfunctions for a second, because how the fuck could that incapable little thing survive on her own without anyone behind her ass?

He certainly wouldn't start liking her, but he'd reluctantly admit - even if not out loud - that maybe she's not as useless as he initially thought.

The look in his eyes Ghost has for a split second when he sees the reader brings a small, almost insignificant feeling of satisfaction to reader, but she's not done. She's just more determined to prove him wrong about her, because if there's one thing more powerful than the need for approval, it's SPITE.

(love your work by the way, having a Simon brainrot if it wasn't obvious already lol 🩵)

so yeah, the next step from utter intolerance outside of a mission (because he definitely talks to you during them, he'd never let personal issues interfere then) would be a reluctant acceptance. not of you, but of your presence.

you haven't broken, even though you looked it as you stumbled in through the safe house they're in.

nothing from his attitude toward you will change until you stop losing in spars. They don't approach you with a killing intent, but the bad guys will.

Get better or get out.

Slowly, the fighting becomes less aggressive tossing and flinging around but more... violent. it's what it seems to you, anyway.

more tactical.

if only you'd look past your hurt feelings to realize that he's teaching you.

teaching you how he fights.

teaching you how to eventually beat him.

learn.

and no, there's no funny ass illogical me throw him over my shoulder cuz i caught him off guard. that man is 6'3-4 and no way he's anything less than 280 lbs.

I squat 175 and feel like my spines getting crushed and that's with evenly distributed weight. Simon's own arm probably feels too heavy. + there's no off guard with a man who lives on his toes and sleeps with one eye open even at base.

[ganondoodle]

wait i just realized... the mastersword isnt even important enough to warrant zelda doing to such extreme lengths to repair it bc its NOT EVEN REQUIRED FOR DEFEATING GANONDORF

idk about you but the mastersword being not just this weak after all this but also not even required is like ... hurting the whole plot SO bad for all that zelda knew she was basically killing herself by doing the dragon thing ONLY for the mastersword, which isnt even needed to reach the end why do the dragon thing at all??? she could have put it in some other divine place for it to recover (she knew where the springs are, she knew where the krog forest is, heck she even knew where the forgotten temple is BC THEY WERE ALL THERE* and im not going to belive any of them came into existence afterwards), in botw it took 'only' a 100 years to regenerate the damage it took in botws past which, while not as extreme as in totk, was pretty bad! yeah it gets outright broken in totk but like ... really? far over 10 000 years to recover it? through ZELDA? one of the most divine being IN THE FORM of one of the most divine beings aside from the very gods themselves?? whats the use of it being able to regernate if it takes THAT long?? feels easier to forge a new one for that matter?? and the excuse that "it needed to be able to resist miasma" is like .. why tho? yeah ok fine i could do the entire bossfight with JUST the mastersword, but again, its not required! i can do it with anything else!! and its doesnt cleanse miasma either, like the sword did in tp when you could do away the twilight stuff when it got the super glow stuff so its really like ... she did that JUST for the sword? really? the fact that her becoming a dragon is the way to get her back into her time isnt something she could have known and it working out like that makes it feel like a massive fail of the writers bc it makes it feel less like an actual decision she made for good reason and more bc its a decision the writers made bc the writers already knew where it would end, the writers knew shed be turned back in the end no problem so they had her do the dragon thing despite it being pretty senseless from her perspective

(wouldnt it have felt more in character and logical to put the mastersword somwhere safe where it can recover over all those centuries and search for a way to return to her time herself? like in these two games ZELDA feels like the more important thing that the sword, -zeldas prone to sacrifice herself for other- WHY! its better for everyone if you are alive rather than dead! you got to this time by yourself and also somehow not jsut shifted the time but also PLACE bc you sure as hell didnt appear in a cavern in the middle of the land, you have wielded incredible magic before and are a researcher, surely theres some way for you to at least TRY to return on your own?? how cool would it have been to find little markers and spots where clearly she has left you some sort of message, maybe like a way for you to do something that helps her in the past, USE THE WEIRD ASS TIME BUBBLES FROM THE TUTORIAL AGAIN!! send back something she needs to return! go and talk with impa and purah to determine what shes trying to tell you, help her along the way and in the end she makes her triumphant return, having grown and learned with what she did instead of regressing her chaarcter to the big eyed maiden that you get as a reward at the end through unsatisfying bs reasons and hurray she doesnt even remember, perfect little fairytale of no consequences wahoo- im salty about this let me be salty-)

you can absolutely combine a free to explore open world with good story without restricting it by much, like locking the bossfight behind aquiring the mastersword doesnt feel like that big of a change and its not making it a whole lot more linear, most people do it anyway right?

(also a thing im doing in my rewrite of it is locking certain things for some parts, it just makes sense if you are trying to tell a story, but its pretty clear now they werent trying to do that, just throw you into a box of virtual toys, and i think thats just sad)

*yeah actually whats up with the sonau/rauru putting their little nuclear super weapon storage room inTO THE ANCIENT RELICT OF THE FORGOTTEN PAST TEMPLE BEHIND THE BIGGEST STATUE OF HYLIA IN EXISTENCE?? you cant tell me all those ancient ruins (springs, forgotten temple) were made AFTER all of the shitshow that went down in totks past; putting it behind that statue? building it into there feels incredibly disrespectful, maybe it makes more sense if you just see it as the devs wanting to put somethign new there, but if you consider it in universe its just ??? also HOW is any of it in such a good shape??, it looks like they buried sonia there a year ago, the structures look like they just came out of a 3d printer despite supposedly being older than their recorded history??

on that note ... how does the room with the order and location of zeldas tears make sense .. are you telling me someone of the past ran around after dragon zelda recording where her fucking tears went down and what markings it made on the ground and then built a room next to the nuclear weapon storage room with the laughably unceremonial grave of the fucking queen just to put all that into statue form? also none of the geographical things changed in ALL that time?? the castle is drawn on there too so i guess that was super fresh then since it "was built above ganondorf as a symbol of royal blahbla" at least in botw you had the photos on your SHIEKAH stone to recover them once you found the place they were taken in, it felt so organically integrated ..

[mayearies]

… ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

❛ I THINK ❜

miles morales

˚ʚ property of ©hiimayee ɞ˚

genre: fluff | warnings: a snowbunny (for you gwen dislikers), shade towards gwen (from rio and jeff and mayyyybe from miles a lil), maybe a little ghostflower idk?, spanish authors input: made it a series lmao translations: sabes que todavía estás conectado a tierra, ¿verdad? / you do know you’re still grounded, right? . sí mami, lo sé / yes mami, i know . te vi tratando de poner tu mano contra la de ella, no te hagas el tonto / i saw you trying to glaze your hand against hers, don't play dumb

summary: hard choice. or is it? ♬ song: I THINK by tyler, the creator

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ <- prev | next

after the whole interrogation with the guidence counceler and his parents, the arguement with his parents at the party that celebrated his father’s promotion to captain, e1610 miles dragged himself to his room with an annoyed set of mind. he had too much going on for everything to be considered alright.

he threw off his puffer jacket and sighed as he sat on his bed, his sketchbook flipping open as it flew off the bed to a drawing of, well—gwen.

he had something to confess, he couldn’t choose. he tried to but he couldn’t. ever since that day he met you, he couldn’t get you off of his mind. even if he hadn’t seen you in a minute. but then again, he missed gwen. and how she was basically the first friend he’s made since his life changed forever. in a way, she was there every step of the way.

but you, you did enough for him by just being in his line of vision. just sitting next to him in math or physics, making small talk. your voice he was lovesick for. but he felt like he couldn’t share sensitive things with you yet. like how he was spiderman, how he’s seen multiple dimensions, etc. he wanted to wait.

he furrowed his brows, sighing again as he put on his headphones and leaned back into his pillow. but it just kept coming back. an image of you and her in the same frame. he wishes one of you were here with you right now.

“miles! got a minute?”

the celebration on the roof of the morales’ apartment building could be heard from below. but if you were close enough, you could hear two teens just talking about life. which would be inturrupted by two parents. it didn’t entirely peak your interest, you were just hungry and wanted something from the bodega.

“shoot! shoot, i have to go.” “really?”

gwen gave miles a look that basically said ‘you know why, just dont make it obvious’ before turning her attention back to his parents. “yeah, i just- forgot to get my steps in! y’know, cardio woo!” “it was nice catching up, gwe- i mean gwanda.” “yeah, it was… nice to see you again.”

as she left, he held a look of sorrow. he didn’t entirely want her to leave, but he knew his parents somewhat did. the first impressions of her were not the best. y’know, the whole first name thing. he sighed over the railing with his face in his hands.

his ma stayed behind him whille his dad went somwhere else. she felt bad for pretty much embarassing him infront of her. she could tell he liked her. “i hope i didn’t ice your game, man.”

“nobody my age says that, mom.” “well, she seems like a nice girl.” “hm.” “y’know, you’re a really transparent boy.” “what does that even mean, ma?”

straightening his posture, his mom was able to fix him up a little. bruhsing dust off his jacket, straightening his shirt, fixing his hair. things a mother should do.

“it means you’re not good with hiding your feelings, miles. i can tell you gravitate heavily towards her. you wanna see her again. and i’m not saying i don’t approve of it, it’s just… seeing my little boy who was shorter than me a little over a year ago is growing up and finding his new self. something about that pains me. but i need to gt over it, as every mother has to do at some point. but promise me something.”

“mhm?” “take care of that little boy for me. wherever you go, wherever he goes, take care of him. and bring him back home safely to me. it’s all i ask of you to do. if you fail we will turn that four months into a year or two. sabes que todavía estás conectado a tierra, ¿verdad?”

miles laughed as he playfully rolled his eyes, “yes ma, i know.”

“in spanish. don’t think i forgot about that B.” “sí mami, lo sé.”

she stared at him with proud eyes, but just as he was about to leave, hs dad came back. “miles, ahem. this young lady says she’s here to see you.”

he guestured towards you, who was standing in the crowd awkwardly. you weren’t that big of a fan of big gatherings, but at least the food was good. hispanic food always tasted good when cooked right.

you gave miles a small wave as he came down and his parents followed. he looked excited to see you. “hey! what’re you doing here?”

“oh! ganke told me about your father’s promotion. i just wanted to stop by and say ‘hello’.”

rio butted in on the small conversation you and miles were having, distruping him from looking into your eyes. he liked doing that. “oh, you’re one of ganke’s friends?”

