#and i don't think anything is gonna turn up until everyone they knew who may also know anything is also dead

[wickedlittlecritta]

my pet theory about the gardner heist is that everything stolen is going to turn up in the attic of some mob guy’s summer house in maine in like fifty years after everyone involved is dead and somebody’s kid inherits it.

[evilminji]

*evil grin of The Ponderings™*

You know who DEFINITELY would have Unfinished Business?

Heroes. Professional "If I could just MOVE, just fight a BIT LONGER, save ONE MORE PERSON" Heroes. It's the ultimate and unending Unfinished Business. To protect people. Not just their friends, their co-workers, but the innocent people around them.

That kid, stuck crying in the rubble.

That business man, screaming in pain, caught in the cross fire.

The People NEED them. They SWORE. Their very SOULS burn with the NEED to help. But... the flesh gave out. Injuries. Age. Quirk overuse. They knew... they KNEW, this was not a safe line of work... but... but! Please! Just one more person! Why can't they just make their breaking, dying, bodies MOVE!

Of course they refuse to move on.

They are needed HERE.

Yet? Their hands pass through. Their voices do not reach. A hell of their own, unknown, making. They can't let go, but they can't HELP either. There isn't enough Ectoplasm here. The walls of their reality overly patched up, since that unfortunate leak a few centuries back.

After all, the Zone had dumped near lethal quantities of unfiltered Ecto into the atmosphere. They're STILL dealing with the mutations and fall out, aren't they? At least, they are according to the Zone. (Wtf is a "Quirk"?) And, yeah, someone should PROBABLY do an assessment on the ecological recovery of the Reality. But like?

Do you have any idea how few people have an Obsession for stuff like that? Wait your turn! The list is long and you're not fuckin special, okay? The agents are BUSY.

Now, you might wonder? Wait. If they aren't moving on. Are DEFINITELY Ghosts. Starving as they are. Refusing to die as they may be. Wouldn't... Wouldn't that leave the whole ass area around their Reality an ecological dead zone? If it got over patched and no Ghosts LEFT, thus noticed, and started to try and work on it from the outside? Assuming the COULD?

Yeah. Yeah it would be!

It's called the "New Wastes"!

There used to be some cool Lairs around there. But there was a turf dispute. Someone DID something. Punched a HOLE. And everyone re-died. It was fixed but never quite re-healed. Portals... don't show up there? For some reason? Meh. Wanna brawl?

No. Danny's curious. He wants ANSWERS.

It's his fatal flaw.

Well... that and his inability to keep his mouth shut. But he likes to think he's funny. So... off he goes! And MAN! Does it feel funky out there! Weird textures. Mmmm, Don't Like THAT ™. It's probably a King thing? The Zone here... FEELS wrong.

Not... the way it's SUPPOSED to be shaped, if that makes sense?

And? It feels... if you sorta squint? Like... a LOT of people AREN'T where they should be. But aren't gonna leave until they're READY. Ooof. Great. Someone messed up again. Why does he KEEP FINDING bits and pockets that need straightening out? Unruffling? It's like he has to keep smooth out this giant peice of fabric with all these stains on it. Clean the messes on it.

He feels more like a maid then a King.

Maybe he is?

Pretty sure he's more of a nanny, since the Zone is more of a whiny yet excitable toddler then anything else. Alright, let him in. And fix... whatever THAT is.

So he steps into the Reality and? Huh. Japan. Neat. He always meant to go, never got around to it. Why is that man an otter?

.......oooohohooo, this place was HELLA fucked up by Ectoplasm, wasn't it? This is multi generational exposure. It's in the air. The water, ground, buildings. But stale to the point of stagnation. That can't be healthy. At least a few people he sees have developed ecto-resistance, thank the Ancients.

Danny discovers there are? "Superheroes"? Or just... heroes, apparently. They sell shampoo lines and athletic gear. Villians are petty criminals and psychopaths. All lumped together. He gets fuckin CHASED by the COPS and half the cities spandex patrol, called a "villian" (you know, like the purse snatchers and the DUDE WHO TRIED TO OPEN FIRE ON A CROWD) for flying around trying to assess the situation. Not speaking Japanese fast enough.

Soooorry! He TRIED to answer your confusing barked demands! This isn't his native language! He's translating through Ghost Speech! He knows it sounds unsettling to the living! It's the best he's GOT, man! (Asshole)

He escapes, obviously, because he's not 14 anymore. And honestly? He could top 200mph or so AT 14. He's only gotten faster. Intangible flight means no wind drag, motherfuckers~! OR need to dodge buildings! HA. Try to follow him through THE GROUND!

A few Blob sucked (to remove the ectoplasm) bits of treasure later? And he leaves a pawn shop with local currency. Thank YOU shady pawn shop! Ask him no questions, he'll tell you not lies. Enjoy Pariah's gold.

He does tourist things. Buy foods he's never tried, wanders around. Sees what's needed. Noticed a lot of people struggle with some aspect of the ecto-mutations brought on by the extreme Limnality. Need accessibility aids.

.....well, he IS a Fenton. His parents would disown him on the SPOT if he left with out at least TRYING to help. So he tracks down one the local ghosts. He'll need a guide or two.

He? VASTLY underestimates how desperate a sea of Obsession Starved Hero and Vigilante Ghosts will act, the INSTANT, they realize not only someone can see them... but it's? Their "Boss"? They aren't sure HOW they know that. But they DO. It's THE Boss. Here to help them! Asking for HELP ™ from THEM!

Yes

YES THEY CAN DO THAT

He gets swarmed. Hundreds of ghosts fighting over each other. Shouting. Turning on each other like rabid animals. All worn down and ragged by their Obssesion starvation. He's forced to shout over them.

And? Holy shit, these are only the ones from THIS CITY, too.

Thank Zone, again, he's no longer 14. That he has friends who are Rulers ™ that taught him HOW to Rule. To delegate. Pretend he TOTALLY knows what he's doing. That every action is on purpose.

It takes less then two hours, with all the experienced Unground Heros help, to make himself a Real Boy and buy a building. Put himself into the correct databases. He officially has licenses for things he's never studied. Is a tax paying citizen. Even belongs to several local clubs.

Over the next few days? He sets up his new... oi! Quickdraw! What're they called again? Right. "Lifestyle Support Company" which? Is a dumb name. But, Fenton Works is Fenton Works. Somehow he always kinda knew he'd be inherenting. It's in a cruddy part of town and the prices are cheap as he can safely get um.

He already had two customers, even though half the building isn't even fully set up. Which? I mean... he gets it. Poor guy. Knives for hands. Sharp ones too. The other guy's Obsession made him emotionally react to colors and like three different ones were ruining his life. So, hand Prosthetics controllable by knives and color filtering wrap around glasses.

Took him a lunch break or two.

Changed THEIR lives.

Suddenly his shop is packed. Schedule screaming for relief. And the ghosts? Getting more tangible by the day. See, his work shop? Ecto proofed. Let's him relax. But it ALSO let's him radiate fresh, clean, Ecto out into the air. And as King? With a direct line to The Zone? He puts out a lot.

There start to become Sightings.

People who SWEAR they saw long dead Heros out of the corner of their eyes. Dead vigilantes. That was who through that bottle. Who tripped that thug at just the right moment. Who unlocked the door. The SWEAR. They aren't crazy!

And... at first? Brushed off. Stress does a lot of crazy thing to a person, ma'am. But? How do you brush off, making eye contact with your dead best friend? Your old mentor on the other roof? That vigilante, who you WATCHED bleed out? Can you brush them off... when a vigilante from the dawn of quirks, punches some two bit villian on live television? Calls the Heros on the scene gloryhounds? Goverment dogs?

Runs from the cops and vanishes into thin air?

When this shit KEEPS HAPPENING?

Is spreading?

Are... are you supposed to arrest them for illegal vigilantism? How? They're THE proto-Heros! You don't want your name tied to that! The HPSC is furious. The goverment is uneasy. There are like... 6 dudes and a lady, openly stalking some kid in UA. Trying to mentor him. He looks moments away from a nervous breakdown.

Us too, kid. Us too.

All? While Danny? Is just sitting in his lil shop. Tinkering. Not HIS problem. Gotta let the ghosts here get it out of their system. Get their Obsession's full. Then it's all aboard the Zone Train. He's just here to make sure no one does anything "Too Crazy".

What's HIS definition of "too crazy"?

Wouldn't YOU like to know, weather boy~☆

@hdgnj @lolottes @nerdpoe @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @spidori @the-witchhunter @legitimatesatanspawn

[justmyguiltyggpleasure]

2nd Chance at Love (pt.1)

Summary: You and Karina used to date during trainee days until she decided to break up with you right before debuting. Nowadays, you're a member of Le Sserafim and have quite a player reputation. What happens when you cross each other's life again but this time, one of her members is interested in you

Warnings: none for this one, just an intro.

PT.2

(2020)

- May I at least know why? - you ask her after what felt like an eternity in silence. The cold night feeling even colder now in this almost desert park.

- I made the cut. I'm going to debut and I just can't have anything jeopardizing that. - Jimin, your now ex-girlfriend, said. Face stoic and voice devoid of any emotion like you've never heard before.

You've been dating for two years now and until a minute ago you'd swear you could get through anything together. Having been by each other's side in the worst moments. You were there for her whenever she would second guess herself, whenever she would call crying after being scolded a bit too harshly, taking her on dates on your days off just to get her mind away from everything, and she would do the same for you too.

You thought it was forever. Well... what do you know?

- Why would I ever do anything to jeopardize your career, Jimin? - you ask feeling a bit offended.

- I can't be caught in a dating scandal, much less a gay one. - she answered simply, using the same tone as before, not sparing you a glance.

- Jimin, we're not gonna be caught in a dating scandal, we could easily pass up by being friends. It's not like we were ever out in the oper, kissing in public or anything like that. - you try to reason with her. You knew that once this conversation was settled, it'd be definite.

- I'm not willing to take the risk. I don't think it's worth it. - your eyes welled up at that moment. "It's not worth it? We're not worth it? These past two eyes weren't worth it?"

- Yoo Jimin, is this a joke? Look me in the eyes and say it again. - she turned to you with those empty eyes

- It is not worth it. - it felt like a punch in your guts. You wanted to cry. You wanted her to at least show a little emotion, just so you felt like you mattered. You wanted to yell at her but instead, you just sighed

- Okay. If that's what you want. - with that you stood up and left. Letting the tears fall as soon as you crossed the street.

That's was the last time you let someone get so close to your heart romantically.

(2023)

It's been a year since you debuted with Le Sserafim. Honestly, being gay in the industry wasn't that bad, specially when you're the girl crush of the group, with a tomboy style and confident aura, you managed to attract plenty of girls. You usually slept with staff members or backup dancers, unless a female idol approached you first, you would stay clear from them. But from idols to staff, you would make sure that everyone you slept with knew your one rule

'I don't get with a girl more than once', you'd make that clear to every woman that came to you and luckily they all understood that pretty well and were only looking for some fun or a taste of the rainbow.

Le Sserafim's promotions overlapped with Aespa's and Eunchae took the chance to interview their leader and maknae for Star Diary. You stayed with you members back in your dressing room. Close as you were with your members, none of the them new of you past with Jimin.

- Y/N, can you go get Eunchae? She must be done by now and you're done changing. - Sakura asked and you blinked twice before answering. You knew who your maknae was interviewing.

- Of course, unnie. I'll be right back. - exiting the room you take a deep breath before proceeding.

Bowing for sunbaes and greeting some acquaintances on your way you get to the room the use for the recordings.

The door slightly ajar let you know the staff was already packing, maybe you're safe after all. You knock and let yourself in.

- Unnie! - Eunchae comes crashing into you for a hug

- Manchae! - you answer with the same enthusiasm and return the hug like you don't spend almost the entire day together and don't live in the same dorm. - Sakura-unnie sent me to get you. Are you ready to go? - you ask looking in her eyes failing to notice two pairs of eyes watching your interactions.

- Almost done. Let me just say goodbye to my guests. Come with me. - she pulls you before you could say anything and that's how you find yourself face to face with your ex after 3 years.

She almost looks surprised when you approach.

- Hello, Karina-sunbaenim, Ningning-sunbaenim. Nice to meet you! - you say bowing to them thanking anything sacred for your voice not wavering.

- Hello, y/n! - Ningning says waving

- Hello! - is the only thing Jimin day and she still looks kind of shocked.

I mean, she knew she would have to meet you eventually with promotions and all and she knew you were Eunchae's member. Having agreed to go out together with their respective members, she was bound to see you again. This industry was only so big. Still, she wasn't counting on seeing you today. She's caught off guard.

- Let's go, manchae. We're wrapping promotions today and I promised dinner's on me. I'll let you pick the restaurant. - looking at your member again, you say smiling softly

- Yay! - Eunchae smiles brightly. - Unnies, I loved having you as guests. Let's meet up again soon. - turning back to you - Y/n-unnie, I worked until now, give me a piggyback ride.

Sighing you crouch down and she jumps on your back laughing when you pretend to drop her.

Turning again you nod your head to the girls and politely say goodbye to everyone in the room, turning around and leaving with your maknae.

Jimin following with her eyes unaware of the other pair of eyes also following you with amusement and interest.

- I'll ask for her number next time. Maybe I can be an exception to that rule - Ningning says more to herself than anyone proceeding to exit the room leaving a stunned Jimin behind, feeling something she wasn't supposed to feel

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[obx-pogue4life]

The Right Path For Us

Summary: Rafe just wants to be able to feel his girl without anything between them and that need turns into a conversation which leads y/n and Rafe to realize they just might finally be ready to start a family together

Warnings: Fluffy smut. Slight breeding kink, begging, swearing, kissing, slight dirty talk, mentions of sex, pregnancy and marriage

"Please baby? Let me feel all of you without a condom,"  my boyfriend Rafe begged. "I need to feel you against my cock. Don't you want to feel me without that barrier in between us? Don't you want to feel my hot cum shoot into you, painting your insides with my seed?

"What I want Rafe, is to not get pregnant by my idiot boyfriend who thinks it's ok to just unload in me freestyle because he wants to feel all of me," I say to him sternly. I'm gonna stick with no.

"Awww come on y/n, what's the worst thing that could happen? You get pregnant? So fucking what! Who cares if I knock you up! You don't want that? Please...I know you. You'd love it if I put a baby in that belly of yours. You'd love carrying around a little Cameron and have everyone know that you belong to me.

I start to blush and Rafe gives me that shit eating grin of his, knowing that what he said is right on the money. "I fucking knew it," he brags.

"OK fine, but just because you technically may not be wrong does not mean I am ready- actually scratch that, that WE are ready for a baby Rafe.

"Pffffftttt," he says looking directly at me. He takes my hand and laces our fingers and leads us to the couch. I follow him but am a little surprised at his sudden silence. We both sit down, him still holding my hand and sit a minute in silence. "Do you know how much I love you, y/n?," he quietly asks, turning to face me.

I mimic his turn on the couch and notice how serious he is. "Of course I do Rafe. I love you just as much, with all my heart," you answer him, grabbing for his other hand. I put it directly over my heart and place my hand over his. "Forever," I say softly. Rafe's face lights up immediately and he moves our hands from my chest to his, repeating the word that means so much to him.

"Forever," he says to me. "I would love nothing more than to start a family with you y/n."

"I'm barely 20 years old," I say desperately trying to come up with reasons to tell this gorgeous man in front of me as to why we should not have a baby right now.

"Well that's a shit reason," he says chuckling. "Just because we're young doesn't mean we aren't ready. We are plenty mature and have plenty of money. NEXT," he says confidently.

"Well...we aren't married, we aren't even engag-," he cut you off with a wave of his hand.

"That is 100% your own doing y/n and you know it. If I had my way, we would have been married a long time ago.

"If you had your way, we would have been married in high school and we might not have made it here because you know perfectly well that it would have been really hard to make an actual marriage work when we still have to worry about getting to homeroom on time and submitting book reports," I say as calmly as I can muster.

We have had this talk many times over the past several years of dating and we both agreed to hold off until I was finished with college and Rafe played a bigger part in his dad's company. I know that him just being a Cameron alone would support us well beyond our means, that is always a big part of our arguments, but it's very important to me to know that we can make it on our own and support ourselves by having real jobs and skills to fall back on just incase we ever needed them. I also wanted to make damn well sure that Rafe knows I loved him despite his money, not because of it and this was a clear way for me to prove that to him; not that he ever questioned it but I never want to give him a reason to. With a family like the Cameron's, there comes a lot of underlying responsibility and a lot of obligations and I never felt ready for all of that, no matter how much I loved Rafe. Well...until now, that is.

"I still think we would have been fine but that was then y/n," he presses. "What about now?"

"Are you actually being serious right now," you say slowly, thinking.

"Serious as a heart attack baby," he states coolly.

"Please baby? You know I will always take care of you and you know how much I love you. It's only a matter of time before you're a Cameron anyway," he smirks at you, leaning in for a kiss. I sigh into his mouth, knowing he's right and struggle to come up with any real reasons why not to at least try to start a family. It probably wouldn't happen right away anyway and I know how much having his own family means to him. I also know he will always make good on his promise to take care of me and to love me. So maybe now could be the right time?

"So I'm not saying yes but-," THERE'S A BUT!, he interrupts.

