#and apparently. you were. and following ME about it which is even crazier

[beatcroc]

Hiii! I'm just here to say hi! I love your fake peppino stuff it looks delicious.. You're one of my first follows if I remember correctly. I came to tumblr because Twitter was severely lacking in fake peppino content and this place had like so much.

not a question! but thank you!

twitter algorithms suppressing the strange and charismatic little guys as always 😤

[kittenshift-17]

Omg I feel like any teen wolf fic (sterek fic) you write would be amazing, on that topic ur an amazing writer and I’m glad that one day I stumbled upon one of your fics. And also speaking of sterek fics (or any teen wolf fic) do u have and recommendations on what to read for that fandom???

Okay, so I took my time with this one because I had read some, but not a lot... but oh boy, did I deep dive into the research to bring you some top tier Sterek Fic Recs.

TOP 20 STEREK RECS

Play It Again by metisket ***I LOVED THIS ONE***

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

So Shed Your Skin and Lets Get Started by halfhardtorock

He's sixteen and in the woods on the wrong side of the town-line and he's so fucking fucked.

He knows he's not supposed to run, they teach that to you in preschool (don't run from a Were, back away slowly and walk with care), but they never told you how it would feel, standing alone in the dark with your heart beating in your throat as those glowing eyes tracked you from the shadows.

Don't Feed the Wolves by Amazonia_8

Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.

Except, apparently, Stiles.

Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.

so now you've got the best of me (come on and take the rest of me) by mangotangos

"It doesn't matter how hot Derek is, how Stiles barely comes up to his shoulders or how Derek's hands could probably fit really snugly around his waist. None of it matters, because he's basically a glorified babysitter for the foreseeable future and Stiles wants him out. Operation annoy Deputy Derek Hale into leaving begins now."

~or, the one where Stiles' dad hires Deputy Derek to be Stiles' bodyguard, Stiles hates him on principle and then 2 seconds later falls in lust (and love) and tries to seduce him into bed with his sexual prowess.

There Are No Wolves In California by kitsunequeen

Hunter!Stiles accidentally hits a wolf with his car and can't bear to leave him in the road to die. It's not till he gets the wolf home that he sees its eyes glow red... ------- Even everyday roadkill is upsetting, but this thing… Moments ago it was probably a majestic beast, and now it’s a mangled pile of soon-to-be rotting flesh. He presses a shaking hand to the only part of its chest left intact, not even thinking about whether it'll give him rabies or some other awful disease.

He’s about to pull back when something even crazier happens.

He realizes the wolf is breathing.

(not so) Pure Imagination by theroguesgambit

"There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you."

Stiles knows it's wrong, but he's been Fantasizing about Derek and he can't bring himself to stop. Derek doesn't know who's taken an interest in him, but he's enjoying it way more than he probably should.

Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property. Humans are supposed to be extinct. But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

The Darkness Inside by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

The sheriff watched him for a moment, then he sighed and turned slightly. He reached out to open a cabinet door beside him, and pulled out a shelf. It was on a track, so it rolled out of the cabinet fairly easily, and held a small CCTV. Derek frowned and inched his chair to the side a little bit so he could get a better angle.

He was looking at a teenager, or someone at least young enough to be the same age as Scott. He was sitting on a bed in what looked to be a larger room, the area he was in surrounded by four glass walls, with his legs crossed and head tilted.

He was also staring directly into the camera, as if he knew someone was watching. A creepy smile slowly slid onto the teen’s face, and he held up one hand, wiggling his fingers in a slow, eery wave.

Derek felt his mouth run dry. He didn’t know who this kid was, but he didn’t like him.

“Who is that?” he asked quietly.

“That,” said the sheriff, “is my son.”

What I Did On My Summer Vacation by grimm for missingsun

There's something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can't quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There's something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Patterns of Intention by drunktuesdays

Derek looked like the stuff of his deepest fantasies. His shirt was rumpled where Stiles had his hands in it, and he was breathing hard as well, chest heaving. His eyes—his eyes were glazed over and he looked stunned, like he’d been—like Stiles had—

“No,” Stiles said, blood draining from his face. The word was croaky and felt like it had to be wrenched out of his chest. “God, no.”

Wants & Needs by MadcapRomantic

Derek Hale has been participating in the Beacon Hills Mating Run for a decade, each year coming up without a mate. His mother, convinced this is his lucky year, persuades him to run one last time.

Enter Stiles, a young Omega with an unwanted Alpha nipping at his heels.

Family or not, Peter is determined to have Stiles.

But convinced they are True Mates, there isn't anything Derek won't do to keep Stiles safe.

I don't know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22 for xXxClassifiedxXx 

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?”

He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.

Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha's shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

Sleeping Dogs by starsystems

Let sleeping dogs lie. Prov. Do not instigate trouble.;Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.

Derek Hale is asleep in Stiles's bed. And it just escalates from there.

Because of course it does.

We've Written Volumes (in Blood and Scars and Ink) by notthequiettype

Stiles is on his back on hard-packed dirt. He's cold and there are leaves stuck to his neck and there's a four inch gash in his side that he thinks he can feel his ribs through. There's so much blood around him he feels like he's floating on a pond and everything is so much dimmer above him than it was a minute ago, which is saying something because he's in the dark center of the forest in the middle of the night. And the worst of it is that he's alone, totally alone with the smell of his own blood drowning him and the soft side of him run through by a tree.

As his eyes slip shut, the last thing he thinks is, "This is going to kill my dad."

In Case You Didn't Know by Blu_Crowe

Stiles moves into the lofts, and he and Derek start to get closer. Unfortunately Stiles is a moron, and Derek is bad at feelings. They figure it out... Eventually.

Stilinski's Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” 



“There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly. 



Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: 



DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him

---

Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.

Lock All The Doors Behind You by entanglednow

He has no idea what you're supposed to say when you find one of your...werewolf acquaintances, completely out of their mind, growling like they're about to see what your insides taste like. There's no handbook for this. Stiles is thinking that if he survives he might write one.

Feral Formalities by Aleandri

"There was silence as no one seemed to breath at the table.

Derek had just gifted Stiles, an unmated Omega, with food.

Right in front of another Alpha.

Who he was on a date with.

To discuss being heat partners...."

*In which, Stiles presents as Omega, and everyone wants a piece of the alpha-baby-making ass!*

for a good time, call... by EvanesDust for kalika_999

Stiles unlocks his phone to send out a quick text asking his father what he wants to eat, even though he’ll get salad regardless, and notices a strange number on his recent call log.

His face scrunches in confusion before realization dawns on him.

Oh shit.

Events from the night before peek through the hazy fog of his mind. Stiles thought, or he was hoping, that the phone call was a dream. But there it is, staring at him in the face—a one minute and 57-second call to an unfamiliar number.

Oh God.

Did he seriously call someone—possibly an alpha werewolf!—for phone sex?

...Or the one where Stiles drunk dials a very grumpy alpha werewolf and propositions him for phone sex. Hilarity, misunderstandings, and feelings ensue.

Golden Boy by trilliath 

Apparently it still amuses his uncle to buy sex slaves for him, no matter how steadfastly he refuses to use them. Derek ducks into his tent with a resigned sigh, prepared to dress and reassign whatever new beauty Peter has bought him. They do make for loyal servants, so he can't really complain about Peter's 'gifts'. But it is annoying to deal with, to have to spend his evening sorting out a slave instead of being able to go right to bed. It's just something he has to learn to accept as a byproduct of serving alongside his uncle.

But when he lays eyes on the boy laying amid his furs, he finds his breath catching in his throat. His skin is golden with the candle-light glimmering against the sheen of oil that has been slathered on his bared body. His lips are parted, and they work over inaudible words or sounds. His skin is flushed, nipples peaked and pierced with simple but unexpected golden rings. He's spectacularly beautiful in the candlelight. The many glowing candles that have been added to his usual lighting cast glittering edges and shadows, imbuing an almost unearthly golden color to his skin.

It's enough that Derek hesitates.

[milkytheholy1]

Everything Ends: The End.

A/N: So apparently I deleted the ending to this series, so I am so sorry to anyone who's been trying to read the series.

"MOVE!" you yelled over the boisterous sounds of explosions going off inches away from you, shoving April to safety every now and again. She thanked you curtly, she couldn't offer you anything more unless she wanted to get blown up with everything else.

Casey was only a few paces ahead of you, stuck fighting the Kraang's lackeys and mutated Foot soldiers. You and April were trying to save him but got caught up with your own problems.

Another swing from your fist and the Kraangified-Foot soldier crumbled to the ground, ever since the Foot recruited actual people instead of their paper army, they were slowly becoming unstoppable. April had shouted something out to you, but thanks to the previous explosion, your hearing was a little off.

Another kick from your converse sent one of those gooey creatures skidding back, growling and whining before readying an attack. You weren't really trained for combat, sure, Leo taught you a few moves if ever the scenario arose that you needed to defend yourself or buy the others some time.

But nothing could have prepared you for this, fighting aliens from a different dimension who sought to destroy the future. You had to admit, it was a hard scenario to study for. Luckily, April had been teaching you along the way, having picked up stuff over the many years of knowing the Turtles, the girl was a natural.

"(Y/N)! We have to get to Casey!" April hollered once more, finally, the endless buzzing in your ear came down to a faint ringing sensation. You nodded your head in understanding, running as fast as you could to avoid the deadly claws of the slime creature on your trail, "I'm trying!" you snarked.

April was holding her own fairly well, with a metal pole by her side, she swung the thing like a regular baseball bat. With each violent swing, she took down a horde of those creatures without breaking a sweat. She laughed to herself, proud that she was able to do this without the brother's help; not that she didn't appreciate it when they did help.

Noticing you running past her like a headless chicken, April stalked behind the creature, closely examining the frantic path you were taking. With a nod of her head, more to herself than you, April dashed over to a wall, hiding behind it like a shadow in the night.

A clanging sound caught your attention as you scrambled around the streets of New York, hurdling over debris and smashed cars. Haphazardly looking around, you caught April dinging the metal pole against the wall, she soon smiled when she caught your attention. Miming, she pointed to the wall with her finger, giving you a quick thumbs up, which you returned, before dipping her head back behind the wall.

With your silent plan, you dashed towards the wall, taking a hard left with the monster following closely behind. But before it could nab you, April swung the metal pole directly into its face, knocking the creature out instantly; it all felt like a moment from a Tom and Jerry cartoon.

You both shared a moment of accomplishment, cheering and hollering about your small victory. But the loud, voice-cracked wail from Casey halted any further celebratory dances. April gripped her pole a little tighter, "C'mon, we gotta go help him."

"S-stay back! I'm warning you, I'm crazy!" Casey rattled out, back against the wall. There were far too many for him to face alone, and with just a hockey stick by his side? It would be impossible for him to come out unscathed. The Kraang monsters continued in on their approach, the green eyes of Casey's mask bouncing from one creature to another, "I swear I'm crazy, who knows what I'll do next? Have you even met my mom? She's crazier than me!"

But the beasts didn't care, they just growled and snarled, claws ready to pounce. Casey released a small whimper, clutching his hockey stick with all his strength. He sent a fleeting glance to the key perched high up on the tallest building in all of New York, a sense of disappointment flooding his bones.

"APRILLLLLLL O'NEILLLL!"

A swift kick to the head here and a mighty punch to the chest there. After a few minutes of commotion, Casey was finally able to see the peeking heads of you and April, fighting the crowds and boosting his morale. Wide eyes soon turned into determined ones, and once more, Casey gripped his hockey stick with purpose and scrambled to help you.

You marvelled at how well you all worked together as a team when, essentially, you had no prior training together. April would whack a foe into confusion, then you'd come in and offer some painful punches and fleeting kicks anywhere you could land, and finally, Casey would come in for the final blow.

Once enough of the mob was down, you turned to Casey with hopeful eyes, "You need to go!" he nodded his head along, but with the crowds getting right back up, his lip began to tremble. You recognised that face, it was the same expression Leo gave you whenever he was worried about you. He had a different one for every Hamato Clan member: Raph's was a furrowed brow while Donnie's was a jutted lip, Mikey was given puppy dog eyes and Splinter a hand on his hip.

But when it came to you, Leo's whole face changed. His lips would go flat, dipped at the ends in a small frown. His brows would lift enough to give him creases, but his eyes...his eyes were always what gave him away. They'd go big and shaky, he always looked like he was on the verge of tears. Battling his inner demons, begging them to let him stay with you but knowing he had to go off and do superhero shit.

Perhaps with Casey looking up to Leo like a father figure, he might have learnt a few things.

In a much calmer voice, you gave him a warm smile, "Go, we've got this." He fled the scene quickly after that, putting his trust in you and hopefully he wouldn't regret leaving you to fight these creatures alone. You turned back to see April riding one of the varmints, screaming and raising her metal pole in the air; you would have been impressed if you weren't back immediately into the action.

---

Wind flew past Donnie's ears, his limbs falling slack and yet, he felt as light as a feather. But the overwhelming feeling of gravity pushing down on his chest startled him awake, only to realise he was in the air and falling fast. Hysteria settled in, perhaps a panic attack; he used to be prone to them when he was younger but he thought it was a phase he grew out of.

An unconscious Mikey drifted past him, although Mikey was a lighter build compared to himself, the youngest brother was dropping quicker. Donnie tried getting closer to the box turtle, eventually landing on swimming toward him, not his finest moment. But it worked. Grabbing onto Mikey's arm, Donnie pulled him tight against his chest, conjuring all his ninpo energy into protecting them both.

Purple formed around them, a hard barrier that in theory should save them a few broken bones and in the worst-case scenario, death. Donnie could see the ground getting closer, soon there would be an impact and he'd see if he was strong enough to protect not only himself but his brother, who he cared deeply for.

Velocity wasn't on the brother's side as they came crashing down into the hard concrete of the New Jersey docks, rubble and pavement scattered along the ground, the purple light that engulfed the duo cracked and shattered. Donnie's head was pounding while his legs ached, flinching upwards he caught his walking appendages hanging off the edge of the concrete mass he had found himself lying on top of, bruised and dirty.

"Mikey!" He gasped, sitting up quickly and regretting it. If Donnie thought the throbbing sensation was bad before then this was like nothing he had ever experienced. But that didn't matter, he had to check on Michaelangelo.

Shaking Miguel's body only brought up more fear and bile in Donnie's throat, he just had to wake up, he had already lost one brother. Thankfully, Mikey woke up with a scream, lungs intaking so much air Donnie feared he would pass out again.

"Easy, Miguel, breathe. That's it, just in and out...you're okay, we're okay." Donnie's hushed words brought Mikey back to a state of normalcy. Looking around he caught the familiar sights of Jersey and cringed, "W-where?"

"Jersey." Donnie answered curtly, quickly checking for any major injuries, "I think, at least, it smell's like Jersey." When he found nothing but light scratches, he arose and moved closer to the water, looking up at the Technodrome coming through the clouds. Mikey soon joined him, eyes wide and hands shaking, "Is he-"

"Leo's still up there, yes." Donnie sighed, he should be there with his brother. Fighting alongside him, sometimes he may despise his 'twin' dearly, but even with all that background knowledge, Leo shouldn't be alone.

"W-we need to find the others, how do we get back?" Mikey spluttered out, brainstorming was never his favourite thing in the world, and currently, his brain hurt too much to even think about thinking. Donnie rubbed his chin, "While I agree, we have no immediate way to find them and get to them before, effectively, the world ends."

Mikey huffed, but when an idea imploded in his head he clicked his fingers in glee, "I got it! We can use my mystic hands!"

"Sigh, Mikey. No offence, but every time you've used your, quote-on-quote, 'mystic hands', it's never worked. So please, praytell, why you think it would work now?"

"Because I believe it will."

"Just how like you believe in Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy?"

"Santa is real, Donnie. How do you explain the presents under the tree an-and the cookies?"

"Mikey that's- ugh, you know what? we'll just swim."

--

Leo stood alone as he faced off against the Kraang Leader, watching as he circled him. Without his brothers by his side, Leo felt a little powerless. All the biggest, baddest foes he had ever fought were alongside his brothers, all working as a team to take down a common enemy. But right now, here was a common enemy with only one brother left to fight it.

He had no doubt that Mikey and Donnie would find a way back up here to help him, that's if they made it of course. God, he hoped they made it.

Leo grew impatient with the Kraang, glaring, assessing him as he paced in a wide circle around him. His fingers fluttered along the handles of his blades, deciding that he had to be the one to strike first. With a running start, Leo charged towards the Kraang, clashing his katanas against the metal armour with a fiery passion.

The Kraang Leader wasn't that impressed, he had seen better combat in the Battle Nexus in 1847. But Leo pressed on, making small cuts and scratches against the alien metal. The Kraang barely felt any of it, the armour too thick for the blades to penetrate the skin, or even cut a metallic limb off for that matter. With each swing, Leo grew tired, using all his energy to make the most damage.

The Kraang used this opportunity to slash Leo with the back of his hand, sending the teen flailing towards the grounds of New York City. In a quickly-paced thought, Leo threw one of his katanas towards the floating pile of concrete he called a battleground, while the other was crushed in the palm of his hand.

He tried to aim for a delicate landing but ultimately skidded down tall skyscrapers hoping it would break his fall. His one blade was lodged in the windows of the building, tearing it apart as he plunged down to the bottom. Once on the ground with shaky knees and a panting chest, Leo dislodged his katana and steadied himself.

He looked up towards the floating mass above, brows furrowed. A rich blue light brought his attention back down to his weapon, Leo took a moment to breathe before he would vanish and reappear back into the fight.

"LEO!" Called a voice from the distance, he knew that voice anywhere. You were panicking, he could pick that up from your tone alone. Before Leo could even respond your arms were thrown around his neck and your face was pressed snuggly against his plastron. Leo wrapped his arms around you, basking in the smell of your shampoo mixed with the copper smell of blood and sweat.

"I was so worried about you," you huffed out, refusing to move from his grasp. Leo's hands shuffled up and down your arms, slowly pulling you away from him so he could get a proper look at you, "Hey, don't worry. It's not like I'm going anywhere." he smirked. But on the inside he was hiding pain, he was still hurting.

"Where are your brothers?" you asked, finally taking a minute to look around and see that he was on his own. Leo grimaced, "I got separated from Mikey and Donnie." was all he said. You raised a brow, "Ooo-kay," you hummed, "So, where's Raph?"

Leo's eyes widened, he could see it in your own gaze that you were just as confused. The red-eared slider couldn't look at you, instead opting to turn away and look at the cracked concrete ground. Your fingertips traced along his jawline, willing him to look back at you. Although he moved his head to face you, Leo kept his eyes down, "We- I couldn't save him."

You gasped, hands covering your mouth as your pupils shook and salty tears began to build up in the corners of your eyes. Leo gripped your hands, needing to feel some form of contact with you. Even in a possible apocalypse, you were always warm. My little toaster he would often say.

"Are April and Casey-" he trailed off, you nodded your head, "Yeah, no yeah, they're fine. Casey's heading for the key just like you planned, me and April are protecting him."

"What about dad?"

You stilled at the question, Leo watching your face very carefully. Your tears had been running freely down your face, your nose was stuffy, your eyes red and lips trembling. Leo's grip on you loosened a little as realisation kicked in, "Oh," was all he said. Pulling away, Leo looked back up at his floating battleground, his one-stop tour.

"I-I need to go, I have to get back up there and end this."

"On your own?" you questioned, sounding slightly mad. Leo knew he needed to tread lightly, he didn't want to scare you but with his track record over the last few hours he doubted he'd be able to stop you from losing it. He pulled you in for another bone-crushing hug, "I'll come back to you, I promise."

"And you never break your promises." you pressed, a silent agreement that he would return otherwise you'd search all heaven and hell until you found him again. He leaned in and pressed a deep kiss against your lips, you didn't even have time to react before he was pulling away. He flicked his attention down to the glowing blue blade in his hand, "Make sure Casey gets to that key, it's our only chance." he spoke, sounding like a true leader.