“well, more or less, ms. morales.”

she looked at you with an impressed face then eyed her husband who also had the same face. miles stood beside you and smiled awkwardly but deep down he was screaming inside.

even if not calling them by legal name was the bare minimum when meeting someone’s parents. “well, when were you gonna introduce us to her? you didn’t mention her earlier!” jeff crossed his arms. “have you enjoyed your time here so far?”

“well-” “oh, i liked the food. thank you, mr. morales. i’m not keen of public places.”

miles once overheard his mom say something along the lines of being respectful to one’s guardians makes them more attractive, and it’s how she found her now husband. like mom like son, huh?

you all taked some more, engaging in the questions that his parents asked you. he tried to block out the really embarassing ones. people were starting to depart and that also means you had to go. but miles wanted to spend more time with you.

“wait, uh- we can catch up in my room before you leave. just- wait for me down there.”

as you left, miles let out a sigh of relief. well, that relief would soon be over once his parents started talking again. “well! i think i like her more than gwanda actually.”

“daad!” “oh please, te vi tratando de poner tu mano contra la de ella, no te hagas el tonto, miles. “moom!”

well, they were right. he did fall for you harder than he did gwen. was that just second nature or? cause he felt something deep down when you showed proper respect to his parents. touching his face, he could feel it was pretty warm. he didn’t feel this way around gwen.

after the night was over, he felt content with his day. he got to see his two favorite people, technically at once. one went well and one went… somewhat well.

that night, he sat in his bed listening to his playlist and found himself starting a new sketchbook since he had filled his other one. now, that one had started with a drawing of gwen. but this one, it started with you.

˚ʚ I THINK i’m fallin’ in love-

“this time i think it’s for real.”

©hiimayee

[guess-my-next-obsession]

could you do a drabble for lucky & javier? i miss themmm😭😭

The Surprise

pairing: doctor au!javier peña x resident!reader (Lucky)

rating: E (18+ only, a glimpse at romantic dr. peña, also dirty feral javi comes out to play in this one, dom!javi, voyeurism?? maybe mm??, oral (f rec), unprotected piv, dirty talk, pet names)

wc: 3k

a/n: this takes place somwhere between chapters 13 & 15 :)

series masterlist | javi masterlist

“God, I need some sleep,” you groaned, rolling your neck as you sat in the CT room, watching your patient fall asleep in the machine through the window.

“Yeah, you do,” Javi appeared in the doorway with a smile and a cup of coffee in hand. “Here’s a little pick me up.”

“Why thank you, Dr. Peña,” you purred, shooting him a tired smile as he walked behind you and lowered himself so that his chin was sitting on your shoulder, looking at the screen in front of you as you took a sip of your drink.

“Torn ACL?” he said, turning his face so that his lips were brushing against your neck as he spoke. You let your eyes bat closed at his proximity, taking in the scratch of his beard, the tickle of his breath fanning against your skin, the smile that grew on his face as your skin began to pimple. “When are you done?”

“After this scan,” you breathed, feeling your head tip back to rest against his shoulder.

“So another hour?” he said, pressing a kiss onto your neck.

“Probably,” you replied, your fluster making your voice more airy than usual.

“Good,” he said, poking his tongue out to just barely graze your skin before he was standing up, leaving you chasing his warmth as he pulled out the desk chair beside you and took a seat.

“You’re such a tease,” you scolded lightly, rolling your eyes and chuckling at the pride in his smile.

“Just making sure I can still rile you up,” he said, reaching for your coffee to take a sip of it before returning it.

“How has your day been? I haven’t seen you since I clocked in,” you said, chancing a glance over at him just to find him giving you that look. “Stop looking at me like that unless you plan on doing something about it.”

“Oh, I do,” he smirked before stretching his arms behind his head as he leaned back in his chair. “I’ve been in and out of surgery all day. Tried to find you at lunch, but you were in surgery.”

“Steve let me do the entire knee replacement by myself,” you smirked, reaching over to tap his knee. “Unlike someone I know.”

“Don’t take it personally,” he said, offering you a smile. “I don’t let third years do shit by themselves.”

“Which is just another reason why I won’t be coming back to your service, Dr. Peña,” you teased.

“Keep calling me doctor and see what happens later on when I’ve got you all alone,” he said, leaning over to crowd your space again.

“McCartney’ll save me,” you replied, grinning as he continued to lean closer and closer to your lips.

“Is that right?” he asked, his lips so close now that you could feel his breath, still minty even after the coffee, fanning over yours. You nodded, giving him a teasing smile. “You sure you even want to be saved from what I want to do to you?”

“Maybe,” you shrugged. “Maybe not. Depends on what you’ve got planned.”

“Well, telling you would ruin the surprise,” he said.

“Have I ever mentioned I’m not a fan of surprises?”

“Which is exactly why I’ve gone to extreme lengths to hide this from you,” he said, his lips brushing against yours with every word. “You’ll like it, I think.”

“There’s the ego I fell in love with,” you smirked, turning back to the screen in front of you. “This surprise better not end up being a trip to my back door again.”

Javi laughed and shook his head as he stood up and planted a kiss on your temple. “No, this surprise requires less convincing.”

“Meet you in the lobby in an hour?”

“I’ll be there waiting, bebita,” he hummed, kissing your cheek before making his way out of the room.

After a long 36-hour shift, your feet couldn’t have felt more tired and swollen, your eyelids feeling just as heavy, but seeing Javier stand there in the middle of the hospital lobby dressed in his usual, a pair of tight jeans and a button down, and carrying a bouquet of roses perked you up instantly. You wore a smile instead of the scowl you’d been donning all afternoon as you slugged over to him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“What’s all this for?” You gestured to the flowers he was handing over.

“Told you, I had a surprise planned,” he said, sliding his hand over the small of your back to guide you outside.

At some point in the day he must’ve switched out cars, because instead of climbing into the truck he drove you to your shift in, Javi was opening the passenger door to guide you into his audi.

“Fancy,” you whistled, grinning at him as he tried to contain the pride in his smile. “All this for me?”

“Yes, my Lucky charm,” he said, closing the door for you before climbing into the driver's seat.

“I don’t want to be a buzzkill, but I hope your surprise doesn’t involve me leaving the house,” you said, looking over at him with a worried frown, not wanting to squash his plans for the evening.

“Nope,” he said, pressing the start button on the car. “Our plans are at home. Just like we like them.”

“So much suspense, my little heart can barely take it.”

Javi reached a hand over and gave your thigh a squeeze.

“I promise it’s nothing too exciting,” he said, glancing over at you with a dimpled smile. “Just a show of appreciation for all your hard work these last couple months. I know it’s been hard, even though you never let anyone see it.”

You frowned, touched by his thoughtfulness and rare display of mushiness, and reached your hand over to rest on his thigh, his hand soon resting over yours with a loving squeeze.

“Thank you, Jav,” you said, hoping that he could read between the lines to see just how choked up you were getting. “It has been hard.”

“I know it, bebita,” he said, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss it. “I’m so proud of you.”

“I never thought I’d hear the mean attending I first met tell me that,” you chuckled. “Especially in this context.”

“I’m still that mean attending,” he reminded, smirking at you as he reached a red light.

“Just not to me.”

“Yep,” he said, squeezing your hand as it rested on his thigh. “Not to you.”

Though the house seemed normal from the outside, something about Javi’s excited grin and tremble of his hand as he unlocked the door had you questioning what stood behind it. With a glance over his shoulder, he opened the door and crossed the threshold with you in tow.

The entryway was dark as usual, but as Javi led you around the corner to the dining room, you were surprised to see the kitchen table (that had never been used before this in your memory) set romantically with lit candles and a large vase of red roses in the center. Turning to him with an open jaw and shocked eyes, you watched as he gave you a boyish smile that made him instantly look ten years younger. Javi walked over to the head of the table, pulling a chair out and gesturing to it.

“For you,” he said, relishing in your speechless state as you slowly walked over and took a seat. “What would you like to drink, bebita?”

“Uh—“ You laughed, not at the gesture but at the tears beginning to cloud your vision. “Water’s fine with me.”

Javi nodded and planted a lingering kiss on your cheek before leaving to disappear into the kitchen. When he returned, he carried two wine glasses full of water in his hands and what looked to be a menu.

“If there’s anything you don’t want, I can tell the chef—“

“Chef?” you asked, stunned beyond belief at the elaborate and incredibly romantic surprise he had planned and executed all without you knowing.

“Yeah,” he blushed and took his seat beside you before lifting his glass to his lips to take a sip of water. “I didn’t trust myself not to give us food poisoning.”

“Javi,” you let out an exhale as you read over the menu, shaking your head at the luxury of it all. “This—“

“Don’t tell me I overdid it?” he interrupted, giving you those round, dark eyes that did you in every single time. “I know I’m not always the most romantic—“

“Javi,” you reached over and squeezed his hand as it rested on the table. “This is the most romantic, shocking, tear-jerking thing anyone has ever ever done for me.”

“Yeah?” he asked, smiling hopefully as his eyes darted between yours.

“Yes, baby,” you chuckled. “I mean—how did you pull this off without me finding out?”

“Well, you don’t make it easy,” he said, chuckling himself. “So nosy it’s hard to keep anything from you.”

“So how’d you do it?”

“I planned exactly how and when I wanted to do it in my head, then I waited until the very last minute to book everything so that you wouldn’t have the time to figure it out.”

“Risky,” you noted, tipping your glass towards him.

“Very,” he agreed. “But someone’s got to be the romantic one here.”

You laughed and swatted his arm playfully. “I’m romantic!”

“Yeah, you’re not too bad,” he smirked. “Is the menu okay?”

“It’s more than okay,” you assured. “This is the fanciest meal I’ve ever eaten, I think.”

“Don’t ask me to pronounce anything because I’m just going to fuck it up,” he said, making you laugh again. “There’s wine in the fridge if you want some.”

“No,” you shook your head. “You’re sober, I’m sober.”

“Because you know I don’t like to fuck you when you’re drunk and I’m not?”

“That and I’m a very supportive partner,” you said, watching as he laughed and shook his head. “But mostly just making sure I get lucky tonight.”