"Oh my gosh, eager much," I tease him, poking him in the ribs and smiling. "I'm not saying yes but if I were to agree to this, I want to hear you tell me that this just isn't just about sex. I need to hear you without you trying to put the moves on me that you really want this as much as you say you do Rafe because so so help me god, if you're lying to me just to get me to let you fuck me without a condom-," BABY he interrupts again.

"You know me better than that. I would never trick you like that! What kind of a jerky bastard do you think I am?!," he feigns in mock rage.

"I know that," you sigh apologetic. "This is just a huge step for us and I just really need to make sure we both want this for the same reasons."

"We?," he questions, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

"Yes, we," I say to him, smiling back happily.

"You know how badly I want you and to start a family together," he says taking his arms and draping them around my neck. I might have started out like a little bit of a jerk earlier but it's just because I love you so much and my need for you clouds my mind sometimes. And I know that sounds like a line but you know in your heart that I mean every word of it. The pleasure we'd feel would just be an added bonus y/n," he smirks at me.

"Is that so?" I say egging him on.

"Oh baby," he says raspily, his eyes filling with lust. "You have no idea how good it's gonna be."

I feel myself gulp as my eyes widen from his confidently naughty confession. My breathing gets a bit faster and Rafe immediately notices my body stiffen in front of him.

"What are you thinking, y/n," he asks me, resting his head against my forehead.

"That I want you," I immediately say and then blush. I can feel Rafe's eyelashes fluttering against my face and the way his breath begins to pick up. He presses his lips to mine in a sweet kiss and I can feel the smile on his face. After a minute he pulls away to look at me.

"What else do you want?," he asks me, his tone desperate to hear my words of affirmation.

"I really want to start a family with you," I tell him earnestly. I always have. I just wasn't sure we were ready for it until...," I look at him as the realization washes over me. "Well... until this exact moment. It just feels so right. The more I hear you talk about it, the more it just makes such perfect sense."

Before I could barely finish my thought his lips were on mine in a fevered panic, needy and wanting, as if he hadn't kissed me in ages. Between breaths he paused only to say how much he loves me and how happy I make him, confirming to me that this was absolutely the right path for us. As he lay me down on the couch, his body is pressed flush against mine as he puts my hands over my head and clutches my wrists. I sigh in complete content as he kisses my neck and I let my eyes close allowing that familiar feeling to start bubbling up inside me.

"Raaaaffeee," I moan out, letting him know how good he's making me feel.

"I know baby," he says in between biting and sucking on my delicate skin. He moves to my mouth and gives me a long, sweet kiss. His tongue melds with mine so perfectly, it makes me wonderfully dizzy and all I can think about is how in love I am with him. When he stops kissing me and pulls away it takes me a second to come back to earth. I open my eyes and find him smiling, staring at me and his necklace dangling right in front of my nose. I playfully grab the chain gently and he leans in and kisses me sweetly on the nose.

"What?," I say giggling. He's still looking at me with that goofy grin on his face and he once again makes me blush.

"Now," he says with a twinkle in his eye. "I just have to get you to agree to marry me."

[stargirl-int3rlud3]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

straw hat crew x gn! reader

🗯 ! swearing, flirting, suggestive language !

synopsis; how i interpret opla characters would react to having a lover who has water powers. — ♡ ᵎᵎ

LUFFY; He thinks that you are the ABSOLUTE coolest person alive, like what??? you have water powers?!!!??? Luffy is so pumped and will ask to see you do little tricks ALL the time, but it's okay because he's cute. When he sees you use your water powers for the first time he's like "WOAH WHAT WAS THAT AND WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU COULD DO THAT??!!!!!!" If you kick Luffy's ass using your water powers he's 10x as impressed, but when he sees you kick somebody's ass using it he's in the background like "WOOOOOOOO!!!!! THATS MY PARTNER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

You and the crew are in the midst of kicking this pirate and his crew's ass. Now you guys are kinda getting you're asses kicked so you choose now to use your water powers. A wave of water picks up one of the pirates by his ankle and spins him around before throwing him into the oblivion. While you go to help Nami, Luffy is stood with his jaw practically on the floor. He continues to watch you as you form a water-y fist to punch a pirate guy off of Nami. He's even more shocked now, his eyes bulging out of his skull. After the fight is over, Luffy approaches you about the topic. "Why didn't you tell me?!" Luffy says, a little bit more hurt then he intended. "Tell you what?" You ask, confused and concerned. "THAT YOU WATER POWERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" "Oh, yeah, I don't know I just- I guess I didn't want you to really look at me differently or anything" "Of course I still see you as my cute partner that I had seen you as before I knew, but now you're my cute and cool partner" You place a hand on your chest, pretending to be hurt but he gives you a sweet smile and you drop your arm and hold it out to give him a hug. "Soooooo, are you gonna show me some cool water tricks you can do?" "If you'd like" You smile, pushing your fingers through his hair.

ZORO; He thinks it's really cool, but will refuse to admit it to your face. Secretly, he fangirls about how cool you are. Then, he gets to thinking and realizes what an awesome power couple you two make. Greatest swordsman in the world and a water master. Name a more iconic duo. When he first notices you using your water powers he's like "Woah..what the hell that was pretty cool". If you kick Zoro's ass he may be sour for a good 30 minutes or so, but deep down he thinks that it was kind of hot that you did. At first he's afraid to tell you this info because he is still same old Zoro who has a hard time opening up, but when he does he has never been more glad. You take that info and run with it, aka you ask Zoro to help you "train" or just challenge him randomly just to kick his ass. If he thought getting his ass kicked was hot wait until he watches you kick someone else's ass.

You had asked Zoro to help you train, in which he gladly agreed. He was fully ready to hand your own ass to you, that was until a random wave of water washes over him making him lose his footing and fall to the floor. You stand over him with one foot on his chest to keep him down. He let's out a scoff before pushing your foot off of him and stomping away. Part of you felt bad, but you knew that he would get over it and he was just being a sore loser at the moment. And you were right, by the time dinner had rolled around he was way less pouty than before. As everyone sat around the table, Zoro scooted in closer than usual to you. He placed his hand on your thigh, confused at the gesture but too hungry to really care, you leave it alone. That's until towards the end of dinner, Zoro's hand starts to form little circles that turn into big circles against your thigh that make you instinctively squirm. As his hand gets closer...and closer....and- You stand up leaving the dinner table quickly, making everyone stare at you and then Zoro. Zoro shrugged as if he hadn't done anything, "What's their problem?" After Zoro finishes his dinner, he finds you in his cabin were you are intensely staring at your balled up hands. He makes a noise to alert you of his presence and that's when your head whips up to stare at him. "Why'd you do that?" You ask. He leans over and whispers in your ear, "It's kind of hot when you kick my ass" You blush a little bit, but let out a little giggle at Zoro's oddness. One in which he doesn't appreciate.

NAMI; She thinks it is so badass. Her partner has water powers?Fucking awesome!! When she first sees you using said powers she's so amazed and wants to know everything about it. How it works, what you can and can't do, how you obtained such powers. Those such things. If and when you kick Nami's ass with your water powers she'll except defeat and tell you how cool and awesome she thinks it is. Similarly to Zoro, Nami also finds it quite attractive to watch you kick ass and protect her.

As much as you hated to admit it, Nami was currently getting her ass handed to her. Not wanting to see anymore of your partner getting hurt, you form a small tsunami to wash out the person currently causing harm to your lover. Confused where the hell a small tsunami came from, Nami looks in your direction as you continue to form mini tsunami's to take out the several bad guys you were fighting off. She stares at you in utter awe and amazement. Not only did you just protect her from getting her ass whooped but you also looked pretty damn good doing so. Later Nami would approach you about it. "So." "So?" You look at her confused. "When were you planning on telling me you have water powers, huh?" "Oh,I- I don't know...I wanted to tell you but I didn't think you'd believe me" "Of course I would believe you, I...I love you" "AWWWWWWWW NAMI I LOVE YOU TOO" "Okay, now don't make it weird" Anyways, from this day on Nami will ask you to use your powers to help her with tasks. Nami loves the help and you love being Nami's company, it's a win-win.

SANJI; OMG OMG OMG!!!!! He is so so super excited!! Like, that's so cool to him. To be fair he thinks anything about you is fascinating but this especially. He's your #1 fan and will fight anyone who judges you over the power. Sanji is forever a lover. ANYWAYS, when he sees you using your powers for the first time he is just so awestruck and head over heels for you. Anything (and I mean, anything) you do is so special to him. He makes it his mission to learn about these powers. When you kick Sanji's ass, which he let's you do even without your water powers, he is the happiest man in the East Blue. I'm a firm believer that Sanji likes to be topped but that's besides the point. When he watches you kick someone else's ass he is very proud even though he wishes he could protect you more often than he can.

You just told Sanji one day, like you were bored so were like- "Hey Sanji?" "Yes, Darling?" "I have water powers" He drops the pot of water he was just carrying and stares at you. Now you kinda feel bad so you use your water powers to clean up the mess and Sanji just watches with the biggest eyes. After he's out of his shocked state he grabs your face and holds it close to his which evidently makes the hue in your face turn a bright pink. "That." Kiss. "Is the." Kiss. "Cutest" Kiss. "Thing." Kiss. "Ever." Kiss. At this point you're a bit overwhelmed (in a good way) by Sanji's kisses, but get a hold of yourself. "Does that mean I can help in the kitchen more?" "Only if you don't burn it down" He laughs at your eagerness to be with him more.

USOPP; Much like Luffy, he is so excited and wants to see you do all kinds of tricks and thinks it is the most hilarious thing when you pull water pranks on him with your powers. Usopp is kind of used to getting his ass kicked so it doesn't bother him too much, now for kicking others asses, that's a different story. Usopp is constantly having to be brave and I think he would truly appreciate if he was the one being protected, of course he'll protect you if you need it, he just prefers what he prefers.

You and the straw hat crew were currently being attacked by other pirates and as you witnessed Usopp running around scared for his life, you felt a pang in your heart. Without a second thought you used your water powers to whisk away Usopp from danger and instead right by your side where you knew he'd be safe.

At first he's freaking out cause why is he being lifted into the air by a wave of water. Then, once he realizes it is your doing he calms down before freaking out again.

"OH MY GOD HOW DID YOU DO THAT? YOU HAVE POWERS? WATER ONES AT THAT??? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME"

You had to settle him down before telling him that you just didn't want to make things weird. He told you that he didn't think it was weird at which then led to him telling you how much he likes being saved by you. You use this knowledge to your advantage and takes every oppurtunity to save and protect Usopp which always ends with him going on and on about it with Nami and Zoro who then complain to you about it later (I didn't add Luffy into the mix because he wouldn't complain, he'd just be like "that's very cool of you.").

☆ | YIPPEE!! This one is cool, I liked writing it

[nunalastor]

The official hoof art and the beach art you reblogged has me daydreaming about a beach episode.

Not sure if the Pride Ring has an ocean, but Lucifer has canonically made a wildly popular theme park called Lu Lu World, so maybe he's made some water parks or (artificial) beach resorts too. So maybe after the construction of the new hotel's completed and Alastor's returned to the group, he decides to take his daughter and her new family to one of his water parks for some fun and relaxation after a really harrowing experience.

They get there and everyone's prepared to have fun, Charlie and Vaggie are cooing over how pretty/cute the other looks in their swimsuits, Angel definitely chose something racy and he's playfully flirting with Husk, and Husk carrying the cooler full of beers and rolling his eyes at Angel but has a knowing smile. Cherri Bomb joined in as well and is hyped to go surfing for the first time since she died and offers to teach Niffty who giggling like an embarrassed schoolgirl by the amount of skin on display. Lucifer's excited to show off his waterpark to Charlie and her friends and he closes it to the public for the day so that they can have it all to themselves. They get there and everyone is eager to jump into the water. Everyone except Alastor, who takes a seat in the shade and decides to read while everyone else is playing. He doesn't even take off his Hawaiian shirt.

Angel Dust teases Alastor for being a stick in the mud which just gets him grabbed by an underwater tentacle. Alastor has a laugh at Angel's terrified screams, but doesn't do anything more than scare him. Angel Dust decides he's gonna mess with Alastor in turn, so he gets everyone together and proposes a game; try to get Alastor's shirt off.

No it's not just 'cause he wants to see Alastor shirtless, shut up Husk.

It takes some cajoling, but eventually Angel's able to get everyone on board with the game. Mostly everyone. What follows is a series of Looney Toons style antics involving badly faked accidental tripping, booby traps, and at one point a giant fan. But whether through bad luck or Alastor's preternatural senses, he manages to dodge each and every attempt. Up until the very last moment when Niffty actually does trip for real and covers his shirt in fruit punch. Alastor's annoyed but he doesn't get mad at Niffty. He just goes to the changing room to clean up away from the prying eyes of the weirdos he's found himself in the unfortunate company of.

Lucifer feels kind of bad, realizing they may have crossed a line or three. So after Alastor's been gone a while, he grabs a towel and his spare shirt and follows Alastor to the changing room to offer him a hand.

But when he walks in he's stunned to find Alastor shirtless, running his shirt under the faucet. Nearly every inch of Alastor's torso is covered in horrible, rough looking scars. The moment Alastor notices Lucifer staring at him in the mirror he goes full demon, antlers elongating, bones popping out of place, and roars at Lucifer to get out. Lucifer isn't scared of Alastor exactly, but his heart is pounding nonetheless as he runs out of the changing room.

(No idea if Alastor's scars are still canon - or if they ever were canon - but god I hope they are.)

When Alastor eventually steps out of the changing room, back to his normal form, dressed, slightly damp, Lucifer is waiting outside for him. Lucifer starts to stammer out an awkward apology for barging in when he knew Alastor was changing, but Alastor cuts him off. With a perfectly pleasant smile that is at odds with the icy look in his eyes, he simply says, 'let's keep this bit of unpleasantness to ourselves, shall we?' and leaves to rejoin the group.

Since Alastor's determined to act like nothing happened, Lucifer goes along with it. Still, he can't quite shake the image out of his head.

(I don't think the scars are canon but who gaf about canon tbh.)

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Cop Dad Swap

I made my way to the kitchen, expecting some good alcohol since Brittney was rich. Holy shit! There was a huge variety of everything! Now THIS is what I expected at a college party! Who fucking cared if I wasn't even in college yet, or old enough to drink? This shit is crazy!

"What would you like my good sir?" asked some random guy at the table. I didn't think he was an actual bartender, since he was wearing normal clothes. Probably just some weirdo.

"Oh I dunn-" I didn't even finish my sentence when he put something into a shaker and poured it into a red plastic cup. He then handed it to me. Well, I guess if I'm at a college party, I gotta act like a college party guy. I chugged it all down in a second. Suddenly my throat burned like hell.

"Fuck man, one step at a time! Save the chugging for cheap beer. These drinks are classier." He poured me another. "This time baby steps my man."

I was kinda mad, but accepted the drink anyway. I walked back into the living room where people were on the dance floor. I saw my buddy Trent dancing with yet another random girl he just met. I swear that dude solely exists to break hearts.

"Hey! Garrett! Did you get the drinks?

"I got one. If you want one, go get it yourself."

"Ah fuck you! But seriously though aren't you scared your dad's gonna show up? I mean he IS a cop around here."

"Probably not. I'm sure there's lots of parties going on right now. What are the chances that he'd come to this one?” I noticed someone started talking to Brittney. It must've been bad because she widened her eyes and turned the music off. With the new silence in the room, we could hear the blaring police sirens outside.

"Shit who called the cops?" Someone said. The door opened and none other than my stupid dad appeared. His ugly bald head reflected the multicolored lights and he looked around at everyone, while I tried to hide myself behind the crowd. Beside him was the sheriff, Marty. My dad may have been good friends with Marty but he didn’t have to bring the fucking sheriff for something as simple as this.

"Allright allright, party's over. Nobody's getting arrested as long as you cooperate." Everyone started walking out the door and I was exposed. My dad widened his eyes when he noticed me.

"Garrett?! What the fuck are you doing? You know better than that!" He just HAD to start the lecture NOW out of all times, embarrassing me in front of everyone.

"What? I can't come to a party now?"

"Don't try excuses on me! I saw that cup in your hand. What? You expect me to believe that's water? Get in the car. Everybody else move it!” We both started walking outside while Marty stayed to lead the others.

Inside the police car, we were silent for a while until he blew up on me once again.

"I can't believe you were fucking underage drinking! Do you have any idea how irresponsible you are?! You're in your senior year of high school. Do you really think that’s going to be a good habit when you go to college?! You're grounded until graduation. I don't care how harsh that sounds. Graduation you hear?” I knew that nothing I said would change anything so I kept my mouth shut the rest of the car ride. 

Back at home, we said nothing to each other as I walked up to my room and slammed the door. About an hour went by and I heard a knock, followed by my dad coming in.

"Hey."

"Go away."

"I just wanted to say that I overreacted a bit back there. It made me so angry seeing the type of person you might’ve ended up as." He was fumbling with his wedding ring. I don't know why he keeps it on anyway. I never knew my mom, and it's clear my dad is divorced so why does he wear a damn wedding ring? He needs to find a girlfriend or something!

“You have no idea how stressful it is! Why can’t I go to some little party just to unwind?”