You gave him a brief salute, a small smile gracing his lips. In a quick flash, Leo was gone and you were left alone. A shuddering breath passed through your mouth, so not only had you lost Master Splinter but also Raphael too? Those Kraang bastards can rot in hell. With a new vengeance fueling your thoughts, you dashed back to the fight and joined April.

--

When Leo reappeared in front of an awaiting Kraang Leader, tensions were high. The monster in question stood with his mechanical arms folded along his chest, a devilish smirk gracing his features, "Oh, I see you've returned then? Good. I was looking forward to an actual fight with you, finally, I'll be able to put you out of your misery."

"Funny?" Leo lightly laughed, getting into a battle stance, "I was gonna say the same thing about you, Squiddy." The Kraang growled, moving faster than light and heading straight for Leonardo. Although this wasn't Leo's first time battling a, quote-on-quote, 'God'. Leo dug one of his katana blades into the ground, disrupting the concrete and rocks. He then skidded along the floor, avoiding the grasp of the Kraang.

He sent the demon a quick smirk before running at him with his weapons raised high. Each slash was accompanied by a beaming blue light, flashing in and out of existence just like Leonardo. Just like the Kraang, Leo was fast and it quickly grew tiresome for the villain.

"Enough!" he yelled, grabbing Leo by the throat as another portal appeared. He squeezed his windpipes before throwing him to the ground, but Leo got back up again. Coughing as he stood, Leo braced his arms out in front of him, weapons still in his clutches.

"C'mon, Pinky, is that all you've got?" if he couldn't hurt him physically then damaging him mentally would do the trick. Leo narrowly avoided a red laser blast shooting his way, using his swords as a barricade more than actual killing and cutting tools. The occasional red beam would scrape his arm or graze his thigh, but Leo kept fighting.

"You think you're going to win? Your fighting will only lead to everyone around you dying! Think, Leonardo! We will outlast you all, you insignificant, fragile beings. You might even live long enough to see this world crumble to dust and be blown away! Everyone and everything you have ever known will be gone! And what will you have left?"

"Hope. I'll have hope." Leo hummed, running forward one final time and slashing at the Kraang with everything he had. He was making good marks too, hitting the Kraang in the joints of the suit, scrapping his blades along tender muscles. At one point he was able to scar the Kraang's actual face. But like life, all good moments are immediately crushed by the bad and Leo was slammed against the ground once more.

Though this time it really hurt like hell.

The Kraang watched on from the distance, smirking widely as Leo's body shook on the ground. Leonardo blinked his eyes open a few times before they remained that way, spitting out some blood to the side and groaning in pain. He held his stomach as he stood on quivering knees, using his katanas as an aid.

Cuts and bruises littered his arms and legs, some were bleeding while others were crammed with dirt and small rocks. Leo panted, his weapons illuminating a deep blue, runes running along the bladed edges. The Kraang cackled, slowly walking over to him.

--

Casey huffed and panted as he made it to the top of Metro Tower, he wiped away the slickness of sweat building up on his forehead. His mask was pulled back and his hockey stick strapped to his rear, he could hear static coming through the makeshift com device Donnie had given him when they were all in the Turtle Tank.

"Casey? Casey, come in? Casey, do you hear me?" Leo's voice filtered in and out of existence. Casey rapidly shook his head, even if Master Leonardo couldn't see it, "Yes, Sensei, I'm here. I've got eyes on the key, just tell me when you're home free and I'll pull this sucker out."

Leo grimaced, shining red eyes getting closer and closer towards him. With a jerky breath, Leon spoke, "Casey, listen to me. When I get to the other side, you close that door."

"W-what? Sensei, no!" Casey struggled to speak, his breathing was becoming random, his chest was tightening. Unfortunately for Leonardo, his heroic sacrifice was broadcasted to everyone, including you.

You crumbled to the ground, tears streaming down your face, "Leo..." you muttered out under a muted breath. April dropped the metal pole from her hands, her eyes were wide and mouth agape. Donnie and Mikey were still on Staten Island, arguing about how to get back into the fight to stop Leo from doing something stupid.

"Casey, it's the only way." he carried on, "The Kraang are too strong, he's not gonna stay on the other side unless I keep him there." His blades were pulled close to his chest as the Kraang swung a fist.

"B-but, there has to be a-another way!" Casey desperately begged, hand hovering over the key. Leo gruffed, taking another punch like a champ, "W-we tried, Cass. This is the only way."

Leo's words broke you, not him, you couldn't lose him too. You had already lost so much, this family had already lost so much. What would you do without Leon by your side? You begged and pleaded to whoever would listen, your voice going hoarse, "Leo, please don't do this!" you cried.

Leo swallowed down a choking cry, his throat closing tightly as the words left his lips, "Pfft, you're the one who said we should keep fighting for what's right no matter the consequences."

"I lied, I was wrong, just please don't do this...I'll never get to see you again." you whispered, big eyes staring up at the Technodrome; he was up there somewhere.

Leo held back another sniffle, but a tear rolled down his cheek along the edges of the red crescent moons that coated his eyes, "Of course, you'll see me again, I still owe you that pizza date." The coms fizzled out for a brief moment, Leo fully pulled back into the boss battle.

"Outmatched and alone, yet you persist." the Kraang laughed, "And for what? Honour? Redemption? Sacrifice? All meaningless."

"We'll see about that." Leo growled, running into the fight once more. He threw one of his blades towards the Kraang, but it missed him completely. With a hero's sacrifice on his mind, Leo leapt up against the Kraang plunging his other katana into the Kraang's chest plates. The Kraang Leader let out a ferocious roar, yanking Leo off of him.

He quickly pinned Leonardo to the ground, his breath fanning across the reptile's bruised face. Leo's com continued to buzz in static, Casey's voicer wavering through, "Leo, please, please don't do this!"

Leo's hands gripped the Kraang's shoulders, trying to wrestle him away to no avail, "Hey listen," he starts. Leo's head dips out of the way when drool pools beside his mask, "Future me would be super proud of you, I just know it. I'm proud of you."

The Kraang above him laughed, his grip on the turtle tightening, "Weak words, weak actions. I have forever known what you fail to understand, strength will always prevail."

Leon smirked up at the Kraang, his eyes half-cast, "And what you failed to understand is that I missed on purpose." he quickly grabbed the katana handle sticking out of the Kraang's chest. Once the leader of the Kraang realised what was happening he quickly tried to pull it out, but it was already too late. The moment the blade left his suit, the two of them were already in the Prison Dimension and the rouge blade was left to fall to the grounds of New York.

"CASEY! NOW!" Leo yelled, growling at the Kraang, using all his willpower to keep him in place. With reluctance on the other side, Casey tugged the key out with as much force as he could fathom. And when he did...

The top of the tower began to explode, along with the Technodrome. The world lit up in yellow and orange flames, the sky covered in smoke and dead alien tentacles. But the monsters are still attacking, still fighting on even when their general is nowhere to be seen. You've managed to find yourself a plain of broken glass, the jagged edges cut your palms but the weapon proves to be useful.

You slash the creature's throat, watching as it oozed green. It dropped to the ground, and then another and another. More and more of these creatures fell to the floor, a hive mind but the mind had been separated. You could finally see April from the other side of the street, between you laid bodies of countless ooey gooey aliens.

"T-they did it.." you muttered, hand going to your mouth out of shock and then morning. He was gone, Leo was gone. Forever trapped in the Prison Dimension. Tears poured down your cheeks, "Oh my god, April...He's gone." you bawled out. April watched you from the other side of the street, sadness written across her face. But what started as sorrow contorted into fear, "Watch out!" she yelled.

A breath spluttered past your lips, the whole world momentarily fell silent. You could feel your heartbeat in your chest, it almost hurt. Your vision was going blurry, you could nearly make out April's wide-eyed expression. Following her gaze, you caught the silver blade coated in red.

"Oh..." you puffed out, looking back up at her with your own horrified expression. You suddenly felt faint, like you could pass out at any momen-

--

"You've been portal-chopped!" Leo bragged, folding his arms over his chest while he floated around aimlessly. Of course, he was absolutely terrified. Trapped alone forever with a dangerous enemy who despised him and the air he breathed.

The glare he received from the Kraang could have killed him. With a burning vengeance, the Kraang launched at him. Leo was thrown through brick wall after brick wall, he was shot and blasted by lasers, punched and kicked until he bled. But he never fought back, he had no reason to. Everyone on Earth was safe, his brothers, April, you.

As long as Squidward was here, he couldn't harm them. And the only way to keep Squiddy in the Prison Dimension was to give him a target to let out all his anger. Maybe the Kraang would kill him immediately, he hoped that would be the case; he didn't want to suffer.

Or maybe he'd grow bored of beating the ever-living shit out of Leo and move on, letting the poor turtle die from a punctured lung or something.

"You think you've won, YOU WRETCHED LITTLE PEST!" the Kraang screamed, his face a deep red instead of the pastel pink it was before. With another punch to the face, Leo whistles, he thinks he might have swallowed a tooth with that one. But he's okay with that, who needs teeth anyway?

That sounded like something you would say, like that time you had cracked your baby tooth on a chicken nugget. Leo remembers howling with laughter and you had just shrugged it off, "It's only a baby tooth, besides if I do lose all my teeth I can just eat mush for the rest of my life. Like, realistically, who needs teeth anyway?"

He smiles at the memory, at least he can still remember it too; probably means he don't had an concussion...okay so maybe he did have a concussion.

But he'd die happy if you were his final thoughts, you and his family. Mikey, Donnie and Raph would be sat in their respective chairs for a movie night, April crashing on the beanbag with you huddled to his side. Jupiter Jim would be on the screen until Splinter would crash the movie night and force everyone to watch Lou Jitsu.

"You ruined everything! And now you, you will face my wrath all alone!" The Kraang seethed, veins popping out of his head. The metallic fist of his suit was littered with red splotches, and they only seemed to increase the more he hit Leo.

What would Christmas have been like? Leo starts to wonder, eyes blinking shut into an inky abyss. It would have been your second Christmas together as a couple, or was it your first? The details were starting to get fuzzy. No matter, Leo can see how the day would go anyway.

Mikey would have woken everyone up bright and early, you and April would have stayed over the night before. You'd all sit by the tree and spend the morning opening presents and such, many 'thank yous' and fake 'I love its' chorused around the room.

A team effort to create such a beautiful Christmas spread, which would have taken hours to make but only minutes to eat; especially with Raph around. The feelings made him feel all fluttery inside, warm even.

"WIPE THAT GRIN OFF OF YOUR FACE!" The Kraang screamed, rolling back his fist and with a powerful blow sent Leo out into the empty space of the Prison Dimension. A trail of dirt and smoke followed behind him, a broken sob the only sound in the area. Leo weakly pulled out the photo Casey had given April earlier that day, he had swiped it just before the mission to retrieve the key in the first place.

He looked at that photo now, you were still a family just...smaller. A lone tear rolled down his cheek, clutching the photo to his chest Leo's body rattled with cries.

--

Donnie watched in awe and guilt as the Technodrome ceased to exist, gone like the entire alien population. Given the context clues, Donnie knew Leo wasn't here anymore. It was almost more frustrating than losing Raph, at least he knew with Raph there was no chance of getting him back. But with Leo? Donnie would have to live with the knowledge that he was somewhere out there, unable to come home.

Something wet fell onto Donnie's cheek, with a slow glance and a shaking hand, Donnie found a tear. He- he was crying? The emotionless bad boy who had to maintain a perfect image was...crying? From his left he could hear Mikey panting for breath, with a deep sigh he spoke out, "Mikey, give up already. He's gone."

Sometimes Donnie hated being the realistic but pessimistic one. Mikey shook his head, eyes focused and brows furrowed, "Leo never gave up on us, so I'm not giving up on him."

The tears that blotched his usually happy-go-lucky face dripped onto the concrete below them, turning the light brown into a dark grey. He continued to push and pull his arms out, fingers flexing and turning just to create something. He believed he could do it, he knew he could do it, he hoped he could do it.

When all yearning seemed lost, orange flicks of light burst out of the air. Slowly, more and more appeared all ranging in colour. Donnie's brows shifted, flinching upwards as he jumped to Mikey's side, "Mikey, whatever you're doing keep going!" he cheered. This was amazing, never before had he seen something like this; and by his younger brother no less!

But Mikey wasn't strong enough, his skin flacking away, leaving behind an orange-tinted body. Mikey gave a shakey look towards Donnie, fear in his eyes. The taller brother quickly attempted to soothe him, "I'm here, Miguel." the moment Donnie touched Mikey a powerful energy burst through him. Michaelangelo's left eye lit a neon yellow, "It's- it's not enough! W-we need Raph here!"

Donnie's eyes filled with sorrow, "But he's not here, Mikey! We have to open this portal now!"

Mikey flinched at Donnie's tone, but when another hand graced his shoulder, his posture relaxed. Looking to his right, a lime green hand caught his attention, "R-Raph?" Mikey cried. Raphael's form was lit with white accents, looking the exact same as when he appeared to Leonardo.

"I'm here, Mikey." his calm voice sent a whole new wave of emotions over the remaining brothers. Mikey's right eye was now lit to a bright yellow, a true sign that his power was increasing. With a curt nod to Donnie, Raph faced the portal and helped his brothers balance the mystic power flowing through them. Little by little the portal opened more and more, Mikey released a painful scream as his entire being chipped away.

But it wasn't strong enough, even with the three brothers using all their might. Donnie shook his head, a few more tears dribbling down his cheeks, "It's not working!"

"I-I don't know what to do!" Mikey cried out, his hands shaking. A shiver crept up Donnie's spine, turning his head away from the partially formed portal, he caught a small figure in the distance. The figure was lit all in white, a ghostly green aura surrounding them. Stepping forward, the height of the individual shrunk until they were just above Donnie's hip.

"D-dad?" Donatello questioned, his voice wavering. Splinter placed cold hands along his two son's arms, wrapping a comforting tail around Raph's legs. Although Mikey and Donnie couldn't feel his usually warm touch, they did feel a warmth radiate their hearts.

"My sons." Splinter spoke.

With the final member of the Hamato clan beside them, Mikey let out a roar as the mystic magic spluttering from his hands formed an orange portal. Every ounce of love, grief and hope went into creating it.

The view inside the portal swiftly changed from the docks of Staten Island to the deep purples and navy blues of the Prison Dimension. The entire place was desolate, save for a few spiralling rocks and the lone body floating without meaning.

"Leo?" Donnie questioned, but once he caught sight of that blue bandana, Donnie all but screamed his name, "LEO!"

Said turtle slowly turned around, eyes wide and blurry. A small smile lit up his face, even if the action caused him to wince, "Took you guys long enough." he joked. With an outstretched arm, Leo waited for his brothers to pull him in. Donnie formed a long extension of his bo staff, like a fireman's ladder it effectively reached Leo long enough for him to grab a hold of it and slowly pull him back.

But a dimmer shadow lay lurking in the dark, the Kraang Leader leapt from crumbled buildings to burning cars; clawing his way to the injured turtle. His right eye twitched, no doubt from the pure anger that fueled him, "You shall not escape me, Leonardo!" he wailed.

"No, no, no, not again." Mikey mumbled out, he shrieked and a powerful orange wave burst from his chest. Leo held onto Donnie's bo stick for dear life, while the Kraang was sent flying into the deep depths of space, "NOOOOOooooo!" his voice fading out.

With the threat now gone, Donnie continued to pull Leo back into the real world, all while the possibility of Mikey accidentally closing the portal was very real. When Donnie's hand grabbed at Leo's, his bemused twin swore he'd never let go. Leo collapsed into Donnie's arms, nearly bringing the soft-shell turtle down with him.

The genius carefully laid Leo down onto his shell, closely examining him and frowning at all the possible internal injuries that no doubt plagued his body. Mikey looked at Leo with a smile, the flakes of his skin had not been restored when the portal closed, and Mikey's whole frame began to shake.

"I-I feel like jelly..." were his last words before he passed out, colliding with the floor. Donnie and Leo called out his name, but it fell on deaf ears. Donnie left Leo's side, how was he meant to look after two brothers all on his own?

The spirits of Raph and Splinter watched on, and although they felt present, they couldn't do much to help but look on in worry. Leo looked over to their father, fresh tears falling, "Dad..." he whispered. Splinter switched his attention to the newly crested leader, his ears twitching, "Blue-" he stopped. He grabbed his ears, a painful expression on his face. Raph grabbed his father's shoulder, "Pops, what's wrong?"

"I-I feel another." was all he said, looking off towards the city. Leo tried to follow his gaze, but any head movement caused a tremendous amount of pain, "Is Mikey?" he trailed off, unwilling to truly finish his thought.

Splinter shook his head, "No, his spirit is still very much in reality."

"I can confirm Mikey is just tired, maybe?" Donnie shut one of Mikey's eyelids. Leo cringed while moving to a sitting position, "Maybe?"

"Weeeell, he could be like this for an unknown number of days."

"Donnie, you just described a coma." Leo pointed out, Donnie shrugged his shoulders, "Oh, did I? Weird. Anyway, from what I can gather he seems to be fine. Vitals are steady and his breathing is fine, we just need to get him somewhere comfortable and wait."

"Dad," Leo wanted to ask his father what he meant by 'there is another', but found that his chance was gone. The spot where Raphael and Splinter stood was empty, blank, void of any supernatural spirits.

"Donnie, we need to get to the others. I need to see (Y/N)."

"And how do you suppose we do that, Mikey's unconscious. And if you haven't noticed, you're severely injured? Besides we have no way of getting out of here." Donnie threw his arms up in the air, today had been a very long day.

"Where is here exactly?"

"New Jersey."

Leo cringed, "Ugh, New Jersey? Are you kiddin' me?"

--

The blue handle made it harder to sit like a normal human being, but that was the least of your problems. What alarmed you more than anything is that you wouldn't be able to see you're family again, explain to them why this had happened; tell them about the double life you lived.

But you smiled in comfort at the thought of possibly being able to see Leo again, heck, maybe even Raph and Splinter if that afterlife place was real. Though you were certain you were the only one comfortable with dying, April and Casey were surrounding you with guilty chants and pleas to keep your eyes open.

They were good friends, well April was. Casey you had only known for a few hours, but he seemed like a nice kid. There was no doubt in your mind that you would have been good friends in the future. Speaking of the future, you could see it in Casey's eyes that this had happened before. Something about the look of deja vu that crossed his face.

Had you died in the future?

"(Y/N)?", you creased your eyes shut as a blue portal formed in the distance. The light hurt, and you would have made a joke about heaven and shit, but now didn't feel like the right time. Leo was being held up by Donnie's right arm, limping over to you with hurry. April and Casey moved out of the way, rushing to help Donnie who was carrying an unconscious Mikey over his left shoulder.

Leo's jaw dropped when he caught his blade plunged into your chest, his throat ran dry. His hands moved to cup your face, thumbing away the tears that were threatening to break through "H-how?" he stuttered out.

You let a whimper fall past your lips, your breath cold, "Just my l-luck, right?" you tried to smile. Leo held back a sob, not you, he couldn't lose you. One of your hands managed to grab a hold of his own, squeezing with everything you had left, "I'll say hello for you." your sweet voice becoming breathless.

Leo squeezed back with just as much love, "You better look after them up there, my dad may be a ninja master but he's also pretty senile." You tried to laugh, you really did, but it ended with you in a coughing fit. Leo looked panicked, holding your shoulder to keep you upright, "Hey, calm down, I still need to take you on that pizza date. I-if you leave, then I'll make you pay for the n-next one."

"I'll p-pay for all of them." Leo looked into your eyes, watching the life drain from your face and the colour of your cheeks pale, "Please don't go." he whimpered, lip trembling. You rubbed a bloodied hand against his cheek, cooing at him, "I have to say goodbye."