“God,” he shook his head and leaned closer to you. “I am head over heels for you and it’s sickening.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

After the most delicious four course meal you’d ever had in your life—not that you had many to compare it to—Javi sent the chef home, assuring that he’d rather clean up himself, though you knew the real reason for the early send-off.

The front door had barely been shut and locked before Javi was seeking you out, finding you stripping out of your t-shirt and jeans in the en-suite of his bedroom.

“Baby,” he called, low and needy as he strided over to you, his hands finding your hips as you stood in front of the sink in just your underwear and sports bra. His lips found your neck as he yanked you back against his body, the hard and thick outline of his arousal pressing into you. “I need you.”

You turned in his hold and his lips found yours instantly, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you tight and close to his frame as if he needed your warmth to survive.

“Can your shower wait, baby?” he purred against your pulse as his kisses trailed lower.

“Yes,” you moaned, breathy and needy from the spell he cast on you.

As though you were a rag doll, Javi practically yanked you out of the bathroom before tossing you onto the bed, his eyes dark and blown with lust as he watched you peel off your bra before doing the same to your panties. He popped the buttons on his shirt rather than wasting time undoing them properly, the sight of him so desperate for you making your walls clench in anticipation.

“Show me,” he commanded, flickering his eyes to your closed thighs as he worked on getting his belt and jeans undone. “Want to see you, baby.”

You bit your lip and obeyed his command, slowly spreading your thighs apart to show him the sheen of arousal coating your cunt at the sheer sight of him stripping down.

“Jesus,” he groaned, peeling his jeans and briefs off in one go before pumping his cock with his fist. “Touch yourself, baby.”

You obliged once again, reaching your hand down to stroke circles against your clit while he stroked himself to the sight.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered. “Tell me how you need me.”

“I want your tongue, Javi,” you purred, your voice more bashful than it should have been given the position you were in.

“Taste yourself,” he commanded, seemingly satisfied, for the time being at least, with just watching. “Stick your fingers inside—“ You pulled a groan out of him at the squelch of your fingers sliding inside of your cunt. “Fuck. Now taste yourself. Tell me how good it is.”

“I taste so good, Javi,” you moaned, making a show out of sucking your fingers clean. “So sweet.”

Your words seemed to make his patience snap because in the matter of a second, he was climbing onto the bed and resting his head between your legs.

“My favorite fucking meal,” he mumbled, his eyes glued to your cunt as it throbbed from the fan of his breath against it.

“Javi,” you begged, airy and breathless. He silenced your neediness with a long, broad stripe up your seam, gathering your slick on his tongue just to work it over your clit in circles. “Fuck, baby. You’re so good at this.”

“You make it easy,” he said, kissing your clit before giving it a sucke. “Taste so fucking sweet.”

“I want to cum on your dick,” you managed between pants and soft, whiny moans, your fingers gripping his hair. Javi’s eyes lifted to yours as he slid a finger inside of you, his mouth leaving your cunt.

“Yeah, baby? That’s what you want?” he asked, teasing you with a smirk. You nodded eagerly, your brows furrowed as his finger targeted that devastating spot inside of you that made you forget about everything except for him and how good he made you feel. “Beg me for it.”

“Javi,” you whined, rolling your head against the mattress as he worked you closer and closer to the release that you were trying to hold back. “Please, baby. Please fill me up. I want to feel you stretch me before I—“

“Fuck,” he growled, pulling his fingers from you as he sat back and positioned his weeping cock at your entrance. “S’gonna be rough, baby,” he warned. “Need you too bad.”

“I want it rough,” you assured, clawing at his forearms as they pressed your thighs up towards your chest. “Go on, Javi baby. Stretch me out like only you can.”

“Shit, you get me so fuckin—“ He hissed as he fisted his cock and fed it into you, seemingly unable to control himself. “Fuck.”

His first thrust was brutal, but you found yourself smiling at the relief of feeling that indescribable stretch of him, eager for more of what he had to give you.

“I love it when—“ You were cut off by a snap of his hips into yours, forcing your eyes to roll back in your head. “Shit. Love it when you want me this bad.”

“I always want you this bad,” he whispered, leaning over your body to nip at your jaw. “Always want to spread you open and—shit—and feel you cum on me. It’s my favorite fucking thing in the world, baby.”

“Javi, please,” you cried, wrapping your arms around the breadth of his shoulders just to keep him close. “Right fucking there. Don’t stop, please, please—“

“Shh,” he cooed, soothing you with a press of his lips against the curve of your jaw. “I’m not gonna stop, bebita. Gonna fuck you through it, I promise.”

“I’m so—“

“I know,” he nodded, kissing your neck this time. “I can feel it. Gripping me so tight I can hardly move. Go on, baby. Cum on it.”

Your arms squeezed him like a vice as you came for him, blinding stars dancing in your vision as your eyes clamped shut, a moan ripping from your chest so loud Javi was sure the neighbors could hear it.

“That’s it,” he hummed, feeling that tingle in the base of his spine. “Gonna fill you up just like you wanted, baby.”

“Please,” you whimpered, still half-lost in your bliss. “Please, Javi.”

“Fuck,” he moaned, high pitched and sinfully needy, as he buried his face in the nook of your neck, his hips pumping once, twice, and then he was spilling into you. His hands trembled as they left your thighs in order to prop himself up a bit, his eyes finding yours as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck, that was good.”

“I’d say so,” you smiled, combing your fingers through his messed up hair.

Down the hall, you heard whining and scratching, your eyes narrowing as you tried to work out the sound before—

“Fuck,” he slipped out of you all too quickly and rushed to open the bedroom door for your golden retriever. “Sorry, Macca. Forgot you were here, bud.”

“How dare you?” you teased your boyfriend as McCartney strode past him while giving him a side-eye. “You hurt my son’s feelings! Look at him, he’s so offended.”

“Eh,” Javi tilted his head to the side in consideration as he walked over to the edge of the bed, leaning over you so that he could give you a couple playful kisses. “I’d say it was worth it.”

“Shower time?”

“Come on,” he helped lift you onto your weak and shaking legs. “You can stand, right?”

“What an ego you have, my love.”

“You like my ego,” he smirked. “Liked it so much I think the neighbors might have called the cops.”

“Oh, I love you, my egomaniac,” you cooed.

“I love you more, Lucky.”

[imaginingaustin]

austin and me || part one

summary: you find out you're pregnant only a few months after yours and austin's wedding day. despite it being pretty soon, you are still over the moon.

"i know you're not feeling up for a workout, but would you want to meet for lunch somwhere afterwards?" austin asked you. he was getting ready to head to the gym, which was something that the two of you had done together pretty regularly in the time you'd been together.

"maybe. if i get to feeling better, i'd love to." you nodded, forcing a smile. you'd been feeling nauseous the past two days and really weren't up for anything at the moment.

"okay. well let me know." austin said, walking out of the closet. he walked over to the edge of the bed and kneeled down next to you. "i love you." he said softly, taking your hand in his, pressing his lip to the wedding band that newly adorned your left ring finger.

"i love you too." you said with a smile. you sat up and pressed a kiss to his lips, wishing him goodbye before he left.

after he'd been gone for a while, you started to get hungry. you made yourself something small, but it wasn't too long before you were in the bathroom throwing up. you dug around in the bathroom closet for something to settle your stomach when your eyes landed on an unopened box of tampons.

"oh shit." you huffed once the pieces clicked in your mind. that sure would explain the stomach aches.

you grabbed your purse and keys, walking to the drug store down the street from your house. you stood in the family planning aisle, staring at the numerous pregnancy tests that filled the shelves. it suddenly felt like your arms weighed two tons each. no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't do anything to lift them. you were lost in your own thoughts when a soft voice brought you back down to earth.

"you okay, sweetie?" the voice asked. you focused on the person next to you, the lady you recognized as the cashier, standing next to you. you forced a smile and nodded slightly. "not something you thought you were gonna be shopping for today, huh?" she asked.

"not even close." you sighed. you finally mustered the strength to grab a box from the shelf, staring down at the picture of the pregnant woman on the box.

"do you love him?" she asked.

"more than anything.” you said, smiling at her. “it just feels so soon. we've only been married a few months." you sighed. "but we've talked about having kids, and i know this is something we both want. i'm just a little nervous."

"i was nervous when i had my first baby, too. it's normal to feel nervous with your first. but once that baby is here, things change so quickly. you and your husband love each other, and getting to share that love with a little one will be more fulfilling that you know." she reassured. you smiled and thanked her for her kind words. she walked with you to the cash register to get you checked out.

you thanked her again and walked back home. you stood in the bathroom, staring at the box on the counter, before you finally opened it and took one out. you took the test and paced the bathroom while you awaited the results. your timer went off, and you took a deep breath before looking.

Pregnant.

"oh, my god." you said aloud. you took another one for safe measure, which was a positive result as well. you grabbed your phone to text austin, but immediately stopped yourself.

"no. this is something i need to tell him in person." you said, setting your phone back down on your nightstand. wanting to be just a bit cutesy, you found an old gift box in your closet, wrapping the pregnancy tests in some tissue and placing them inside.

“perfect." you said to yourself after tying the bow. you text austin and told him you were feeling a bit better, but weren't quite up to eating out. instead, you suggested having lunch together at home, to which austin agreed.

"i'm just glad to know you're feeling better." he replied.

"yeah. me too :)" you sent back. you began cooking while you waited for austin to return home. he returned about halfway through your cook time, so you ushered him upstairs to shower and change before he came back down and set the table. you'd hidden the box in the kitchen, so he wouldn't find it in the bedroom. you finished preparing your meal, and you sat down at the table with austin and began eating.

he told you about his workout, how his trainer had come up with a new regime to get him prepped for his upcoming project.

"im so unbelievably sore though. but i know once i go through it after a couple of days, i'll be used to it."

"definitely." you added, nodding in agreement.

"anyway, enough about me. i'm glad you're feeling better, what do you think it was? one of those 24 hour bugs?" he asked.

"i think it may last a bit longer than that." you thought to yourself. "i guess? i don't know. i tried to eat something earliet, but i threw up again as soon as it hit my stomach. i started feeling a bit better after that though." you shrugged, taking a sip of water. "speaking of which," you trailed off, getting up from the table.

"speaking of which? please don't tell me you got food poisoning from my cooking, i'll cry." he joked.

"no, not at all." you laughed. you grabbed the box from it's hiding spot, and instructed austin to close his eyes before you took it back to the table. you moved his plate and set the box down in front of him. "okay, open."