“I was young once too! I just don’t want you to go down a bad path. You have so much more to learn. This isn’t a good habit to form when you go to college.” It was then that I blew up on him.

“Hey at least I am going to college! Unlike a certain dumbass cop…” His eyes widened and I saw nothing but pure anger on his face,

"I was going to shorten your grounding sentence, but after that attitude not anymore!" He then slammed the door once again.

Trent texted me a bit later, asking if I was going to be able to go to Brittney’s homecoming party. Shit! I forgot about that! There was no way I was going to miss it so we devised a plan for me to sneak out.

The night arrived and I had my plan all set. Trent was going to call the cops on some other party to lure my dad away. When he leaves, Trent will come and pick me up and it's party time! I was in my room pretending to be bored, when right on schedule, my dad came in.

"I got another dumbass party to shut down so stay here, and don't even think about leaving this room. You're still grounded." He had a serious look in his eye.

"Sure sure. I'll be good," I said sarcastically. I looked out the window and as soon as his car was out of sight, I texted Trent. Within minutes he arrived. I quickly got dressed and he picked me up.

"Dude, you're either the bravest guy ever, or the stupidest."

"Hey, I won't stay too long. Just enough to see what it's like really. And then I'll be back in my room before he comes home."

The house was easily twice as packed as the last party, it was incredible. Brittney came down the stairs and approached me with a confused look on her face.

"Hey, wait I thought you were grounded or something. Aren't you afraid your dad is gonna come back? He better not."

"Nah, relax. He's doing some other stupid police work. I won't stay too long anyway."

"Allright, if you say so."

I went to the kitchen, like last time, to find an even bigger variety of drinks! Nobody else was in there so I thought I'd experiment myself this time. I picked up the shaker and started pouring drinks, even though I didn't know what the hell they were. But I didn't care! I'm just glad I was able to sneak away from my dad. I tried the drink and…well it was actually awful. Oh well. I headed to the dance floor and started showing off my moves. I could hear everyone cheering me on until I felt a bit faint. The last thing I remembered was falling over and a couple people looking at me concerned.

When I opened my eyes, I was outside in the dark. What happened? Was I that drunk and they kicked me out? I felt pretty normal though. I walked back up to the door. When I closed it, a draft flew in, which was especially cold on my head for some reason. I let out a deep breath and when I turned around, everyone was staring at me. But it wasn't the type of confused stare I expected; it was a terrified stare. The music stopped and it felt like they were staring into my soul.

"Uh, I'm ok now.” My voice sounded really weird. There was an awkward silence until someone shouted in the back.

"Well party's over…AGAIN!" As everyone started walking out, I noticed Brittney was yelling at someone on the floor.

"Nah, fuck you Garrett. You're not allowed here again. Get up!" Weird coincidence that there was a guy with the same name as me on the dance floor too. As the crowd cleared, I felt a chill down my back as I found “Garrett” looked exactly like me! He seemed to be unconscious. When I approached him and Brittney, she looked up at me…which was weird because we were the same height. Did she get shorter or something?

"Oh uh, he didn't get beat up or anything bad. Just had a few drinks I guess." She spoke so compliantly, unlike the normal way she gives me attitude with every sentence. I noticed the guy on the floor was wearing my clothes too. He didn't just look like me, he WAS me! Was he a clone or something? What's going on? A breeze came through the still-opened door and hit my head again. Why is it so cold up there? I touched the back of my head, and felt a smooth spot. What the fuck? I searched around for my hair…for ANY hair! But all I could find was a smooth bald head. It couldn't be…I looked down at myself and found I was wearing a police officer's uniform, complete with the badge and full utility belt. Brittney stared at me, concerned.

"Is uh everything all right, officer?" No no! Don't call me that!

"I uh, can I use your bathroom?"

"Uh yeah, it's up the stairs and to the left."

As I made my way up and through the hallway, I stared down at my hands, noticing eerily similar things - a wedding ring and a watch that looked exactly like the one my dad wore. I opened the bathroom door and quickly locked it. I gazed into the mirror to find my fears had come true. I turned into my dad!

I grabbed my cheeks and tried pinching them, to make sure it wasn't all a prank and I was just wearing a mask, but nope. I could feel it all. It was real. Fuck! I saw how smooth and shiny my head was; I knew he shaved his head every morning, but I didn't realize how smooth doing that actually made it. It's like a fuckin bowling ball. I hate this! I had long hair before and now it's just all gone! It was freezing up there! I hated cops, so it was really uncomfortable wearing an officer's uniform too.

"Hey are you ok in there?" It was Brittney. I faked a flush and washed my hands.

"Is Garrett still asleep?" It felt weird referring to myself in the 3rd person.

"Yeah he won't wake up."

"I'll just carry him to the car."

Brittany walked to the kitchen, probably to clean up the alcohol before I saw the amount of it. When I got to the living room, I found Marty standing there. He looked up when he approached me and pointed at me. 

“Hey you! What do you think you’re doing?” Shit. Does he know?! 

“I’m sorry I-” He turned his fake frown into a smile.

“Don’t be. Sometimes we just can’t let anything else come before our duty. Even me.” He leaned over to kiss me. What?! What’s going on? “I guess we’ll have to reschedule that date to some other time.”

A date? Does this mean the whole time, my dad was gay? And for Marty? Was the whole wedding ring thing a facade? Marty actually had one too so maybe they both did it to prevent a scandal within the police department or something? I snapped back to reality when I noticed Marty was still waiting for an answer.

“Uh yeah, sure. Of course!”

“Good! Let me know!” He rubbed my bald head. It was then that I started getting hard …my dad's cock was getting hard. Marty wasn’t my type though! But suddenly the thought of him was making me feel good. Is this because I'm in my dad's body or because he's flirting with me? 

I picked up..myself..off the dance floor and put him over my shoulder. I walked over to my dad's police car, and reached into my pocket for the keys to open it. I placed…myself inside, buckled him in, took my phone out of his pocket, and sat down in the driver's seat. I always hated my dad and hated cops in general but it felt pretty awesome actually sitting in the driver's seat of a police car. Like one of those movies where they have to steal one to save the world or something. The flashing lights were still on, but luckily I knew how to turn them off. I pressed the button and began driving home.

When I got home, I picked up my body once again, and carried him. It didn't really occur to me earlier, but if I'm in my dad's body, does this mean he's in my body? Fuck, I can't stand the thought of my dad going around embarrassing me in front of everyone! But he still hadn't woken up yet. What if whatever magical spell made us swap was keeping him asleep? But if he does wake up I need somewhere to put him at least. I walked upstairs and towards his room, and placed him on his own bed. I guess that'll do. I went over to my own room and plopped onto my bed, the pillow feeling extra comfy touching my bare head. I rubbed it again, actually kinda enjoying how it felt. Even though the body belongs to my dad, I'm still borrowing it right now. So I guess I have the freedom to touch myself anywhere. Not that I would want to go…down there. That's my dad's cock, gross! But I'm gonna need to jerk off eventually; I'm already feeling kinda horny now…but why? The thought of Marty crossed my mind and I suddenly was imagining him naked. Shit, not this again. He kinda was cute though, in like a lame cop kinda way. Man, I honestly wanna fuck him now.

At this point my cock was getting so stiff that I could barely take it. I started stripping, taking the heavy utility belt off first. Each garment came off until I was just in my dad's boxers.

I can't believe I was about to do this. I felt around my new dad bod, then peeled the underwear down to see my dad's cock. It was actually pretty big, maybe like 10 inches or so! So nasty…but I had to focus on the thought of Marty to stay hard. I took the underwear off so I was fully nude, laid down on my bed and started jerking it. I imagined Marty cornering me against the wall, kissing me until he grabbed my cock. He then got down on his knees and started sucking it until…I was pulled out of my fantasy and came. The white load shot all over my bed, much further than I could ever do in my body! After the climax wore off, I realized how gross it was that my dad's cum was all over my bed. But it felt so good! Actually, I have no clue how long I'm gonna be like this, or how long my dad is going to stay asleep so I could definitely take over his life for a bit. I'm not grounded anymore! Even better, I guess I'm a cop now so I have power and authority! I took my dad's phone - I mean MY phone - and called up Marty.

"Hey Marty, I have an idea…”

[itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland]

Paid in Lies (Spike x Y/N)

Requested: No.

Synopsis: This is lore for the character in the other fics. It helps to build up the relationship and the direction. Feel free to get acquainted with it. <3

Word count: 2.5k

TW: None.

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Another droll day with the Scoobies. The Magic Box was their hangout after all. Spike wishes he was anywhere but this place. However, he found himself at the metaphysical store more times than not. After getting the chip implanted and losing his ability to kill, he finds himself being amused by their banter and attempts at saving the world.

Today was different. The normal Scooby chatter was taken up by a voice he didn't recognize. A story he had never heard was being told followed by laughter. He was weary of new people.

"So then I told him that he couldn't tell a newt's eye from a bat's and that's what makes him a horrible wizard." Y/n exclaimed and laughter erupted.

"I can't believe you got into a fight with a kid over the last piece of candy." Willow stated.

"I take Halloween very seriously." You quipped.

"Aren't you like a hundred?" Xander chimed in.

"Rude. I'm 25. I can still trick or treat. They say it’s the only day the big bad doesn’t come out" you got up from your chair and walked to the register when you noticed Spike.

Everyone became nervous about your statement.

"What big bad?" Buffy asked.

"I don't know. It’s just something people say." Spike approached you. "Welcome to the Magic Box how can I h-"

"Don't bother with him, he doesn't buy anything." Giles interrupted, having come from the back room after he heard your comment.

"Oh. In that case, hi I’m y/n." Your voice was inviting, suspiciously so. Spike didn't trust it but didn't back away.

"I’m the big bad" he responded.

"Interesting. Then it means that you don't come out on Halloween."

Willow snickered.

Spike seemed incredulous. You just met him and you're already making fun of him.

"He's Spike, he just exists." Buffy chimed in.

"Rough." You stated.

An awkward silence followed. No one would say it, but they wanted you gone. It was time for the Scoobie’s nightly meeting, and you weren't invited since you were a regular civilian.

Giles finally got the hint. "Y/n it’s gonna be a slow night. Why don't you head home."

You hesitated but nodded. You packed up your things. "Night guys! It was nice meeting you Mr. Spike Big Bad."

As soon as you leave the chatter picks up. Conversations about the latest big bad and how to take them down takes up the space. But not for Spike. His interest is peaked by y/n. He's used to being mocked but never by someone he just met, much less a human. If you knew who he was would you still try that stunt? He was strung out from a previous altercation and was actively looking for trouble. So, he starts asking questions about you.

"She just came in one day and asked for a job. She doesn't talk much about herself but knows a lot about the occult." Willow offered.

"I bet she's a demon" Xander chimes in.

"How about we slow it down on the demon accusations. She might just be a big nerd like Giles." Buffy mentions.

Giles frowns at Buffy's retorts.

Spike mulls it over. He's decided to get more information out of you. He may be off base, but he feels that you're hiding something. No one comes to Sunnydale just because.

The conversation continues in the background as Spike devices a plan to follow you, maybe find out more about you. He exits The magic Box without a word. He’s hot on your trail watching your every movement until you stop. He doubles back into an alley. He hears you snicker. He’s so irritated by your calm demeanor that he breaks his silent stalking.

“You know, pretty girls shouldn’t be walking alone at night.” He walks up behind you.

“You think I’m pretty?” You turn around, a grin on your face.

He’s definitely annoyed now. “I could kill you if I wanted to.”

“Same.” She retorted and started walking off.

He stands there, flabbergasted. Who do you think you are? Don’t you know who you’re dealing with?

He walks up to you again, walking beside you. Eyeing you as you walk silently.

After awhile you speak up, “It’s weird for you to follow me.”

He’s quiet again. You knew he was following you. Most humans are oblivious. “You’re not afraid to be on your own, huh?”

“Nope. I’ve done it my whole life. Being an orphan does give you that hyper independence vibe.”

He stands in front of you, stopping you in your tracks. He thinks over whether he will show you his vamp face. Maybe scare you a bit. He decides against it. “Just be careful, love.” He walks away.

“If it’s so dangerous, why don’t you walk me home, big bad?” You shout out to him.

He stops, smirks and turns around. He smugly walks up to you and you both resume a quiet but steady pace to your house. Upon arrival you turn to him, “I can’t invite you in. I just met you and I can’t risk all that noise. Thank you for walking me home, though.”

He nods nonchalantly. “Goodnight, then.” He walks away feeling a bit awkward. Like, what just happened? He offered to walk a stranger home and you refused to invite him in? Did you know he was a vampire? Were you just being polite? So many questions.

The next day a similar occurrence happened. He saw you at The Magic Box, heard you talking about the occult soliciting laughter with your odd anecdote, and off you were to your home. He debated whether or not to follow you again. As if his feet had a mind of their own, he trailed behind you once more. He caught up to you and started small talk.

Where did you come from. “North Carolina”

Where were you going. “To find freedom.”

How long were you planning on staying. “’Till the money runs out.”

Who were you in love with. You paused at his bold question. He shrugged, “well, answer the question.” He pressed.

You took a pause. You told him of two previous lovers, both in which love was unrequited. You explained that you lived for the moment and not for men.

Before he could start up with questions you interested with your own. You asked the same questions. He hesitated to answer your questions honestly.

“Same questions. Go.”

He sighed. “England. Err.. to…” He paused. He realized he didn’t have the answer to where was he going and how long he was planning on staying at Sunnydale. How to explain that he is a vampire with no real vamp-like behavior? How to admit that he was obsessed with Buffy? So, he opted to skip to the last question. “It doesn’t matter. As for love, I had a nice lady. Crazy bird, she was. I loved her until she left me. Now I just go with whatever fancies me.” He flashes you a grin. You laugh.

“You’re harping on me, but you have no real plan or ambitions.”

That hurt his feelings. He had ambitions, in the past he wanted to kill the slayer. Now he wants to date her. Maybe his priorities got skewed.

As he further mulls over what you said, you both arrive at her home.

“Thank you for walking me home, again. It’s nice to have company.

And so, this became a daily occurrence. Spike would walk you home and ask you about your life, your day, and your connection to the Scoobies. It seemed harmless and he enjoyed how normal you made him feel. With you there was no talk of demons or the end of the world, just a normal human doing human things.

A month has passed, and Spike is still walking you home every day you work at The Magic Box. Today Spike felt bolder in his questions while walking you back home.

“What are we?” Spike side eyed you.

“That’s a bit forward. If you need to know, I thought we were friends. I mean, aren’t you and Buffy a thing?”

He was taken aback by your observation. Of course, he had a thing for Buffy, but it wasn’t reciprocated.

“Let’s change the subject…” Spike trailed off. “Friends, huh? Don’t got many o’ those.”

You smiled. “Then consider yourself lucky to have me.”

He looked away, a smile on his face.

You arrive at your house. “So, when are you inviting me in?” Spike spoke up.

You paused. How to tell him you know… “I’m not ready. Give me time.” You made heavy eye contact. He stepped closer to you, sharing your space. You stood there for what seemed an eternity.

“I’m not gon’ hurt you.” He whispered.

You nodded, “I know.” You leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. You turned around and entered your house.

He stood there, surprised, and giddy. He smiled, a genuine smile as he walked back to his mausoleum with a pep in his step.

2 months have passed, and you too have spent a lot of time being close. Boundaries are still in place. Like he’s not allowed in your house, but you too linger at your doorway, in each other’s space. He is still after Buffy, but he brushes his hand against yours, whispers into your ear, and plays with your hair, among other affectionate touches.

3 months have passed, and you and Spike have gotten to know each other well. The Scoobies were weary of your inside jokes and playful glances.

“You know, the sun is setting quicker.” Spike mentioned as a hint that it was time for you two to head out.

You sighed. “Let me finish up this order.” You looked up at him feigning annoyance.

“Don’t want the big bad to get you.” Spike gave you a playful look.

You smiled. “Well, what am I keeping you around for?”

Xander groaned. “Kiss already.” He yelled in frustration which made you and Spike laugh.

As you were getting your bag a demon came crashing in through the entrance of The Magic Box. It snarled and tore down shelves and tables that were in his way. “Give me the slayer” He exclaimed.

“I’m right here, tall and ugly.” Buffy jumped in.

“Not slayer.” He swatted her away. “Real slayer.” He pointed at you. Everyone looked at you confused. You debated on whether to feign innocence or help out. Before you had made up your mind the demon started charging at you. At that point you back flipped into his line of fire and kicked him in the jaw. Everyone stood incredulous.

You proceeded to beat the demon punch after punch. Not holding back, you pulled a sword from a sheath you had strapped on your back under your shirt. Without hesitation you went for the demon’s throat, blood splattering everywhere. You stood covered in blood but triumphant.

Silence followed. You turned around, “Ta-da?”

Buffy stood from her spot and marched up to you. “Who are you, really?”

“Yeah, explain yourself.” Spike yelled from the back.

You sighed, defeated. “Everyone sit down. I’ll explain. Please, just listen and then ask questions. It’s a long story.”

You proceeded to explain that you were close to 1,000 years old, 985 to be exact, and that you were then deemed the slayer in your village. You were raised by your grandfather who was also your watcher. On the night of your 25th birthday, you killed a vampire that was the lover of a very powerful witch in your village. The witch, heartbroken and vengeful, put a curse on you that you would not die until you found peace. That doomed you to roam the Earth in the search of true peace.