"What if I don't want to say goodbye? Please, just let me be selfish this once. Stay with me." he begged, invading your personal space as much as he could, he needed to feel you before he lost the chance. You once again smiled, this time, however, your lips barely moved.

"I'll be waiting for you, I promise."

That line almost broke Leo, "A-and you always k-keep your p-promises." You nodded weakly, Leo leaned in closer, smushing his lips against yours. You followed along, the last of your remaining strength sent into making sure he knew you loved him. You held back the trembling lips and the cracked voice, he didn't need to hear that.

As you kissed, Leo could feel the lack of your presence against him. He could no longer feel you pushing. Pulling away, Leo didn't need to look to know. He just tugged you into his chest, kissing your head and relaying that he loved you.

"I love you so god damn much." he wheezed, tightening his hold on you. And that's where he sat for hours, scared to let you go. His remaining family all bowed their heads, the clean up on New York could wait. Leo's cries for you to come back, to wake up, echoed along the city streets. But he knew deep down, that everything must come to an end.

[ts1depot]

Warning: Avoid Mod the Sims Forums

So, this has got to be the weirdest, most embarrassing turn of events for me, but I had to get this off my chest.

I've been on Mod the Sims forever. It's been the most helpful place I've ever been to in terms of troubleshooting issues, particularly with Create a World. Because of this, I am hugely indebted to the site and the amazing tutorials and advice that still continues to be a treasure trove to this day.

But as of 2024, I can't recommend the forums anymore. It's weird, because in the wake of EA announcing that it was closing the official forums for Sims 3, I was recommending making a jump to Mod the Sims. The reason why is that it has great regulars who are the most knowledgeable of the sims community, and the forum software is great.

However, I wound up with egg on my face. No sooner was I encouraging people to jump to the MTS forums, they became the epicenter of tons of drama because of several troublemakers creating chaos there. I won't go into too much detail about Problem Poster #1, because apparently, it's not politically correct to complain about someone who might genuinely be mentally disabled.

Problem Poster #2 was a straight up psycho, getting triggered because she got a dislike on her posts, which always happens at MTS. (Even the two popular regulars/retired mods at MTS have gotten downvotes.) She then started baiting posters by accusing anyone who disagreed with her about Sims 3 or Paralives as "working for EA/Paralives."

One thing led to another and her posts became increasingly incoherent, practically screaming with rage and throwing out paranoid accusations that people were "watching her", that the forum was full of "jealous bitches" and "whores."

No amount of reassuring her that nothing was going on could calm her down and that everyone gets dislikes. If anything, the more people talked to her, the crazier she got. Naturally, with someone making a spectacle of themselves, this brought even more dislikes (because you know how it goes when someone makes a mountain out of a molehill).

By Day Three of her irrational, crazed rampage, she was cackling about how the dwindling of dislikes was "proof" that blocking people showed that there was a group of "jealous bitches" following her, when the reality is that people had stopped wasting time with dislikes and were just reporting her to get banned. Then she started attacking me, calling me a bitch repeatedly, accusing me of "starting it" and stalking her for three days.

Instead of banning her, the admins at MTS didn't. They merely removed the posts where she went full blown Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs and let her more rational posts stand to just pretend that none of this happened.

Then they allowed her to pretty much remain, with the illusion that she's a pinnacle of the community. But if you see the posts that the admins left standing to make her look rational, you can nevertheless see the signs of when she started to mentally unravel.

This is not even the first time this type of thing has happened, not just to me, but to another poster. I remember there being drama last year when a poster got a temporary suspension for supposedly being racist against Asians, when she was Asian herself.

So, that was it for me. I've been an active member of MTS since 2012, both as someone seeking advice, but also someone wanting to give back to the forum out of gratitude for all the help it had given me. I even gave a shout out to the forum in my latest world and posted links to it from my website. I don't know if the people who own and run the site have changed hands or just stopped giving a fuck in the wake of the pandemic or dwindling visitors and ad revenue, but I won't be posting at MTS anymore and I don't recommend the forums to anyone. When you allow an unhinged person to go off and then "cover their tracks," I can only imagine what other horrible, nasty things that posters have said that were also hidden from view.

[ahgasegotarmy116]

so it's apparent that difh jungkook and his wife's marriage was an arranged marriage which started off okay, but at some point, went downhill. what made his wife realise that jungkook wasn't the man that she had thought she had married and what kind of husband was he towards her? he must've been cold and calculated for her to completely stop trying and give up on him.

Stumbling into the house past three am has become somewhat of a habit these days and no matter how much she tells me off I just don't really care anymore.

"Really Jungkook? Have another important meeting tonight?" my wife says, walking out of our bedroom to greet me at the front door. "Yes actually it was" I say while kicking off my shoes and walking past her, tuning out half of what she says while I walk into our bedroom.

"So business meetings happen at strip clubs these days huh?" she says while I get undressed, not bothering to hide the mark one of the girls left on me. "Honey I don't get to choose the location of these meetings we have" I slur out and make my way into the bathroom.

"Bullshit! You're the son of the CEO and the head supervisor on this project. You had more than enough pull to pick the location" she calls my bluff, following after me.

"The whole team wanted to go alright? Now can you please keep your voice down? Pretty sure our son is trying to sleep" I say while turning on the shower and waiting for the water to heat up.

"Like you care" she scoffs, crossing her arms and turning her face away from me. "Not like you give a damn about him these days anyways" she mumbles and I know I have no grounds to argue on that.

"I'll take him to go get ice cream or something this weekend now are you gonna get in or not?" I ask her as I open the shower door wider for her.

"If you think I'm gonna shower with you after you pull a stunt like this then you're even crazier than I thought you were" she growls at me before storming out, slamming the bathroom door behind her.

~~~~

After I finish getting dressed I'm met with an empty bed and a soft knocking on my door.

I open it slowly and watch as my seven year old son yawns while rubbing his eye before looking up at me. "Daddy why is Mommy crying?" he asks, his bright doe eyes the spitting image of how mine used to look.

"Mommy and Daddy just had a little fight Bud, don't worry about it. Let's get you back to bed yeah?" I say, turning him around and walking him back over to his room and tucking him in.

"Please don't fight with Mommy anymore. She's always so sad because she misses you. I miss you too" he says while dozing off again. "Okay buddy I'll try, now go back to sleep. Things will look better in the morning"

"Promise?" he asks through a yawn. "Promise" I respond before giving him a quick kiss on the head and closing his door behind me.

~~~~~

Just an example of how their family dynamic was when it was getting to the breaking point.

Hope that answered your question 🥰

[insanityclause]

The proximity is alarming… in a Conor Kennedy way. - oh come on. Clearly London is so small it’s the only place she could find. Total coincidence!

I jest. It has long been weird but this takes the cake. One or both of them need to seek closure and let TH go.

Also, is it me or has this break up made her fans even more unbearable than usual? Just got into a new fandom and followed someone on Twitter only to discover they were a sw*ftie when they claimed HS was PR and then started shipping an actor in the show with TS. SIGH.

2)

The proximity is alarming… in a Conor Kennedy way.

But Saney, you don't understand!!! London is such a small town and Primrose Hill is literally the only neighbourhood and there are so few houses. It was that house or under a bridge!! /sarcasm

On a serious note, I really don't know what to think about this...

3)

wow. That is some coincidence.

4)

Omg… about the house… they could almost share backyards.. and she knows where he lives, there is no way she doesn’t // or her “team” do the research about the area of where she buys houses,etc… what is even crazier is that she was renting/staying in a house on park hill road, like a 2 min drive from where he is… this is weird

(Somehow it got weirder, didn't it??)

5)

North London is known to be celebrity central. Lots of industry people live there and the place is more infested with paparazzi than NYC is with rats. Doesn't exactly seem like an ideal location for people who were apparently obsessed with their privacy.

The fact that it's also super close to her ex-boyfriend is Stephen King level of disturbing and Tom and Zawe need to move to Hampstead if she does still buy it.

Not to mention with her money she could afford Kensington or Belgravia which is way more private

(Right??? Even in north London, Zoopla has probably half a dozen houses today that are same size/price range/with more security, and yet they chose this???)

6)

I know this is unreasonable, but I am a little bit angry that they actually offered on a property so close to Tom. I don't care if it was somewhat close to the Primrose Hill property they had been renting, surely they could have found something that wasn't around the corner from him and Zawe? It feels so disrespectful and gross.

7)

Did TS not already have a house with J in the same area? Was this one seriously closer to TH and Z??

(It is seriously close - like, 500 ft away, per Google maps; about half the distance that the other place was.)

[muggycuphead]

weird flex but ok i guess pt.33

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War…Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ (and dark themed) designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [XXVIII]

1. it was an accident it was an accident it was an accident

(Having his bad stuff spitted out already, yet resigned on what’s just happening still, BF decides to go to GF, who’s still crying, and holds her face with a compassionate look on his face)

(GF whimpers) “I-I’m sorry, I really…”

(BF cuts her off) “It’s okay, it wasn’t really you who caused this” (Hugs her) “I know you would never do something to hurt me or my fams…This was just…nasty luck for you and me…” (Softly tightens his grip onto GF)

(GF just breaks crying again, corresponding BF’s hug)

This is really sad, Alexa play sad violin :’’’(

2. Two-sided come-overs

(Suddenly, two cars ride and park over near where the fire is, and from each cars, a side of GF and BF’s families come over and go to them)

(McBleep walks over to BF, deeply worried) “BF, ma’ boy!!”

(Sissy follows from behind) “Lil B! Oh god!”

(BF turns from surprise) “Sis! …Papa?!”

(Garson walks over quickly, worried yet clearly pissed) (Scolding tone) “Young Ms. Dearest!”

(GF turns from surprise as well) “Garson?!”

Yeah I gave the demon guy a name, now shush

Still, boy GF is in for a ride once she gets home….well, apparently

3. “Oh good lord, we’re so glad you’re okay, boy!” // “What are you doing at this time of night, young Dearest?! Your parents were worried sick once they found out you left by yourself!”

(While the whole event is occurring, cops and people from the fire department had finally chipped in, taking care of the situation, although GF and BF aren’t really much of giving them attention there)

4. Guilt, shame, regret

(As GF is being scolded, BF looks at her, noticing the mixed feelings on her face)

(Suddenly, BF lets out from his dad and runs to her)

“Huh?”

“B, what’cha doing?”

:(

5. Taking the blame…

(BF gets in between GF and Garson)

“Stop! Leave her alone!”

“Huh?! A mortal?!” (Garson frowns) “Ms Dearest, what has your dad told you about-?!”

(BF cuts him off) “No! She…I…” (BF tightens up) “I brought her into this!”

(Garson’s confused) “…What?”

(GF is also as confused) “BF, no! You-!”

(BF cuts her off also) “No, this…this was my fault! Nothing of this would have happened if it wasn’t because of me!” (BF shakens a bit) “She tried to help but... It worked the other way around… And I was dumb to think we could…she could…” (BF sighs) “Just…don’t land the trash on her for this! She doesn’t deserve it as much as I do!”

Rewritten this event, originally was gonna just be BF taking the blame just to keep GF away from trouble (like a white lie and stuff) …but now it also has some ground to land on, kinda sad if you think about it

Still, woo go Boy, defend your girl

6.  …for her sake

(Garson looks less mad, yet is still annoyed) “It doesn’t take away the fact Ms Dearest was hanging around with a mortal, which is by no means allowed for her own good!”

(BF kicks in) “I know that! She… she even told me!” (BF lowers) “And, maybe… that’s also on me…I was the one that befriended her in the first place…”

(Garson gets pissed) “Despite her being a demon, you little buffoon?”

(McBleeps frowns silently, yet Sissy chimes in) “Hey, careful how ya talk to my bro, you lanky loon!”

(BF resumes talking) “A demon yeah, but she ain’t what y’all are so eager in turning her into! She ain’t no foe, she ain’t no terror to me! I’ve seen worse from where I come from! And to tell you the truth…” (BF turns to GF, softening his tone) “She’s the warmest person I’ve known, even if she’s not my type of ‘monster’, if you will”

(GF giggles a bit, while Garson just looks angry)

(BF continues) “She’s got my back and I got hers, and there’s nothing you nor her parents can do about it, Mr Gasson!”

(Garson frowns as he crosses his arms, GF giggles again, as she whispers) “It’s Garson”

(BF retorts) “Whatever!”

Just a bit of comedy to lighten up the mood, even if it could be a bit tone deaf

7. Forced decisions

(Seeing the amount of damage done to the shop, McBleep sighs in resignation)

(Sissy notices) “…So, what should we do now, dad?”

(McBleep drops his face down, eyes closed, defeated) “…As much as I hate to say it…” (McBleep looks to Sissy) “We’ll have to move again, we got no business here anymore, and we can’t risk having a second fire happening. Whoever did this could come over twice, who knows”

(Sissy looks down) “…Considering what Broddy showed us…possibly so…”

(BF shakens) “What?! But if we move then I won’t be able to hang with G anymore!”

(Sissy frowns) “Then you should’ve though that before going off and tryna play tough guy with that crook!” (Sissy signs BF’s injuries) “Look at what he did to you! Be glad you didn’t get caught in the fire, else we’d really had lost something of value tonight!” (Sissy mutters to herself) “I knew this was gonna backfire one way or another! Broddy’s really gonna hear me out once we get home…!”

(BF goes “smaller”) “…I…just didn’t want anything bad to happen to the shop…but…”

(Sissy tries to talk, but McBleep stops her and goes to him, kneeling down) “Boy, come to think of it, this was gonna happen one way or another. He could have lit this place on fire anyway just to delete his steps, out of insanity or even by a mere accident; fire criminals tend to be like that. It even couldn’t have happened by a really rare chance, but here we are still.”

(BF shows regret, feeling like crying as well) “…Here we are…” (BF faces down)

(McBleep pats BF’s head) “Hey, ‘least you’re here still. Workshop’s an ashy mess now? Yeah, it sucks. But rather that than lose my little beep boy” (McBleeps shifts from empathy to pity) “…Still, it will be better for us to seek for a new place to work at, even if it means moving away from here. It’s for the best”

(BF looks at his dad, then to GF, and back to the floor) “…Okay…I guess...” (BF looks at McBleep) “…I guess I’m grounded for this, am I?”

(Sissy frowns) “Yes you are!”

(McBleep shuts her off) “Hold your horses, young lady, I’m the one that sorts the corrections here aside your mother” (McBleep goes back to BF) “…I think moving alone is already a bad sip for ya, but just so it doesn’t fly away so easy, you’ll deal with your side of the moving, and probably take care of more things around the new house we might need to look for too. Also gonna take out a few of your duties once we reopen the shop” (McBleep frowns) “But don’t you dare sneak out again, or else I’ll really reconsider it. Got that clear as water?”

(BF lowers his face again, looking at GF) “It won’t be an issue, considering I won’t see G anytime soon anyway from here…” (BF looks back at his dad) “…But it’s fair enough” (BF vacillates) “Can…I at least say goodbye to GF?”

(McBleep nods) “I don’t see why not, but don’t take too long”

(BF nods back, and walks to GF, who was looking at the whole deal with a compassionate face)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

8. A bitter farewell

(BF and GF face each other)

“So…you’re gonna move again…?”

“Pretty much…further from here, even…”

(GF feels like crying) “So it means what I think…?”

(BF nods bitterly) “Yup…”

(GF looks aside, silently crying) “…Darn it…”

(BF looks down) “…Yeah…” (BF holds onto G) “But it doesn’t need to end like that, you know? Mom always told me friendships can be kept as long as we don’t forget them, just like family and well…other things. So, just in case…” (BF shows her his pinky finger) “Wanna wish for a reunion sometime in the future?”

(GF smiles a bit, with a small bit of sass on her tone) “As long as neither Assel or Brick are involved like the first time”

(BF chuckles) “Yeah, forgot to add that also”

We need some inside jokes or else this would become a sappy novella ok thanks bye-

9. “Until we meet again…someday…”

(BF and GF locks their pinkies as they promise each other) “Until we meet again…someday”

(BF lets go of GF’s pinkie and so does she, as they walk away from each other and towards their families)

(BF looks back a bit) “(See ya…)”

(GF does the same, clearly distraught) “(Will miss ya…)”

Bad ending :^(

(…For now)

[wastelandcth]

Red Desert Ridge - cth x afi

part one: the cantina

summary: A cowboy walks into a bar on Friday and orders a drink. 

author’s notes: Welcome to my new mini series! This is a Cashton x reader fic that I’ve been planning for the longest time! Thanks to @in-superbloom and @hoodhoran for letting me scream about this and letting me run ideas by them both. I’m also posting this while I’m taking a very important test so please if I don’t respond right away it’s because my brain is melting over optical terms!

warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of sex. 

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Calum watched as the clouds floating by in the sky, the mix of pink and purple fluff that drifted away with the soft breeze a great distraction from the amount of time he'd spent already waiting for the inevitable. The small town that he'd found himself in was nothing more than a long stretch of road lined with shops and a couple of cantinas, the locals of the town passing no more than a glance at him as he'd strolled in on top of his horse. Duke, his prized horse, and really the only other being on Earth that he trusted besides himself, had huffed and whinnied quietly as Calum had led him through the dusty street, snorting in relief when he was finally left in front of a watering hole and promptly ignoring anything Calum did after. Calum had spent the early hours of his day traveling through the dry desert, hoping and wishing that the next few hours would find the end to all his problems. 

But then like a light at the end of the tunnel, Duke’s hooves knocked against the wooden floors of the entrance to a town, bringing Calum’s attention back from the clouds and towards the small town that would bring him answers, or at least that’s what he hoped. His feet found solid ground soon enough and Duke had been left near the water trough. As the sun set on the horizon, letting the pink sky and filter in with oranges and purples, Calum strolled through the town, the spurs on his boots ringing with every step he took on the wooden floorboards. He could feel the eyes of the town on him, the faded green bandana that covered his nose and mouth shielding his face from peering eyes, and it wasn't until he stepped into the crowded cantina that he let the fabric slip down his face and around his neck.

Calum's eyes searched the crowd of people, ranging anywhere from farmers who'd stumbled in after working on the fields all day to the local drunk who seemed to never walk out of the place. The cantina was filled with music and conversation flowing freely around the stucco walls, that was until Calum stepped over the threshold and all eyes were on him. Whispers rang out over the quieted music and Calum couldn't help the smirk on his face as he felt the attention on him. His feet carried him towards the bar, his gait slow and confident as he leaned against the wooden slab that had been sticky with spilled drinks and other substances Calum wasn't sure he wanted to find out about. His hat tipped towards the bartender, who'd been busy serving up shots of clear alcohol and had been the only one in the building to not stop and stare.

"Can I help you, fella?" the bartender finally asked as he walked over, swiping the off-white cloth over the countertop before throwing it over his shoulder to finally study Calum, "Or just traveling through and need a drink?"

The bartender, who Calum assumed was closer to his age and maybe even a little too young to be running a cantina was a tall blonde. His hair was hidden under the black hat that he wore, golden curls peeking out beneath it and sitting just above his shoulders, and Calum found himself smirking at the man's nervous expression. His hands fiddled with the glass in his hand, his head cocking to the side as he waiting for Calum's answer and his eyes kept shifting between Calum's figure and the patrons around them. If Calum hadn't known any better, he would've guessed that the small town saw only a fair share of travelers a year and he'd be the talk of the town in no time.

"Actually, I'm looking for a place to stay," Calum shrugged, pointing over to a bottle of whiskey as he took another glance around the crowded cantina, "Know of any?"

"Oh," the blonde sighed and shrugged, "We usually have a few rooms but if you're looking for a good time," he said and served up the liquor, sliding the glass over to Calum, "The inn down the way charges a pretty fair price and the ladies are always accommodating."

"Luke!" a deep voice called out from behind the blonde, "What did I tell you about sending people that way," the man huffed out, his hand coming over to smack the back of Luke's head, "We would be more than happy to host this traveler in our spacious rooms upstairs!"