"what are you getting me presents for?" he asked, focusing on the gift box in front of him.

"just open it." you said. you stood next to him, watching nervously as he untied the bow and opened the box. you watched his hands as they rummaged through the tissue paper, unrolling the first pregnancy test.

"no way." he said quietly, he found the other one confirming his findings. "y/n?!" he turned to face you, tears on the brink of falling.

"you're gonna be a daddy." you said softly, your tears already falling.

"oh my god." he said quietly, looking down at the pregnancy tests in his hands. you could see the smile on his face widening as he fully took in the moment. suddenly, his arms were tight around your waist. "we're gonna have a baby." he said, voice muffled by your shirt. you giggled softly his lips met your stomach, him pressing kisses to every inch of your belly.

later that night, while you were getting ready for bed, you couldn't help but marvel at your stomach. you raised your shirt and placed your hands on either side of your belly button.

"hello, little one. mommy and daddy love you so much already." you said softly. you pressed a kiss to the palm of your hand and pressed it to your belly. you walked out of the bathroom and made your way over to the bed. you saw austin sitting up on his side, the pregnancy tests in his hands. you heard him sniffle, and as you got closer, you saw that he'd been crying. sad crying, though. not happy crying.

"baby? what's wrong?" you asked, climbing into bed, and moving next to him.

"nothing, it's stupid." he huffed, wiping his nose.

"it's not stupid if it's making you cry. talk to me, love." you said, rubbing his back. he took a deep breath before looking up at you.

"i feel guilty for being excited about this baby when my mom isn't here to be part of it." he said, his tears falling faster. "she loved kids so much, and i know she would've been so excited to have been given the opportunity to be a grandma." he stopped for a moment, but he knew he had more to say. he took a deep breath before speaking again, his tears continuing to stream. "and lisa marie. she became such a huge part of my life in just a short time. a huge part of our lives." he emphasized. the mention of lisa marie hit you like a ton of bricks.

you unfortunately never got the chance to meet lori, austin's mom. but you did meet lisa marie. austin's elvis journey was such a huge part of his life over the last three years, and you were with him every step of the way. the first time he met lisa marie, as well as priscilla, riley, an harper and finley, at the ceremony of them placing their hands at Grauman's Chinese theater, you were there. and you saw how much pride lisa marie had for austin, for finally protraying her father in what she thought was the right way. she became almost like a second mother to him, and they grew so close in the too short of time they had together. you knew how much her praise meant to austin, and her passing hit him harder than you could've ever imagined. he didn't tell you until the night she passed how integral she actually was to your engagement.

"she was the one who encouraged me to finally propose. she was an outsider to our relationship, but she saw how much you meant to me, and how supportive you were of me. it was no secret how hard this filming journey was for me, but you stuck by my side through it all. i told her that i wanted to marry you, but was too nervous that you were going to say no. but she said, and i quote, 'if you don't get off your ass and propose, then i'll do it for you.' the next day, i bought the ring, and proposed. and now she's not even gonna get to see the wedding." he said to you. you and him cracked open a new bottle of scotch that night, drinking your sorrows away. you laughed and cried, sharing stories of the few memories you each had with her, wishing there were more.

“both she and your mom will be there in spirit. they are both so proud of you, and they wouldn't miss it for the world." you said to him.

“oh, hon. i know it’s sad, but they wouldn’t want you to be upset. your mom and lisa marie are always watching over you and have taught you so many wonderful life lessons. in parenting and otherwise. you’re going to be a wonderful father, and our baby is going to love you.” you said, continuing to rub his back. he laid into your chest and you let him continue crying.

“im sorry, babe.” he said, sitting up and sniffling once more. he’d finally cried out all his tears and was coming back down to earth.

“you dont need to be sorry. it's an emotional time and you miss the people you love. you have so much love for the people in your life that sometimes it overflows, but that's okay." you said. he looked up at you with puffy eyes, and your heart broke. you hated seeing him this upset.

“i love you.” he said softly. he leaned against the headboard, patting your thigh. “so so much.”

“i love you.” you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his lips. he pulled away and smiled at you.

“we’re having a baby.” he said softly, kissing you again.

“i know! and i know that as long as you’re their daddy, they’re gonna get more love than they’ll know what to do with.” you said with a smile. his eyes met yours before he kissed you again.

“i really am excited, i promise. i hope my crying isn't making you think i'm not excited about this.” he said, placing his hand on your stomach.

“no, i know you are. and i am too.” you said hugging him tight. “our baby is gonna be so pretty.”

“for sure.” he laughed. you finally wound down and the both of you fell asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

[thedawningofthehour]

ALRIGHT SO. Are there any tmnt characters you wish you could include in DOTH as you just really like them in itterations they are in but you decided not to as they wouldn't add anything to the story/fit in? And I'm not talking about inclusions such as "yeah ig this guy is somwhere outhere, he's just not relavant" but like full on plot inclusion

Not really? If there was someone I wanted to include, I found a way to include them. There's plenty of characters I love that wouldn't have made sense to include, like the Fugitoid and Mona Lisa-but I can't say I really wanted to include them. I wanted to include the characters that would have interacted well with the plot. If they didn't make sense, I didn't have a problem with leaving them out.

I mean, I've mentioned this before but I my original plan was to write about Leo's time up at Todd's a little more, show off Bebop and Rocksteady and the Mutanimals and everyone, eventually give the Hamato fam some real back-up that isn't the police. But in the end it just didn't need to happen, and with the word count already so bloated it was for the best to cut it. (I might un-cut it for Book 3; not like Leo's doing much else)

I am still sad that Junior will never exist in this timeline, and that Karai is still trapped in her hell dimension. I guess I could explain away that Draxum took whatever he needed from Cass to eventually clone her/make a baby with some other equally powerful human's DNA, and the possibility of him happening down the road still exists. But the Shredder is never resurrected in the timeline, so there's no reason to pull Karai out. So GramGram never meets her family, and she's never reunited with her father.

...we can say their grandkids or whatever do the thing. Junior's kids and April's grandkids and whatnot. And the children of all the kids Leo and Raph would adopt. (they would 100% want to be dads, infertility be damned)

[72blankspaces]

Overload

Chapter 2

After finishing breakfast and making sure Leo was in his room, Mikey and Raph approached Donnie, who had retreated back into his lab. Mikey knocked on the door. "Leon, I'm too busy to play chess with you right now," Donnie's voice sounds through the door. "I told you that there is an opening in my schedule tomo-." Donnie stops short when he sees Mikey and Raph. "We need to talk." Raph says, making Donnie cower.

"This wouldn't be about the amount of sleep I got last night, would it?" Donnie questions fearfully. "No, you lucked out this time," Mikey says. Donnie breathes a sigh of relief before letting his brothers into his lab and closing the door behind them.

"So, what brings you to my lab at 9:06 in the morning?" Donnie asks, sitting down at his desk and returning to whatever he was working on. "Something's going on with Leo and we want to know if you know what's going on," Raph says. "Why don't you just ask Leo?" Donnie deadpans. "Because we all know Leo will lie about it!" Mikey exclaims. "He never tells us anything, and when he does, he only tells you. So, do you know what's going on with him?"

"Sigh," Donnie sighs, not looking up from his work. It's easier to not look at his brothers. "I don't know." Mikey and Raph give him skeptical looks. Donnie understands why, since he was known as a terrible liar, and his last sentence wasn't very convincing. But, Donnie would never break the twin pact. So he's reduced to lying. "I really really, that's two reallys, don't know. Several times the past few weeks Leo has come in and played chess with me, or watched me work, but he hasn't told me anything, I swear. He just comes in, asks me what I'm doing, and sips his tea."

"Can you at least tell us what time he got up this morning?" Raph asks, disappointment laced in his voice. "Somwhere around 3:30 I believe," Donnie replies. "I heard a bang from that side of the lair, and after checking the security system, deduced it was Leo tripping over something in that 'organized' mess of his." Donnie puts finger quotes around organized due to the fact that Leo has had a hard time keeping his room clean lately.

"He was up that early?" Mikey asks. "Yeah," Donnie answers. "Actually, that's fairly late compared to when he normally gets up." "I'm afraid to ask what time he normally gets up at," Mikey states. "He normally gets up between 1:30 and 2:30 in morning," Donnie explains, a little too nonchalantly. Donnie looks up to see Mikey and Raph a little too shocked for his liking. 'I thought they knew about Leo's sleeping habits,' he thinks to himself. 'He's not exactly that quiet.'

Raph and Mikey silently soak in this new information, while Donnie takes the silence as a chance for him to continue his work. "Donnie, can you set up security cameras in Leo's room?" Raph asks after a while. This question forces Donnie to look up. Knowing just how much Leo values his privacy, the fact that Raph even thought of it angers Donnie.

Donnie is a very private person. He hates people all up in his lab, touching his stuff without his permission, looking through his computer and files. Hell, Donnie hates it when someone even leans on the door to his lab in fear of them invading his workspace. But compared to Leo, Donnie is an open book. Because of Donnie's autism and Leo's ADHD, the twins never liked sharing. On rare occasions, they wouldn't even share with each other. But over the years, Leo learned to mask a little too well and Donnie hid in his lab.

"I will not put camera's in Leo's room and that's final," Donnie stated, furious. "Now get out." Raph looked at Donnie in shock. He'd never seen Donnie like this before. Donatello was never one to let his emotions talk, but the only things in his voice were outrage and frustration. "Come on Raph, let's go," Mikey says, taking Raph's arm and leading him out the door. When the lab closes and his brothers are gone, Donnie sighs and sinks into his chair. He would never, ever let them do that to Leo. And he would never, ever tell them why.

Meanwhile, Leo was in his room, thinking over everything that had happened in the early hours of the morning. After about ten minutes of thinking, Leo gives up and falls face first into his pillow. 'I guess I have telekinesis now,' Leo thinks to himself. 'But I thought only Mikey had telekinetic abilities. Why would I have them?'

Leo sits up and opens his phone. He opens Google and thouroughly researches telekinesis and what abilities can come with it. He also looks up how to measure mystic power. He's not sure he'll find anything on that since he is using a human-made search engine, but he's willing to try anything at this point.