The gang was quiet. The atmosphere was heavy. You were ashamed and embarrassed.

“Why did you lie?” Spike spoke up first. His voice was heavy with anger.

“I had to. It’s so difficult to be open about why I still exist. It’s shameful.” You lowered your head.

He didn’t seem satisfied with your answer and left. Your eyes trailed after him. You knew you hurt him. You purposefully created a whole life, and he believed it. You both shared moments, connection, vulnerability and yours was all a rouse.

“I’m confused. How can you not die?” Willow asked.

Her question snapped you back to reality. “Um, uh, Well… If I get mortally wounded, it heals faster. Even if it’s a fatal blow, my body regenerates.”

“What happens if you get decapitated, maimed, or burned alive?” Xander asks, curious.

Everyone looks at him. “What?! You were all thinking it.” Everyone nodded.

You chuckled. “One word. Regeneration.”

Everyone nods. “That makes sense and ew.” Xander responded.

You stand there, still covered in blood answering question after question. Have searched how to break the curse? Do you know what will give you peace? How many slayers have you met? Do you enjoy being eternal? You answered every question until they were satisfied. The conversation shifted to how 3 slayers could exist.

“It makes sense now how you knew so much about the occult.” Giles chimed in.

You grinned. “I dabble.” You say trying to be funny. A joke that landed flat due to the circumstances.

“I know this is weird. Me existing is weird but know that I didn’t mean harm. I’m just trying to figure out how to end this curse. I can’t be running around divulging my existence to every slayer. Having two slayers makes it easier to say that there is a third but still. You must understand where I’m coming from.”

The gang was quiet, pensive. “I think it’s best that you go. We can talk more about this tomorrow.” Giles stated.

“I know this is stupid, but do I still have a job?”

Giles glares at you. You raise your hands in a defensive stance. You decide it’s best to leave.

You walk home, alone. It’s the first time in the last three months that you were walking home alone. You felt tired and sad. Not only did you potentially lose your connection with the Scoobies, but you also lost who you considered to be your closest friend, Spike.  

Loud thrashing and banging can be heard inside the mausoleum. Spike is enraged and full of energy. Of course, the one person he wanted to lean on was a fake. Another illusion in his path. He felt like he could confide in her, trust her. She was no more than a liar, a con artist. To hell with her sob story. She hurt him. It didn’t matter that he hadn’t been honest himself, he did the best he could while obscuring the truth to protect her. To protect her! She would pay for making a fool of him. Everyone mocks him for his lack of vampire like behaviors. Everyone puts him down for failing at killing Buffy. But to made out to be a rube for trusting, for caring, that’s where he draws the line. He was vulnerable and he got paid in lies.

[noeggets]

Noeggets has a lot of deep thoughts about Shadow's characterization

it's so sad that Shadow was only a project to gerald, like we all joke /think that Shadow was "part of the family" but he was only a cure to Maria, that man was not as good a person as we think he was IM NOt SAYING HE WAS BAD but i usually see him depicted as super super kind to Shadow but i was reading the lore of SA2 and watching an analysis video and if the president never asked him to make whatever he asked him to make Shadow very well would not have been created.

It's so dark and so sad, like he manipulated Shadow when he went insane how do you think it feels to Shadow to know the person who made him didn't truly love him? like neither of the things that created/help create Shadow really truly loved him, he's only a cure, he's just a thing to reach immortality, he very well could be immortal himself, Shadow i don't think he can die cause he was created to not be able to catch any disease and be immortality it's self.

How do you think that feels? to just be a thing? Biolizard is just a failed attempt at making Shadow based on Chaos, those Chaos things in the ARK are failed attempts at Shadow also based on Chaos, i never knew this until i read the wiki 2 days ago SA2 has such a dark story i feel so bad for Shadow

re-thinking what i used to think about IDW Shadow lemme explain

And now that i know all this about Shadow the way he acts in IDW makes a little more sense to me, we all thought he was stupid when Sonic said "don't touch those zobot guys you'll turn into one" and Shadow was all "yeah, i dont care this wont effect me" HE WAS LIKE THIS FOR TWO REASONS

he was mad at Sonic cause his whole thing i want to achieve world peace i already talked about how IDW Shadow doesn't have as much compassion as the Shadow we all know from any other game but this is Eggman we're talking about, with everything Eggman's done up to this point do you think Shadow believes there is any good in him when he rarely does anything good Shadow has seen? Time eater, Sonic unleashed, Shadow is not ignorant to Eggman waking up a monster inside the planet everybody whether we seen them or not knows sonic unleashed happen, Sonic brings up sonic unleashed in IDW so it canonly happened. i remember reading that Knuckles and Shadow were gonna be in Sonic unleashed and if that's true SHADOW IS AWARE OF THIS

Eggman is a threat to the world to Shadow but he allowed the doctor to be cause Sonic keeps him check, Sonic is starting to be "unable" to keep him in check from Shadow's view, Shadow was there in forces, he witness what Eggman did to greenhill, he fought infinite who is a merc hired by Eggman mercs off people, Shadow is trying to save people that's his whole thing. After what happen to Shadow in Episode Shadow in forces do you think Shadow would hold any sympathy for Eggman the next time he physically see's him? After what he did to the world, after what he did to Omega? right in front of his eyes? Using Infinite to corrupt Omega and scare him Shadow cares about Omega that's his friend i had a point but i forgot it dang it anyway Shadow was in the war,

i remembered it a little bit i think i think i was gonna say something about when GUN sent Shadow to rescue Omega idk i haven't touched forces in sometime, and Shadow didn't come back as well as Omega. Eggman immobilized Shadow Shadow does not think the world is safe with Eggman around i think that was my point i don't remember...

ANYWAY that's why when Shadow came to see mr tinker he was pissed that Sonic allowed Eggman to be, this is dangerous to Shadow. when Shadow was getting mad at Sonic cause Sonic was preaching let Mr. Tinker live Shadow was thinking about the bigger picture: This man is terrorizing people and the only way to keep everyone safe is getting rid of him, this may be the only chance we get, but he let him live because Sonic explained that Shadow did bad things in the past as well so does that mean Shadow gets to go down with Eggman?

Shadow was mad at Sonic and the mess he made, Shadow was being compassionate i just didn't see it or understand it until now, it shocked him greatly when he was consumed by metal virus because he truly believed he could not catch a disease, this is a disease, so he wasn't being stupid i will admit he should have been more cautious not to put it to the test if it would work on him but Shadow was so sure he couldn't catch it, cause he believed he can't catch any KNOWN diseases this was a new disease his body wasn't created to understand therefore it works on him.

We thought SEGA didn't know what they were doing when they were writing IDW Shadow BUT THEY KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING people probably don't even care or remember about when that issue came out and everyone got so mad that Shadow was written "wrong" and being "stupid" but now that i have a understanding i think understand what he was doing and his thought process.

Shadow is moving up on my favorite list for this i feel so bad for Shadow F in the chat for Shadow his story is so sad like really. also heres an old thing i did that's really valid now

[misc-obeyme]

9 Days of Solomon: Day 6 - Snow

Okay this one's a little different, so here's a bit of an explanation.

I just really wanted to write a scene with my OC Arsenios and Solomon because their relationship is so funny to me. So this is a short scene from when they first met. It takes place before the brothers fell, but after Solomon has made his pact with Barbatos. It's written from Solomon's perspective and happens in the human world. I think you can read it without any prior knowledge of Arsenios, but if you want to know more about him, his post is here.

(Also I was struggling with the snow prompt until I got this idea and then there was no turning back lol.)

Solomon had been hearing the rumors for years. Whispers here and there about humans selling their souls in exchange for musical talent. He hadn't really thought much about it, but he did file away the information whenever he came across it. He was surprised how frequently it seemed to come up in his travels. So when he finally learned a name, he decided to find out more for himself.

Winter had just begun, but the air was already frigid. Everyone knew the best time to summon a demon was at night, so Solomon was outside in the bitter cold darkness. Fortunately, there was only a light sprinkling of snow on the ground, but it still crunched underfoot.

People had talked about this demon being easy to find at a crossroads, so Solomon had gone out to a spot where two dirt roads crossed each other. Carefully, he traced the summoning circle on the ground, drawing the symbols in the dirt and snow.

When he was done, Solomon recited the summoning spell, finishing with, "I summon the music demon, Arsenios!"

Magic crackled through the circle, converging upon the center. There was a brief flash and a demon materialized out of thin air.

He was tall and thick with light brown skin and long dark brown hair with bright red highlights. His eyes were purple, his outfit all black, but he wasn't in demon form. His stance was casual, his hands in his pockets. He seemed almost bored, like he was used to being summoned out of the blue.

Arsenios squinted. "Solomon?"

Solomon smiled. "Have we met?"

"Nah," Arsenios said. "But I'd have to be living under a rock not to recognize you. What do you want?"

"A pact," Solomon said.

Arsenios tsked. "Sure. You want a pact. For what? Not musical talent."

"No," Solomon agreed.

"If you think you're gonna add me to your collection, you've got another thing coming," Arsenios said.

Solomon laughed. "Is there really no reason you can think of to make a pact with me? You would be joining some important names."

Arsenios actually looked contemplative at this for a moment, but then he shook his head. "I don't know what happened with you and Barbatos, but just because I respect him doesn't mean I have to respect you. I don't know what you want with all those pacts, but I have more than enough to deal with in that area, thanks."

"All right," Solomon said. He wasn't worried. He hadn't really been expecting to make a pact with this demon. "But if I may ask, what exactly are you doing in that area? Giving humans musical talent?"

Arsenios folded his arms. "It's none of your business," he said.

Solomon sighed. "It's my business if you're making pacts with humans only to kill them over it later."

"Who said anything about killing?" Arsenios asked.

Solomon frowned. "I've been hearing about it for quite some time. A demon who grants musical talent to humans who then die tragically young."

"That has nothing to do with me," Arsenios said. "And I don't answer to you either way. Don't summon me again."

Solomon was about to say something else, but Arsenios was gone.

Solomon looked up at the night sky and shivered as it began to snow. He would continue to listen for rumors about this situation. It was his job to keep humanity safe. If he had to summon this demon again, he would. But for now, he smudged out the summoning circle, glad that this area would soon be covered in a layer of white.

day 1: stars | day 2: nostalgia | day 3: knife | day 4: ocean | day 5: pact (nsfw) | day 7: familiar | day 8: Barbatos | day 9: humanity

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[jeysbvck]

i've been sleeping so long in a twenty-year dark night (but now i see daylight).

a/n: hello im back on my adrian bullshit. its crazy how almost a year ago i got back into posting my fanfic thanks to adrian, and now almost a year later, adrian has pulled me (albeit maybe temporarily) out of my writers block! PLEASE REBLOG

summary: 4 times you & Adrian almost kiss, & the 1 time you do.

warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, teenage angst, best friends to lovers, new years kiss, mention of threesomes, vague mention of canon? any mistakes are all mine, ive tried to proof-read three times!

word count: 8.4k

14.

"Seriously? You haven't had your first kiss yet?!"

You rolled your eyes and threw a pillow at Adrian, who occupied the bean bag opposite you. "Shut up, it's not like you've had your first kiss either!"

Adrian threw the pillow back at you and smirked. "Actually, I have had my first kiss." He replied, smugly. You scoffed and raised your eyebrow.

"You do know that your pillow with Princess Leias face taped to it doesn't count, right?"

"Ha, ha. I know you're trying to embarrass me, and it won't work." Adrian said, then he mumbled, "I know it doesn't count."

"So who was this kiss with then, loverboy?" You asked, with a smirk. You were confident he was lying, but you weren't sure why he'd be lying. Adrian had been your best friend since you were seven, he had no reason to feel embarrassed around you, and there wasn't anything you didn't know about each other. Until now, apparently.

"Ashley Carter." Adrian shrugged.

"Seriously? Ashley Carter? Obsessed with horses, always wears those weird t-shirts with the horse puns on them?"

"So what! She's pretty, and she thinks I'm cool."

Your body began to burn, your cheeks especially, and you turned away, crossing your arms over your chest. "I think you're cool." You said, huffing slightly. You saw Adrian grin smugly out the corner of your eye and you sighed. "What?"

"Kinda sounds like you're jealous. Did you want to kiss me? Oh my God, did you want to kiss Ashley?!"

Your whole body felt like it was on fire as the embarrassment overwhelmed you. You certainly didn't want to kiss Ashley Carter, so were you jealous that everyone seemed to be having their first kisses, or were you jealous that you weren't Adrian's? You frowned at the thought and shook it off, you definitely weren't feeling that.

"Are you alright? When you're quiet like this, and have that look in your eyes, it usually means you're not alright." Adrian observed, and you nodded. "I didn't mean to upset you, if I even have. I was just teasing you."

You smiled slightly, you always forgot just how much Adrian picked up on. He may not read social cues and situations all too well, but he always knew when something was wrong; you still hadn't figured out how to hide it from him, no matter how much you'd tried over the years. "I'm fine, Adrian. Why didn't you tell me about your first kiss? We tell each other everything."

It was Adrian's turn to sigh, and he shrugged as he tried to sink deeper into the bean bag. "I don't know, you hadn't told me about yours, so I didn't think this was something we were gonna talk about."

"Of course it is, Adrian! This is prime best friend talk! Who else are you gonna talk about it with, parents?!" You replied, earning a chuckle from Adrian, which made you smile. "Besides, I didn't tell you because I haven't had it yet."

"Duh! I know that now, stupid." Adrian retorted, earning another pillow to the face from you. "I just assumed you'd had your first kiss; I'm very surprised by it."

"Wow, you're surprised that the girl whose only friend is the kid who ate glue hasn't been kissed yet?" You raised your eyebrow and Adrian sat up straighter.

"Hey, it was one time, and I was young and stupid back then."

"You were eleven!" You exclaimed.

"That's younger than fourteen!" Adrian exclaimed back, and you fell into a fit of laughter.

"You're an idiot." You laughed, and Adrian grinned triumphantly. "Yeah, but you love me anyway." He replied.

You rolled your eyes affectionately as a comfortable silence fell between you both, with only the sounds of the radio softly filling the air in the treehouse.

"You know...if you wanted...I could be your first kiss." Adrian said. Your eyebrows knitted together, it almost sounded like he said-

"I'm just saying, we're best friends, who else better to have a first kiss with?"

You let out a nervous chuckle, before raising your eyebrow. "Adrian Chase, do you want to kiss me?" You laughed.

"Why is that funny? Like I just said, who else is better for your first kiss? At least you know I'm not gonna run off and laugh about it afterwards behind your back!"

"Oh my God, does that happen?" You squeaked and Adrian nodded, his eyes wide.

"It happened to Matthew Barton. He kissed Millie Sawyer under the bleachers during PE, and by lunchtime, everyone knew he was a terrible kisser and they were all laughing at him."

You sunk further into your bean bag, hoping it would somehow swallow you up, but to no avail. "God, maybe you're right. Maybe this is the best way to just...get it over with."

"That's the spirit!" Adrian encouraged.

"But aren't you supposed to do it with someone you like?"

Adrian's expression fell into his sad, puppy dog face- that he perfected two weeks before his eighth birthday- and pouted at you.

"I like you, don't you like me?"

"For God's sake Adrian, like like!"

"Well, we love each other, right? We say it all the time. So...technically, that's stronger than like like!"

Adrian was making a lot of good points, and honestly, it wasn't like you hadn't thought about what it would be like to kiss Adrian before, but you never thought it would actually happen. You didn't even know if you wanted it to happen. You'd heard all your cousins stories about how awful their first kisses were, even your mom and dad had their horror stories; so wouldn't it be a cute story to have, that your best friend was your first kiss?

"Alright fine, let's do this." You said, and Adrian made a gleeful sound. He scrambled up off the blue bag bag and grabbed your hands, pulling you off your purple one with all his strength. You were suddenly very aware of how sweaty your palms were, and you hoped Adrian didn't notice, or at least didn't mention it. Thankfully, he didn't, he was too busy rambling on about something that you couldn't hear over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears as it begged to be released from its cage.

Adrian pulled his hands from yours, only to put them on your cheeks, like your face was in a vice. Your eyes widened as Adrian leaned in slowly, oh this was really about to happen, you were about to kiss Adrian, and were you feeling...butterflies? As you closed your eyes, anticipating his lips on yours, your heart got faster, it was happening, you were about to have your first kiss...

"GUYS? ARE YOU UP HERE?"

You shrieked and pulled out of Adrian's grip, sending yourself colliding into the small table behind you, sending soda and chips flying everywhere, which ended up on you, who ended up in a heap on the floor.

Your moms head peered up through the hatch on the floor. "Dinners read- oh hon, what happened this time? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mom. We'll be right down." You replied. Your mom looked at you, then at Adrian, who was trying his hardest to keep his laughter at bay. She shook her head, then disappeared back through the hatch.

Adrian took two large steps towards you and offered you his hand, but you rejected it, and pushed yourself off the floor, brushing the chips off your clothes. Adrian picked some out of your hair, before he grinned. He opened his mouth, but you clamped your hand over it before he could speak.

"We will never talk about this again." You warned, and he nodded, his eyes sparkled with amusement. You removed your hand and headed down the hatch.