The blonde, who Calum was now assuming was Luke, grumbled under his breath and nodded. With one last look at the man who'd smacked his head and then shoved him away from Calum, he rolled his eyes and walked off to check on the rest of the patrons. Calum noticed that Luke had drifted towards another patron of the cantina, whose hair was hidden beneath the brow of a leather hat and kept the shade away from his eyes, whispering something in his ear and making the man glance over at Calum and then back at Luke with a small nod.

 "Sorry about him, he's my son," the man sighed and shook his head, "I've been trying to teach him how things work down here but he's too focused on his dreams of going to the big cities or talking to Michael who will only get him in trouble," he scoffed, "Now about your room and board..."

Calum looked around the cantina, listening to the conversations around him as he nodded in agreement to whatever the man behind the bar rambled on about. Something about extended stays and breakfast every morning with his family. Calum watched the patrons around him, letting himself lean against the wooden bar as he tried to seem in the conversation about the locals and things to do that Luke's father kept rambling on about. His eyes landed on the corner of the cantina, a place hidden in the darkness and shielded from prying eyes. Shielded from the gossip of the small town and the drama that came from a town of a few dozen people.

The small table was littered with drinks and chairs, a couple of men surrounding the table and talking to the man who was leaning back against the chair. The man whose laughter echoed and bounced against the stucco walls of the cantina sat around with no care in the world. His outfit, a white shirt with the first couple of buttons left open to showcase his chest, and the black denim pants that left Calum shifting his stance as his eyes landed on the leather holster that laid against the thick thigh muscle that flexed as the man laughed at whatever his associate had said. The sight of a silky black skirt, the shiny material ending just high enough that a brown leather boot peeked out as it swung against the wooden floor that had been littered with dirt and sand from the outside, had Calum's eyes following the shine of the stretched material up until his eyes were met with another.

Calum saw the way her eyes twinkled, how her lips turned and how her eyes seemed to also trace down his body, stopping at the silver belt buckle that Calum's thumbs were looped through. Her eyes, which had left Calum covered in goosebumps, made the slow and antagonizing trip back up his body until her gaze was back on Calum's. She smirked, bringing the cup that dripped with condensation up to her lips and taking a quiet sip, her eyebrow quirking up as Calum let out a breath he'd been holding in. It wasn't until Calum felt a different pair of eyes on him that he turned his head back to the man, whose hat now laid on his lap, and the laughter he'd roared out seconds before ended with a smirk thrown Calum's way.

Next to Calum, the blond had come back and was chatting with his father as Calum watched the man whose lap she'd taken refuge in turned to face her, his large hand coming up to give her hip a gentle squeeze. Calum could see his lips moving, whispering against her ear and making her squirm in his lap as she nodded a bit. Calum's gaze turned away, turning back to Luke and his father as they set another glass down in front of him and Luke offered to help get him settled in his room upstairs. Calum nodded graciously, his attention slipping from the table in the corner and towards the stairs that Luke had begun to lead him towards.

"You gonna give him a show, darling?" the man whispered against her ear, making her cheeks flush as Calum walked past their table, making his shoulders tense and his jaw clench, "I'm sure he wouldn't mind watching."

"And here you are," Luke mumbled as he opened the door to the small room that Calum would call home for the next couple of days, "It used to be my brother's old room but now we rent it out for travelers whenever we get them."

"Thank you," Calum nodded, setting his pack down near the bed, "Can I ask you something?" he asked quietly as he turned his head towards the blonde.

"Yeah, um, of course," Luke nodded and cleared his throat, shifting uneasily under Calum's stare.

"Who was that man in the corner of the cantina, with all the bounty hunters around him," Calum mumbled and unclipped the bandolier across his chest, setting it down against the hardwood of the dresser.

"Oh, that's Ashton Irwin," Luke sighed softly, "His family owns the mine that's a few hours away, the reason why this town exists."

"And the girl?"

"That's his girl, apparently she's crazier than he is," Luke sighed and shrugged, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, she's my bounty."

“Mr. Hemmings!” Ashton calls out as he walked over to the bar, his gait confident and the smirk on his face present when the older man turns to look at him, “I fear my girl and I might’ve had a bit too much to drink from your fine cantina today, mind if we get a room here for the night?”

“Mr. Irwin, you know you’re always welcomed here!” the older man chuckled, his eyes examining Ashton and then moving towards the table that was always occupied no matter the day, “Your lady and you are always welcomed to stay with us. I’ll have Luke set up the usual?”

“You sure do know how to keep a regular customer coming back,” Ashton nodded and tipped his hat towards him before he walked back over to the table, “I’ll see you all tomorrow? Michael, I want what we talked about in my hands by sunrise tomorrow.”

Michael, the poor guy who seemed to have lovestruck eyes for no one except the blonde boy whose blue eyes always looked stressed, nodded quickly and rose. The tip of his head towards Ashton and the quiet glance towards the bottom of the stairs where Luke, who’s look like he was trying to look anywhere except near them, dismissed him and he was out of the cantina without a word. Ashton had always found him to be a quiet man, but quiet men were always hard workers and he’d be damned if Michael wasn’t proof of that. Michael had been by his side since the beginning and Ashton would always make sure that his friend and loyal companion were always taken care of. He was smart, always finding a solution for whatever problem Ashton found himself in. Whether it be due to his family’s increasing monetary value or because of the girl giggling into the last of her drink as she swayed along to the chatter of the cantina.

Ashton knew she was trouble the second she walked into his life. Well really, he’d walked into her. He’d been strolling around the small town, chatting with Michael about the town’s latest plans to build a schoolhouse for the ever-growing population of children when he’s accidentally opened the door to the cantina and ran straight into her. She was small, hiding behind a hat and a large coat, her eyes wide as she took in the sight of both Ashton and Michael. That’s how their life together began, with an accident, and it has spiraled into craziness since.

“Ash?” her sleep-laced voice brought Ashton back out of his head, “Are we still...?”

“No baby, it’s already too late and the ride back is too risky and I think we should just head up to bed, yeah? Sleep off all that whiskey,” he nodded as he helped her up out of the chair, his head cocking to the side as he saw Luke staring at them both.

“Right this way, Mr. Irwin.”

Ashton knew she was trouble the second he’d laid eyes on her later that night, after having bumped into her and apologized profusely for his mistake. She’d been at the same cantina again, a shot of whiskey in her hand, and wild eyes shining bright as she danced along with a few of the other girls that seemed to hang around to entice the men. Somehow, Ashton knew she wasn’t one of the parlor girls, her eyes never landing on any of the men who stood by and watched them all dance with a hunger that left Ashton with a heavy pit in his stomach at the thought of someone taking her away. It wasn’t until she’d spotted him in the back, his own eyes following the way her body moved along to the cacophony of music and cheers, that she made her way over to him.

“You look like you could use a good ride,” she breathed out, her cheeks flush from the dancing.

“Oh?” Ashton chuckled and raised an eyebrow, “And what might a girl like you know about that?”

That night Ashton had found himself in a similar position to what he was in now, his naked back pressed up against the rickety mattress as his breaths left his lungs in huffs. Above him, under the sliver of moonlight that peeked in through the window on the side of the bed, he watched as her hips rocked with a quick rhythm. Her breast bounced with every rock, taut nipples teasing Ashton as his wrists tugged against the leather belt holding them in place above his head.

“You always feel so good,” she moaned out, her head thrown back as her thighs flexed with every pull of her body, “Always fill me up so good, Ashton.”

Behind him, the headboard hit the wall with every thrust up his hips made, the inevitable smacking of their skin together echoing throughout the empty room. Normally, Ashton would’ve been the one in control, the one who had her pressed down against the mattress and screaming his name until her high hit as she was left a shaky mess of jellied limbs. But tonight, tonight she had begged Ashton to let her out on a show for him no matter how tired she was, wanting to show him exactly how much she’d learned about riding in the past couple of months she’d spent by his side.

“Doing so good, pretty girl,” Ashton breathed out, the leather around his wrist creaking under the tension of his body, “Gonna- fuck- gonna have to teach you more and more, huh?”

“Please, wanna know everything you have to teach,” she whimpered out, her walls clenching around Ashton so hard that he couldn’t remember what not being inside of her pulsing walls felt like, “Oh, Ashton! I’m gonna...”

“You always do put on a good show, little one, let’s see how you handle the finale,” Ashton muttered as his wrist freed from the leather belt and found a grip on her waist. 

From then, with no restraints and no care in the world to who would hear them, Ashton flipped them over, pressing her chest into the bed and her ass in the air. He watched as her cheeks jiggled with every smack of his hips against hers, watched as her body leaned back against his everytime he pulled away from her, the whimpers and moans echoing louder and louder as Ashton’s hips seemed relentless in their chase for a high. He felt her walls clenching around him, warning him that something big was coming and it wasn’t long before the grip she had on him made his own eyes shut and his own moans grew louder and louder. It wasn’t long until the only thing Ashton could think about was how he wanted to stay in her for the rest of his life and wake up the whole town with the pretty noises her mouth and pussy were making. And as the creaky mattress went silent, their panting breaths the only sound in the room now, Ashton could help but smirk against her shoulder, hoping that their neighbor had indeed found pleasure in the show. 

Calum laid in bed, his eyebrows furrowed up at the ceiling as the noise next to his room echoed down the hallways and through the walls that kept him in private. His hand was wrapped tightly around himself, the wet squelch of his hand moving quickly to get any sort of relief a whisper in comparison to the banging on the wall behind him of the moans that made his ears ring. It wasn’t long until he felt his own hips tensing and his cock twitching in his fist, his hand covered with his spend as he let the shaky breaths leave his lungs, the stars behind his eyelids his only anchor to the real world as his orgasm tore through him. His breathing eventually calmed down, his hand searching in the dark for his discarded bandana that he used to quickly clean up the mess he’d made before his brain, now foggy with ecstasy slowly drifted off to sleep, dreams of a black silk skirt and a white unbuttoned shirt soothing his weary and traveled body.

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[villainsandvictimsalliance]

I AM SOOOOOO INVESTED IN THE FIREFIGHTER/PARAMEDIC AU. THANK YOU FOR BLESSING US

I HAVE A BUNCH OF IDEAS FOR THAT AU TOO. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THEM:

Tomura and Dabi share an apartment because they don't make enough money to live on their own.

Tomura has white hair already and he jokes that all the stress the pro-heroes make him go through daily is what make him that way.

Dabi wisely argues that it's not a joke, probably. Tomura jokes that, on the other hand, Dabi is going bald from the stress.

Tomura is the one who cleans while Dabi cooks.

Tomura is always worried about Dabi's lungs because he inhalates a lot of smoke. He fuses over him and makes him exercise his lungs regularly and other stuff. He's a health maniac.

Really, Dabi shouldn't complain when in fact he fuses all the time over Tomura's scars. For him is annoying to see Tomura not being careful with them, even more when they both know Tomura could get infected any minute.

Dabi visits his family regularly and they all keep asking about his mysterious roommate because none of them knows it's Shigaraki. Endeavor has seen them working together a couple of times but they were arguing in the middle of the chaos and he's dumb, he doesn't connect the dots.

Dabi doesn't talk that much to Rei either. Being honest, the one who's always calling him is Natsuo.

Well, maybe Natsuo knows about Tomura but he let's his brother get away with the "mystery". Shoto always entertaines them with his crazy theories about his brother's roommate and Fuyumi gets to regularly make crazier invitations to try and make Dabi bring his roommate to their house.

Tomura always says he doesn't have a lot of friends and Dabi believed him, until one day when Tomura got injured and this misty man appeared at the door followed by a bunch of weirdos, saying they were taking over the apartment.

Toga lived in a foster home for years until she ran away. She got adopted by Giran, who illegally used his quirk to confuse people and they both forced enough documents for Toga to officially get accepted in school.

Now that she's graduated, she's becoming a chef because she loves to eat things she love and she also loves using knives.

Giran sells like— anything man. His shops has anything you need at any hour. No one make questions.

Mustard practices shooting (as the sport). That family is sure terrifying but amazing.

Kurogiri has a fancy restaurant and he has enough money so Dabi learns Tomura is also a rebellious son, not because Tomura hates his dad, on the contrary. Tomura's pride is just to big. What a brat.

He recognizes Twice because he is the rescuer that sometimes help him when there's a fire. They work pretty well together, so it's nice to have his number and finally be his friend.

Mr. Compress is a lawyer. His speciality is going against rich bastards and making them pay for their crimes. He defends people for low prices which means he's pretty broke lol. How does he dress so fancy then?

Ah, so he's dating Kurogiri. That's explains a lot. Yeah, they are a good pair.

Magne is a doll collector. Apparently her collections are worth hundreds and she's an specialist on her field. Dabi knows zero about it. He can only stare in awe at her while she explains and explains the differences.

Spinner is an activist, one that apparently has a bunch of followers and is doing big things around the city. Dabi likes him immediately because they both talk for hours about new laws to protect the ecosystem better.

The funniest part comes when Shigaraki arrives home and everyone starts acting like he's some big star or something? He's bossing them around and they let him do it?

Well, shit. For what he remembers of their interactions (he's getting a headache) he also lets Shigaraki boss him around all the time. Shit.

Dabi has some big burns but most of the things on his body are tattoos. He can do most things, his health is not in risk of him dying before 30 years old, but he really needs to control himself. The doctor say the more he uses his quirk, the more permanent his burns are going to be, with internal damage included.

Shigaraki's scars and scratching are always bad because he's always stressed over new patients and victims. He is a workaholic, seriously. Dabi suspects it has something to do with Shigaraki's past but he doesn't ask. He gets him tho.

When tattoos and piercings are involved, Tomura only trust Dabi. The paramedic has a couple of nice tattoos on his body and a few piercings on his ears, but he doesn't use them when on duty because they tend to get lost somehow.

You can choose to read the Shigaraki and Dabi interactions as either planotic or romantic because really, not even themselves know what they are.

They don't sleep together not even for comfort because Dabi has nightmares and he ends up burning stuff while he sleeps and Shigaraki doesn't like to sleep with the gloves on.

When it comes to showing affection, they normally stay together in the same place but respecting the other's space. They feel better when they are together because they feel like they have someone to help them at anything.

Dabi helps Tomura calm down during an anxiety attack by speaking to him until he's okay and then taking his wrists and kissing them. The contact helps him stay grounded and they don't talk about it after is over.

Tomura bosses Dabi around when Dabi feels like he can't think or talk and he's grateful for that. Tomura helps him distract him from his bad thoughts and then gives the control back to Dabi once he's better. Being honest, Dabi is really fond of the guy.

And we all know Tomura adores him too.

They have a dog and a cat. The dog is trained to help them on their job when they need to rescue people and the cat somehow knows how to call the neighbors if someone breaks in their apartment.

They have twin posters that say FUCK ALL MIGHT and FUCK ENDEAVOR and that's their religion.

Deku met Shigaraki when he helped him save Bakugo. They act like siblings on the streets and Deku now has books dedicated to amazing civilians who are also heroes.

The Dekusquad want to be rescuers most than anything. Fighting is cool, but they focus on saving people and then the rest.

Shoto knows Shigaraki but he doesn't know he's Dabi's roommate and Dabi doesn't know Shoto knows Shigaraki.

Deku bringing Shigaraki to the Todoroki monthly dinner and Dabi acting like they are just meeting.

Natsuo chokes on his cold soba for a whole minute.

The best part is Natsuo explaining he also knows Shigaraki because they've worked together.

And Fuyumi is like "at least Dabi didn't know, so I don't feel so alone". And Natsuo is losing his mind.

Anyway yes, I'm obsessed with this au.

[badfvith]

burning to the ground | draco malfoy

Request: love your draco work 😍so requesting something where you’re a Weasley and dating draco set in the half blood prince where the borrow sets on fire. where draco apparates to the burrow to tell you to get out because he knows Bellatrix is coming but your family don’t know that you’re dating. just imagining family angst but a really scared and afraid draco 💖💞 A/N: okay so i freaking LOVED this request. i seriously think this might be one of my favorite pieces i’ve written. the end makes me 🥺 (all of yall out there like me who have seen the movies 80 million times will hopefully understand) i hope you like this!!! 💓 warnings: a bit angsty but i promise it’s also fluffy too dw word count: 1786

Christmas. The most wonderful time of the year. Or so they say.

This Christmas was hosted at your house, “the burrow” as everyone called it. You didn’t have much being 1/8 Weasley children, but what you did have was an overwhelming sense of family and love. Your mom decided it was only fitting to invite Remus and Tonks, and of course Harry (who was basically another one of your brothers at this point) as he had been staying with all of you for the year.

This Christmas was different than all the others. Conversations were less about trying to guess what gifts everyone got each other and more about what they thought the Death Eaters’ next moves were. It was obvious that everyone was on edge.

You all walked your guests out at the end of the night. You were leading the pack, and stopped on the porch to hug Remus and Tonks goodbye.

“It was delicious Molly, really.” You heard Tonks say and turned around to see her hugging your mom. Your focus then turned from that sweet moment to a very distressed looking Remus staring out at the landscape ahead. You had to admit, the front of your house looked a bit intimidating in the darkness and the slow breeze swaying the weeds near the water, but nothing too horrifying that it would cause this sort of reaction from Remus.

“What is it sweetheart?” You heard Tonks say softly, putting a hand on his arm. He shook his head briefly but didn’t respond.

You took a few steps forward to get a better look at what Remus might’ve been eyeing, the floor boards creaking underneath your feet. You heard some shuffling around behind you and saw that Harry and Ron had now made their way outside as well, standing closely behind you.

“Sorry ‘bout that.” Remus said, finally breaking the tense silence. “We should go.”

“Thank you again for everything.” Tonks said waving to us. I gave her a smile and the two of them took each other’s hands and started to walk away.

“Alright. Let’s all go inside then.” Your mom said hurriedly.

You heard everyone moving behind you, but you stood still where you were.

“(y/n)! Let’s go!” Ron yelled.

You turned around and waved him off. “I’ll be there in a second.”

“Whatever.” He replied.

After a few more minutes of staring out into the darkness, you convinced yourself that both you and Remus were crazy and that there was nothing there. You took one last good look before turning around to go back inside.

“(y/n)!” You froze. Nope. There is no way this is happening. All night long everyone has been freaked out over Death Eaters and the second you turn around an unknown voice calls your name? You took a deep breath, in which you prepared yourself for death. Why didn’t you go inside when Ron called you?

You slowly turned around, expecting to see Voldemort himself pointing his wand at you. Instead you were met with the all too familiar platinum blonde hair, all black suit, and worried expression of your boyfriend Draco.

You felt a rollercoaster of emotions swim through your brain and your body. A choked half laugh half cry left your throat as you stared at him, wide eyed.

“(y/n)...” He said quietly, for the second time that night.

“Draco.” You replied, before slowly walking towards him and practically falling into his embrace.

This year had been tough for Draco and for your relationship. The beginning of year was...an undertaking to say the least, with Draco keeping you completely in the dark about his father, his family, and his commitments to the Dark Lord. However finally one day he broke down and told you everything which ended in an entire night of cuddles, tears, “i’m so sorrys” and “it’s not your faults.” You have never loved anyone like you loved Draco, and you knew he felt the same. You both hadn’t meant to hide your relationship for this long, but this year everything had gotten so complicated. You decided it was best to keep it a secret from both of your families, obviously knowing the rather difficult history between them. So now that your secret boyfriend who was tasked with killing the most powerful wizard in the world, who would probably be killed by your father if his father didn’t reach him first, had randomly showed up on your lawn on Christmas night, you knew something must be wrong.

“I love you.” You said quickly as you pulled away to look up at him. “But why in the world are you here?”

“You have to get out of here. Now.” Was all he said. There were tears pricking his eyes so you reached up to cup his face, softly stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“What? Why?” You pressed.

“It’s not safe here anymore. I can’t lose you, I can’t–” He said before breaking into a cry.