As he's scrolling through his phone he suddenly gets a feeling that something is not right with Donnie. There's no better way for him to describe this feeling other than odd. Leo stands up and opens the door to his train car bedroom, just enough to peek outside. He sees Mikey pulling a shaken Raph away from Donnie's lab. As soon as Raph and Mikey are out of sight, he heads over to Donnie's lab and knocks on the door.

To Leo's surprise, S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. answers the door. "Sorry dude, but Donnie needs some alone time," he says. "Alright," Leo replies before walking back to his room. He quietly shuts the door and plops down on his bed. 'Well that was weird,' he thinks. 'Donnie always answers the door, especially when it's me.' To say Leo was very worried was an understatement. Raph looked like Donnie had just shouted in his face that he wished they weren't brothers or that he'd never known Raph, and Donnie wouldn't even answer the door for him.

Donnie hasn't not talked to Leo when something was wrong in a very long time. The last time this happened, the twins were 5 years old and Leo had accidentally broken Donnie's remote control car that he'd built from scratch. Leo hadn't even realised he'd broke, so when Donnie came and asked why he broke trhe car, he told Donnie that he didn't know what he was talking about. Then Donnie stormed off and holed himself up in his room for two days before realizing that Leo hadn't broke it on purpose. They both apologized to each and Leo even helped Donnie fix it.

"I wish life was simple," Leo muttered to himself. He decided that he would give all his brothers some space for a day or two and things would sort themselves out. And, oh boy, was he wrong.

[zaenight]

Crazy but she's mine ch4

THIS MAINLY GOES INTO ILLIANA'S PAST WITH A BIT OF INFORMATION ON JACKIE.

Tw :MENTIONS OF Rape,assualt,abusive living situations,abusive foster homes,drug abuse,overdose,seizure,etc.

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"Thanks frankie." Ez said to the cop.

"Don't thank me man,I could get into trouble for this,what do you need to know about this woman anyways?" Frankie said handing over a box of files,labled Camila Vincent .

"Thats for me to know." Ez stated entering his brothers home.

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"Man look at this shit."

Angel said grabbing a picture of a young Jackie,bruises around her neck and scattered across her face.

"Mierda" Ez said looking at more pictures,bite marks and bruises on the girls body.

"Camila "Jackie" vincent , Fourteen,Abused and raped by step-father,edmund Whitt." Angel read.

"Arrested at seventeen for beating step-father with a metal bat." he continued.

"Crap." Ez said rubbing his face.

"Camila "Jackie" Vincent filed a restraining order on ex boyfriend,Harlan Cortez, for

pushing her down the stairs after an argument." Ez read off of a file.

The two brothers read the whole box,now knowing why

the woman took no one's shit.

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"Illiana Losa?" an officer questioned as Jackie opened the door.

"Who's asking?" The woman said.

"Who is-" Illiana froze as she saw the cops.

"No! im not going back to that place!" She yelled as the cops entered the house.

"Your foster parents said you took some stuff and never came home." The officer stated.

"They didn't care two weeks ago,its my stuff anyways!" The girl exclaimed.

"Listen the kid figured out her father was here in santo padre , she just wanted to meet him." Jackie explained.

"Jackie please dont let them take me!,I wanna stay with you!" Illiana exclaimed as the

other cop grabbed her.

"I-what do I have to do if I want to adopt her or whatever?" Jackie asked the cops.

"Paper work, and have her father sign over parental rights." The cops explained.

"What are you talking about?,he didnt even know I existed,I ended up in the system cause they never found him!" Illiana said her heart racing.

"Obispo Losa was on the birth certificate and payed your mother child support,when she died,he was asked to come down,he refused." The cop said.

"He knew? He fucking knew!?" Illiana said,her voice cracking.

"Can you give us a couple of days to figure things out?" Jackie asked pulling a distressed Illiana into her.

"You have a week to get Obispo to sign away his parental rights,and another to make sure your ready to raise a kid,two weeks tops." The cop explained handing her some papers.

Kinda creepy,its like they knew she would ask.

Atleast she wasn't arrested for kidnapping , damn is she really doing this.

Looking at the young teen who looked like she was about to rip someone apart.

Yeah , she was going to fucking do this, because somwhere in that kid Jackie saw a bit of herself.

(honestly I have no idea how stuff like this actually works.)

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"Illiana are you sure?" Jackie questioned as as they pulled up to the clubhouse.

"Fuck yeah." Illiana said getting out of the car stomping up the steps kicking open the door.

"This kid reminds me of me,its scary, is this some kind

payback or some shit?" Jackie murmured getting out of the car.

Going into the clubhouse she noticed Angel and Ez looking at her.

"The fuck you looking at!" She exclaimed.

"You knew! You fucking knew I was your kid!" Illiana yelled pushing Bishop out of his seat.

"You little-" Bishop started.

"NO! im talking here,You fucking knew! what you pay my mom child support to keep her quiet!" Illiana yelled.

"Okay anyways sign this,give up your rights,not like you deserve them." Jackie said slamming papers on the table.

"Jackie's gonna try to adopt me,but she can't do that if you don't sign these damn rights away." Illiana told him.

"Key word : Try." Jackie said.

"Why did she put your name on my birth certificate if your just a deadbeat,why keep your rights if you weren't even gonna try to be a dad!?" she exclaimed.

"I had shit to do, I wasn't ready to be a dad,Few years later got married had a son,he died,never bothered with you,didnt want to ruin your life." Bishop said before picking up the pen signing the papers.

"Thats bullshit! my life is already fucked up,my mom stuck damn needle's in her arm or brought men home to fuck,you know how many time I had to lock my door or sleep in my closet because I was scared!" Illiana yelled.

"I just wanted someone to take care of me,and then I came back from school,she was just laying there,foaming at the mouth , a damn note , she-" Illiana said cutting herself off , her eyes rolling into the back of her head before falling to the ground.

"She's having a seizure! Put her on her side!" Jackie exclaimed rushing over to Ez and Hank who had put the teen on her side.

"C'mon kid your gonna be fine,you hear me!?, Call 911!" Jackie exclaimed her hand running through the girl's hair.

"I SAID CALL 911! DO SOMTHING GOD DAMMIT!" Jackie exclaimed as Angel rushed to the phone.

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Illiana lay on the hospital bed , soft beeps feeling the air.

"C'mon kid, you gotta wake up!" Jackie exclaimed softly holding her hand.

Illiana could hear her,but she was stuck in her mind remembering when she found her,found her mother.

*Flashback*

Age : fourteen 2 years earlier

"Mom! im home,you promised we could watch that one movie remember!" Illiana yelled .

"Mom!?" She exclaimed rushing over.

Her mother,Dina De' luca,layed on the floor, foaming out of her mouth,a needle in her arm.

"Mom,no! you promised!,you said you were done,you said"Im done with all that,Im getting help." Mom!? , wake up,don't leave me!"

"Don't leave me Mommy!,you promised you said everything was going to be okay!" Illiana cried.

And then she woke up,Feeling someone holding her hand,it was her,it was Jackie,the only person who hasn't let her down.

And Illiana knew,she knew that the woman who was currently sleeping while holding her hand,was the woman she was safe with,the woman who she wanted to call mom.

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hello! to distract you: i think the line "I'm used to running both from the devils and angels" i wrote in my last chapter slaps

hope your essay is doing okay!

Hello Noni!!

No, because we have to talk about that sentence for a minute. It absolutely slaps oh my god

I am sorry for the character that said that, tho. It must be exhausting to run away from everything, so without knowing absolutely a thing of context... I hope they get a little rest? A little trusting in others? As a treat????

my essay is... getting somwhere. I'm actually reading a book of the subject right now trying to know what exactly should I be talking about (cause first time i read what I should be writing about I had no idea where to tackle the topic from). But it's kind of late and I've been doing these activities since this morning and the book is in English, which should not be a problem but at the same time it makes my brain work double for some reason....

Yeah. I needed a break. So thanks for stopping by and telling me about that awesome line!

[jaycewrites-192000]

You're Grounded

Summery: Smiley and Angry's little sister tries sneaking out of the house after she gets grounded. It...doesn't go well...

Rating: SFW

Pairing(s): Platonic!Nahoya Kawata x Platonic!Little Sister Reader x Platonic!Souya Kawata

(No incest here fellas)

To make a long story short, you got grounded. Not by your parents, no no. You got grounded, by your older brothers. And to you, it's a little bullshit. They were one year older than you. Who gave them the right to ground you like you were their child?

So, you're probably wondering, what did you do that was so bad that you were grounded for it? Well...you may or may not...have accidently...got into a fight at school. Not just a screaming match kind of fight, nah, you were going all in. Beating ass left and right on the unlucky son of a bitch who pissed you off.

And when you were caught and given detention, who else came to pick you up other than your older brothers, Nahoya and Souya Kawat. Or better known as, Smiley and Angry.

Now, they each had their own opinions on this situation. Smiley was actually impressed, and felt prideful in his little sis. You barely had a scratch on you! However Angry on the other hand, was not so impressed. More like worried, concerned even. He thought you might have gotten hurt, but to his relief you handled it on your own.

While the two both disagreed about how the situation was handled, they both did agree that this couldn't slide. It would have, if you hadn't started the fight in the first place. And so, they both grounded you on the spot. And now here you were, trapped in your room, while your two dumb jerks for older brothers were chilling with Toman.

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"....God I'm so bored!" You groaned loudly. "Like those two don't get into fights too! Why am only I getting punished!?" You sit up from your bed, glaring at your door. While having a stare off with the door in front of you, an idea popped into your head. "Oh that's right...they're not here tonight. They're at a meeting." You say with a smirk. "Tsk, dumbasses. They really thought I was about to stay in here all night." You hopped out of bed and strolled over to your door and opened it. Walking out and into the living room, without a care in the world.

Until it all came crashing down on your head.

Ahead of you, was your two brothers. They were just chilling out on the couch watching some random show. "Hey sis. I don't remember saying that you could leave your room. Did I Angry?" Smiley said with his usual grin...only you could tell he wasn't really grinning. "No..." Angru muttered, glaring in your direction.

"U-uh....b-bathroom?" You manage to say.

"Hm...ok. Go ahead." Smiley and Angry turned their attention back to the TV. 'Fuck!' You yelled internally as you head to the bathroom. You shut the door behind you and slide down the door, knees tucked to your chest. "What the hell are those two bozos doing here instead of the meeting?" You ask aloud.