"I mean it, Adrian, not a word."

16.

"Honey, I'm home!!" You heard Adrian shout as he climbed up the ladder. You wiped the tears from your eyes, but stayed curled up on the pull out couch that had replaced the bean bags last year. "Hey, I got your text, oh, you're crying. What's wrong?"

"Aaron broke up with me." You told him. "He was using me to make Megan jealous, and it worked, so they got back together."

Adrian sat down on the floor next to the couch and stroked the back of your hair. "Well, at least Megan was jealous of you, right?" You turned your head and glared at Adrian, who blinked behind his glasses. "What?"

"My boyfriend used me and then dumped me, and you think I should be happy because Megan was jealous, which means his horrible plan worked?!"

"Whoa, okay, no, that's not what I meant!" Adrian protested, bringing his hands up in mock surrender. "But, come on, you and Aaron were never gonna last."

"Wow, please, keep going, you're doing an amazing job." You said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, if your goal is to make me want to throw myself from this treehouse."

"Oh, you're being sarcastic." Adrian realised, and groaned as you covered your face with a pillow. "Again, I just meant that Aaron is a fucking dim-witted meathead who doesn't understand anything that doesn't include throwing or kicking a ball."

"But he's so handsome!" You groaned, before you started laughing. "You're right, why didn't I realise it wasn't real? Why would Aaron want me?"

Adrian pulled the pillow from your face and frowned at you. "Aaron Tully doesn't deserve you. You're smart, and funny, and pretty, sometimes a little mean, but in a fun way, and you took me under your wing, even after I cut your hair."

You laughed at the memory. Seven year old Adrian was sat behind you during reading hour. You don't remember feeling him cut your hair, but you do remember him tapping on your shoulder and handing you a fistful of your ponytail. You started crying, wailing even, and Adrian was sent to the naughty corner. The teacher calmed you down with some extra milk and cookies, and when you were feeling better, you took the cookie you had stuffed in your pocket to Adrian. "You're an idiot." You told him, and he grinned as he took the cookie from you.

"Who just cuts someone's hair instead of talking to them like a normal person?" You asked and Adrian shrugged.

"It worked didn't it?"

"So far." You replied, with a teasing smile.

"Okay, move up. We're watching a film." Adrian said, as he turned to grab the laptop from the table behind him. You sat up and swung your legs round so Adrian could sit next to you.

Half an hour into the movie, and you were pretty sure you were going to die of boredom. Adrian had chosen some action film, and your eyelids were heavy, drooping every so often before you jerked yourself awake, or Adrian made a noise at the film. You couldn't help yourself though, and soon your head was on Adrian's shoulder. He felt stiff, like he wouldn't, or couldn't, move, but his eyes stayed glued to the film. Were you pushing a boundary? You had both slept in the same bed hundreds of times, even shared the same sleeping bag on camping trips, was this different somehow? You lifted your head up slightly, to ease Adrian up, ignoring the rejected feeling in your chest.

"You, uh, don't have to move." Adrian told you, his voice a little louder than a whisper and you looked up at him through your eyelashes. He looked nervous, his eyes still fixed on the laptop screen, but you could tell he wasn't paying attention to the film.

"I don't want to make you uncomfortable." You replied, matching his tone. You weren't sure what was happening, but something in the air had shifted, as had Adrian. He was now staring at you, with a look in his eyes that you couldn't quite place. It was then you started to notice just how handsome Adrian was getting. He had always been cute, but he was now handsome, and you pouted; how long until other people realize too, or even worse, Adrian himself realizes he doesn't need you anymore?

"You are the only person who you could never, ever make me feel uncomfortable." Adrian replied. "I don't know what I'd do without you, I think I'd last less than a day!"

You giggled and shook your head, "You're an idiot." You said, and Adrian grinned. Neither of you had realized how close you had gotten, so close that you could feel Adrian's breath on your cheek. "Adrian, what are we doing?" You asked.

"I don't know, should we stop?"

"I don't know." You said. The truth was, you didn't want to stop. After you almost kissed when you were fourteen, you had both stayed true to not talking about it, but you hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. For two years, you had been confused about your feelings for Adrian, you didn't know if you had a crush on him, or if it was just a weird teenage feeling. You'd been feeling a lot of things recently.

"I think I'm going to kiss you now." Adrian whispered, and your stomach exploded with the bubbly, butterfly feeling.

"Okay." You whispered. You closed your eyes and held your breath, and Adrian leaned forward ever so slightly...

You both jumped as your phone vibrated loudly against the wood floor. Adrian toppled off the couch as you reached over and grabbed the phone to answer it.

"Hello?" You answered, completely out of breath, your heart racing.

"Are you home? I forgot my keys." Your dad asked.

"I'm coming dad." You replied, practically throwing yourself down the treehouse hatch without looking at Adrian.

"Thanks, love. Did I interrupt you?" Your dad asked, once you opened the door and let him in.

"No, don't worry." You replied, before muttering under your breath " I think you stopped me from making a mistake."

18.

You had no idea how this party got out of hand. You had only invited a handful of people, yet you had a house full of people, most who you didn't know. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, apart from you; being the hostess wasn't like you were thought it would be, instead of drinking and having fun with your friends, you were running round making sure nothing was broken, or being stolen. Not to mention, you hadn't seen Adrian all night, which was completely bumming you out.

After the hundredth time of shouting at a random joke for almost breaking your mom's favorite vase, you had hit your breaking point. You grabbed a plastic bag from under the sink, filled it with snacks, then snatched a bottle of vodka from the island -one that you definitely didn't supply for the party- and headed to your sanctuary; the treehouse.

You hadn't been up there in a while, you'd been busy with your part time job at the library and figuring out what to do with your life. Your parents weren't exactly thrilled that you'd chosen not to attend college just yet, but at least they were being supportive. They'd even heavily suggested that you throw a party, that it would make you feel better, give you a chance to let your hair down. You didn't know why you thought it was a good idea, maybe it was because you were sick of missing Adrian, and it seemed like an easy way to get drunk.

You opened the treehouse hatch, rolled the bottle of vodka across the wooden floor, threw the bag of snacks in the same direction and hauled yourself up. When you turned around, you were surprised to see Adrian, sitting on the couch. It had been a while since you'd seen each other, and when you did, it was awkward. You couldn't speak for why Adrian was being distant, but you had been confused about your feelings for Adrian for a few years, and since the situation with Aaron, it had only become more so. Every time you saw him, your chest tightened and nausea hit. You were eighteen, how were you still dealing with these stupid schoolgirl crush feelings?

"Hey stranger." You finally said. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"Yeah, sorry, it got a little crowded down there." Adrian replied, and you nodded as you pursed your lips. "Okay, what's wrong?" Adrian asked.

"Nothing, nothing." You insisted. "I just, didnt think you came, you know, I looked everywhere for you."

"Well, you found me." Adrian said. He was acting weird, he was averting his eyes, looking everywhere but at you. Everything felt like it was going wrong; you didnt know what you were going to do with your life, you couldn't throw a party right, and now your best friend of eleven years wouldn't even look at you.

You rolled your eyes and made your way across the treehouse, kicking the vodka over to the mattress on the floor. You threw yourself down and cracked open the bottle, welcoming the burning the vodka left in your throat. You offered Adrian the bottle silently, which he accepted, making a face after taking a large sip.

"Did you hear about Rebecca Marsh?" Adrian asked, passing the bottle back to you. You shook your head as you took another drink. Adrian got a glint in his eyes and he crawled off the couch and over to you on the mattress. "She got kicked out of Harvard!"

"Fuck off, no!" You squealed, and Adrian nodded furiously as he took the bottle from you. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know, something about a party that got out of control, drugs and the police were involved!"

"Oh, wow." You shook your head. "You know, you're supposed to dress up for a Halloween party."

"Who says?" Adrian asked, passing the half empty bottle of vodka back to you.

"Come on, you used to love dressing up for Halloween!"

"Yeah, when it was just you and me, and not a bunch of people I don't know who will judge me! Besides, your costume isn't exactly a game-changer is it?" Adrian laughed. "You look real good as a witch though."

You smiled slyly as you tucked your hair behind your ear. You weren't sure if it was the vodka, or your confusing feelings, but you were pretty sure Adrian was flirting with you. You took another drink from the bottle instead of replying, mainly because you weren't sure what you should say. Adrian didn't notice though, he just kept talking.

"You look real good in anything though. Maybe if I had told you more we'd still be close." Adrian mused, and you frowned. You put the bottle down and grabbed Adrians face, smushing his cheeks together as you stared into his wide drunk eyes with your own.

"Adrian, you are not the reason we haven't been spending time together. I've just been stressed, and confused and I thought-"

"Confused about what?" Adrian asked, his speech muffled slightly. You let go of his face and stood up as you took another sip of the drink, avoiding his gaze, and his question. "Hey, talk to me!" Adrian insisted. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to face him.

You groaned loudly and rolled your head, cracking your neck as you did so. "It's nothing, okay! I just missed you, and I was beginning to think, after everything these past few years that-" You stopped and looked at Adrian, worry etched across his face as he waited for you to finish. "-I thought I was losing my best friend." At least you told him half the truth.

Adrian's eyebrows knitted together and he took your hands in his. "What? You think it's gonna be that easy to get rid of me? These past few years have been...weird, but that's just stupid teenager stuff, right? We'll always be okay." Adrian promised.

"Wow, when did you get so wise?" You chuckled.

"I guess all those years being around you rubbed off on me." Adrian said, and you rolled your eyes. "Oh, wait, hold still."

You did as you were told, and when Adrian lifted his finger to your cheek, your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes fluttered closed. He gently grazed his finger just under your eye, & when you opened them, he had an eyelash on his fingertip.

"Make a wish." He whispered. You blew the eyelash away, and Adrian placed his hand on your cheek

"Adrian...we're drunk." You warned.

"So? You don't wanna do this?" He whispered.

"I just don't think we should. It's not the right time." You replied.

"It never is, so why not now?" Adrian's finger traced your cheekbone, and you inhaled through your nose. Fuck it, you were both drunk, but it was clear you both wanted this.

Suddenly, the hatch door opened. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" You shouted, turning to the hatch, eyes wide as Melissa waved from the hatch.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt but....the police are kicking everyone out. You better come down." Melissa informed you, before waving and disappearing. You smiled apologetically at Adrian, before following Melissa. You felt deflated, like the world was against you and Adrian, that you were cursed.

21.

"Call Adrian. Call Adrian! Ugh, stupid phone!" You said to yourself. You had been on one your first -and last for a while- night out for your twenty-first, and of course you'd left your keys at home. Which would've been fine, if your parents hadn't locked the front door before going to bed. It was three am, and there was no way in hell you were waking them up by banging on the front door, demanding to be let in. You sat under the tree, and opened up Adrian's texts, before deciding to send him a voice note.

"Heyyyy, Adrian, bestie. So, I just got home, and I'm locked out of my house. I think I'm going to have to sleep in the treehouse, but there's a....thirty...no, eighty percent chance that I'm going to fall off the ladder and die. On my twenty-first birthday. Figures, right. I don't know why you didn't come tonight, but I wish you had, I wanted to spend my birthday with you, especially since I'm...you know, that thing we're not discussing for some reason. Anyway, hope this does wake you."

You hit send, then stood up, kicked off your heels, and climbed up the ladder, slowly. It took you ten minutes to get up the ladder, and once you were in the treehouse, you flung yourself onto the floor. "Oh my God, I didn't die!" You said gleefully to yourself. You crawled across the floor to the mattress, and got under the very fluffy blanket on top of it.

You couldn't believe Adrian hadn't turned up tonight. You wanted to be mad at him, to shout at him and make him feel guilty for missing your big milestone, but you just couldn't. It was hard to be mad at your best friend, when you knew you were leaving town. It wasn't for long, a few months, at least, but it was a good worming opportunity, and those didn't come round often when you weren't in college. You and Adrian hadn't spoken about it, apart from when you initially told him. He'd acted supportive, he'd told you to go for it, that he was proud of you, and he gave you a hug; a hug that felt like he didn't want to let go. But then, nothing. He didn't bring it up, and neither did you, although you really wanted to. You wanted to tell him that nothing was going to change, that he'd always be your best friend, but you couldn't bring yourself to bring it up.

"Okay, I'm guessing your up here, because your shoes and bag are on the grass down there."

You pulled the blanket from over your head and grinned as Adrian peered over the hatch. "What are you doing here? It's three am!" You asked, and Adrian held his phone up.

"You sent me this very drunk voice note about how you were about to possibly die while climbing into here."

"I did? Huh, I don't remember that. Weird." You shrugged and lay back down on the mattress. "Hey, come join me. We won't be able to do this for much longer."

"Don't remind me." Adrian muttered as he joined you under the blanket. You lay on your side and stared at Adrian as he settled under the blanket. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I'm just looking at you Adrian."

"No, you're looking at me like you looked at Orlando Bloom when we watched Pirates of the Caribbean." Adrian replied. "Why?"

"I'm not meaning to!" You said, a little too loudly. "I'm just- when did you get so pretty?"

Adrian just stared ahead, and you in your drunk state weren't sure if you'd actually said that out loud. You hadn't meant to, but you also didn't regret it, and you would absolutely repeat it if he asked you to. Besides, you were drunk and leaving in three days, if Adrian didnt want to see you again, he didn’t have to. Even if it would break you.

"You're drunk." Adrian finally said, and you scoffed.

"Two things can be true, Adrian. You're my best friend, if I can't tell you that you're pretty, who can?"

"You're right. I've never been called pretty before." Adrian said, a hint of red spreading across his cheeks. You beamed, and you pinched his cheek softly.

"Well, you're the prettiest." You told him. "Can I ask you something?"

Adrian turned his body to match your position, "Shoot."

"Why didn't you come tonight?" You didn't want to ruin the mood, but it had been eating at you all night, it was a reason you got as drunk as you had. Adrian took a deep breath, staring intensely at you.

"I had to work." He said. You let out one single laugh, and rolled your eyes. "What? I did!"

"That's such a weak excuse Adrian. You've been avoiding me for ages now, I just thought it would be different tonight, considering it's a pretty big birthday!"

"I'm not, I mean- I just- ugh!" Adrian turned to face the ceiling and put his hands over his head. "I'm trying to get used to not being with you!"

"Oh." Your heart sank and a lump started to form in your throat. "We're still gonna talk everyday!"

"You say that now, but will we? Everything's changing too fast, and I don't like it."

You pulled Adrian's hands from his face and turned his head to you. With your hand on his cheek, you shook your head. "If you think I can go a single day without talking to you, you're an idiot. I need you, Adrian. I've only ever needed you."

Adrian's breath hitched in his throat, and he ran his tongue over his lips nervously. I'm gonna do it, you thought, it's now or never.

You leaned forward ever so slightly, your hand still on Adrian's face. He watched with huge, wide eyes as you came closer, his eyes frantically darting to your lips and back up. At the last second though, he turned away. "Don't."

You pulled your hand from his cheek and stood up, embarrassment and rejection had sobered you up completely. "I'm sorry, I thought you-"

"No, I do!" Adrian exclaimed, scrambling off the mattress.

"Yeah, it seems like it." You scoffed. "Look it's fine, let's just forget about it, okay? I've been drinking, it brought some stuff up, I misread, well, everything. It's whatever."

"It's not whatever!" Adrian groaned, throwing his arms up. "Of course I've thought about it, I have for years! But you're drunk, and I'm not, and it's just not the right time!"

"So when is then? Because it wasn't tonight, and it wasn't three years ago, so when is?!"

"Then maybe there isn't a right time. Maybe we missed it."

You had always thought that Aaron Tully had broken your heart at aged 16, but that was nothing compared to how you felt right now. "What are you saying?"

"That maybe we missed our chance." Adrian confirmed. "Maybe we were doomed from the start."

"Right, yeah." You tried to swallow lump in your throat, but it just got bigger, and you turned away Adrian, refusing to let him see your eyes filling up. "I should go." Adrian said softly, and you nodded your head.

Adrian threw himself against your back and wrapped his arms around you. "I'll come see you before you leave, okay?" You nodded again, not able to trust your voice. Only when you heard the hatch close did you let the tears escape as you crumbled to the floor.

25.

You were talking with your aunts when you saw him from across the room, and your heart almost exploded. After three years of not seeing him, he was a sight to behold. He hadn't changed, not really, he was still the Adrian you grew up with, but there was something different about him; you just couldn't put your finger on it. Your aunts pulled you back into the conversation, but you weren't paying much attention. You interjected with little mumbles and murmurs of acknowledgement here and there, but you couldn't take your eyes off Adrian as you watched him greet your parents. Then your eyes met, and you waved slightly. Adrian grinned, and you swear it brightened up the room. You reciprocated the smile, and got back to the conversation just in time, as one of your aunts began to ask about your job.

You made it to eleven before you could no longer deal with your relatives. You loved them very much- and when your parents told you they were throwing a New Years party, you jumped at the chance to come home and see everyone- but if one more person asked you about your relationship status, you'd drink yourself to death. So after another depressing conversation about how scarily close to 30 you were and how scarily single you were, you slipped out into the back garden and climbed up the ladder to your old favourite space.