“Shhh baby.” You said, letting his head fall against your shoulder. “One step at a time okay? Just tell me what’s happening.” Your voice was soft but you were feeling anything but calm right now. There were a million things running through your brain, number one being the fact that you were in plain sight with an entire family of hardcore anti-Malfoys sitting about 10 feet away.

After a few more seconds he lifted his head back up to look at you. “You have to get out of here. She’s coming. I heard their whole plan I know that they’re comi-”

“What in the bloody hell is HE doing here?!” You heard. Your jaw dropped open and you jumped away from Draco. You turned around to see Ron and Harry in the doorway with their wands pointed at him.

“I don’t know but I don’t think he’s here to say Merry Christmas.” Harry spat. He started fast walking towards the two of you.

“STOP!” You screamed, before you fully thought it through.

“WHAT IS GOING ON?” You closed your eyes as your dad’s voice boomed through your ears.

“Shit.” You whispered.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry fired at Draco. You didn’t even notice Draco pull out a wand; your head was spinning with how to handle this situation. Draco’s wand went flying out of his hand and he quickly ran to grab it.

“Stupefy!” Your dad yelled, causing Draco to groan as he was thrown farther backwards. You were frozen to the spot, not having any idea what to do. Your dad ran towards Draco, towering over him on the ground.

“Mr. Weasley I-” Draco started.

“What did you say to her?!” Your dad yelled again. “What do you want?” Draco tried to sit up but Ron came over and fired another spell at him.

“STOP IT!” You cried.

“Go inside (y/n)! You shouldn’t be here.” Your dad said, turning back to you. But you couldn’t. You couldn’t stand here and watch your family torture your boyfriend. All of the people you love most in the world were fighting right in front of your eyes and it was tearing you apart.

“I’ll ask you one more time Malfoy. What...are...you doing...here.”

“DAD!” You exclaimed and finally got the courage to march over there.

“I told you to go inside (y/n!)” He shot back.

“No!” You choked out. “I LOVE HIM.”

The four of them snapped their heads in your direction, and Ron’s wand fell to the ground out of his limp hand.

“WHAT?” Harry asked firmly.

A tear fell down your cheek as you ran over to Draco. You helped him off the ground before you replied to anybody.

“Look...I know this is... this is the worst time and it’s not how I wanted this to happen. This is my boyfriend.” You said, a dry laugh following your statement at the utter ridiculousness and horrid timing of the situation. “We didn’t get to finish our conversation before you all came out here like maniacs but I promise this is the last person in the world who is going to try and hurt me. Or any of us.” You pleaded.

“Have you gone mad?!” Ron yelled.

“Well this is a turn of events I wasn’t expecting.” You snapped your head to see Fred and George on the porch smirking and pretending to eat popcorn.

“Is it so hard to believe this? Crazier things have happened in our lives!” You exclaimed, exasperated. This entire night felt like it had taken at least 5 years off of your life.

Your dad nodded at you slowly. “We’ll deal with this later. But for now, I would still love to know what was so important to tell you that he needed to disrupt our Christmas.”

Draco swallowed hard. He looked over at you and you nodded, signaling that it was okay. “I...I came here to try and protect her. A-and all of you. The death eaters are all at my house. I heard them say they were coming here tonight.”

“Merlin’s beard.” Your dad said quietly.

“Draco...what?” Shocked was an understatement.

Before anyone could get any more questions in, a swirling black mist no one could mistake for one of the Death Eaters themselves came hurling out of the sky and landed in front of you.

“EVERYBODY GET OUT OF HERE NOW!” Harry screamed.

The high pitched laugh of Bellatrix Lestrange rang through the air. Harry immediately ran after her through the bushes as more came down from the sky. You recognized Fenrir Greyback, the unofficial Death Eater but very official aggressive werewolf, and a few others.

“SHIT.” You said as everyone around you started fighting. You grabbed your wand out of your pocket but before you could fire a spell felt Draco envelop you in a hug.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen...but don’t forget that I love you.” He said, his tears falling onto your face due to your close proximities.

“I love you too. I’m so sorry.” You said, and gripped onto him like your life depended on it.

Being a Weasley was complicated. Actually, no it wasn’t. You couldn’t dream of a more loving, caring, or hilarious family to be a part of. Obviously you had your petty sibling fights and teasing, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

Being a Weasley was complicated when the love of your life was a Malfoy. And as the screams of your family, black clouds, and fire engulfing your property occurred around you, you couldn’t help but miss the times when being a Weasley was easy. When you all sat in the living room in your matching pajamas, hearing your mom’s voice telling the stories of Babbity Rabbity, or The Three Brothers traveling at midnight.

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MLWTBB: First Time For Everything

aka the (continued) journey into my self insert nonsense✨

chapter summary: Hannah finally gets to have her meeting with Madame Eldya, but her anxiety and Eldya’s droids threaten to ruin everything.

notes: this is a continuation of my story, “My Life With The Bad Batch”; I highly recommend reading that first before this one! I created a few new planets for this story. I’m also not 100% versed in SW terminology, so forgive me if some things are labeled incorrectly! each chapter will be rated accordingly, as opposed to the overall fic. lastly, there is romance in this story. hope you enjoy! 💙

add. notes: this chapter was edited and proofread by my sis @jam-n-ham! thanks sis!! 😋💙

Chapter 9, 5100+ words, rated T (mild gun violence, but nobody gets hurt thankfully 🙏🏻)

previous chapters: Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

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Don’t panic. Stay Focused. That’s what Hannah kept telling herself as she followed Madame Eldya out of the grand assembly and back into the large hallway. A familiar pounding sensation was in her chest that she hadn’t experienced since all the way back on Volruna. Back then, she thought things couldn’t get any crazier than being forced into serving customers at the Prism Palace. Yet here she was, on her own, being led through the largest building she’d ever seen by the most stuck-up rich person she’d ever met. With two large sentry droids looming on either side of her to boot. Initially, Hannah had been overcome with the wonder and grandiose of it all, but now, she might as well have been being led to her own grave.

If only she could’ve had one of her friends there with her. That was the whole reason they’d come along, after all. If Hannah thought she could’ve handled things on her own, she already would have. When Cid first approached Hannah about going on this mission in the first place, it hadn’t even crossed her mind to have the Bad Batch there with her. She thought Cid wanted her to go alone. It wasn’t until Cid reassured her that the others were going with her that she even agreed to the idea at all. The last thing Hannah wanted was to be alone again.

But she wasn’t really alone, was she? Her family was still there, after all. Technically. Once she was done with this meeting, she could be with them again. And if all went well, the meeting wouldn’t take that long, and they could all go about with their lives and not have to think about Eldya and her rude assistants ever again, if they could help it.  

Those were thoughts for later though. Hannah had to focus on the task at hand. And to help with that, she told herself the same thing she told herself back on Volruna, before she’d taken the stage to put on that outrageous performance. She wasn’t just doing this for herself, she was doing it for her family too.

As she was lost in thought, Hannah moved on autopilot, like she often did when she got stuck in her own brain. Too many times she had joked to the others about how she could put on a whole performance in her head while doing chores or even driving a speeder. Tech also did the same thing apparently, although for him it was often things like math equations or reciting formulas over and over instead of pretend scenarios. Wrecker liked the idea of imagining pretend things though, which he often did when he was in the shower or mindlessly minding his own business. And Hunter said it was impossible for him to do anything of the sort due to his senses constantly taking up most of his brain space. It was sad to think that he suffered from that all the time and couldn’t grant himself the pleasure of something as simple as dreaming. Maybe he had just been overexaggerating. Then again, it was hard gauging Hunter sometimes. As straightforward as he was, he was still a mystery in many ways. It was both frustrating and... alluring. Not knowing everything about Hunter was exciting in every form of the word. It was only one of many reasons why she...

No, no. Not here. Not the time. She could think about all that later. She had a job to do.

By then, Eldya had led Hannah and the droids to a small elevator. It was barely big enough to hold all four of them, and the droids actually had to duck down a bit just to fit inside. Hannah felt uncomfortable being so close to them. She was afraid at any moment that one of them could grab her and squeeze her to death with just one hand. It was like the opposite of how she felt about Wrecker, even though she knew he could easily do the same thing.

The silence that filled the elevator was deafening. Up until then, neither she nor Eldya had spoken a word to each other, which was fine. Other noises had filled the quiet space between them, along with Hannah’s own personal thoughts. But it was so quiet within the elevator, Hannah couldn’t think. The only noise she could hear besides her own breathing was the soft mechanical whirr of the droids on either side of her. More reason to fear them, she thought. Although she held no personal vendetta against droids like the Clones did, these particular droids had an ominousness to them that she’d never seen before. She began to understand why Hunter and Echo had been so cautious of them.

Less than a minute later, the elevator reached its destination and the doors slid open. Hannah felt like she could finally breathe again and let out a relieved sigh as she exited the elevator.

“Not a fan of elevators?” Madame Eldya asked, finally breaking the silence between them.

“Oh, no they’re fine,” Hannah responded. “I’m just... glad that we’re finally here, that’s all.”

Madame Eldya hummed in acknowledgment and gestured for Hannah to continue following her.

The hallway they’d stepped into was tall, but narrow. The same shimmering, water-like chandeliers hung overhead, but what was most noticeable was the overwhelming radiance of natural light feeding through the left side of the hall. The entirety of the left wall was made of transparisteel, like one giant window, with the intricate golden etching decorated across it. Coupled with the crystals of the chandeliers, the light feeding in made the entire hallway glisten like the floors of the grand assembly. Hannah couldn’t help herself and held a hand out to let the shimmery golden lights dance across her skin, like she’d done at the entryway of the Prism Palace.  

The door to Eldya’s office sat in the middle of the hall, opposite the window-like wall. To Hannah’s surprise, it was quite plain compared to the other doors in the building. It lacked any sort of special coloring or decoration. However, she noticed that even when standing directly in front of it, the light coming in coupled with the etching left a decorative pattern displayed on the door unnoticeable from any other area in the hall. A simple trick, but a lovely one, Hannah thought.

In an odd move, Eldya ordered her droids to stand guard outside as opposed to coming in with her. She informed Hannah that was just how much she valued her privacy, which Hannah honestly both respected and related to. It was truly strange how many things there were about Eldya that Hannah found solidarity in. Even her style was something Hannah could see herself emulating to a certain degree. If Eldya wasn’t so judgmental and prude, Hannah could even see the two of them potentially becoming friends. It was a shame, really.

Unlike the door, the office itself was easily the most extravagant area in the entire building. It emulated places she’d seen before, like Cid’s office and The Krag’s home, with many exclusive pieces of art and other trinkets that decorated the space. Unlike the other places though, everything in Eldya’s office reeked of value and poshness. Even Krag’s things had a quirky charm to them that was lacking here. It also appeared that quite literally everything in the room had some sort of gold accent on it. If nothing else, Eldya had a theme she liked and she stuck with it. Yet another thing Hannah both related to and respected.

A fairly large desk sat near the back of the room surrounded by a few chairs, with one larger chair at the back. The top of the desk had a similar golden marbled look like the floor of the grand assembly, and all of the chair cushions were the same deep red of the others in the building. Again, it was reminiscent of the other offices Hannah knew, but whereas Cid and The Krag liked to display things on their desks, Eldya’s was devoid of anything on it whatsoever. It was like she wanted the only thing noticeable at the desk to be herself, which made sense for someone like her.

Very gracefully, Eldya took a seat at the larger chair behind the desk and instructed Hannah to take a seat across from her. The feathers that made up Eldya’s mantle were perfectly framed with the chair she sat in and made it look like an elaborate throne. Coupled with Eldya’s regal posture, Hannah genuinely felt like she was about to speak to a powerful queen instead of a businesswoman.

The room fell silent for a moment as Hannah got comfortable in her seat. Eldya took in the silence and let it linger just long enough to make Hannah wonder if she should be the first to speak or not.

“Well,” Eldya said, finally breaking the silence. “Here we are. Away from the hustle and bustle. No more interruptions. I can say with the utmost confidence that for the time being, you have my undivided attention.” She clasped her hands together and gently placed them in her own lap. “So then... let’s hear it. Give me your best pitch, as they call it. I’m listening.”

As the room fell silent again, Hannah’s anxiety skyrocketed to almost an unbearable level. She felt like she might throw up. Her mind went blank, like every thought in her head had been flushed down a drain, save for the nagging anxiousness that was pounding into her entire body. Like Eldya, she too had her hands folded in her lap, except she was nervously fiddling with the lace of her skirt. Everything that she had planned to say was absent from her consciousness, but she knew she had to say something. She wouldn’t let this trip be for nothing. She couldn’t.

“W-well, first of all,” Hannah began, slightly stammering. “Thank you for taking the time to do this. I’ve seen firsthand how busy you are, so it’s greatly appreciated that you--”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Eldya interrupted, waving her hand nonchalantly. “Now please, get on with it. I’m quite done with the pleasantries.”

An ironic statement, Hannah thought to herself. Her head cocked slightly and a forced smile spread on her lips. “Apologies. Umm...” She let out a soft sigh and tried to think of what to say next. Enough silence went by that Eldya ended up being the one to speak again.

“Let me ask you this. If I were to say that I was looking for someone to assist in my needs and demands, what would your response be?”

Hannah didn’t need to think long to respond to that. “I would ask exactly what it is you’re looking for. Your needs and demands could mean any number of things.”

“Exactly,” Eldya promptly responded. “I’ve become quite tired of going from place to place, person to person, trying to find sources who can supply exactly what I’m looking for. I have very... specific requirements when it comes to things like business and personal desires. I want to know that the people I’m working with can both be trusted and meet my necessary demands.” Her already stern face turned into a scowl as she leaned forward in her chair. “And you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find people who meet these criteria.”

Hannah gave a slight nod and her mouth turned up into a small forced smile. It wasn’t surprising at all to hear this from Eldya considering how stingy of a person she was, but naturally she kept that to herself, like she’d been doing the entire day.

“So that begs the question,” Eldya continued, leaning back in her chair again. “Can your employer meet the criteria or not?”

“Well,” Hannah began, letting out a small sigh. “That depends on what you’re looking for exactly, Madame. Cid has all kinds of connections and can provide many different kinds of services.” She was prompted to share some examples, which Hannah provided, thankfully without much issue. Her anxiety hadn’t completely wiped her memory apparently. Despite this, Eldya still didn’t seem too impressed. Especially when Hannah began speaking about her escorts.

“I’m going to be honest with you,” Eldya stated, as if she hadn’t already been brutally honest the entire day. “If I wanted to work with artificial soldiers, I would’ve been doing business with the Empire already. And frankly, I’d much rather deal with the robotic kind that don’t speak back as opposed to ones with slightly more brain power.”

One of Hannah’s eyes began to twitch, and she was afraid that smoke was starting to pour out of her ears from how much she was fuming. She didn’t consider herself an angry person, and there weren’t that many things that actually got her riled up. But when it came to people insulting or hurting her loved ones, there was no calming her rage. How dare Eldya put the Clones on the same level as droids. Were this any other instance, Hannah would’ve immediately gone into a passionate rant in the Clones’ defense. More so than any other time that day, Hannah was using all the strength she possessed to hold herself back. But in her mind, she was lobbing absolutely terrible insults at Eldya for even daring to speak such things about the Clones. About her family.  

Somehow though, Hannah managed to find a way to refute Eldya’s statement in a calm, professional manner. “Madame, I understand your hesitancy. But my escorts aren’t like other soldiers. And I can assure you with my own life that you won’t find better people to take care of your needs than those men. I’m living proof of it.”

Perhaps it was the determined look on Hannah’s face that did the trick, but Eldya didn’t directly retort the assertion. She gave a snide chuff and told Hannah that she would have to take her word for it, but didn’t seem entirely sold on the matter either. It was starting to feel like there was legitimately nothing that would impress this woman. Especially after the next comment she made.

“Listen... Hannah, was it? I really don’t know how I can spell this out any differently. But I can no longer allot any of my time to this trivial matter. I need results, not the same old spiel I’ve heard a thousand times over.” Once again, Eldya leaned forward in her chair, only this time, she gave Hannah the coldest, sternest look imaginable. “So please, enlighten me. Tell me exactly why I should continue wasting my time with this conversation. What could your savant boss and beloved escorts do for me that any other persons in a similar business could not?”

For what felt like the millionth time that day, the room fell completely silent. Hannah was certain all the color was beginning to drain from her already pale skin. She could say any number of things to Eldya in response to her question. But none of it felt like it would be good enough for the stingy Madame. Much like back in the Prism Palace, Hannah felt like she’d been helplessly backed into a corner with no way out. Back then, her friends had been the ones to come to her aid and rescue her from her plight. But not even they could save her now. In fact, in a certain way, Hannah was the one who needed to rescue them from Eldya’s hypercritical wrath.

The real question now was... could she rescue them?

Hannah opened her mouth in an attempt to respond, but nothing came out. Her voice was lost, drowned out by her own insecurities. Story of her life.

“Hannah? Hannah, are you there?” The sudden sound of Hunter’s voice disrupted everything, and Hannah nearly flew out of her seat in shock. Eldya seemed more disturbed than surprised, mostly because the voice seemed to be coming from Hannah herself.

“What is that?” Eldya inquired with disgust. “And where is it coming from?”

Hannah’s hand was on her chest in an attempt to quell the fast beating of her heart. In doing so, she realized the voice was ironically coming out of her chest. Or more specifically, the comlink she’d been given by her friends that she’d hidden in her chest earlier that day.

“Hannah, if you can hear me, respond, it’s important,” Hunter’s voice once again emitted from Hannah’s chest area. His tone was urgent, almost desperate, and Hannah’s heart began racing more.

“Umm, excuse me for one moment please,” Hannah said as she stood up out of her chair. She walked a few feet away and turned around so Eldya wouldn’t see her pulling her comlink out of her own cleavage. “What is it, Hunter?” she spoke into the comlink in a hushed, irritated tone. “I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Where are you?” Hunter asked, still sounding concerned. “Are you ok? Is Eldya with you?”

Hannah almost couldn’t believe he was even asking something like that. And more importantly, why? “I’m fine? I’m with Eldya, we’re talking.”  

She began to ask what was going on, but was cut off by Hunter urgently informing her that something was wrong with Eldya’s droids. Hannah had already guessed by Hunter’s tone that something had gone wrong, and hearing that the something was the droids that he had been suspicious of earlier wasn’t that surprising. Then Hunter began telling her that the droids were specifically looking for Eldya and that the two of them needed to get somewhere safe.  

Before he could say anything else, Eldya decided to speak up, loudly. “What is the hold up over there?”

Hannah cringed at the loudness of her voice and quickly turned around to respond to her. “I’m sorry, Madame. But one of my frien—uhh, escorts says something is going on with your droids?”

Two things simultaneously happened after this. Eldya immediately stood up from her chair and began loudly ranting about their conversation being interrupted. Hunter was also trying to tell Hannah to let Eldya know about the droids through the comlink. Everything was happening all at once, and it nearly overwhelmed Hannah to the point of breaking. She began to clutch her hands to her ears in an attempt to make the noise stop, which didn’t do much considering the comlink was in one of her hands.

Pressing the comlink to her ear allowed her to catch the last thing Hunter said though. “Hannah, whatever happens, keep Eldya safe. And don’t— kriff!” Some scuffling noises and a single blaster shot were the last things she heard before the comlink went silent.

“What did he just say?” Eldya scoffed in disgust.  

Hannah didn’t respond. She was too shocked by what she had just heard. A thousand different things were running through her mind. Then in a panic, she began shouting Hunter’s name into the comlink. But there was no response. Hannah felt her heart stop momentarily and clutched the comlink to her chest. Surely, there was just a scuffle going on, nothing more. There was no way...

Then suddenly, loud banging was heard coming from the door. Hannah gasped so hard, she almost choked. It sounded like something was trying to break down the door. Instinctively, she began backing away, closer to Eldya’s desk and nearly bumping into it.