Well, there was always another way out. Glancing up at the window ahead just beside the shower, you grin. Bringing yourself to a stand, you walked to the window and open it as quietly as possible. Moving one leg out, ducking your head under and out before moving the other leg over, you carefully climbed down. "Ha! Try and stop me now dipshits." You chuckle.

"Gladly."

"Ahhh!!!" You scream as the sudden voice filled your ears. Turning slowly you were met face to face with Angry. And boy...was he ever so angry. Like really angry. "Heeeey bro....nice night huh?"

"....Get back in the house. Now."

"Yep." You hurried back inside.

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And back to square one it is. This time, they actually locked you inside your room. "Come on!" You banged on your door. "What if I really do need to use the bathroom at some point!?" You yelled. "Should have thought about that before you tried sneaking out." Came Angry's response from the other side. "Yeah. And if you do need the bathroom, we left ya a bucket in their with you." Smiley laughed.

"No! That's fucking disgusting! Let me out!" You banged on the door again. "Not until you've learned your lesson. And you try sneaking out again, we'll ground you for another week." With that the two walked away, leaving you alone once again. You groaned and flopped onto your back on the floor of your room. Staring up at your ceiling, thinking up of different ways to escape your punishment.

Begging? No, it might work with Angry, but Smiley wouldn't budge. Throwing hands? Yeah right, you felt like living for a while longer thanks. And you can't use the old puppy eyes, they've grown use to it ever since you turned 15.

Then what could you do?

You couldn't call your best friend Emma for help, since they took your phone...so you were pretty much shit out of luck.

"Great..."

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An hour had passed, you had nearly drifted off while still on the floor. Everything seemed truly hopeless...that is until your remembered...you're a girl! "Yes! That's it!" You whispered before getting up and banging at your door again. "Hey! Jerks! I need out!" "We ain't letting you out dummy!" Smiley yelled back. "I'm serious! It's an emergency!" There was a brief moment of silence, you smirked once you heard footsteps approaching your door. "What is it?" Angry asked, his tone wavered between annoyance and concern. "Souya...this is so embarrassing...I can't believe I have to talk about this cause you won't let me out." You say with a fake sniffle.

This would get him...Angry hated it whenever you were upset. "Y/n? You can tell me." His voice was much softer now. Hell yes. "I just started my period...And I don't have any pads." You heard him hum on the other side. "I'll get them. But Smiley is going to stay here and make sure you don't leave the house."

"Can I at least go and clean myself up?" You ask with pitiful tone. There was a moment of hesitance before the sound of clicking. Angry opened the door and let you out. You hid your face in attempt to look embarrassed. "Thank you Souya." You say as you make your way to the bathroom. From outside you could hear the distant muffled conversation between Angry and Smiley before hearing the front door open and shut.

Before you could think of what to do next, you heard what could only be Smiley walking past the bathroom and up to his own room. Oh yeah, it's all coming together. Waiting a few minutes, you left the bathroom and quietly snuck to the front door and opening it as silently as you could. And just as you were about to taste the sweet taste of freedom...

"Going somwhere?"

Angry. Fucking Angry was standing at the front door, arms crossed.

"....Are you shitting me?" You utter blankly. Angry stepped forwards, backing you into the house again. "Your period was last week." He told you. "I know this because you called and asked me if I could get you some products."

Oh yeah....right...

"Nice try shit head. And now you're double grounded." Smiley said from behind you.

Well. No one can say you didn't try.

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Ahh-

I might do a follow up to this, idk-

[ur-not-reddie]

Never Satisfied

a/n: it’s finally here! the reddie smut i’ve been working on for forever because i changed the scenario like five other times lol. anyway, i hope you end up enjoying it <3

pairing: reddie

warnings: heavy smut, slight daddy kink

word count: 1.7k

*punk/rock richie and shy eddie, somwhere in their 20′s*

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Eddie sits at the back of the bar as he watches his boyfriend perform on stage with his band. Eddie hums along, swaying a bit to the music as he mouths the lyrics. This is a new song Richie is performing, although Eddie has heard and helped with some of the lyrics - knowing it like the back of his hand. 

Eddie then realizes his cup is empty and walks over to the bar to refill it. He chats a bit with the bartender, making small talk with her while his drink is being made. Eddie is about to pay for his drink when someone snakes his arm around the small of Eddie’s back and dropping some money on the counter. He claims it’s ‘on him’ as Eddie pulls away quickly, feeling a bit panicked as he realizes it’s not Richie. 

“Umm, it’s okay. I got it.” Eddie gives a nervous laugh as he slides his money closer to the friendly women who made his cocktail. Eddie tries to quickly walk back to his seat and watch the rest of the show when his arm is pulled, nearly stumbling backwards. 

“Hey there, pretty boy.” a tall, pale looking man whose face is littered in stubble tries to flirt. Eddie gives another fake laugh as he tries to walk away again. “Oh, c’mon. I just wanna talk.” the creepy man tries more. 

“I- I, umm…” Eddie’s unsure of what to say, now frozen with fright. 

“What’s going on?” a familiar voice asks. Eddie whips his head around, finding overwhelming comfort as he throws himself into Richie’s arms, not caring that his drink has spilled. The other man looks Richie up and down, scoffing.

“We were just talking,” the pale stranger flashes dark eyes as he grabs Eddie’s arm and tugs him back again. Eddie shrieks, pulling away quickly and hides behind Richie. 

Richie’s body fills with complete rage, taking it out on the other man’s face - knocking him straight to the ground. Eddie looks at Richie, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. Richie turns to look at Eddie, a smirk also playing on his lips as he grabs Eddie’s jaw and pulls him close. Eddie lets out an escaped moan, blushing as Richie crashes their lips together. Eddie is surprised at first, but kisses back immediately and just as intensely. Richie slips his tongue in Eddie’s mouth, grabbing his ass as he proves his point to the creep that remains flat on the ground. 

“He’s with me,” Richie says as he breaks the kiss, grabbing Eddie’s hand and leading him backstage. “You okay?” Richie asks with genuine concern as they enter Richie’s dressing room. 

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs, nodding his head. “I’m a little shaken up, but I’ll be okay.” Richie embraces Eddie closely again, their lips reconnecting. Eddie sighs happily as he wraps his arms around Richie’s neck. He’s glad that he’s safe and alone with Richie now. 

Richie slips his tongue back into the smaller’s mouth as he backs him into the wall. He then starts attacking Eddie’s neck in kisses and love bites. Eddie lets out another moan, his knees starting to feel weak. “You know,” Richie purrs against Eddie’s tanned skin. “If I could, I would have fucked you in front of him.” Eddie shudders at Richie’s words. 

“Yeah?” Eddie’s cheeks flush red. “Well I kind of wish you did…” 

“Oh really?” Richie chuckles. 

“Yes,” Eddie grabs Richie’s shirt, pulling him closer. 

“C’mon, let’s go home.” Richie pecks Eddie’s lips as he backs away and starts packing up his guitar and other belongings. 

“I don’t think I can wait that long,” Eddie whines, rolling his eyes as he follows after Richie. 

“Babe, I think you can wait.” Richie laughs as he keeps his focus. 

“Richie,” Eddie whines as his jeans start to grow more and more uncomfortable by the second. “I really can’t wait.” 

“Eds,” Richie warns. 

“Now!” Eddie demands as he grabs Richie’s shoulder and tugs him back. Richie straightens himself out, glaring at Eddie before walking to the door, locking it and turning back to face Eddie again. Eddie knows he’s in for it by the way Richie’s looking at him. He stays cemented in place as Richie slowly approaches him. 

“Oh, you want it bad, don’t you?” Richie’s tone is low and ice cold. Eddie giggles nervously, trying to form words but is unable to. Richie grabs at Eddie’s hips, rubbing his back softly before grabbing a fistful of Eddie’s hair and yanking his head back, causing Eddie to gasp. “I’ll give it to you. Right here, right now. Just like you want.” Richie pulls harder, another moan leaving Eddie’s mouth. “I wanna hear you beg,” 

“Please?” Eddie asks weakly. 

“Oh you can do so much better than that,” Richie taunts, letting his hair go as he drags his thumb across Eddie’s lower lip. “Now, do it correctly.” 

“Please? Please fuck me, daddy. I want you so, so bad. I need you… Please? Please!” Eddie whimpers and cries. 

“That’s my good boy,” Richie praises as he grabs at the bulge in Eddie’s jeans. Eddie closes his eyes, letting out a shaky breath. He pushes his hips forward into Richie’s touch, closing his eyes as he lets Richie take complete and total control. 

Richie backs Eddie up against the couch that’s placed in the corner of the room. He gently pushes him down and hovers over him. Eddie’s tinted cheeks deepen as Richie begins to unbutton his jeans, pulling them off of Eddie’s legs. Richie tosses them aside and spreads Eddie’s legs. He pulls Eddie’s shirt over his head as well and goes back to feeling Eddie’s clothed, hard dick. 

“But what about you?” Eddie asks softly as he pulls at the hem of Richie’s shirt. Richie hushes Eddie, but obliges by taking off his shirt, feeling Eddie harder. “Fuck,” Eddie groans as he grips the edge of the couch. 

Richie keeps this up, slipping his hand inside and grabbing Eddie’s cock while his eyes are still closed. This makes Eddie to gasp, nails digging into the faux leather. Richie grabs at Eddie’s throat somewhat roughly and pulls him close. 

“I want to hear you,” Richie growls, Eddie opening his eyes wide. “I want everyone to hear you.” Eddie feels his stomach drop, trying to swallow. He nods, keeping his eyes locked with Richie. “Good boy,” Richie praises, letting go of his throat, stripping him naked and shoving his fingers in Eddie’s mouth. 

Eddie hums around Richie’s fingers, gagging himself. Saliva pools in his mouth, slipping past his lips and down Richie’s fingers. Eddie’s eyes start to water as he keeps gagging. After a few moments, Richie pulls his fingers out, spreads Eddie’s legs even wider and slides a first finger inside of Eddie. Eddie gasps, followed by a moan as he leans the back of his head against the couch. 

“Louder,” Richie demands as he starts pumping his finger. He begins at a fast but gentle pace only for him to add another finger and move quicker. 

“O-oh, fuck!” Eddie’s grip hardens, nails digging more into and probably tearing the couch. Richie buries his fingers deep, really working Eddie open as he grazes over Eddie’s sweet spot. “Richie!” Eddie wails, back arching as his eyes roll deep into his head. 