It had been years since you'd been up here, even when you were spending weekends at home, you avoided the treehouse like the plague, you wouldn't even look at it. It reminded you of Adrian, and although you called each other and texted all the time, it hadn't felt the same since your twenty-first birthday. You pushed at the hatch and hauled yourself up, and as you turned around, you almost fell back down the hole in fright.

"Fuck! Adrian, you scared me!" You yelled, and Adrian jumped up.

"I'm so sorry! You know how I am with parties, and I thought I'd see how this place was holding up without me." Adrian said. He ran his finger over the coffee table and held up his dusty finger. "Looks great."

"It has been a while since it's been used." You said. "Dad had the idea to tear it down, but I wouldn't let him." You replied. "That's not the only thing that's been a while."

"What are you- Ohhhh, us! I mean- just that it's been a while since we've been face to face."

"Yeah," You chuckled. It was awkward, and you absolutely hated it. How had it come to this? You were once inseperable, a package deal, and now you could barely be in the same room together. It didn't help that he looked so good. His glasses now framed his face, and they didn't hide his stupidly beautiful eyes. "Hey, you want a drink?" Adrian asked, and when you wavered, he tilted his head and frowned. "Oh come on, it's New Year, have a drink!"

You smiled and took the bottle of beer from Adrian, and you noticed that his once stick-thin arms were now huge. You gulped and licked your lips and turned away from Adrian before heading to the window. Was it hot in here? Adrian followed and sat next to you, tilting the bottle towards you. You clinked the two bottles together before taking a drink, and you sighed. "So, how have you been?"

"Good, yeah. I'm still working at Fennel Fields, and I've even got a side job too."

"A side job? Doing what?"

"Oh, just stuff. Remember Christopher Smith?"

"Guts friend? The racist guy who calls himself Peacemaker? Isn't he locked up?"

"He is. But we became friends before he left. We used to hang out and everything." Adrian said, and you frowned.

"Why are you hanging out with him? Adrian, he was such a dick to you, and to everyone else in school! What could you possibly be doing with him?"

"He's changed, mostly." Adrian insisted, and he ignored when you rolled your eyes and scoffed. "Well, anything else new?" You asked.

"Not really. I've had some threesomes here and there, but-"

You chose the wrong time to take a drink, and you spluttered as you choked. Adrian began to slap your back, and you batted his hand away. "You've had threesomes?! With who?!"

"Me, Chris and who-"

"Nope, no, stop! I don't wanna know!" You shouted, covering your ears with your hands. "Oh God, I need something stronger than beer right now."

You could feel the jealousy bubbling up inside you, and you needed to push it down, quick. The thought of Adrian...you didn't want to think about it anymore, but it was all you could think about. Between that revelation, the way he looked and the feelings you were battling to keep at bay, your mind was melting with inappropriate thoughts.

"You alright?" Adrian asked, and you nodded.

"I'm just, uh- I'm just thinking about my ex." You replied, quickly. When Adrian groaned, you scoffed. "What's your problem?"

"I just don't want to hear about your sexual conquests." Adrian said, and you turned to him, your mouth agape.

"Oh, so you get to drop that you've had multiple threesomes since we last saw each other, but I mention one date and you cringe?!"

"I didn't cringe! I just-"

"You just what, Adrian? What could possibly-"

"I don't wanna think about you with other people!" Adrian yelled over you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but closed it instead. You smirked slightly and shook your head, before you looked around the grimy treehouse. Nothing had changed in here, apart from a few bits of furniture that had been changed, yet you and Adrian were different people now; in some ways at least. "Remember when we had a sleepover for Halloween, and stole all the candy for the trick-or-treaters?" You asked Adrian, who laughed loudly.

"Of course! Your mom was so mad at us!"

"Yeah, so were our stomachs!"

"The floor was never the same either." Adrian added.

"Okay, what's your favourite treehouse memory?" You asked. Adrian hummed as he pondered your question, and you took a sip of beer as you watched him. You couldn't stop the corner of your lip from turning up when you noticed he still scrunched his nose when he spoke; the way the corner of his eyes crinkled; the way he bit his lip when he was concentrating.

"Oh I know!" Adrian exclaimed, a sparkle in his eye, and you leaned forward with anticipation, your elbows rested on your knees. "When I was almost your first kiss, but your mom interrupted us, and you fell over!"

"Well, mines about to be when I throw you out this window!" You gasped and laughed. As Adrian smirked at you, you attempted to geab his arm, but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, resulting in you being on top of Adrian as he lay on the floor.

The atmosphere in the treehouse went from being light-hearted and fun, to serious and heart-racing. You bit your lip as Adrian looked up at you. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been this close, if you'd ever been, but you were afraid of moving, of saying or doing the wrong thing and ruining whatever this moment was.

"My real favourite memory," Adrian said, softly, almost like he was choosing his words carefully, "was when you made us watch that Heath Ledger rom-com."

"Wait a minute, your favourite memory, out of every single memory we've made in this place, is when I forced you to watch Ten Things I Hate About You?!"

Adrian shrugged and smiled shyly, a small blush forming on his cheeks as he stared up at you, with those adorable, wide eyes of his. "We were sharing a blanket and a bowl of popcorn on the mattress, and just as I realized you hadn't slapped my arm or tell me a fact about the scene in about seven minutes, I felt your head drop to my shoulder. I turned to look at you and you were asleep, it was adorable," Adrian paused, then added, "and the first time I realized I might be in love with you."

You sat up, forgetting you were on top of Adrian, and you stared at him, your arms crossed. "That…that was when we were seventeen. What- you- what? Why didn't you say anything?"

You sat up, forgetting you were on top of Adrian, and you stared at him, your arms crossed. "That…that was when we were seventeen. What- you- what? Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you were my best friend! I didn't know if I was just confusing my feelings, or if I was what I was feeling was real, and our friendship was more important than whatever I was feeling."

"So, why now?" You questioned, dropping your arms and posture from the defensive position you'd found yourself in, and as Adrian sat up, you found yourself completely on his lap.

"When I saw you tonight, I realized we'd spent too much time apart. I was up here thinking about you, building up the courage to come and speak to you. God, do you know how much I miss you? The phone calls and texts just aren't enough for me. I didn't tell you what was going on before because I was scared, and I didn't wanna lose you, and I told you I didn't think it was the right time. Turns out, I lost you anyway. I know too much has changed, but my feelings never did."

You didn't want to say anything, there were no words that could ever convey how you were feeling right now. Adrian's eyes were full of fear, he could barely look at you. There was only one thing you wanted to do, and you were going to do it. There was only one thing, one person who could stop you; you just hoped he wouldn't. You put your hand on his cheek and guided him to look at you.

"Adrian," you whispered, "this is the right time."

Adrian didn't waste a single second. He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer to him, and you held his face in your hands. As your lips finally touched, fireworks began to go off outside, illuminating you both as you melted into one another. Everything finally felt right, after eleven years and five attempts, the universe finally allowing you both the one thing you'd wanted for as long as you could remember.

"We finally found the right time." Adrian mumbled into your lips, and you grinned as he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. "Happy New Year, babe."

You pouted for another kiss which Adrian happily granted. "Happy New Year, Adrian."

[gmanwhore]

It is my life and I can write HLVRAI G-man being a good dad to his other child. Also this is based off headcanons and fanlore of mine.

@otherworldlyoddities boom.

G-man got up.

"I'll be right back, Tommy. I have something to deal with."

Tommy smiled up at his dad.

"Ok! I'm gonna go talk to Dr. Freeman!"

"You do that."

G-man left the building, and stared at the skeleton that stood there.

"You were invited."

Benrey didn't look at him.

"Benrey. You were invited. Why didn't you come?"

"No one wanted me there."

G-man sighed, feeling tired. He knew he had messed up so badly with Benrey, but why was he so stubborn?

"No. Everyone wanted you there."

Benrey was silent for a minute.

"You didn't."

"Of course I wanted you here!"

"You let everyone kill me!"

"You could have avoided it!"

"Oh, so you do blame me!"

G-man pinches the bridge of his nose, waving his hand so that Benrey's body returned so he wasn't just a skeleton.

"Benrey. I never wanted that. It was all for the greater narrative. I am literally just a plot device. We all are. We exist for Dr. Freeman's pleasure. That is it."

Benrey still looked deeply hurt.

"Are you all powerful or something? Couldn't you do anything?"

"No."

The two stared at each other.

"No, I couldn't. I couldn't and you know it."

Benrey looked down.

"You want me to be able to fix it don't you? You thought I could save you."

"You're my dad. You can do anything."

G-man pulled Benrey into a hug, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

"I am so sorry I couldn't be what you wanted, Benrey."

Benrey sniffled.

"I just wanted you to be there...I didn't want to be the bad guy..."

"You aren't. You never were."

The two stood there hugging each other until the bright day suddenly dimmed dramatically. Benrey suddenly felt very unsafe.

"What's going on?"

G-man turned around. A small group of dusky brown flying whale like things swam through the sky. G-man pushed Benrey behind him.

"Those are Duskers. Stay behind me."

He cleared his throat.

"Greetings!"

One of the Duskers dipped down.

"Ga-men. Where is the Bright?"

"It doesn't matter. There's no danger."

"We were alerted to an angry Bright. It is not safe for anyone here until it is neutralized."

Benrey felt his chest tighten as he realized he was the Bright being talked about.

"We are safe. Do you not know who I am?"

The Dusker sighed.

"You are a Space Worm in the vicinity of a predator."

G-man glared, his anger showing through as a bright glow from his body.

"I am a father. Now turn around and go back to the agency."

"Please step aside."

G-man's eyes flamed, and he sent a small shockwave forward.

"I said turn around or I may just have to tear you to pieces with my bare hands. Do not think I won't."

The Dusker sighed again, it's sharps, shark like teeth now getting worryingly close to G-man.

"If you get in the way we will have to assume you are in cahoots with the Bright and must also be reset. Is that what you want?"

G-man replied by shoving Benrey towards the door of Chuck E. Cheese.

"Get inside."

His voice was scarily calm. Benrey back up, but didn't go inside yet. He wanted to watch.

"Alright, my good Dusker. One last chance for you. Leave."

G-man stared the Dusker down. After a few seconds, the Dusker seemed to realize something.

"Oh. I see. It's you."

G-man growled.

'Yes. I adopted a Bright years ago. Who even sent you? Who doesn't know at this point?"

"Unity did."

G-man rolled his eyes.

"Of course he did. Go home. Tell him he's an idiot for me please."

The Dusker called back to his group, then turned back to G-man.

"I apologize for the misunderstanding."

"Apologize to my child as well. You were going to reset him. Do you realize how bad of a time this was?"

"I'm sorry, child of Ga-men."

"His name is Benrey."

"I'm sorry, Benrey."

Benrey looked around nervously.

"Uh...thanks."

After G-man shooed them away again, the Dusker group left.

"Dad, what the hell was that?"

G-man shook his head, pushing Benrey inside the family entertainment center.

"It will take a while to explain. Just know I have some friends I need to speak to later. Now please go enjoy yourself and stop wallowing in your misery."

"Ok...?"

The two returned to the party.

[regalityandcoffee]

Friendly But Indecent 1/2 (William Regal x OC) 18+

Summary: Part one of two. A friend of Chuck and Wheeler’s, caught between their “fued”, hangs out in the BCC locker room while Wheeler attends a quick ROH conference. Look, this is filth. This is stupid, nasty filth that wouldn't leave my little pea brain until I wrote it down.

Warnings: OC is kind of a bimbo, Teasing, dirty talk, cunnilingus, kissing after cunnilingus,  and William being so far out of pocket it's a bit ridiculous.

enjoy? <3

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"Wheelie, are you sure he'll be okay with this?" 

"Trust me, he's gonna be cool about it. He likes you!" Wheeler nodded as he swung her bag as they walked down the hall to their locker room. He was a few feet in front of her, walking at a brisk pace as she toddled after him. "He didn't care the last couple times."

"But you guys are always busy with your…uh, feud stuff!" Stella protested. "I can just wait for you in the car or something!" 

"No way, it's too cold for that, Bun! Are you scared of him or something?" 

"No!" Scared? Of William Regal? No. Intimidated would be more like it. "I just don't wanna be a bother, this is the third time I've been in your-!"

"I've told you, it's no big deal! He knows you're not a spy from Best Friends or something dumb like that. He doesn't mind. Besides you've been on your feet for hours, you gotta sit down at some point."

"My feet do kind of hurt…" she mumbled. Maybe that's what she got for wearing her platform pumps all day; pumps she kept forgetting to buy proper insoles for and were starting to feel like daggers against her feet…

"See? Just sit on the couch and chill and we can hang out afterwards. He doesn't bite, at least I've never actually seen him bite anyone..."

Stella smacked his shoulder. "That's not helpful, Wheelie!" 

"Sorry, sorry!"

She picked some lint off of his shirt as they stood in front of the door. A plate had been slid in the front of it. 

Blackpool Combat Club. 

That seemed to be the name of the group her youngest friend had joined. She just didn't fully understand what it was. She knew it was a group, she knew there were other men in it, but she wasn't exactly sure what they did. All she knew was Wheeler had joined and now Chuck and Trent were mad at him for it. The only other members she had met so far had been Claudio, a kind, tall, well-spoken man with a thick accent, and William, who seemed to be the oldest member of the group… As well as the most attractive. 

Shut up, Bunny! she scolded herself as Wheeler opened up the door and held it open for her. She shouldn't be thinking about things like that, especially not about her friend's mentor, who was probably old enough to be her dad. Still, as she sat down on the black leather couch of the locker room she couldn't help it. The last two times she had hung out with Wheeler in BCC’S private locker room had been… strange, to say the least. The way the man looked at he'd, talked to her…

Her purse being tossed onto her lap as Wheeler walked past her snapped her out of her thoughts. Just let it go, it probably meant nothing and you're just being weird…  she thought as he pulled a couple of bottles of water out of the mini fridge, flopping down next to her and handing her one. 

"Where is everyone else?" She asked as she looked around the empty room. There lay a few bags on the floor or in the cubbies, but the men they belonged to seemed nowhere to be found.

"Mox is somewhere with Eddie, Bryan is at the hotel and Regal is on commentary right now 'cause Claudio has a match." He picked up the remote to the TV on the wall and turned it on. The channel was already fixed to TBS, and just as he said, the tall man was already in the middle of the ring, fighting someone she didn't recognize. However, she did recognize the voice talking over the match. 

"Lovely counter from Nese, I'll give him that… overconfident as he may be you cant take anything away from him, the man is skilled, no doubt…right into the crossface-"

"Ohhh, he really sounds like he knows what he's talking about.. " she murmured.

"Yeah, Regal's been wrestling since …forever? He's retired so he mostly trains and scouts now." Wheeler yawned as he looked at his phone. 

"Hmmm." She took a sip from her water. Unbuckling the small clasps, she slipped her heels off, then tucked her legs underneath herself. She kept watching, listening to the sound of William’s voice. As cliché and corny as it sounded, it reminded her of butter, the way it was so smooth. But there was something rougher around it's edges. It was deep and strange and she was still getting used to it. But it wasn't at all unattractive. She could never find the right words to explain it… it just made her always look and listen. It felt wrong not to pay attention to what he was saying whenever he spoke.

When he talked, she paid attention. And it was the only thing she paid attentioned to, really. Of course there was no ignoring the wild (and sometimes very violent) things that happened in the ring, but most times she couldn't understand them. There were just so many moves to remember, so many names and rules, sometimes it made her brain hurt just thinking about it all. But the way he explained things so well, like how Claudio escaped from being pinned again and again… he just made everything seem so interesting, so simple.

Ding Ding Ding! The sound of the bell rang, the other man laying in the middle of the ring while Claudio stood tall. The referee raising his hand high.

"And your winner is…Claudio Castignoli!"

"Mr. Maniac, Man with the Mask, its been a lovely, lovely evening. Have a wonderful night!" The camera panned to the commentary desk to see the tall man stand up, taking off his headset and walking to the ramp, leaving with Claudio through one of the tunnels.

And, just like a switch had turned in her brain, she was no longer paying attention, instead turning it back to Wheeler, though she knew there were at least three more matches left on tonight's show.

"Where do you wanna go after this? Taco Bell, Sonic, Burger King-"

She shook her head. "Nuh uh, I had Burger King yesterday with Chuckie and Trent, my tummy still hurts just thinking about it…"

Wheeler rolled his eyes. "I forgot that's where you we're last night. Let me guess, you let Trent pick where to go?"

She smacked his arm again. "I saw that!"

"Ow!"

"You said you wouldn't roll your eyes or be mean when I talk about the boys!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about! I did nothing of the sort!" Wheeler put has hand over his chest, batting his eyelashes.

"I'll pinch you, Wheelie," she raised a hand, squinting her eyes at him. "I swear, I'll do it!"

"You're bluff- Ow! Alright, sorry. I promise I won't do it again!" he scooted away, raising his hands. "Geeze, you and those damn acrylics…"

Stella huffed, looking down at her pink nails. "I'm sorry, too. I'll stop hitting you now. I wish you guys would just stop arguing though, its been, like, two months."