Eldya herself didn’t seem too fazed by the banging; if anything, she looked more annoyed than worried. There was clear confusion in her gaze though.

Without saying a word, Eldya began tapping different sections of the desk counter. Immediately, it lit up and a hologram popped up in the center of it that looked like a screen. The image showed the outside hallway, directly outside the door. The two droids that had been stationed there were forcibly hammering their fists on the door, presumably in an attempt to knock it down.

“What have they done?!” Eldya exclaimed in Hannah’s face.

“I don’t know!” Hannah responded in a panicked state. “He said the droids were coming for you! I don’t know why!”  

The banging suddenly turned into the sound of blaster fire as the droids were now attempting to shoot the door down instead. Hannah covered her ears from the sound reverberating through the room.

“We need to get out of here!” Hannah exclaimed. “How much longer will that door last?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Eldya responded nonchalantly. “Even if they do manage to breach the door, they’ll be incinerated upon arrival.”

“What??”

Eldya sighed and rolled her eyes. “Did you really think this room lacked any sort of security whatsoever? There’s a reason I don’t even let most of my employees in here, you know.” The sound of blaster fire turned back into banging again, and both Hannah and Eldya cringed. “I told you this room is the safest place in the entire building and I meant it.”

Hearing that eased Hannah’s nerves a bit, but the sound of the door being banged on was keeping her in a constant state of panic.

Then a voice began speaking through the comlink again. It was Echo this time. “Hannah, are you there?”

Hannah fumbled with the comlink out of shock at hearing Echo’s voice. “I’m here, Echo!” she responded. “Are you guys ok? Where’s Hunter? Is he ok? He isn’t responding to me!”

“We’re all ok,” Echo responded back. “Hunter’s dealing with some droids. His comms got busted in a scrap with some of ‘em.”

Hannah let out a huge sigh of relief and clutched the comlink to her chest as Echo continued speaking. He explained the whole situation as quickly as he could, with Hannah letting him know what was going on at her end as well. Eldya had a hard time believing Echo’s words, but a few button presses and a quick look on her holoscreen told her all she needed to know. Every droid in the building had been set off by whatever signal Tech had detected earlier. It seemed like all the droids had congregated inside the building as well from what Eldya could see.

Tech suddenly joined the call, saying, “They apparently won’t stop rampaging until the Madame has been captured, according to the one responsible for all of this.”

“Oh?” Eldya quirked an eyebrow questioningly. “And just who might that be?”

Wrecker’s voice came booming through the comlink in response. “Why don’tcha talk to him yourself?”

Annoyed, squealing noises could be heard through the comlink, along with some shuffling, followed by a familiar shrill voice exclaiming how he didn’t appreciate being handled so roughly. “What do you want me to say?” Cedren’s voice came blaring through the comlink. “I’ve told you everything already!”

Eldya’s face immediately turned down into a harsh scowl. “Cedren, you bumbling fool. What in the stars have you done?”

“Only the very thing I should’ve done years ago, Madame!” Cedren huffed. “Too long have I suffered at the behest of your demands! And for what? Nothing but your continual disapproval and judgment! I’ve done nothing but try to please you, Madame, and yet you still treat me no better than the common stewards!”

“Respect is earned, Cedren,” Eldya firmly replied. “And clearly, that is something you will never be able to achieve. There is such a thing as trying too hard, after all, and you are the prime example of that.”

Cedren growled angrily. “This is precisely what I mean! You’ve always thought yourself above everyone else, and for no good reason! Your decision to remain neutral during the Clone Wars cost us a fortune in valuable assets! If you’d only taken up the Empire’s offer like I suggested—”

“Enough, Cedren!” Eldya barked, loud enough to make Hannah cringe. “Your impudence has waned on me long enough. I don’t even care what happens to you now. Your fate is in the hands of those presumably detaining you at the moment.”

The only noise heard from the comlink was the sound of Cedren scoffing and sputtering in dismay.

Throughout the entire conversation, Hannah was fixated on Eldya. A few times, she glanced over at the door to make sure it still held, but mostly she wanted to watch Eldya’s reactions. It was surprising how collected Eldya remained considering all the chaos that was happening. Other than the one outburst, Eldya hadn’t even raised her voice that much. There was no denying Hannah held at least some respect for this woman, all things considered. If nothing else, she wished she could hold herself together as well as Eldya, as her own level of panic hadn’t lessened much at all.

Once Cedren had been silenced, Echo informed Hannah that they were going to be taking care of the other people in the building and getting them to safety. Since all the droids were inside, getting everyone outside was the safest bet. Although, he grumbled that it was going to be more difficult to get past the droids without their weapons, and he made sure to clearly express how annoying it was that they had been taken away earlier.

Eldya seemed to not even acknowledge the comment, and Hannah sighed. “Wait,” she said as her eyes went wide. “Don’t those droids have the weapons?” She gestured towards the door, which was beginning to show some wear from the damage.

According to Eldya, the weapons had been handed off earlier and were being stored in a safe location. Echo urged Eldya to let them know where that was, but she refused. “I will not be having a bunch of soldiers rummaging around my weapon stores,” she strictly scoffed.

“That’s fine,” Tech replied, unfazed by the comment. “I’ll be able to locate it myself once I’ve hacked into the security system.”

Eldya let out a forced laugh. “You can certainly try, Clone!”

Only a few seconds went by before a blip went off on Eldya’s holoscreen. A warning of a security breach was now flashing in bright red letters. Eldya raised an eyebrow, and Hannah swore she saw a hint of approval on her face.

“I never try, Madame,” Tech smugly stated, which made Hannah break out into a proud smile.

The door to Eldya’s office was on the verge of collapse by then, and Hannah asked Eldya for reassurance that they had nothing to worry about. Eldya’s response was a smug chuckle, followed by her telling Hannah to take a cue from her hacker friend and let actions speak for themselves. That didn’t do much to quell Hannah’s worries though, and she went into a defensive squat behind Eldya’s desk.

A few more pounds were all it took to finally smash the door down. Hannah’s heart began racing faster as the droids stepped into the room. Eldya remained unfazed and stood proudly at the head of her desk.

The droids held their blasters out, aimed directly at Eldya. A small smirk grew on her face. Then in a flash, two pillars near the doors suddenly unleashed a flurry of lasers at the droids, instantly cutting them down to nothing but shreds of metal and wires. Hannah’s jaw dropped and she audibly gasped.

“As I said before,” Eldya said as she slowly sat back down in her seat. “Let actions speak for themselves.”

It was official, Hannah was definitely jealous of Eldya’s composure. She almost forgot about all the judgment her and the others had endured all day and just relished in the calmness of the moment. If Hannah only had half of Eldya’s confidence, she was sure her life would turn out quite differently.  

“Is this room the only place that has those lasers?” Hannah asked, which Eldya confirmed in response. “Then maybe it’d be easier to just bring everybody up here until the droids are dealt with. If this really is the safest place, then—”

“Absolutely not,” Eldya retorted. “This room is off-limits to most of the staff for a reason. I won’t let a few droids compromise that.”

Hannah stuttered out of disbelief. “But those people need to get to safety! And those lasers could easily handle all the droids that come through!”

Eldya looked at Hannah sternly, with one of her eyebrows deftly raised. “So?”

“So??” Hannah scoffed. “Those are your servants down there! Don’t you care what happens to them?”

“Why should I?” Eldya replied with a shrug. “They know their way around this building, they can get themselves out. And weren’t your friends supposed to be helping with that anyway?”

Hannah’s chest began to heave. Once again, she was back to outright hating Eldya and could barely hold herself back from unleashing her rage. Eldya wasn’t just judgmental, she was downright heartless. It was starting to make sense why Cedren had gone to such lengths to take her down, despite how reckless it had turned out.  

“Don’t work yourself up so much,” Eldya said, noticing Hannah’s huffy state. “We’re more than fine right here where we are. Let others worry for themselves.”

That was the last straw for Hannah. She couldn’t bear to even be around Eldya anymore and began stomping away from the desk in a huff. How could anyone even say something like that? Not only was it impossible for Hannah to not worry about things, but it was even stronger when it involved real, living people. Especially her own friends and family. It didn’t matter that she was weak and untrained compared to the others, they needed her. And she needed them too. And by golly, she was going to do everything in her power to help them.

“Where are you going?” Eldya questioned, seeing Hannah heading for the door.

“To help my friends,” Hannah responded, not even bothering to look back at the woman addressing her.

As Hannah reached the doorframe, Eldya said, “You should know I have the lasers set to eliminate anyone who attempts to enter the room. And I have no intention of altering that.”

With one foot still in the room, Hannah swiveled around to face Eldya for what might’ve been the last time. “That’s your choice, Madame. This is mine.” And she left the room without another word or regret.

Eldya slowly leaned back in her chair once Hannah was gone, once again folding her hands in her lap. “A pity, truly,” she lamented to herself. “Perhaps, for once, my judgment was wrong.”

The room fell silent once more. Madame Eldya simply sat and watched her security feed on the holoscreen. Whatever was about to transpire was out of her hands, just as she liked it.

[chenziee]

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When Garp handed him the newspaper with a stupid grin on his face, former fleet admiral Sengoku already knew he wouldn't like what was written inside. Taking a deep breath, he slowly unfolded the papers and immediately, the huge, bold headline punched him in the face, making him nearly choke on his tea.

Somehow, he wasn’t even surprised that Morgans found out about Kaido’s defeat faster than the navy but goddamn it, this bunch of kids really did it. Sengoku honestly didn’t think he’s see the day of Kaido’s fall, much less for it to happen thanks to some stupidly young pirates—the words ‘Straw Hat - Heart - Kid Alliance’ seemed almost mocking at this point. Damn brats doing the government’s job for them again.

Although, he did have to admit he would love to see Sakazuki’s face when he found out about this.

Looking at the attached photo of the apparent post-victory celebration, Sengoku’s eyes zeroed in on Trafalgar Law’s blurred figure and despite himself, he smiled. The kid might be a pirate, a member of the worst generation no less, but Sengoku still couldn’t help but feel proud of him, proud of the child Rocinante died to save. When he had talked to him on Dressrosa, he was worried the pirate was going to burn out, or completely lose his way after getting his revenge, but his lively—if annoyed—expression while he ate his rice ball and shoved at an equally annoyed Eustass Kid’s face with his foot… It gave Sengoku the feeling that instead, he had found himself somewhere along the way.

With the ruins of Onigashima behind him, he really looked like he was about to own the seas  and Sengoku hoped Roci was watching and was happy about the man his adopted son had grown into, about the great things he had managed to accomplish.

Just then, Garp moved to stand right behind Sengoku, reaching over his shoulder to poke at the photo. “Can you believe these three? They can’t even celebrate beating two of the emperors at once without fighting. I bet you Luffy started this,” he said, before bursting out in loud laughter.

Sengoku had to laugh as well. It really was ridiculous; they were like three little peacocks showing off their tails to see whose is the prettiest.

Wait, three?

He frowned, looking at the photo again. Now that he thought about it, Law really wasn’t the type to shove at someone with his bare foot, judging from how reserved he always acted during warlord meetings—all two of them that he actually bothered to show up for anyway. But he could only see Law and Eustass so where was the little Monkey?

Now that he looked closer, he could see that the foot in Eustass face was twisted at an unnatural angle that could only mean the ankle was either fractured several times over, or it was made of rubber. Following the limb with his eyes, he finally noticed another body splayed on the ground in between Eustass and Law, and soon he also found the arms that held up a plate stacked full of rice balls. It looked like the little Monkey was trying to keep the plate as far away from Eustass as he could and Sengoku was sure those rice balls were the whole reason of this scuffle. Then, he finally reached his head resting against Law’s thigh, clear threat in his eyes as he bared his teeth, looking like he was ready to bite Eustass’ metal arm off.

Sengoku shook his head in disbelief. It was no wonder he didn’t notice him at first; for one, his black hair was blending almost perfectly with Law’s dark coat, and two, who would look for the little Monkey in someone else’s lap? Certainly not Sengoku, and certainly not in Law’s lap.

Suddenly, the reality of what he was seeing downed on him.

Someone had a few questions to answer.

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As the Polar Tang pulled up to the Thousand Sunny one sunny afternoon, Law was surprised to see another small ship already there, swaying gently in the waves next to the Straw Hats’ ship. He didn’t recognise the vessel so at first he assumed maybe Straw Hat’s brother came to visit but then he noticed the navy flag and froze.

Listening carefully, he couldn’t hear any fighting; it was completely quiet, almost eerily so. But Law couldn’t see any damage anywhere, and the navy ship seemed too small to be a threat in the first place. The more he thought about it, the stranger it all seemed. He gripped Kikoku tighter, gesturing to his crew to wait at the Tang for now before he called forth a room and teleported himself onto the Sunny.

His anxiety wasn’t eased when he opened his eyes to see absolutely no one on the ship. Looking around the deserted deck, he tried to at least find some signs to tell him what in the world had happened but there was nothing except something that looked like a half-eaten newspaper page.

He was almost starting to panic when he noticed some movement in the direction of the kitchen and when he looked, he found all the missing Straw Hats in a huddle by the door, the movement he saw apparently being Tony climbing over everyone else to get as close to the door as he could.

Law sighed, rubbing at his forehead. He swore he would murder all these people one day—if they didn’t manage to stress him out enough to kill him first.

“What the hell is going on here?” he asked when he made it up the stairs to stand behind the Straw Hats, making everyone turn around to stare at him.

“Torao, hi!” Tony whisper-shouted from where he was hanging onto Nami’s shoulder, the only one who bothered with a greeting.

A long and heavy silence filled only with the crews judgmental, accusing stares followed. Honestly, this crew was so damn lucky their doctor was so cute or he would have beheaded all of them and stuck them to the mast.

“Well?” he prompted, raising an impatient eyebrow.

Several glances were exchanged until finally, Roronoa looked at him. “We were hoping you would explain why Luffy is getting a lecture.”

Law only gave him a blank look, trying to let his silence speak for itself but before the intended effect could arrive, Usopp interrupted, “Yeah, you could have warned us. Why didn’t you tell us who your grandfather was?”

What?

“For real. I almost had a heart attack when he got on board,” Nami added with a glare at Law as if it was somehow his fault.

“Right? Between Sanji, Luffy, and Torao, I can’t tell whose family is crazier.” Usopp shook his head before continuing in a disappointed tone, “And the fact neither of them bothered to tell us is ridiculous.”

Black Leg clicked his tongue then, lightly kicking Usopp in his shin. “Don’t lump me in with them, my only family is in East Blue.”

What?

“What the fuck are you people on about? My whole family is long dead,” Law snapped, his fingers flexing threateningly as his grip on Kikoku tightened again.

A beat of silence passed. Then Robot slowly raised his hand and pointed at the kitchen with his thumb. “Explain why this guy came here demanding he talks to his ‘grandson’s super boyfriend’, then.”

“And why he then grabbed Luffy and dragged him inside to talk about you. They’ve been in there for about half an hour now. I only hope Luffy isn’t getting squeezed to death,” Nico Robin added oh-so-helpfully.

Law’s head was spinning. First a nonexistent grandfather, now he was suddenly Straw Hat’s boyfriend? Ridiculous. He might have liked being around him, maybe his heart even fluttered when Straw Hat smiled at him in that blinding way of his, and perhaps he's been letting Straw Hat touch him more than strictly necessary, possibly even holding his hand once or twice but they weren't dating. Hell, Law hadn't even confessed yet.

He shook his head to make himself focus on the matter at hand. This 'grandfather' was a more pressing matter than his unaddressed feelings. "I'm going in," he sighed, then paused, looking around the eavesdropping huddle of people. "And get the hell out of here or I'll toss you in the sea."

"Sure you will," Nami muttered with a roll of her eyes, a smirk on her lips.

Law shot her and all the other grinning idiots a glare, which finally made them all shuffle away. Law was sure they’d be back the second he closed the door behind himself, though. With a sigh, Law gripped the handle and pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, two people and a goat turned to look at him and Law did a double take. Straw Hat was one thing. A random, actual, live animal on board was weird, but he’d seen much weirder on this ship. The old man who was sitting opposite of Straw Hat, however, that was a completely different issue.

“What the fuck?” Law muttered, unable to say anything more coherent.

“Hello, Law,” fleet admiral Sengoku said with a nod.

“Torao!” Straw Hat greeted as well, grinning and waving at him before he pulled out the chair next to him. “Come sit, your gramps has really good rice cakes!”

Law slowly turned to stare at Straw Hat instead and, a short moment later, moved forward as if on autopilot, too stunned to do anything but comply. Only when sat down and Sengoku tilted his rice cake packet towards him did Law manage to break out of his trance. “You're not my grandfather," he blurted out, eyeing the rice cakes suspiciously.

Sengoku hummed. "Technically not but you are still Rocinante's boy so I feel responsible for you."

Law blinked; it was true Cora-san was like a father to him and Sengoku did say Cora-san was like a son to him but that seemed a little shaky a connection to warrant the old man going around claiming he was his grandfather.

"We've been chatting about you," Straw Hat said, stretching his hand out to grab a handful of the rice cakes Sengoku was still holding out, then offering a few to Law.

At that, Law finally conceded and accepted the snack. He had to admit they were pretty tasty. "What about me have you talked about?" he asked, doubtful, yet almost afraid of the answer.

Straw Hat pursed his lips and frowned, quite obviously trying to remember the actual contents of the conversation. "Just how cool your powers are and that I shouldn't break your heart or something. It's not like I'm going to do that though, why would anyone do that?"

"Break my—" Law sputtered, his eyes going wide as he stared at the pirate who seemed like he didn't understand the implications of such a statement.

"I was just making sure your boyfriend was aware of the worth certain people place on you and your devil fruit and the danger that puts you in. Also that I will feed his precious hat to Baarbara if he makes Roci cry,” Sengoku explained, pulling out a rice cake of his own.

Ignoring the use of Cora-san’s name over his own, Law took a slow, deep breath before responding curtly, “I can take care of myself—”

“That’s what I said,” Straw Hat next to him announced proudly.

Law paid him no mind, simply continuing— “and he’s not my boyfriend.” He frowned, then added one last question, “Also who the hell is Barbara?”

“Baarbara is my goat,” Sengoku said fondly as he glanced at his pet, who was by his side happily chewing on something that looked suspiciously like one of Nami’s maps—Law really hoped he was wrong about that one. “But are you sure about that?” the former fleet admiral asked with a raised eyebrow, his eyes dropping down’t Law’s body to pointedly stare somewhere just above the tabletop.

Only when he followed his gaze did Law realize the position he was in. Somewhere along the way, Straw Hat had turned to the side in his chair, putting his legs over Law’s lap and, for some reason, Law had apparently put his own hand on his knee without even noticing. It was… yeah, it felt pretty damn intimate and Law felt heat raising to his face.

Slowly, he looked up at Sengoku, who looked like he was trying very hard not to burst out laughing. Then, his gaze slid to the side to glance at Straw Hat.

The other pirate was grinning back at him, looking entirely too amused by Law’s mortification, and Law scowled. “You’re not my boyfriend,” he said quietly, sounding uncertain even to his own eyes.

“I kind of am,” Straw Hat said, his grin widening even more. “Torao, you can be so stupid sometimes.” As soon as he was finished speaking, he started laughing in that cute, contagious, absolutely maddening way of his and Law…

Law has never felt so dumb and mortified in his life.

Yet, he still couldn’t find it in himself to push Straw Hat away when he leaned forward to give Law a messy, loud kiss on the cheek. Somehow, this had turned out to be simultaneously the absolute worst and best day of Law’s life.

He was still not showing his face around the Sunny again for a while though.

[writingsfromhome]

Winner’s Choice

A/N: I only have series-type ideas in mind, so I’m trying to write out short one-shot type fics instead just to pump the breaks a little. Any ideas are welcome but here’s my go at this: you lost a drinking contest to Harry and winner decides a tattoo for the loser...