“Say it again,” Richie hums. “Sounded good.” he smirks, repeating the action over and over, sneaking in a third and final finger. 

“Daddy!” Eddie squeals. 

“Even better,” Richie growls, making Eddie cry as he edges him the closest that he can. 

“F-fu-fuck… R-Ri-Rich-” Eddie can’t finish his own words, about to release when Richie pulls his fingers out. Eddie opens his eyes, looking at Richie with slight disappointment as he pants heavily. 

“W-why did you-” 

“You didn’t think I was gonna make you cum without working for it, did you?” Richie drawls with haunting eyes. Eddie blushes as he giggles sheepishly. “On your knees,” Richie commands as he starts stripping himself from the rest of his clothing. Eddie does as told, getting on his knees as he looks up at Richie. “Don’t get me off, just enough for you to ride me.” 

Eddie nods as he takes Richie’s cock in his hand, pumping him a few times before taking the tip into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around a bit, about to take more of Richie in when Richie shoves his cock all the way to the back of Eddie’s throat. Eddie gags, gripping at Richie’s thighs as Richie starts thrusting into Eddie’s mouth. Eddie keeps his mouth wide open, tears filling his eyes and streaming down his face as Richie moves his hips faster, slower, slower, then faster and faster again before stopping. Eddie coughs, gasping for air. 

“You’re my good boy, huh?” Richie asks again sweetly, lifting Eddie’s chin as he wipes away the leftover drool. 

“Yes,” Eddie’s voice is raspy as he flashes a smile. Richie raises an eyebrow at him. “Yes, daddy.” Eddie corrects himself. 

Richie smiles as he sits down, pulling Eddie into his lap. Eddie giggles as he grabs Richie’s length again and slides himself all the way down. He moans happily, placing his hands on Richie’s shoulders. He starts off by circling his hips, Richie’s hands placed there but not directing him. Richie leans back, really watching Eddie as he starts to bounce slowly. Eddie’s noses are low and quiet but gradually get louder the faster he bounces. 

“R-Richie, oh, fuck!” Eddie mewls as he feels Richie’s cock ram right into his prostate. Richie moans as well, forcing his hips to stay still as he wants Eddie to work for it. “I’m s-so fucking clo-close,” Eddie’s words are choppy as his thighs begin to quiver. 

“You’re almost there, baby. I know you can do it.” Richie slips his thumb into Eddie’s mouth. 

Eddie slams down three more times before cumming all over Richie’s chest and stomach. Richie praises him, gripping Eddie’s hips tighter as he starts thrusting upwards mercilessly. Eddie screams, feeling overstimulated, about to hit subspace when Richie finally stops, filling Eddie up himself. Eddie leans forward, resting his forehead against Richie’s, mumbling happy, sweet nothings. 

“Satisfied?” Richie asks in a joking manner. 

“Partly,” Eddie smiles slightly, causing a chorus of chuckles from Richie. 

“Well, there’s more waiting for you when we get home.” Richie gives him one final kiss before cleaning up, getting dressed and heading home.

[echo-three-one]

What? We're having a baby?!

Requested by : @maximumpoetrygalaxy

Shoutout to a fellow Frank Woods simp.

A short one-shot on how Frank Woods handles the struggles of a pregnant partner, and how he realizes that preparing for a baby isn't as exciting as making one. 🤣

⚠️NSFW WARNING as in Not Safe For Work and Naked Sexy Frank Woods⚠️

Lets assume a younger Woods at this time, yeah?

As the birds began to chirp outside his window, Frank slowly shifted his sleeping position to face his lovely partner, but was greeted with an empty bed. He was all alone.

"Honey?! Where are you?" he slowly got up and put wore only his sweatpants, making his way outside the bedroom.

A loud heaving noise alerted him and made his run to the bathroom, where his partner was hugging the toilet, her eyes looking tired.

Quickly rushing to her aid, he sat down beside her and rubbed her back softly.

"Are you okay? Should we go to the doctors? Is it because you ate Mason's cooking last night? That son of a bit-" he rambled as her partner squeezed her arm and looked at him with a smile on her face. This made the soldier calm down and rub his thumbs on her hand.

"I'm fine." she whispered, Frank slowly inched his face toward hers but she got up.

"Not now, Frank. I just puked!" She giggled and washed her face by the sink. Frank slowly wrapped his arm around her, pressing his entire body on her back, letting her feel the excitedness growing on his pants.

"You sure you're okay?" he whispered against her ear, teasing her a little bit as she stares at the view of the both of them on the mirror, slowly swaying their bodies to his guidance. His partner couldn't help but groan in pleasure, Frank was really one for pleasing and he has the power to do it whenever, wherever and she has no arguments about it.

"I'm very okay now." she turns to him as they kiss, her hands play with his bearded cheek, softly pulling it close to her face. Frank didn't hesitate on kissing her, he slowly made his way on her mouth, circling his tongue along with hers, like two dancers on an evening ball, tangled and couldn't get far from each other.

This was the exact thing that happened weeks ago, they were out drinking, she went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit only to be surprised by Frank Woods.

Weeks ago...

A soft moan escapes her mouth as Frank gently squeezed her leg while lifting it up the sink. She felt so vulnerable, her legs spread open in front of Frank, who's eyes were clearly enjoying the view.

He pressed his whole body against her while giving her neck kisses and licks as two fingers slowly make their way inside her. All she could do was moan both in frustration and pleasure.

His mouth trailed from her neck to her cheek to her lips where she desperately reached for his mouth once they met. Their tongues swirled against each other as both of their moans echo across the room. She could feel her legs shudder 00in the air as Frank's fingers dance inside her, working their own magic.

Breaking the kiss with heavy pants, Frank slowly licked his way down tuuo her other lip, his beard tickling her sensitive mound as his thumbs grip her leg, spreading her wide open as his tongue licks her pussy. At first it felt lacking, he wa nas only licking it like a kid with an ice cream cone, and the anticipation made her whimper and grab his head pushing him in her. Frank let out a soft chuckle as he looked up at her, a sexy smile plastered on his face, a smile that was up to no good.

She felt her hand soften its grip on his hair as Frank started u6utong like a hungry sex starved being, his hot and wet tongue explored every region, never leaving an area unexplored. She liked it a lot, evidenced by her ever hastening pants and loud moans of pleasure.

"Enough.. with the... teasing... Frank... Please." she whimpered her hands started to caress her own breasts, the sound of desperation filled her.

Frank immediately lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, her legs spread as she softly bounce on impact. Her eyes stared at the sexy man on the edge of the bed as he quickly took off his shirt and tossed it somwhere. She seductively licked her lips as her eyes stared at the godlike being before her, the view of his hairy chest, six pack abs and bulging arm muscles filled with tattoos made her almost drool. It got better when she followed the trail of hair just below his navel down to his pants where his erection bulged, waiting to break free.

"Shit, you're so gorgeous when you stare at me like that. It makes me wanna fuck you till you get pregnant." he commented, his voice raspy and sexy sending tingles across her body. She could hear his belt unbuckle setting free his huge cock, fully erect and ready.

"What are you waiting for?" She teased, her fingers curved, inviting him over as he obediently crawled toward her face, their lips clashing against each other on impact. She felt his hand guide his cock on her opening, inserting it quickly without warning. She yelped at the sudden feeling and moaned as soon as it already felt pleasurable.

Her ears were filled with Frank's erratic breaths followed by the loud creaking of their bed, slowly hitting against the wall. She bit her lip as each thrust sends her in a feeling of pure need and want, her insides embracing his every inch.

"Yes.." was the only word she knows how to say, as Frank's grunts and groans grew louder and the sounds of their skin slapping against each other filled the room.

With one final thrust, Frank quickly gets off her and agressively flips her to the side as he lied down behind her, pulling her hair to the side and grabbing her leg and raised it up.

She liked this position, and he knows it. She slowly closed her eyes as her back feels his nipples press against her and how the small of her back feels each pec of his ab slowly hit her as he thrusts from behind.

"You like this right? I know you do.." he breathed from behind her ear, the clapping continues as he slowly picks up the pace once more, feeling his whole package on a different angle. A smile escaped her lips as the pleasure began building up once again. She hears Frank groan differently signaling his approach to climax and braced herself for his load.

"Gahhh.." She felt Frank's warm secretion fill her insides, as they both pant heavily upon release, their muscles slowly tense as Frank spoons her from behind and hugged her.

"Holy shit. That was good." he said.

~

Frank's naked body was plopped against her as they both pant from exhaustion. They just finished another round and she felt weird that they did it after a horrible morning for her.

She turned to Frank as she felt her stomach churn differently once again. He was too heavy for her so she urged him to move so she could run toward the toilet again.

"We should just go visit a doctor." Frank said as he leaned by the bathroom door. She nodded in response as they prepare for an appointment.

***

"Congratulations. You're pregnant." The doctor, who resembles a lot like Russell Adler, greeted. This earned a different reaction from both parties, as Woods expression was dazed while his partner starts crying tears of joy.

"When will the baby arrive?" Woods quickly stood up almost demanding the doctor to talk.

"It's usually nine months from now. So I could say about, late October." he replied, clearly noting Frank's lack of knowledge towards the matter. His partner just smiled as she sensed excitement coming from her man.

"Now now Frank. It would take a lot of time to grow this." she said rubbing her tummy. Frank excitedly sat back and rubbed her tummy.

"So doc, when will we know if it's a uh.. a boy or a girl?" Frank asked excitedly.

The doctor gave him a soft chuckle. "Come back here for monthly check ups then you'll see how the baby's doing."

"What would you want it to be, Frank?" His partner asked.

"I want it to be a girl." he chuckled.

~

October 24th of that year.

Frank softly smiled as his partner leans on him while she recovers from her delivery. It was a rough few hours for the both of them and Frank swore she almost broke his fingers from gripping too much.

The nurse entered bringing a sleeping baby draped with pink cloth, her face so peaceful it was almost a crime to make a sound around her.

The parents face lit up as they received the child, touching her soft nose.

"What would you want to name her, Frank?"

"Donna Mary..." he looks at his partner.

"Donna Mary Woods. Welcome to the world."

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 49 - Ioka Kazuto's New Years Eve tattoo problem.

