#love April. get em girl

[thecomet-and-themeteor]

I don't know how much sense this makes but I need a Langelique Cinderella AU, I think it'd work pretty well

[stars-and-the-min]

☆ the wrong way to hard launch (6) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n the highs (friends) and lows (exes) of life aka lina lore 👀 preface : i know nothing about nfl or american football so suspend ur beliefs if u happen to know a thing or two, also my amateur photoshopping skills are really improving from this

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logansargeant

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logansargeant The long-awaited ultimate rematch tagged: selinabui and oscarpiastri

alex_albon Wait, why wasn't I invited?

selinabui ok captain america pack it up ↳ logansargeant @ selinabui Stay mad 😎 ↳ oscarpiastri @ selinabui Why would you challenge two professional racing drivers to a racing game? ↳ selinabui @ oscarpiastri i thought you loved me? ↳ oscarpiastri @ selinabui Ah but you love winners more 😏 ↳ logansargeant @ oscarpiastri Stop flirting in my comments???

cofrisy_f1 LOSCAR??? OSCALINA??? LOLINA???

beemiepie she chose the orange car 🥺🥺🥺 ↳ siera_mblanc @beemiepie a true papaya girlie 🧡🧡

cameliazzz just posted to their story

replies selinabui cami, did u or did u not insist u'd be fine 😭

lukaszhang the SLANDER??? didn't we have loads of fun???

aidan_ebass Touché Millie, see you soon?

eb_jonno sidenote: can you bring mochi on the plane? are there food restrictions?

oscarpiastri

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oscarpiastri 次回まで trans: until next time

piastri_lina obsessed with this couple's dedication to never tagging each other

opeightyone Get 'em next year 💪

selinabui currently feeling like a 1930's housewife waiting for her husband to return from war ↳ cameliazzz @ selinabui HELLO NOT YOU PLAGARISING MY STORY??? FOR A GUY??? ↳ selinabui @ cameliazzz nooooo wifey i didn't mean like that :(((

TWITTER

lina !!! @EB_selina · 37m you've gotta be shitting me

NFL Jersey Numbers @nfljerseywatch · 1h Tennessee Titans RB Thomas Howard (@THowdy) is wearing number 24. Last worn by Kenny Vaccaro. #Titans

↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 34m no fucking way... i don't wanna jump to conclusions but... ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 32m he tweeted about it. girl- jump to those conclusions.

Thomas Howard @THowdy · 58m The move to the #Titans has been a huge change, and 24 has been a number close to my heart for many years, I'd consider it a lucky number for a lucky year 👊 ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 23m eat shit and die i'm so fucking serious you have no right to wear her number ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 22m hahaha (not) funny but april fools was last week say sike RIGHT NOW

fiona🩷 @fififorlina · 29m thinking about how tommy is playing with lina’s number i'm weak 😭 ↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 13m no, we're absolutely not doing this, it's not sweet at all, do you even know how badly he treated lina? ↳ emme @flowersforcami · 11m there are tommy-supporting linami’s in this day and age???

oscalina real ?! @emptyginbottles · 39m lina watching her ex and cousin play/drive with her number be like:

↳ lila💚 @kasdanrights · 23m idk how to feel bc it's kinda hilarious that our little rockstar is slowly plaguing the sporting world with her number

lina !!! @EB_selina · 22m @LoganSargeant for my own mental health we're not going to talk for the next... 50 years ↳ Logan Sargeant @LoganSargeant · 8m I'm sorry? Did I do something wrong? ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 5m it's not you, it's just your countrymen (i'm generalising again)

MESSAGES

from the phone of selina bui

TWITTER

liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 35m WHY IS EVERYONE FLOODING MY TL WITH T*MMY SHIT ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 34m lina is one of the only music girlies who is SO SO SO vocal about how much she HATES her ex and you still can't listen to her??? ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 34m not just with her music but as in SHE OUTRIGHT HATES HIS GUTS ON MAIN she COULD NOT possibly make it clearer that she would rather shoot herself in the head than ever consider getting back together with him ↳ liv is SEEING EB LIVE!! @olivielina · 33m i'm so tired can't you just let the woman be happy with oscar ↳ abby <3 @devilvows · 17m liv, baby, i think you need to change ur name to 'defense minister of linami nation'

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selinabui

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selinabui some weird second string loser who's not worth mentioning

cameliazzz thought the message was 'let everyone know i'm doing ok'? ↳ selinabui @ cameliazzz message appropriately sent :)

oliviarodrigo AAHHH stunning as always 💝💝 ↳ selinabui @ oliviarodrigo watch out, the literal moment we're in the same city i'm hunting u down (my favourite american 🥺)

oscarpiastri Haha not me though right :) ↳ selinabui @ oscarpiastri idk maybe...?

TWITTER

lina !!! @EB_selina · 1h this is really hindering my enjoyment of 'so american' ↳ Oscar Piastri @ OscarPiastri · 1h I reaaally hate to break it to you but I think you might be the American in this relationship ↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 53m take that back rn i'm serious ↳ Oscar Piastri @ OscarPiastri · 49m Which one of us has lived in California for half a decade? 🤔

↳ abby <3 @devilvows · 37m can you imagine waking up to that face? oscar piastri, you lucky bitch

↳ lila💚 @kasdanrights · 2h oscar piastri i was not familiar with your game ↳ lila💚 @kasdanrights · 2h selina, i understand you now, i get it now, truly i do, hooooly

oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h i think the entire empty bottles fandom and oscalina shippers trying to cleanse the tl by posting some of the most jaw-clenching, hottest pictures of oscar and lina is so funny ↳ oscalina real ?! @ emptyginbottles · 1h the best part is that it's actually working and also so many more empty bottles fans are realising how unfairly attractive oscar piastri is