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"3...2...1...GO!"

I lift the mug to my face and down the beer, ignoring how it splashes over the new top I had worn today. I should've know going out with Harry & Co meant I was getting messy.

Just a second apart, I slam my mug down.

"That was Harry!" The crowd shouts. "Harry's won!"

"It was tied!" I try to shout, ignoring Harry's smug face as his ego rises with the crowd's voice.

"I say rematch!" I shout.

"Don't be a sore loser, love!" Harry shouts at me. I stick my tongue out and hold my empty mug up, declaring louder I wanted a rematch. My swimming head tries to reason with me that it may not be a good idea but I needed to redeem myself.

Harry and I were good friends, I worked as an actor in the industry he dabbled in. And when he laughed at a stupid joke I made one day a few years ago, I'd latched onto him and we'd just become part of each other's lives since.

I moved across the pond from my childhood town in Maine when I turned 21 for an acting job, and have stayed since flitting from role to role. I missed my family and friends but moving here was also the best thing I did for myself. It did get lonely...which was why meeting Harry was also one of the best things to happen to me. Over the first year of knowing him, his friends became my friends and vice versa. I called them all Harry& Co. especially when I was drunk, all their faces blurred into each other and there were too many of them. Except for Harry. His face always stood out from a crowd. Being around him usually cured the ache I had for home.

"If I go again, you've got to put something on the table." Harry finally agrees. The crowd shouts out inappropriate things I could put down and I flip them off. I catch my friend's eye and she gives me a cautious look but I shake my head. I was having fun tonight.

"Loser gets a tattoo of the winner's choice. Tonight." Harry announces and the group goes crazier. My own mouth drops. I had to win this, knowing Harry he would do something ridiculous like his face on my ass. And this was the first time I lost to Harry, I could do this.

"Deal," I shake on it.

"Wait!" My friend tries to reason with us but we pull our mugs supplied by the crowd, closer to us.

"3...2...1...Go!"

I black out downing it but somehow, Harry's mug clashes down millisecond before mine does. A silence descends the room before Harry laughs. And suddenly everyone is shouting, cheering, throwing out tattoo ideas, and one voice is just shouting long live Harry over and over.

"I...." my mouth doesn't close on it's own, I lost. I rarely lost a drinking contest. But...Harry had me beat.

"Fair and square," Harry maneuvers around the table to sit beside me.

"I lost." I say, dumbstruck.

"It happens to the best of us, eventually." Harry kisses my cheek before jumping up and taking my hand. "Celebration dance."

I let him drag me to the dancefloor, trying to bring my mind back to reality. I was going to get a tattoo. My first. "Harry-Harry!" I try to get his attention. "Nothing ridiculous?"

"No promises," he winks. The alcohol sloshes in my brain as he pulls me into him and moves from side to side.

"Harry!" I shout out.

"You'll see," he grins, enjoying my torture way too much. "Just dance now."

His voice in my ear tickles, and I feel fluttery, far away. Some part of me knows that sober me was going to be pissed at drunk me.

I dance with Harry, following his lead, eventually drifting off to my friends, some strangers, and back to him.

"Should we get that tattoo now?" Harry says in my ear then.

"Maybe..." I try to put on my best convincing voice on. "We should wait for tomorrow."

"Nope!" Harry shouts gleefully. "Let's go now!"

"Nothing's open!" I shout but I was lying and he doesn't believe me for a second. I sigh, and find my friends to say goodbye. They try to tell me I didn't have to follow through but I know Harry would get this done one way or another. I may as well get it done while I was drunk and blame it on that.

The cold outside reminds me I left my coat inside, and when I come back out Harry's jumping up and down to keep warm. It makes me laugh but he quickly tugs on my arm. We run to stay warm towards wherever he decided this was going to happen.

It's a few blocks away, a sterile looking place with crazy colours on the walls that I realise are tattoo designs. The warmth inside the studio makes me shiver and Harry wraps his arm around me as we walk through.

"Harry nothing unprofessional please? I don't want to get fired from a job I don't even have." The cold air had sobered me up a bit and I was starting to regret this even more.

"Don't you trust me?" He asks with a glint to his eye that I didn't trust. "Wait here."

I sit down while he goes to talk to the artist, showing her his phone, pointing to various parts of his body.

"Y/N! Come on!"

I drag my feet over and glare at him as I settle in.

"You'll have to take your shirt off," Harry lets me know.

"You're picking where I get it too?" I ask.

"That's part of the deal!"

"I should've read the fine print," I grumble. Harry shows the artist the side of my rib cage-my shirt was still on but his finger traces a small curve up and down where he wants to place it. It sends butterflies to my stomach.

"Okay," I grab his hand so he could stop doing that. It wasn't helping my nerves. "Let's get this over with. But you can't stay."

"Yes I can," Harry insists. "I make up the rules."

"If I have to take my shirt off, he goes." I look at the girl giving me my tattoo and she shrugs, looking over at Harry. He sighs but agrees.

I take my shirt off and have to hike my bra strap higher, ready to settle into the torture.

"Please tell me it's nothing crude? His face included? Or a stupid message like Y/N hearts Harry?"

The artist laughs, "I'm not allowed to tell you anything apparently but from one girlfriend with a crazy boyfriend to another. It's not. Don't worry, just relax."

I try to tell her Harry wasn't my boyfriend but she turns away and I decide it wasn't worth it. I'd explained that a million times to my own mom who always asked if we'd gotten together yet. It was embarassing, my family back home was convinced we were having a secret affair. I stopped wasting my breath nowadays.

"So, do you get this kind of request often?" I try to make small talk.

"More than you think," the cold of whatever she spreads on my skin makes me shiver. I sort of wish Harry was here, to keep me distracted. I pull my phone out and text him.

"I'm back," his head pops in a few minutes later. The tattoo artist looks to me to make sure I was okay.

"Just talk your usual shit so I don't have to think about what I agreed to," I call out. He sits beside me but he falls silent. When I lift my head to look at him, he's staring at me. "Hey!"

"Sorry, I was thinking about the other tattoos I'm going to beat you into getting."

I roll my eyes, but my skin warms under his gaze. "I'm never agreeing to something like this ever again. You got me while I was weak."

"I'll convince you to get another tattoo again," Harry rolls closer to me. He rests his arms on my leg and leans his head on it.

"My leg's going to fall asleep," I warn him.

"Then we'll put another tattoo there," he smiles.

And back and forth we go, he keeps me distracted, and for the most part, the tattoo process is okay. I'm barely listening as she begins to tell me about its aftercare, she'd already said she would give me a pamphlet and Harry had plenty experience, I could ask him.

"Do you want to see it before I wrap it up?" She asks me. From what I felt, it was at least a few inches long and a bigger tattoo was too scary for me to think about.

"I need something to drink before I look at it," I say. "But I know if I don't like it it's his fault not yours."

"You'll love it," Harry pulls me to him and presses a wet kiss to my cheek. I push him away aggressively and agree to be bandaged. I tell Harry he owed me a few beers before I looked at it and he agrees. He purchases some on our way back to my place along with some food. The train ride home is mostly filled with him gloating but I suffer through it, imaging the worst case scenarios.

Back at my place, I stand in front of the full length mirror in my room, deathly afraid. I had waited nervously, threw back a couple of beers and shoved excessive pizza in my mouth. Harry seems more excited than me for the reveal and finally he joins me upstairs.

"So?" He asks, eyes on me in the mirror.

"Fine." I decide. I peel my shirt off slowly and Harry helps, I try to ignore the way my knees turn into jello at the sight of him doing that. "Fine."

My bra is crooked and I act as casual as possible that Harry is still standing behind me. I slowly peel the bandaging off, Harry comes around to help. I close my eyes as he finishes and count to three in my head. When I see it, my heart stops.

"Do you like it?" Harry asks like a kid on Christmas morning. He's buzzing with nervous excitement but all I can do is stare at the simple tattoo as my heart swells.

A few inches big, covering the side of my ribcage, is a twig of wild blueberries: a symbol of home.

"How did you..." I'm at a loss for words. My first tattoo. I just got my first tattoo, and it was...perfect.

"Well, you're always taking about how you miss home. And you rarely get to go back because of your schedule. And I looked up the official things for Maine, didn't think you wanted a moose so I-"

I shut him up by kissing him; that was the only possible response to this. He'd tricked me into getting the most perfect tattoo and if I was ever unsure before I was sure now that I loved Harry Styles. He knew me. His choice of tattoo made that clear. And I loved him.

"Woah," Harry steadies my shoulders when we part.

"It's perfect," I say, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "I don't know what else to say."

"I should've got you a tattoo a long time ago," he says before kissing me again. I could do this forever, I think, as I bury my hands in his hair.

His hand brushes the open tattoo and I flinch. It didn't hurt, but it was slightly sore.

"Sorry," he apologises against my lips. "We should probably take care of that."

"Ugh, wait." I kiss him one last time. "Where's that info sheet-"

"It's okay, c'mon." He leads me into the bathroom and sits me down on the countertop. I watch as he carefully washes his hands and washes the area. He knows where everything is. His face is scrunched in concetration as he washes and dries it. I marvel at how the evening started with his chaotic public personality to this gentle version here.

"This is gonna be cold," he warns before applying jelly over the whole thing. "Don't sleep on this side."

"I won't. I don't really plan on sleeping at all," I grab his shirt and pull him back up to me. I feel him smile as I kiss him, and he pushes me as far back as I can go before I hit the mirror behind me. I can tell he wanted this as bad as I did, and if it weren't for the tattoo we would be a roughened jumble on my bed right now.

"Bad night for a tattoo," he rests his forehead on mine.

"A tattoo can't stop me," I say. "Let's go." I lead him back to my bed and unclasp my bra. "I probably shouldn't be wearing this anyway."

"Fuck," Harry's mouth hangs open but before I can grow self conscious, he strides over and crashes into me. He doesn't bother with holding back, although he avoids my right side. But it doesn't even matter as I simultaneously forget every sense I have and feel every single nerve in my body at the same time as he takes me to bed.

After, when we lay facing each other on the bed, Harry uses his finger to trace my face. When he reaches my mouth, I kiss his finger. "Thanks. Tonight was...great."

"If you think tonight was great, wait until your tattoo heals." He swipes down my nose.

"I was only talking about the tattoo," I tease. "The rest of the night was...okay."

"Okay?" He immediately perches up.

"Yeah. Like...a 6 out of 10?"

He turns on his back and laughs, "You're in so much trouble. You better watch what you say next!"

"I'm not afraid of you--you had your chance with the tattoo and you chose something lovely."

He turns back to me, pressing a kiss to my lips. "You have to trust me."

"I do...usually." I smile. Harry rests his hand on my hip and zones out, his mind elsewhere. The silence stretched out and I can't help but ask.

"So...tonight isn't like, a one time thing right?" I was going to wait to ask but my nerves needed to be soothed. I also didn't want things between Harry and I to be in a gray area. He meant too much to me.

"No, unless...you want it to be?"

"No!" I nearly shout. "Only the tattoo part. Everything else, I'd like again."

"Okay, good." He slides closer to me under the duvet. "Because I wouldn't mind putting a label on this and-"

"Done." I say, not caring how eager I sounded because the grin that splits his face shows the same eagerness.

I mentally apologise to all the people I scolded who asked when Harry and I would get together. As I nuzzle my head into his chest, and he drapes his arm around me, I just think about how right it feels and why I didn't do it sooner. Tonight was a crazy night of bad decisions but every single outcome was perfect.

"I love you Y/N," Harry says after a while, I thought he'd already fallen asleep. I peek out from my position and his eyes are closed. I wait a moment but they remain closed.

I snuggle back in and suppress the urge to squeal. This night felt too good to be real, like I would wake up tomorrow morning and realise it was all a drunk-hallucination. And on the off chance that might be true, I wrap myself tighter against him and whisper the words back, hoping that he was awake enough to hear them.

When his arms tighten around me, I fall asleep happy, knowing he knows too. Maybe tomorrow morning, I would say it again.

[angelkurenai]

Cheesy fanfics - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Cheesy fanfics

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 3,520

Warnings: Spoilers for 15x20 I guess

Prompt: Hey! Thought I'd help your creativity out a little bit! How about "I almost asked you out in Winter Ball back in highschool but I chickened out and now it's Christmas and we're both alone and single so maybe this is a second chance?" Very Hallmark Movie esque, but I have faith in your creativity and am sure you're gonna kill it (if you choose to do it of course!). Hope it helps!

“You have to be kidding me.” you gasped, pressing a hand over your mouth as your eyes widened “Dean? Is that really you?”

“Depends, do I still look like the guy you remember? Or am I the old ass idiot I saw in the mirror this morning?” he joked, almost giving himself a pat on the shoulder for how playful he sounded and how he didn't trip over his words.

He had tripped over the cereal the moment he saw you, already, anyway. He was glad you had not noticed him at that moment because with his luck, he would have made an even worse fool of himself and ended up on the floor faster than could be humanly possible. But, in his defense, they weren't even supposed to be there and the moment he saw you, looking so damn beautiful as if not a single day had passed, he had been floored in any way that mattered other than literally.

“Oh shut up and come here, you asshole.” you scoffed, pretending to give him a glare but the smile that was on your lips was too bright for his mind to register anything else in the first place. It was all he could think about, all his treacherous heart could think of as it danced around like crazy in his chest.

“Ah hell, it's been so long.” he chuckled as well, letting his arms wrap around your form, his entire body melting on the spot as you squeezed him close to you “Too long.” he whispered, mostly to himself as he gave a squeeze in return, your body fitting perfectly with his the way it always did “I understand now though.”

He finally pulled away, though he let his arms rest on you for a few more seconds; just like he had let the hug last a bit longer than needed. It was self-indulgent, he knew it, but if he let himself memorize the way your body fit in his arms after all this time, then nobody could blame him.

“You understand?” you tilted your head to the side, and he almost felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs in that very moment. To look at you from this up close again, still in his arms, and to realize all over again just how easy it had been for him to fall for you in high school, it was inevitable that you could steal his breath away in a matter of seconds.

He cleared his throat “You didn't expect to see me all old and wrinkly. You expected to see the ghost of me, coming by to say Merry Christmas.”

“Well, you're not exactly wrong on that. Although, I didn't expect and certainly far from hoped it would be your ghost I saw this Christmas. Maybe some unlucky folk that died years ago.” you said with a soft shrug, voice low but tone as casual as talking about the weather. Fact which had not changed over the years and which brought a pleasant kind of warmth through Dean's chest, making him chuckle deeply.

“Well, thank you for your thoughtfulness. I've gotten close to that once or twice, can't deny it, but-” he noticed you stiffening up in his arms “All is good. In fact, it's better than it's ever been. You'll see. I'll get to tell you about it hopefully, one day.”

“Hopefully soon.” you said softly, nodding your head as you finally took a step backwards to put some distance between you because even though you'd have loved to stay like that forever, Dean had always been a a friend to you – a good one, yes, but one that had no idea about your feelings for him – and also because you were currently standing in the middle of the aisle as it was “Before you disappear without a single word for the next couple years or so, I suppose.”

“Yeah I uh- Well, you've got a point there. I'm-” he stopped himself, swallowing thickly over the lump in his throat “I'm really sorry about that. I- I wanted to- You have no idea how much I wanted to contact you but shit just kept getting crazier and I... I couldn't drag you into it.”

“What?” you whispered “No, no Dean, I didn't mean- That's not why I said it. I'm not mad nor do I blame you for it. No more so than I could blame life, both yours and mine. I mean, you could have always vanished without a single warning.”

“I wouldn't do that. I would never do that to you. You're too-” he stopped himself, clearing his throat “You've always been too important to me.” he confessed softly “I should just assume that I am somewhat important to you too, right? Given that I'm not a ghost by your own hand right now.”

“Hmm let's give it some time, shall we? Wait till about the end of the day to see how it turns out.” you said with a smirk, and a chuckle following soon “That is... if you will be around for that long?”

“Oh I actually plan to be around here for a lot longer than that. I mean-” he tried to hide his own giddiness when he saw the way your eyes widened and sparkled with happiness “It's Christmas, isn't it? People are celebrating and spending time with their loved ones and eating too much and watching sappy movies and I was never particularly one for the latter but it doesn't sound so bad to me.”

“You mean you're... on vacation? No ghost or vamp's got you here?” you frowned deeply.

“No, I uh I've actually been... trying to get a bit away from that. I am on vacation now, yes, but besides that I... Well, I don't do that anymore.” he said with a small shrug, not sure why he felt almost self-conscious about it “Not- Not hunting. I mean, yes, hunting. But-” he cleared his throat, taking great notice of the surprise if not shocked look you gave him “It's not like I am out. I'm more... slowly getting out of it. Taking fewer cases, looking for an actual job, you know that kind of stuff. There are fewer cases in general anyway.”

“And going on vacation, apparently.” you noted with a small smile, voice almost breathless in disbelief, and he nodded his head.

“And got a dog.” he pointed out with a grin, loving to see your eyes widen before a a wide smile spread on your lips. Gosh how he loved that smile. Always had and always would.

“Wow. Dean, that's really- wow.” you confessed, blowing out a soft breath “To tell you the truth, that was really the last thing I expected to hear. But certainly the best one too.”

“Thank you.” he smiled, and boy had he missed the way you could make his heart beat inside his chest “It's actually been so long, so much had happened since we last spoke.”

“Yeah no kidding.” you laughed “This- wow. That's incredible news, Dean. So...” you looked down shyly for a second, as if unsure “What really made you make the choice at last? The Dean I remembered didn't even see this as a chance. To get out of the life, it seemed like an impossible dream back then. Any... particular reason why now?”

“You could say that.” he nodded his head, struggling to hold back a grin when he saw the nervousness on your features, the eagerness and doubt to hear what he had to say. And it wasn't because he loved torturing you but because there was always a small part of him that held onto hope, that after all these years had not let go of you and his feelings for you, and that small- alright, great part of him, wanted to know if you were interested in him. Just like he had hoped and waited back then, trying to understand if you really had feelings for him. He had been so hesitant, unsure if he should really try his luck or if he was going to ruin the best thing he'd gotten in his whole life. In the end, he had chickened out and lost his only chance.

Or maybe so he thought. Because looking at you look at him in that way made him believe, hope even, that maybe there really were second chances in life. All he had to do was figure it out.

“Not- not that there is a person in my life that made me leave all that behind, no.” he chuckled “I'm still as single as you remember. That much hasn't changed.” he said with a half smile, feeling his heart flutter in his chest when he saw relief flood your features and your shoulders relax “It's just that, well-” he shrugged “Fighting against the devil, meeting his son and most recently beating god, well, that can change someone.”

“God as in...?” you blinked in surprise and he shrugged once more.

“Ah yeah, the big G. It was no big deal, but it had to be done, you know? He was a dick. Now somebody else is running heaven. The devil's son as I told you, he's family though so that's great. But that's a long story, I'll probably tell you another time.” he brushed it off “So yeah, as you see, things did change. And Sam and I are more free now, that's why we decided to really do what we like, honestly.”

“Yeah that really is a lo-”

“Oh and I killed Hitler, so you're welcome for that, by the way.”

“...Thank you?” you blinked, tilting your head to the side in confusion “I- Honestly, Dean, I was gonna ask if you mean it or not but knowing you? I'm fairly sure you're not joking here. And just because I wouldn't like to freak out in the middle of the market and look like some lunatic, I'm gonna change the subject yeah? Good. So-” you cleared your throat “What are your plans for the holidays? Seeing as you are in town.”

A deep chuckle left his lips and he nodded his head “Yeah, that's a better topic. Uhm honestly, haven't thought that far yet. I was just driving with Miracle, that's my dog by the way, and decided to stop by here to do some shopping without Sam shoving his rabbit food in my cart, you know?” he said, leaving out the part where seeing as the holidays were right around the corner he couldn't stop thinking about you - just like he did every time that time of the year - and drove back to the town he had first met you in hopes (and possibly with a lot of wishful thinking) that he could see you even from far away. It had not worked out in his favor the past couple times, he didn't expect it to happen this year but here he was and here you were and he felt worse than a child on Christmas' day. Giddy and buzzing with excitement and nerves, almost lightheaded the longer he looked at you.