"I know." He shifted in his seat, scratching the back of his head before his eyes darted back to the TV "Oh, look, it's Athena, I forgot she had a match tonight…"

She didn't get it, she just didn't get it. She wished he or Chuck would just explain it to her instead of changing the subject all the time. It wasn’t Wheeler’s fault he wanted other friends, right? Wasn't that what this was about? Wasn't that why they were upset with him for joining BCC?  Or maybe it was another wrestling thing she just didn't get. Either way, she wish she didn't have to bounce back and forth between the two boys.

The sound of the handle jiggling directed Stella's eyes to the door. Her ears perked at the sound of a familiar voice.

Regal!

Claudio entered the room first, still sweaty from his match, jacket tossed over his shoulder. Admittedly, at closer glance, he was incredibly attractive. And yet the older man who came in after him still had her complete attention.

"Well, well, it seems we have a visitor." He stopped behind an armchair. He leaned against the back instead of flopping down in it like the man who came in before him.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. Regal, you remember Stella, right? We were just hanging out here until you guys came back."

She nodded, giving the man a small wave as she watched him. Instinctively, a hand went to her hair, suddenly wanting to take out her compact to give herself a once-over.

"I was wondering where you went off to. I hope you two weren't too bored in here by yourselves…" he trailed off as his eyes caught hers.

"Oh, Bun, you know Claudio too, right?" Wheeler asked, nudging her. Instead of saying anything remotely intelligent, all she could do was nod, and luckily the man in question nodded back as he unwrapped his wrist. She broke her attention away from Regal to look back to the TV. And the purse in her lap, her shoes on the floor, anything to avoid getting lost in his hypnotic gaze. 

Again. 

"Ms. Wilson. It's good to see you again." William said as Wheeler got up and passed Claudio a bottle of water.

"Y-you too, Sir." Why oh why did his voice always sound even better up close? So deep, with a bit of a rumble, yet soft. And that damn accent…

"That ought to get Nese off my back for a bit, cocky son of a bitch…" Claudio mumbled to himself as he wiped his face with a towel. "Yuta, are you ready for the press conference? I'm thinking of skipping it, to be honest…"

"The pr- yeah! But it's not until Friday anyway, right?"

"Friday? Dude, it's tonight."

"Shit, tonight? Why are they doing it tonight?" Wheeler hopped up, frantically looking around.

Claudio shrugged. "Hell if I know, just to get it out of the way, I guess?"

"Damn it, it starts at nine thirty, right? Where the hell is my belt!?" 

"It's in your bag, Wheels," Stella pointed to one of the duffels on the floor. 

"Oh, thanks Bun. How the hell did I forget that quick?" He mumbled as he dug for it, tossing the shiny title belt over his shoulder.

"Are you okay? Do you need help with anything?" She offered. Though she knew there wasn't really much she could help with. What was she gonna do? Stall the conference with a lecture on lace fronts? 

"Nah, I got this. I'll be right back, I hope. Hey, Regal, can Stella hang out here until I get back?"

What? She turned her head to the older man. He hadn't seemed to take his eyes off her the entire time they were talking, watching her from over Claudio's shoulder almost like he was in some sort of trance. He still seemed to be transfixed on her, finally blinking as he sat upright. He smiled, and for the first time she noticed the pretty dimples he had.

"Of course she can! And in that case, I suppose I'll stay here and wait with her. It's impolite to leave a young lady waiting all alone, you know."

Huh?! Well, at least Claudio was staying too, right? At least she wouldn't be completely alone with him….

At least, that's what she had hoped. The man in question looked behind him at Regal, then back to her, something unreadable in his gaze. 

"Actually, maybe I will go. You know, to scout the competition…" he stood up, stretching a bit. He seemed to be fighting back a smile as he turned away from her.

Don't leave me alone with him! She wanted to yell as she watched Wheeler move to follow him to the door. "Do you need me to do anything? A touch up or something?" She asked, tugging Wheeler’s sleeve as he passed by. She stood up, blood almost rushing to her head. 

"What, are you calling us ugly?" Wheeler brought a hand to his chest again, a look of fake-indignity on his face.

"No!" She pouted as he laughed. He put his hands on her shoulders and she slowly sat back down. She ignored William, who seemed to be fighting back a laugh as he helped Claudio buckle up his own shiny belt around his waist.

"I'm kidding. Just stay here, 'kay?? You just got off work! Sit for a bit and then we'll get tacos or something, I promise."

"Okay…" she nodded. She tried not to let her shoulders slump as she pouted up at him.

"Then maybe you can make me over later since you clearly think I need it…" he laughed as Claudio opened the door for him and he stepped through, making his way down the hall.

"Don't make me pinch you again!" She called after him. She crossed her arms, settling back into the couch.

"Have fun, and behave yourselves, boys." William nodded to them.

"You too, Sir." Claudio nodded at him, winking before he shut the door behind him. The door shut with a loud click, and soon the room was quiet, with just the hum of the vents and the sounds of the announcers on the TV filling the space.

That was so weird. Why did he say that and then wink? What was so-

"Ahem."

Oh. Oh no. She looked back and almost jumped out of her skin as Regal had made his way over to the couch. He towered over her, and she had no choice but to look up. 

"I believe the seat next to you is no longer taken, right, Ms. Wilson?"

"Huh? Oh, ye-yeah." 

"Would you mind if I took Wheeler’s place, just until he returns?"

"Um, sure- I mean no! Go ahead, Sir." She scooted over a bit as he sat down. 

Good lord.

William was much larger in person than he seemed on camera. He wasn't simply tall, he was broad and thick and just… big. Sometimes she spent way too much time watching him on TV. It was hard not to notice the way his waistcoat was buttoned up tight around his middle, the way his shirts and jacket fitted over his arms and the way his slacks hugged at his backside and thighs. He was just… big.  And now that she was once again at his side it was making her stomach do flips.

There was no longer avoiding the feeling that just being in the same room with him gave her. He was just so…what was the word? She struggled for it as she watched him turn the volume of the TV down. She caught a whiff of his cologne just as he moved his arm. God, he even smelled delicious. 

"You'll have to forgive young Wheeler for such an oversight, he's under a lot of pressure as Pure Champion, though it's still odd for him to forget such an important date."

Stella nodded as she tucked her legs back underneath her, tugging the hem of her skirt back down over her thighs. That was another thing she didn't understand; what did Pure Champion mean? It couldn't mean only Wheeler alone was champion, because Claudio and that other man -Samoa Joe was his name, maybe- also had belts!  So what did it mean? Should she have asked before? Would she sound dumb if she asked now?

"Did you have a good day of work today, Ms. Wilson?"

"Uh, yes."

"That's good."

"Stella, by the way."

"Hmm?" The man looked over at her. Tilting his head.

"I mean- you can call me Stella, Sir, I don't mind."

"Stella…Stella it is, then. Would you like to start calling me William then, sweetheart?"

Sweetheart? Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart….

"I can if you want me to, Mr. Regal," she said after too long of a pause.

“I’d be honored, Stella.”

They sat, watching more of the show, her pretending to pay attention and him seemingly genuinely interested. 

"Are you alright, sweetheart?"William asked, as if he could tell she was nervous. He looked her in the eyes. "Is there something on your mind?"

“Nuh uh…” Sweetheart… sweetheart… why had it gone to her head so fast? Why was it getting so hard to think? He smiled softly, and she had to look away, it was making her brain short-circuit. He was so… he’s so... she tried to shake off the thought, picking up her bottle and drinking slowly… until he asked a question that startled her.

“Do you like it when I call you sweetheart, Bunny?”

“Huh?” she missed her mouth this time, spilling water on her pink top and a bit on her matching cropped blazer. “Oh, damn it!”

"Oh goodness, dear, are you alright?" His voice was quiet and full of concern for her. "Come, let me help you." 

“I’m okay… it’s just a little bit of water…” she mumbled, feeling the cold already seeping through her shirt. She looked around for any tissues. Just as she was about to reach for the box  the table, to her surprise, on the table, to her surprise, he took out a handkerchief and began to dab at the wet spot on her chest.

"There we are, sweetheart," he murmured. "Poor dear, did I startle you? You shouldn't be letting an old man like me get to you..."

She didn't answer, looking away as she felt the pressure of his hand against her chest, feeling herself getting more and more turned on with every movement and passing second. “It’s fine…”

William looked at her face in her eyes. "Oh, sweetheart…" His hand slowed slightly, and the corner of his lips curled into a small smile, though his eyes still seemed concerned. "Are you nervous?" He noticed how she hasn't answered while holding his handkerchief against her chest to dry it off. William leaned in, ever so slightly, so that the fabric of his jacket was up against her touching, her just a little bit as he looked to see her face. 

"No...I..." She stuttered. This man had her nerves all over the place. His touch and voice was enough to make all her thoughts disappear. He had such an effect on her and he didn't even have to try. Her face felt hot, her hands were shaking, and she was in serious danger of messing up her edges, the way she was sweating so much…

"Poor dear... biting your lip like that..." He murmured... he brought his face closer, his breath on her neck. "I should apologize now, sweetheart. I should have just told you my intentions from the get-go instead of teasing you so much." 

Oh. Oh.

So she hadn't been imagining it! He'd been flirting with her this whole time! She couldn't believe what was happening. She was frozen in place. Her mind was completely blank. Every time a thought came to her she felt it being blocked by his touch.

"Your intentions?” She heard herself speak.

"I've wanted you alone for quite some time, dear. You're just so... adorable." 

"What do you want with me...?" She couldn't bring herself to ask the other questions she had. Instead, she just stared at the handsome man in front of her who had completely hijacked her mind.

“Several things, but only if you let me…” William hummed. 

"Please?" Stella whispered. 

Whatever he had in mind was probably a bad idea. She had no idea how old he was, maybe just ten or twenty years older or even twice her age. Plus, he was Wheeler’s mentor and the leader of the group Chuck and Trent hated. It was dumb, it was dangerous, it was indecent. But…

God, was he fine…

He smiled as he moved her hand and fondled her breast through her blouse, seemingly relishing the little whimper that slipped from between her glossed lips.

Stella whined as his hand slid past her underwear and felt her, his fingers pressing against her pussy and rubbing her through what little the pink thong she was wearing covered. "You poor girl… have you been sitting here soaking wet this whole time? Let me take care of that."

He stood up, and she watched as he moved the table a bit. "That is, only if you want me to..."

She was speechless. She was so far gone that she couldn't even form the thoughts in her mind to say no. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had never felt like this before. So helpless, so mesmerized, so… aroused. She was frozen in place, only able to stare up at his beautiful face and his beautiful smile. It was wild how a man so much older than her had her in such a trance.

“Uh…uh huh…” was all she could manage, nodding as he pushed her skirt up and slipped her panties down her legs. What was he thinking of doing? More importantly, when was the last time anyone had done whatever he was thinking of doing to her?

"You're just too sweet, dear. So sweet…" He murmured as he kneeled in front of her. He tucked a hand under her calf and brought her leg up to rest on his shoulder. "We don't have long, Bunny, so just be good for me, okay?" He looked up at her, his eyes seemed warm and sincere, but even in her haze, she could see the lewd glint in them.

She looked away as  William’s face went between her legs and against her pussy, the wet flesh of his tongue making its way between her lips.  She covered her mouth with her hand as he kissed her up and down, adding his tongue to the action pressing in so deep his nose brushed up against her clit again and again. 

"Are you alright dear?” he murmured against her. Stella fought back a whine and tried not to not to squirm as he slowly pressed his finger into her, taking his time, then slowly thrusting them back and forth, tongue lapping at her clit. She nodded quickly, struggling to find words that weren't just “Oh fuck,” or “God, please…”.

His lips were now around her bundle of nerves, sucking against her. She whimpered out loud, thighs quivering as she tried not to move too much.

His hand gripped her thigh as he sucked at her, her hips moving a bit against his mouth “Will…” His fingers teased her as her breath hitched, slowly, achingly pumping back in forth in her, the sound of her wet lush could be heard over the soft noise of the tv. She tried not to squeeze his head between her thighs as he crooked his fingers in her, brushing against that one, precious spot… “Fuck…”

“Do you need me to stop, sweetheart?” his hand reached up and found hers, giving it a squeeze. The sight of him looking up at her from the floor almost brought her to her knees herself.

She shook her head, free hand gripping the edge of the sofa instead of tugging at his gorgeous hair like she really wanted to. She couldn’t comprehend exactly how she felt, all she knew was that if he stopped-

“No, no no no-” she panted desperately as she bucked her hips against his pretty face, gripping his hand tighter.  “Please…” he groaned against her as he nodded and continued.

Her eyes shut tight as she struggled to stay quiet, her toes curling as her thighs quivered. He quickened the motion of his fingers in her, the combined stimulation making her tear up, a knot in her lower stomach growing tighter and tighter, there was no way she wasn't close. She tossed her head back, eyes shut tight. She could feel her clit swell between his lips as an even stranger feeling overtook her, something dripping from her aching pussy, herself losing it even more as his thick fingers moved in her and against her. 

She moaned shakily into her hand as her clit began to pulse and throb, and she began to see stars.  Her hips slowed against his face and he finally came up for air. Stella tilted her head forward, gasping, and slowly opened her eyes, just as he had placed a hand on the couch for purchase as he steadied himself on his knees and toes. Oh my god, she thought as she watched him wipe at his face with his handkerchief. She really made a mess, didn’t she? She watched as he wiped something glistening off his chin. She looked down at the slick mess on her inner thighs. As if he had noticed, he let out a chuckle and took a few tissues out, wiping at her thighs for her. 

“Oh, poor Stella…” William murmured as he finished. She squeaked as he gave her clit a soft flick just before he stood up to stand between her legs, a tent beginning to grow between his own, at least from her point of view.  He walked behind the couch to dispose of the tissues in the trash. “I did all that to you, didn’t I?”

She nodded, still struggling to find words. All of that…especially…when was the last time anyone made her come like that? And all over his face too…

“May I kiss you, sweetheart?” he murmured, as he leaned down, a hand moving to cup the back of her neck. She nodded, and once again her thoughts were silenced by him. His lips were softer than she ever thought, and she moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss. She could taste herself on his tongue, on his lips, but she didn’t mind at all. He pulled away quicker than she’d like him to, trademark smirk now back on his lips.

“What a pretty sight you are, Miss Wilson,” the man chuckled, he stepped forward, tilting her chin up. Calm but calculating eyes looked her over. He brought a kiss to her forehead, then her lips. “Absolutely adorable, you are.” 

He stood up and took something out of his jacket pocket. Her thong! Face feeling hot, she reached for it, pouting when he raised it above her head. William smiled down at her, tilting her chin up with one hand while holding her panties up in the air with the other. "Not so fast dear.. I think you know what you have to do to get these back, don't you?"

She shook her head, confused.

"Meet me in my room, as soon as you're done hanging out with young Wheeler. But only if you wish. If not, I'll give these right back..." 

"Your room?" said Stella quietly. She probably looked to be in such a state since her mind had practically shut off completely. She looked at William with some uncertainty, but it quickly went away  once she saw the sincerity in his pretty blue eyes. She nodded her head slowly. The situation wasn’t something she needed to think hard about.

Plus, she needed that thong back. Victoria’s Secret wasn’t cheap.

He smiled, and tucked the pink thong back into the inner pocket of his suit, then pulled out a room key. “You're staying at the same hotel as we are, correct? I'm in room 319. Again, you can decline at any time, my sweet.”

She nodded, taking the room key and putting it in her purse, away from her phone so it wouldn't erase itself. "I'll g-go..."

“Good girl, I’ll be sure to make it that we have a fantastic night tog-…”

She let out a squeak at the sound of a knock at the door, and quickly made to pull her mini skirt back down over her thighs. As she did,  William walked over to the door, adjusting himself through his slacks as he did. He looked over his shoulder to make sure she was dressed, giving her a wink, before unlocking and opening the door. 

Wheeler stumbled back in, looking frazzled. "God I hate doing interviews. You okay, Bunny?" He looked over at Stella. She nodded quickly as he walked over to her. “Oh, what happened to your shirt?”

“I just spilled some water, it’s fine, I’ll change later,” she said quickly.

Claudio, flopping back down in the chair he had first sat in, looked at her with a knowing glint in his eye. “ Did you two have a good time while we were away?”

William nodded, once again leaning over the man and putting his hands on his shoulders. “I quite did. Miss Wilson here, is quite the talker.” he gave her another wink just as Wheeler turned around to face her.

“That's good!” Wheeler nodded, helping Stella to her feet. "C'mon Bunny, let's go get something to eat and watch a movie. Are you guys gonna wait for Bryan and Mox?”

“Yeah,” Claudio nodded, and William did the same. 

Stella grabbed Wheeler’s shoulder, supporting herself with his arm as she put her heels back on. She put her purse over her shoulder and gave William one last look before following Wheeler out the door.

“I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Wilson.” his voice almost stopped her in her tracks.

“You too, Mr. Regal,” she said without turning around, letting Wheeler close the door. The younger man followed her down the hall.

“See, I told you he doesn’t bite!” he laughed, giving her a playful shove.

“I know, I know…” she mumbled. 

Kiss, suck, and tease her to hell and back? Yes. 

Bite? No. At least, he hadn’t yet. 

But maybe that would change, later into the night…

~ To be continued~

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Hey! I just wanted to pop in and say I love your blog and I absolutely adore how you write for the turtles!