K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru with this week's episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san, Tasai san, welcome again this week.

T: What is the celebratory sake for?

K: Well, this is our first recording of the new year..

J: Yes

T: Happy New Year

J: Happy New Year. By the time this is broadcast it will already be well into January though.

K: Yes, so..for good luck.

J: Ah, that would be welcome....but Im not gonna drink it.

K: Why?

J: Um, I've said this a few times before, but my resolution for 2021 is to not go so crazy when drinking alcohol, to not get too carried away.

T: Hahaha

J: I've already decided on it.

K: Don't you always say that?

J: No, no, no. Um, recently...was it on the 27th? After the live broadcast? I left afterwards with Tasai.

T: Oh, yeah.

J: We left together, we got a taxi. Then when I arrived home, it was about 2am, right? When I tried to get in my house, I didn't have my keys.

T, K: Eh?!

T: Really??

J: I didn't have my keys..what could I do? I think i actually left them somewhere before i arrived here, and I hadn't been drinking before that. But in the end, I went to a hotel in my neighborhood...like, please let me stay here, I'll pay so please let me stay. So, I woke up the next day and called the real estate agent to ask if they had a spare key..they didn't. They said they'd given all the keys to me. So, I called around a few other places, and by about lunch time I managed to get hold of a key. But I had to go and do a live radio broadcast in this kind of messed up state, so..

T: Eh?!

J: Well, I mean, it wasn't the fault of alcohol this time, but I have lost my pocket wifi before while I was drunk, and my glasses...and Im constantly telling dirty jokes while drunk...so this year..., well, I will drink alcohol, but Im not gonna go wild.

T: Hahaha

K: Thats impossible!

J, T: Hahaha

Kami: Joe san, Joe san...

J: Oh, Kami? What is it? Kami's here.

Kami: Joe, you've become a boring guy.

J, T: Hahaha

Kami: You're trying to play it safe.

J: No, no, no. Can I really carry on? Drinking and going crazy this year too?

Kami: You need to be free. Please don't hold yourself back.

J: Haha 

T: When we were going home in the taxi, you said, 'I think I've messed up'...

J: I was doing a bit of self-reflecting.

T: Your true voice slipped out.

J: I think it did.

K: What? Why, what happened again?

T: Yeah, what was it again?

J: Well, I think it was me just going a bit wild. It felt like I got carried away.

T: You felt that in yourself?

J: Well, I do, don't I? When I drink alcohol?

K: Well, yeah.

J: Kaoru, we've done a lot of events together, right?

K: Yeah, most of the time I'm like, 'Joe, calm down!'

J: And Im supposed to be the moderator!

T: You change places!

J: Right!

K: Also, he had to read out things written in Katakana and stuff, but he couldn't read the difficult words*1

J: There are a few reasons for that. After I've had a drink, I can't read difficult kanji, and also I have bad eyesight. Katakana has loads of spaces in it, right?

T: Maybe we should have let Tasai do it.

T: Yeah, I should have done the reading.

J: Kanji just turns into clumps.

K: Ok, well, today...Tasai, could you get us started?

T: Yes, this is about the big match on last New Years Eve. Its boxing news. It was the WBO super flyweight title match between Ioka Kazuto and Tanaka Kōsei. Ioka won the match, but this news deals with a slightly different aspect. Ioka's tattoos were visible during the match. The boxing commission have said this is a violation of the rules, and are considering imposing a penalty. Questions have been arising on social media like, 'Isn't this a mistake?', and, 'What about individual freedom?' Did you watch the match, Kaoru?

K: No, I didn't, but I saw it on the news.

T: Yeah. And, Ioka had actually covered his tattoos with foundation to hide them before getting in the ring, but sweating made the foundation come off.

J: I see.

T: So, its become a bit of a talking point, what to think about this.

K: This isn't the first time he's done this, right? He covered his tattoos before in other fights?

T: Yeah, to stop the foundation coming off he...

K: But foundation?...can you really hide them with foundation?

J: Haha, yeah, maybe not. They are too solid. So, he went ino the ring without foundation this time?

T: No, he had it on, but it came off with sweat.

J: Wouldn't that happen anyway?

K: If it did, that means its come off everytime up to now.

J: Right? Its not like its only come off this time. Its hard to understands why the JBC are raising this problem only now?

T: Well, its in the rules. The rules for matches are...in the rulebook, Match management section 4, conditions for boxers article 86, it says for things that make spectators feel uncomfortable, such as tattoos...if a boxer has tattoos, they must not appear in the ring.

J: Oh, thats written?

T: Yes, thats written in the rules. There have been cases in the past of boxers getting tattoos surgically removed in order to be able to compete in the ring.

J: Im not sure about this. Feeling uncomfortable just by seeing a tattoo...?

K: Regular people do though, don't they?

J: Do they?

K: Not people like us here, regular people are different.

J: Haha, of course.

K: But its Japanese people...foreigners have seen tattoos as pretty normal for quite a long time.

J: Right. Their police even have tattoos.

K: But we havn't got there in Japan yet. They are still thought of as scary. Even me, if I see someone with tattoos walk in, I don't say anything to them, but I do notice and look at them if they have tattoos.

J: Well..

K: You look though, right?

J: Well, I would think 'oh, they have tattoos'.

K: Yeh, but you would say ????*2

J: Well...

K: You would!

J: Would I? But...this is boxing, right? The spectators have come to watch people hitting each other.

K: Well, yeah, thats right.

J: For example, if a kabuki actor suddenly revealed tattoos all over their body, I have a feeling it wouldn't go down well with people who are going to see traditional arts, but if they are going to see people punching each other, would they be that bothered about tattoos?

K: Its because the rules havn't changed since a long time ago.

J: Yeah. Hmm, Im not sure about this. What's it like overseas?

T: Its totally fine overseas.

J: Its ok, right?

K: They don't mind if foreigners have them.

J: Ah, foreign boxers with tattoos are allowed to fight in Japan?

T: Yes.

K: So I think this is good. It could change how we do things *3

J: Yeah, it creates a stir, because there are quite a lot of people who know about this old rule. Um, even at events and stuff (I MC at a lot of events), some guests are instructed to wear long sleeeves when they attend. This is what Japan is like with tattoos.

T: But I think I read somwhere that the NBA also has the rule to cover tattoos. Like, they will wear armbands and stuff to cover them.

K: Even in baseball, the Giants have banned facial hair.

J: Have they?

T: The Giants have an unwritten code, let me think who had a beard....do you remember Ogasawara Michihiro/Gatz?

J: Oh yeah, the left handed player?

T: Yeah, when he joined the Giants he shaved it all off etc. That type of thing still happens, even now. Have a look next time the Giants play, none of them have facial hair.

J: I don't think foreign players will like these rules that Japanese have. This seems like its against the Constitution. It really does.

Kami: Its discrimination, right?

J: Yes, I agree.

Kami: Nishinari people are sensitive to discrimination.

J: Yeah, I mean, if they are gonna have this rule, they should ban tattoos for everyone in boxing, but to say its ok for foreign boxers but not Japanese ones.. its a bit...

Kami: Its unconstitutional. Its discrimination.

J: Yeh, I think its discrimination. But looking at some of the comments, some say that although its written in the rules, it can't be helped these days.

Kami: Its not fair though, letting Ioka get this incredible win, and then afterwards saying, actually, no.

T: Yes, thats right.

Kami: When I was younger I won at pachinko..

J: Haha, all of a sudden..

Kami: I had quite a babyface, and would get mistaken for being underage. They never said anything to me when I lost...

T: But when you handed in your tickets they told you no because you're underage?

Kami: Yeah, yeah. Even though they said nothing to me when I was losing. Its like they come to stop you after you start winning.

T: I see.

Kami: They will take all the benefits, but when it starts to get unfavorable...I sense that unfairness.

T: Ah, yeh. Well, its true that the boxing commission already knew that Ioka had tattoos. And they asked him to take part.

J: Yeah. Its not like he got the tattoos right before this match.

T: Thats right. Incidentally, he got this particular tattoo in America in 2018, September, to show resovle and determination for his comeback fight. And this time, he has also added his son's name as if to say 'lets fight together'.

J: Oh, thats a nice meaning....Sue them!

T: Sue them?

J: Yes, Tokyo Sports should sue them.

T: Why just us? haha. We should together.

J: ???*4

K: I wonder how this will turn out though.

J: Yeah. Is Ioka following the boxing commission then?

T: He is still waiting to see what they decide.

J: Ah, ok.

T: He is still waiting for their judgment.

J: So like, it will depend on the level of punishment he gets.

K: They'll just say its the rules.

T: In that case, he might just go to America, if he can't fight any matches in Japan.

J: Well, yeah.

T: I think this would be a bigger problem if it happened outside the ring. But its happened within the ring. Its still a fact that tattoos are seen as scary in this culture.

K: It seems so to me, speaking as a person who has tattoos.

J: Thats what you have felt from experience?　Exactly.

K: But you could say that he knew this when he got the tattoos. He knew they would tell him to stop.

T: Like, boxers definitely understand this.

K: He knows it, but he is still appearing in the ring, so if he has determination and resolve, its great. If he doesn't, its no surprise if he gets complaints.

J, T: I see.

J: Well, considering he did try to hide it, but the covering just came off, I wonder what will happen. Its not like he can wear clothes over it, right?

K: He could have put tape on it.

J: Oh, right, you can hide it like that too?

T: Yeah, there might be something like skin coloured tape.

J: Kami, can we have a last word from you on this?

Kami: Well, whatever the rules, making them only apply to Japanese is strange, right?

J: Well, yes, thats true. We'll have to keep a look out for what happens with this from now on.

K: Well, yeh.

T: To see how it develops, yeh.

K: Yeah. Kami seemed a bit lacking in vitality today, didn't he?

J: Yeah, he seems down. Kami, did something happen to you at new year time?

Kami: No, no, Im fine! Don't I sound it?

K: You sound like you are lacking a bit of punch.

J: With it being boxing, you'd expect him to have more 'punch'.

K: He just seemed a bit...regular.

J: Yeah.

Kami: Regular? haha.

K: He's laughing, haha.

T, J: Haha

J: The staff are making me laugh.

K: Ok, shall we finish here for today?

J: Yes

K: Ok, please subscribe. Thank you very much.

*1, 3 Not sure this is right.

*2, 4 Couldn't make out

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