“And you?” he asked after a few second, even though he would have been content looking at you and taking everything in forever “You got me carried around talking about my life and you didn't tell me a thing about yourself. Anything... interesting going on? I don't suppose you plan on spending the holidays all alone?... Besides your family and friends I mean.”

“Alone? No, of course not. I've got the most handsome and loyal man waiting for me at home. So I'm picking out whatever I can for the both of us now.” you grinned and he was almost sure you too could hear his heart shutter inside his chest, at least before you spoke up again “Yeah, I might have a bit trouble since I don't know what he likes yet but I think he'd find it easier to communicate with Miracle than with me, so I improvise.” you shrugged with a grin “I got a puppy a couple months ago as well.”

“Oh oh!” he blinked in surprise, his hands shaking in relief as a smile that made his cheeks hurt got plastered on his face “That's great! I remember you always wanted one. It's so great to see you finally got that. So you... I assume, you don't got... someone else then? I- I mean, not that it would have been a shock. Any guy should thank their lucky stars to have you by their side.”

“Nah no guy in my life like that. It's been a while actually. I'm just as single as you this Christmas, I'm starting to think there must be a pattern. Just like it happened back in high school, when we first met.”

“With the only difference that you're always the pretty one out of the two of us. I mean-” he laughed “Look at you, all these years have passed and you remain as beautiful as then if not more. It looks like not a single day has passed.” he breathed out the small confession, letting some of his truth slip into his words as he admired you. Things he had not been able to tell you back then slipped from his lips in a matter of seconds, though not any more easily.

“Yeah, as if.” you scoffed a laugh, looking down with a shake of your head “Besides, I remember someone else being the most popular kid in the school, even if you were the new guy. I mean, you had all the girls practically begging for a single look from you Dean. It was as if you were some god walking amongst us, even with some of that bad boy attitude. It had never been like that for me and the boys, heck I can't even remember a single guy that looked at me like I was a goddess or anything.”

If only you had decided to turn your head and take a look at him then you would get to see that and so much more. He had always looked at you as if you had put the stars up in the sky for him. Sam's words, not his. And if he had scarred off any guy with a single look or a couple more words during that time, it wasn't because he was acting worse than a territorial Alpha. Again Sam's words. The kid did talk a lot, yes, Dean had decided early on back in high school.

“I mean-” another laugh from you brought him back to the present “It's no surprise that none of the guys asked me out in Winter Ball back in high school, I didn't make it easier with how closed off I was back then.” and Dean and his looks didn't make it easier for the few that were about to ask either “So I'm cool with being alone this Christmas too. But what's really surprising is how someone like you is. I mean, you didn't go to that Winter Ball with anyone either, I remember that correctly?”

“No uh yeah, you're right. I never went to that one with anyone. Even though some girls-” he stopped himself before shaking his head, a laugh slipping past his lips as he he looked down for a moment.

“What?” you asked with a sweet grin and he almost caved right then and there. Or maybe he did, maybe he should at last.

“I just- I never realized my life was such a bad Hallmark Movie. I mean, I always thought it was a tragedy but no, gosh, it's a sappy Christmas movie.” he laugh, shaking his head in disbelief, taking in your laugh and the way it made his heart flutter.

“Why do you say that?”

“I mean-” he paused, he could take it back, he could change it, come up with something else and all this would be forgotten but then... then another chance would be lost again and this, this was not the same life anymore; he was not the same man, or better yet he was finally the man he wanted to be with a life he wanted and had full control over “I mean to say that... I almost asked you out in Winter Ball back in highschool because I've always had feelings for you but- but I chickened out and now it's Christmas and we're both alone and single, so maybe this is some second chance? Cause if it ain't that, then, it sure is a sappy movie or a cheesy fanfic... with a bad ending.”

The words were out before he could take them back. And part of him felt proud for himself, after years of endless pining and daydreaming - clearly Sam's words, thank you very much - he never thought there would come a day when he said all of this and yet here he was. Another part of him, a greater part, felt terrified. You looked at him with wide eyes, lips parted in shock and he had to hold himself from taking it back. He had lost one chance he wasn't going to lose this one too, no matter the outcome. And the outcome he did fear especially when there were no words coming out of you. His heart was pounding in his chest, all of his blood rushing in his ears and his lungs hurting because of how long he was holding his breath. His worry was slowly but surely turning into fear, however before he could say anything - not to take it back but to make you feel less bad about having to turn him down. It was an option, very plausible given how much of a catch you were as opposed to him, you spoke up.

“Or...” you spoke softly, playing nervously with the sleeve of your sweater “Or there is a third option, you know. I mean-” you shrugged and he felt like he was forever holding his breath, waiting for you to look into his eyes, holding his gaze for a few seconds before you spoke up “I always liked fanfics with happy endings?” before he could get to question you, you pointed upwards. And as his eyes followed yours, he did take notice of what you previously had. He blinked in surprise a soft laugh leaving his lips.

“Personally, I love cheesy movies or fanfics.” you said and looked back at you he noticed the shy grin that was on your lips and he made him feel 18 all over again “And if that mistletoe hasn't been there all this time... then, well, I think the new guy that's running heaven is really having a fit with our lives right now.”

“I don't know, I will really have to ask him next time I see him I think. Sam did love to tell him about my endless pinning and daydreaming every time Christmas was around.” a heartfelt laugh made his chest rumble, pleasant tingles filling up his entire body especially as he heard you giggle.

“Did you now? Wow. This day is full of surprises, then.” you bit your lower lip for a moment before adding “Well you what, we're gonna have a family gathering and dinner for the holidays tomorrow. I know it's on short notice but if you'd like to then... you know you're always welcome in my place and-”

“I would love to come, yes.” he breathed out almost embarrassingly fast, but your smile made it all worth it.

“Wonderful!” you grinned You don't need to bring anything, we've got everything, but if you'd wanna you can bring Miracle. And if Sam manages to make it here until tomorrow then he's more than welcome too.”

“Sure, I'll tell him. See if can be here.” he would but he already knew that Sam would do anything to give the two of you more time together so he knew he wouldn't be showing up “The real question here is: Will that aunt of yours be there?”

A beautiful laugh immediately came from your before you looked at him a bit apologetically “For a moment there I thought you'd have forgotten. Yeah, sorry, there's not way to avoid that.”

“So long as I'm not sitting right next to her on the dinner table, I think I will survive.”

“She's gonna keep her hands to herself, I'm sure. Besides-” you shrugged softly, looking up at him through your lashes “I don't think she would hit on my date too.”

“No, I don't think she would either. But in case you need to make it more obvious, kisses are allowed 24/7.” he said with an innocent shrug.

“Ah yes, about that.” you smiled, leaning up to peck his cheek “I would love to give you more, hopefully very soon. Especially in front of the Christmas tree at my own apartment afterwards, while we catch up.”

His eyes widened in surprise and you giggled before he breathed out “Gosh, I freaking love cheesy fanfics.”

[shadow-otousan]

Deciphering the years in which Shadowsan grew up in

 Alternative title: Debunking the supposed fact that Shadowsan is 40+ (I’m looking at you, cs wiki)

Since Shadowsan’s flashback in s02e03, this has been on my mind. After some intense image searching, I can finally share the fruits of my research. 

Let’s cut to the chase. 

This is Shadowsan as a child, then known as Suhara. (Also pictured are most likely his playmates.) The style of clothing they wear, which you can see mostly on the other kids, were fashionable as everyday wear for children during the 60s (and possibly earlier during the late 50s). This nostalgic blog in Japanese in which the author talks about their childhood and details the timeline of the decade, also describes the fashion worn by himself and his peers.

The caption (fortunately in English) as follows:

Children of everyday wear of 1965 is this is it !!

The boy on the far right and the two boys on the far left are wearing the style most similar to what we see in the flashback--sweaters worn over their shirts, and shorts that barely stop at the thighs or, if longer, above the knees. We can safely say that Shadowsan spent his childhood at least somewhere in the mid-60s.

Now on to the second decade and this time, we’ll be looking at Shadowsan and his brother. But first, we’ll be focusing on the most conspicuous example for what was considered the style of that decade.

This is Hideo as a young adult. Now the decade in which this took place was easier to figure. It might help that I had a 70s phase in college lol. The type of glasses he wore originated in the late 60s as a reaction to the unattractive and sometimes even downright butt-ugly spectacles of the past decades (except cat eye glasses but even that was a mixed bag). However, this style of eyewear really peaked in popularity during the 70s and it endured somewhat into the 80s.

Glasses became seen as fashionable with their large, thick, and colorful frames as seen in these ads. Tinted lenses, if we’re talking about sunglasses. Now what only stumps me is that I cannot find the exact example for Hideo’s glasses, as I see only one bridge on his frames instead of the more common two (those are the type of glasses Shadowsan buys for himself during the Fashionista Caper showing us that fashion is cyclical, but I digress). Regardless, the shapes are there.

As for his hair, you can simply find it by typing “70年代 アイドル 男性” in google image search. But for the sake of one example:

The only slight difference is that apparently, most of them parted their hair to the right instead of slightly to the left like Hideo does (and Masashi Sada as you can see above. Bonus points for being the few famous people in Japan who wears glasses so now I’m given the theory that the character designers lowkey based Hideo off of him. Highly unlikely, but it’s a nice thought. While we’re here, check out one of his songs like this one). His hairstyle also lasted until the 80s (because any start of the decade will always have holdovers from the previous one) until perms and hairspray made them even crazier. Hideo’s hairstyle can be describe as ‘feathered.’ Hideo’s clothes lack the then ubiquitous bell-bottom pants and wide lapels of the 70s though I’m chalking that up to even Hideo thinking those were silly (bell-bottoms could actually sweep up the dirt if you don’t wear platform shoes..I also tripped on them twice while walking ;w;).

Next, Shadowsan--este, Suhara as a teen.

Because he’s a rebel, it’s a given that his style does NOT reflect the popular fashion of his youth unless you’re in a gang (or trying to look like you’re a part of one). They seem to have one thing in common though: a buzzcut.

This was a photo of what seems to be gang members, taken by Katsumi Watanabe in 1972. The man on the middle right is the closest we have to Suhara’s style, befitting a misfit of Japanese society. On the contrary to medium-length feathered hair and colorful clothes, such rebels would go out of their way to stick out from the norm. Worth noting that the bosozoku fashion--in which elements of American choppers and 50s greasers are combined with Japanese elements (i.e. gakuran--high school uniform for males, hachimaki, sarashi, tokkou-fuku--”special fighting jacket”, etc.)--did not become quite popular until the 80s, so what Suhara wears is more or less a prototype of what will become the stereotypical look of Japanese delinquents (although those styles have actually coexisted too).

Now with all that out of the way. We can estimate as to how old they really are.

If Shadowsan was a 60s kid, that would place his birth years somewhere during the end of the 50s or the very beginning of the 60s, making him 50 plus or early 60s at the time of the show’s setting (2019).

Hideo, meanwhile, I’m just gonna take a wild guess and say he’s 5 to 7 years older (or even 10 considering how much older he looks compared to his brother in the current show), which would place his birth years squarely in the 50s, beggining, mid, or late. In the show’s setting, that would make him either 60 plus or pushing 70 years old. If 10, mid 70s or plus.

Until a concise number is given to us by the CS crew, I will strictly hold on to these conclusions as their more or less true ages. Of course, everyone is free to disagree because, after all, these are only theories and if they were to be debunked in the future, I won’t be surprised. Just a little heartbroken lol Because I’m not a historian of any sort nor am I Japanese, feel free to add on this or correct me on some mistakes I might have made.

And that concludes this post. Class dismissed ;P

(Last minute addendum: I would also like to point out that though it seems that most VILE operatives recruited are young as some argue that any VILE operative student had to be 20, nowhere in the show does it require only a certain group of young people can join. It might be entirely possible that as long as one is an adult (20 or older), one can join VILE. And Shadowsan, from the looks of it, seems to be in his late 30s or early 40s when he was a student going by his facial features. He just used to look really young bc Asian aging is a paradox. You can be older than you look, vice versa, and suddenly look like your age. But hey, like I said, only theories)

Ok, now I’m done~

[cluz1babe]

“Strong Tongue and Slender Fingers” Episode 4 Chapter 3

Guys, I’m sorry, if you see the name “Klee” it’s supposed to be “Y/N”.

The group was planning on looking for dragons, but that was put on hold for the following reason:

Sitting around a table in the library, the guys were all three reading quietly. Suddenly they saw Brynn walk into the library, carrying a book bound in blue leather.

“What’s up?” Dean asked.

“Did you say Y/N started changing when she was 15?”

Castiel groaned, “Yes.”

“She’s been able to hold it off?”

“Yes.”

“You might want to have a look, hun. It doesn’t explain everything, but there’s a lot to look at in here.” Brynn handed the book to Castiel.

He inspected the leather and opened it where Brynn left it. “Where did you find this?”

“Is was in the file room. In a box labeled ‘Cuthbert’. The name sounded familiar, so I looked.”

Sam lifted his chin, “What is it about? Did he write it?”

Castiel’s face lost it’s look of stress. “Oh...” Disappointment, then guilt, then embarrassment crossed his face. “Oh…” he cleared his throat.

Dean smirked. “Gonna let us in on the knowledge held within?”

Castiel didn’t say anything. Dean pulled the book away. His eyes immediately found what Cas had read. “Son of a bitch.”

Sam’s brow furrowed, “Could someone fill me in?”

Dean handed over the book to Sam who began reading.  ‘…Merfolk tend to be rather wary of outsiders, but are friendly once you get to know them. … can lose their powers. Females who lose their maidenhead to another outside of their species, often lose most (if not all) of their powers.’ “Is that it?” He asked.

“Is that it?” Dean’s voice masked the embarrassment he had himself, knowing how much he’d wanted to sleep with her.

“Dean, this book was filed away. For all you know, this isn’t a reliable source, which would explain why it wasn’t in the library. Besides, what in here is news?”

“Something happened.” Castiel growled.

“What?”

Dean butted in, “Sam, just know something happened… Something sexy… Involving Y/N and Cas…”

“You’re right. I don’t need to hear more. I still don’t know why that’s important.”

“Well, it didn’t end well.” Castiel rolled his eyes, “I think I took things too far. Before anything could happen, she got upset and left.”

Sam wasn’t catching on. 

“Maybe she wasn’t ready. Maybe she knows what she could lose if she…gives away her ‘maidenhood’.” Dean gave him more to go on.

“You think she’s a virgin? Because she left? You haven’t talked to her since then.”

“Told ya, Cas.” Dean added.

“You guys are jumping to conclusions. This book is about merfolk. We don’t know which is her strongest element. Dean, we know for a fact they aren’t real!”

“We were told they aren’t real. Maybe they’re just really good at hiding.”

The conversation was now mainly between Sam and Dean.

“Do you remember Mrs. Butters, Sam?”

“Of course.”

“I talked to Crowley. Wood nymphs are elementals. Y/N told us elementals encompass a wide range of beings. Merfolk are elementals. What’s crazier is it’s believed that elementals are either pre or post angel creation, or they are angels.”

“What?”

“Some believe elementals were sent to get things in order on Earth. That God didn’t create Earth all by himself. Apparently, they stood by and refused to take sides when war broke out in Heaven. Lucifer was sent to the cage, angels ascended to Heaven, but elementals were abandoned, stuck in between, due to not taking sides.”

“But I would remember them.” Castiel was trying to remember the battles and any other creatures and couldn’t remember elementals being part of it at all.

“Maybe not. Do you remember helping slaughter the first born sons in Egypt?”

Castiel’s head dipped and he thought about the time he found out he’d been there. “No.”

“On account of the brainwashing.”

Sam read some of the book out loud, “’They can have an affinity for more than one element, but only one they are best at manipulating: Earth, Air, Fire, Water, or Spirit.’ We don’t even know which is her strongest element, Dean.”

“I do.” Cas interjected, “Spending a lot of time together has led to us experimenting with the elements quite a bit. She manipulates spirit and water with ease. Earth is difficult, and fire and air are useful for party tricks.”

“When were you going to tell us?” Dean asked.

“I didn’t think it was important at the time, beyond helping her control it.”

“But she’s also related to water gods through her father.” Sam paused a moment. “She’s about 31 years old. Could she really be a virgin?”

“I was for billions of years.”

Sam noticed Dean’s hand was over his mouth. “What’s up with you?”

“I remember what happened. The reason she lost interest in me.”

“Now you remember?”

Dean stood up from the table. “God dammit.” He turned to face the other two. “She was right. I’m an asshole and I never deserved to be told the truth.”

“What did you do?” Sam was concerned for Y/N, though he knew Dean wouldn’t hurt her on purpose.

“We had been out drinking, talking. Thanks to my midlife crisis, I might have said some things…acted in a way that scared her off.” Dean looked at Castiel then back to Sam.

Sam rubbed his own face. “I thought I was doing the right thing by pushing her away.” After a few moments of silence, Dean added, “She came to us for help. If it’s this easy to help her, why doesn’t she just find someone to sleep with?”

Suddenly, Y/N’s voice broke the tension. “You have got to be kidding me.” They all turned to look at her and Romeo standing at the doorway to the library. She was obviously angry. “Is this as far as you have gotten? Talking about me having sex with someone to break some curse or something?”

She looked over to where Castiel had been, but he wasn’t there anymore, and gestured. “Great! Good job, guys! Thanks.” She was about to leave, but stopped at the doorway and leaned against it. Her eyes were about to tear up, but she shut that shit down so no one could see.

“Y/N, I’m sorry.” Dean muttered.

She turned around to look at them. “If I had known this is the best you had to offer, I would have never spoken to you. Do you really think I haven’t tried that?”

“So, you’re not a virgin?”

“I haven’t been a virgin since I was seventeen years old.”

Dean was astounded, “Really?”

“The guy I lost it to is standing right next to me!”

“Really? Him? What is he? 40? How old was he at the time?”

“Twenty-one.”

“When you were seventeen‽��� Dean exclaimed.

“It was legal in the state we lived in. Trust me, I checked recently. I was only 3 days away from my 18th birthday, which I have only just found out the date of, thanks to Jack. Anyway, this is none of your business!”

Romeo stepped forward, “Y/N.”

“What?”

“Does that book say what the definition of sex is?” Everyone looked at Romeo like he was crazy. “I’m just sayin’…there are different definitions. The classic definition of losing one’s virginity, does require a specific type of penetration. 

Both Y/N and Sam covered their faces in embarrassment. 

“These days, it depends on what you consider sexual contact and sex.”

Y/N groaned, “What is your point, Meo?”

“My point is that we never…” Romeo made a motion obviously meant to suggest penetration.

Y/N shifted from one foot to the other, letting this information sink in. Once it did, her eyes widened in horror. “Holy shit.”

“Classically, speaking. But we did just about everything else we could possibly do, eh?”

They both smiled, reminiscing, until Sam cleared his throat. “Can we get back to the book?”

Y/N crossed her arms defensively, “What does it say?”

“Depending on which characteristics you show, we believe you could be undine. Merfolk.”

“Merfolk.”

“There must be some relative in your line who was undine, and you’ve taken after them.”

Romeo was reading the book now on a different page. “You have skin that’s sensitive to dry environments, you can walk into snow with hardly any clothes on and be completely fine. When those people mistook you and Dean for recovery divers and you found those bodies, you helped him breathe underwater.” Romeo reminded her of a case involving a cave that quickly filled with water. “It all fits, Klee.”

Frustrated, Y/N yelled, “Why do virgins always get the worst of everything‽” She then left them all to think while she went to her own room to do the same.

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