Also, may I give a request? If so, GN! Reader originated in the 1990 movie, being close to the turtles, they have a close bond. One day, where the kraang teleports the reader to the timing of the Bayverse! Turtles. They are forced into the sewers, looking for the turtles. When they do, it’s a huge shock for everyone (how different the turtles look to them, and how a human being just walks into the layer with no effort. Of course being questioned). Over time they adjust to their settings, becoming family to the turtles, and gains feelings for Raphael, eventually confessing to the big guy.

If you don’t wanna do the request I totally understand! I hope you have an amazing day! Again, love your work here!

A/n:you guys are gonna make me cry from all this support 🥺. Thank you for requesting

Summary:you originally from the 1990s get transported to a different place and time, 2014/16 and end up falling In love.

Version:2014/16

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You were just relaxing in the lair well more specifically a abandoned subway. But hey its cool and not to hot like the weather was right now. You were just waiting for the turtles to get home, and you didn't know what splinter was up to. But you started to feel funny, you opened your eyes and almost screamed, there infront of you was a gross alien that was pink and had tentacles.

"We don't need you"

"Y/N!"

You don't know who shouted for you but next thing you knew you feel onto cold concrete.

"Ow"

You looked around and knew where you were. You figured you could just get but to the turtles and help them fight off that weird thing. But how you were wrong. You kept walking for what felt like hours, when you reached your destination it was different. There were bright lights and the turtles looked different.

"Hello?"

Everyone turned and looked at you. They were quiet, they didn't know what to say. But you looked and didn't see splinter.

"Where's Master splinter?"

That's when they panicked, you a human who's just walked into their lair looking for their dad? Suspicious.

"What do you want with him"

"Calm down leo I just need to confirm something, cause I don't I'm supposed to be here"

They were quiet. When splinter walked in they all looked towards him.

"Whats going on here?"

"Dad um there's some random person looking for you, we think their a bit suspicious"

"Mikey I can hear you"

Mikey had whispered the last part. He looked at you terrified. Splinter walked towards you.

"Why are you here"

"I don't know what happened fully, but basically what happened is...."

You explained the situation, how you knew and met the turtles, why you knew to ask for splinter, and why your so calm. After that they we're all silent. Until Donnie spoke up.

"The kraang"

"The what?"

"That's what brought you here, the kraang"

"What's the kraang exactly?"

"Well the kraang is an alien species that seems to want to destroy earth, and their weirdly pink with tentacles like you explained. Unfortunately that's all we really know"

"Oh"

"Hey I'm sure your turtles are fine okay, if we Beat them I'm sure they can beat the kraang to"

You nodded. You felt a hand on your shoulder, you looked over and it's splinter.

"You can stay here as long as you need"

You smiled and nodded.

"What's your name"

"Y/n"

"Well y/n I'm gonna go find a place for you to sleep"

You nodded as leo stood up and left. You looked at raph since he hasn't said anything since you got there. He just huffed and walked away. Just like your raph, it's gonna take a but to gain his trust.

Time skip

After awhile you finally gained his trust. It took some time but that's fine. You met their April and Casey and it's so weird seeing the difference compared to your April and Casey. But you managed.

Time skip

You've been their for awhile and we'll you've started to like raph, yeah it was a little weird at first but you warmed up to the feels. After some time with this small crush it only got bigger, and well it's kinda hard to hide when you live with him. April's seen it but doesn't think it's raph and Casey just thinks your sick. But hey you'll eventually get use to it or get over it. Right?

Time skip

Nope, it only got bigger and your in the kitchen daydreaming. Raph came up to you not noticing your daydreaming so he started talking to you. You thought it was still apart of the daydream so you said the unthinkable.

"I love you, raph"

You didn't realize you weren't daydreaming since you had been for quite some time. He froze and if he wasn't a turtle you could see his blush. He slowly turned around and looked at you stuned.

"What'd you say"

"I love-"

You sat up straight and covered your mouth realizing. You were gonna apologize but you couldn't move. It was like time froze, you wanted to cry and raph wanted to run. He didn't know how yo respond but he knew liked you back. And while you guys are staring at eachother mikey is sitting on the couch watching. You finally broke the silence.

"I'm so sorry, I should leave"

You got up to leave, you were also prepared for rejection.

"No, don't leave"

You turned around and looked at him which was harder then you thought.

"I-"

Raph cut himself off and stood there trying to find the right words.

"I like you too."

He stood their obviously nervous.

"Really? Your not just saying that"

"Yeah, I mean it"

You smiled and walked over to him, snd hugged him. You just felt really happy and didn't know what to do. He could tell so he just hugged back. You could hear mikeys awws in the background

A/n:I hope you enjoyed

[its5amandimstillawake]

ok but can we talk about morel Orel?? This may seem a bit random but I saw some random clip of it on YouTube and thought it looked interesting so I binged watched the show on my days off and wow

So let me start off by quickly explaining the show for anyone who doesn't know cause, I don't know I didn't hear anything about this show and knew nothing until that single clip on YouTube, so I genuinely don't know how well known it is, if it's popular or what

So to quickly and briefly explain the show, it's basically about this kid named Orel, the eldest son of the puppington family, who lives in a town names moralton (subtle I know) the town is extremely religious and try to teach Orel their ways, Orel is a people pleaser and wants to make everyone happy and wants to be the ultimate good Christian boy, but he often takes things to far and to literally in trying to follow what the town tells him. This always results in chaos and always ends with his father spanking him and then lecturing him at the end.

At first based on that description of the show you may think "ok? Just seems like your standard christian show" except the show is supposed to point out the flaws and hypocrisy of these people so I can already hear "ok? Again so what? Just a standard satire show on Christianity" except the show for the most part doesn't attack the religion. It attacks the people and a lot of the aspects it attacks isn't even their religious beliefs or the fact that they're religious.

Before we dive right in to exactly what the show is tackling and the message it wants to give, I just want to say my main praise for the show is the way it's structured. The way the show is structured is brilliant it's 3 seasons long, first season is very standard satire adult swim, crude humor whatever, until the season finale. So far up to this point we've been dealing with run of the mill shit, fantasy world crude humor shit. We've risen the dead, got some people to drink orel's pee whatever but the season finale grounds us into reality. After this point we don't see a bunch of unrealistic things anymore, and the tone shifts. It's no longer "lol what kooky goof ups is Orel gonna do this time" suddenly it's more serious. This starts with the season one finale where the first time we start seeing more of the parents. For the first time we see something actually serious happen. And while season one had these serious things that finally get addressed in this finale they were in the background and played more as jokes. But now they take a sudden turn to the forefront and played as a serious topic.

So now season 1 finale has established that we're getting deeper and more complex and more grounded in reality which is followed up by season 2. Season 2 we dive more into the people of moralton. Before the reverend was just the priest character who would give the sermon in the beginning of the episodes now he was a fleshed our character, with a life, with goals, with uncertainties, with flaws but with good parts of him too. The parents who before Orel's mom was just kind of background character and dad just the dad of the show now they had more personality, desires, hatred, etc.

While the formula was basically the same of Orel would misunderstand the lesson or take it to literally, there was a bit more nuance in it. While In season 1 Orel may raise the dead because of a misunderstanding of the sermon, now Orel is learning that his mother hates her father and hates her life

Season 1 we had Orel have his classmates drink his pee, now we have the town killing Orel's pet dog

Shit gets more serios and we slowly see Orel learn how fucked up everything is but while still thinking that maybe he just doesn't understand yet that one day it'll make sense. Until the season 2 finale. Season 2 all builds up to show the town, the people and how fucked up they all are and how despite it Orel still has hope and faith in all of them and trusts them, especially his father, which makes the season 2 finale all the more heartbreak.

Season 2 let's just say an...event happens that completely destroys Orel's faith and respect in his father and in the people around. After this point while Orel would just blindly believe and trust people in season 1 and 2 this point forward he'll start asking "why?" He'll start questioning all of them and he'll no longer have that respect and blind Faith he once did. In season 3 it's a lot of flashbacks. Season 2 finale is the big moment that forvever changes Orel so season 3 takes a step back to see how did this happen. What events happened to lead to this. Season 3 we flashback to see why the mother is the way she is. Why Orel's father is the way he is. Why a lot of the towns people are the way they are. Season 3 doesn't focus as much on Orel as Much as it focuses on "how did this happen to Orel. Why did it happen to Orel" and to understand that we need to understand the town and the people in this town and why they are the way they are.

So the structure is amazing how it starts off goofy and crude until the finale where it makes a shift on tone the next season following up on this shift and having the lessons and what happens to Orel all be build up to this horrible and tragic event that changes who Orel is and how he views the world, and then season 3 going "now how did this happen." Beautiful

Now I just want to talk about two characters. Almost all the characters have impactful stories and characters arcs and changes in how we view them and they're all really well done in my opinion but this would be an entires book worth if I delved into every character I wanted to talk about lol

So for now I'm gonna talk about the main two

Of course we have orel the main character, a 12 year old boy just trying his best to be a good religious boy. When the show starts he is incredibly naive, takes things very literally, has a good heart and is a good kid and just trying to understand the world around him and trying his best to be a good person and he has a lot of faith in the people around him and trusts them. As the show progresses we see pretty awful things happen to him yet despite it he continues to try his best and to believe in the people around him and believe they always have his best interest at heart. Of course until season 3 where he realizes just how fucked up everything is. Despite this we do see him grow up still being religious because one of the things I like about the show is that it doesn't say "religion bad" none of the towns people are seen as bad by the show because of their religion, that's never demonized, and the show shows this by showing Orel as an adult at the end of the show as a good person, who is also religious, the religion was never the problem.

But anyway I digress Orel's progression from being stupidly and annoyingly naive to being kind of cynical and doubtful of the world around him was actually kind of heartbreaking

One of the most heartbreaking scenes in my opinion is towards the end of the show. It's an episode focused on the towns people and what they were doing while Orel had his.... incident at the end of season 2. They all had shitty ass weeks. They all saw some shitty stuff and all did shitty stuff including the reverend. Now the reverend is giving a sermon at the end of the episode and Hsi sermon was supposed to be on hope, he looks around the crowd of people in the town to see if he can find inspiration (since he forgot to write the sermon ahead of time) and finds a their miserable faces looking back at him, he's about to give up when he suddenly thinks "Orel!! Orel puppington is always filled with hope and happiness and faith" and he looks at Orel...only to find Orel's miserable face looking back at him and Orel then looks away in despair.

This is probably the only time In this show where Orel is at church and not happy since it's always emphasized that he's always happy at church and considers the church his safe space seeing him like this is all the more heartbreaking for the audience and the reverend who then looks at his paper and after looking at Orel one more time looks back down and adds "less" to the word hope at the top of his paper and the episode ends.

I think this does an amazing job of really showing the audience how much Orel has changed and how even the towns people are starting to realize how fucked up it is.

We then have clay puppington. Clay is the heart of the show in my opinion, clay is an awful awful person. But the show wouldn't be NEARLY as impactful if he wasn't. His awfulness and why he's awful are essential to the show. Clay puppington is Orel's father and main antagonist of the show, he starts off as just the normal cartoon dad his only is really to lecture Orel in a very monotone indifferent tone. Until the season 1 finale where he gets more of a personality and a bigger role. We learn clay is an alcoholic who never wanted to get married and was basically tricked into marriage by his wife who also didn't want to get married to him and just felt pressured to do so because of her toxic family and the toxic environment around her. He's a bisexual man who feels the need to repress that side of him and constantly push away the only person that actually likes him. He has a kid he hates, shapey, Orel's little brother, because he's the result of his wife cheating on him with the guy he has a crush on (whole telenovela there I know) he had a father who didn't love him and was very honest about he didn't love him and his father use to say he didn't think clay was "worth it" something that stuck with clay all these years later. He has a mother he accident killed as a kid. Lot of trauma is what I'm trying to say. And In season 2 we get to see him slowly progress into a worse and worse person, he was always a bad person but the show took place from Orel's pov and he never saw the guy as awful so the comments he made or things he did were played off as a joke and more of a background thing until season 2 where we get to see it come more to the forefront and then blowing up in the season 2 finale and we get to see a few episodes of backflash to explain how he became like this (not excuse mind you the show is very clear in that the show itself thinks clay is a awful person it's simply an explanation) and we get a few episodes of him in the present and see a even darker side to him then we knew and see him for what he truly is, a truly awful and pathetic man.

I simply love the show and loved how it was structured, how it developed it's characters, not even really developed just slowly revealed the person they always were and show how they came to be like this and show Orel's own progression I highly recommend 10/10 in my opinion

It's on HBO max it's only 3 seasons, each episode being 11 minute's long

[7-wonders]

how long did we know mad love!michael before the kidnapping? also how would you describe our first time meeting? 😭🤍

STFU I'VE BEEN WAITING YEARS FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS I'M SO EXCITED!

So you knew Michael for only a couple of months before the incident where the butcher was stabbed and he was taken to Hawthorne. After his abrupt disappearance, you don't see him for about five months. Three of those months are because you're back home for summer break (summer between your sophomore and junior year), but it was still odd to not see him at all in May or September when you had been seeing him weekly for two months straight.

Now for the meeting...

•••

God, you really hate grocery shopping at normal hours. Most of the time, you only go grocery shopping with your friends at random, late-night hours, where you can feel comfortable surrounded by all the other weirdos and college kids who are slightly nocturnal. Grocery shopping during the day, on the other hand, feels as though you're being hunted for sport. Dodging screaming kids and judgmental mothers, fitness influencers and senior citizens, is one of your worst nightmares.

But you just had to forget that you had enthusiastically said you were going to make cupcakes for your weekly get-together with your friends where you all watch the new episode of your collective favorite show. The weekly get-together that just so happens to be tonight. Considering you don't have the ingredients to make cupcakes or the frosting with which to top them, you're on a time crunch that necessitates a daytime visit to the grocery store.

Regardless of how much you hate it, your poor planning has led you here, so you have no choice but to suck it up and make it as quick of a trip as possible. A basket is clutched tightly in your hands as you anxiously dart out of the way of one of those carts configured to be a race car before they run you over. The carton of eggs slides precariously in the near-empty basket, but remains safe. Safe, that is, until you turn into the baking supplies aisle without looking and crash into someone's back.

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" you apologize profusely, shame heating your ears and making you wish the ground would swallow you whole. The poor person you nearly bowled over turns around, and you immediately relax when they do. "Ms. Mead!"

Ms. Mead is one of the weirdos that normally does her grocery shopping late at night. There's 'rumors' that she's a Satanist, though you don't know if you can call it a rumor said person the rumor is about wears a pentagram and regularly talks about the recent sermon at the Satanic Temple. Your friends like to steer clear of her when they see her, but you think she's badass, with her all-black wardrobe, dark lipstick, cropped hair, and 'fuck everybody' attitude.

"I wasn't watching where I was going, are you—" she waves off your concerns.

"Don't worry about me, I'm not some daisy that's blown over by a stiff breeze."

You grin, loving the way that she speaks. "Still, I'm sorry."

"You shouldn't be. Take pride in your actions! Don't apologize to anybody for anything!" You're surprised she doesn't launch into a sermon, something that she's done a couple times when talking to you before. "Where's your gaggle of friends? Hiding from me again?"

"It's just me here today. Forgot that I promised I was gonna make cupcakes for everyone tonight." She peeks into your basket, and you're sure that she's silently judging the Funfetti frosting that you had grabbed on the way in. "I'm surprised to see you here so early! Don't you always say that you get the best meat and produce by shopping late at night?"

"I do, but—" Her attention is drawn to someone over your shoulder. "There you are! Did you find it?"

You're not one to believe in cliches or stupid, cheesy romance. But when you turn around to see a tall, lanky boy around your age whose grunge wardrobe and Docs contrasts his golden curls, you think that you feel your heart skip a beat. His eyes, a pretty shade of light blue, nervously dart up from the ground to Ms. Mead.

"Uh, I think so?" He holds up a loaf of bread that Ms. Mead must have asked him to grab, and she nods approvingly.

"Good, toss it in the cart." Ms. Mead smirks when she notices how Michael stops in his tracks when he looks at you, his breath hitching in his throat as he tries to stand up straighter. "I don't think you two have met yet! Y/n, this is Michael. Michael's staying with me for a few months."

His eyes meet yours, and when they do, you can't help but smile. God, he's cute. "Hi, Michael. It's nice to meet you."

Michael bites his lip, raising an arm to run a hand through his hair. "N-nice to meet you too."

You both just stare at each other for a long moment, dopey grins on your faces. Finally, you snap out of it when your phone buzzes in your pocket. "Uh, I should get going. I don't wanna be late."

Ms. Mead places a hand on Michael's shoulder and squeezes gently. "You do that. It was good seeing you."

"Yeah, nice to see you too." You look at Michael one more time, eyes dropping to your basket when you see he's already looking at you. "Bye."

You turn on your heel and leave, not stopping until you're on the other side of the store. Once you are, you stop and place a hand over your racing heart. Get a grip, you tell yourself. You see one cute, shy guy with golden retriever energy and immediately crush on him? Ridiculous. It was one thirty-second interaction, after all.

Still, as you enjoy the fruits of your labor later that night sitting with your friends and dissecting what you just watched on TV, you can't help but think of the way a soft blush dusted his high cheekbones when you said his name, or how sweet he seemed to be. Maybe you'll start going grocery shopping during the day, after all.