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selinabui heal my s(e)oul tagged: cameliazzz, blublublupi, and lukaszhang

lukaszhang i thought i specifically asked you not to post that ↳ selinabui @lukaszhang i actually wasn't gonna but then you told me not to so obviously i had to

oscarpiastri 🧡 ↳ selinabui @ oscarpiastri any other fucking colour heart i beg ↳ oscarpiastri @ selinabui You know I'm contractually obligated

emptybottlos i'm convinced they agreed to go on tour just to travel, visit friends and eat a bunch of authentic food

ceciliapham someone else is in seoul rn 👀 ↳ marie_h.sb @ceciliapham in what world do you think your gonna see lina and chris yamada in the same room again?

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

taglist @ririyulife @ashy-kit @fionaschicken @namgification @cherry-piee

[callmewrinkles3]

Morning

April 2023

Crazy curls. Familiar snores. Warm skin against hers. Everything felt soft that morning. The sheets covering them, the noise from outside the bedroom windows, and even the light coming through the curtains. There was some sense of calmness filling her. Suddenly the world didn’t feel so heavy on her shoulders. There was some sort of relaxation inside her. Somehow it felt like freedom. Em knew the right word was 'Happiness'. She was happy.

The world finally knew Daniel was her husband. It was finally public that they were married, so there were no longer any doubts that they belonged to each other. They belonged to each other from the beginning. They had been married for months, but now it was official for everyone else. Now Em could yell it from the rooftops and wear her wedding ring without the fear of someone spotting it. She could wear it in her left hand proudly and not in her right one to make it look like it was just another random one in her large collection of rings. She didn’t have to hide in a chain around her neck, keeping it safe and close to her heart. After months and months and months of biting their tongues, keeping quiet and hiding away, they could finally say they were married. Em could finally say Dan was all hers.

She couldn't believe it was real. She was so sure those happy endings worthy of a Hallmark movie weren't for her. She was sure there was no such a thing as her better half. Emma was so convinced none of those things were made for her that she had to accept that she would spend most of her days alone in her tiny apartment surrounded by her books. It was almost impossible to believe how much things had changed. It was still difficult to comprehend how her tiny cold apartment in London was left behind and her new home was a spacious, cozy, lovely place that was perfect for her, her books and her husband.

Her husband.

It was almost impossible to believe that after everything that had happened, the beautiful man right beside her sleeping peacefully was her husband. He loved her so much that he married her not once, but twice. He was so crazy that he carried her in his skin forever, adding tattoos after tattoos in her honor. Some in their honor. Dan once said that if someone asked why he did such a silly thing like getting tattooed with his girlfriend, the answer would be simple. 'It's to honor the biggest and greatest love of my life. If someone has any doubts I'm all yours, then there they have it.'

Dan loved her so deeply that he was giving her everything she never thought she could have. A home, family, friends, love, safety. He made sure they had the wedding of their dreams, but especially Em's dreams. Lemon cake, wildflowers, fairy lights, friendship bracelets, and a playlist Dan created specifically for that day. The people they loved the most were there loving on them as Dan stood there in absolutely breathtaking his suit promised to love her for the rest of their days. He made her feel like the most special girl in the world tearing up as he looked at her wearing the dress that was a gift from Grace and Joe to not make her feel bad about the fact her parents weren’t there to do that little part of the tradition.

He was doing everything in his power to put the world at her feet, convinced Em didn't deserve less than that. He adored his wife so incredibly much he was trying to give her the one thing they wanted more than anything in the world. They were trying to have what the cruel world took from them. Her Danny loved her so much he was ready to put everything to a side if that meant they could have their own little family. In the silence of the night, Dan would hold her and whisper they would make it happen. He promised that sooner or later they would be holding their brunette baby that was half him and half Em.

Em couldn't wait to see that happen, but in the meantime she couldn't complain. From her spot in bed she could see her wedding dress neatly arranged on the back of a chair with Dan's suit jacket. She knew the rest of his clothes were somewhere around the room, spread around the floor. He didn't care about his clothes, but he took care not to ruin Emma's white dress. Not only was it her reception dress, but it was Blake's gift for her, so Dan was extra cautious about it. She would clean up the mess later, too distracted and happy to care.

When she looked at their clothes, she was drawn to the photo Dan had on his nightstand. It was 2019, Em's hair was way longer, Dan's curls were longer and wilder, and somehow they looked a lifetime younger. She was smiling at the camera as he kissed her cheek, his arms comfortably around her waist, exactly like he had them that morning. They had apartments and houses in different places around the world, and she loved them all, but at the end of the day, Dan's arms were her home. No matter where they were in the world, she was home as long as they were together. It was alright as long as her love held her hand. She knew it would be alright if his big brown eyes looked down at her.

The strange morning Em woke up before Dan, she would normally let him sleep. If she knew Dan didn't set his alarm to go for a run or to the gym, she simply let him rest. They promised the year off would be about them. They would rest, heal, recharge and enjoy. Letting Dan sleep was part of the process, but that morning she couldn't help it. They could cure the hangover with water, coffee and kisses. They could fight it with greasy food, but Em wanted her husband first. She wanted to see him smiling at her on their official first morning as a public newlywed couple. Em felt slightly guilty about ruining her husband's peaceful morning, but she knew he wouldn't be mad at her for waking him up with kisses. Her Danny was never able to be mad at her, especially not for such a thing. Soft kisses on his jaw and lips traveling down his neck were the perfect way to wake up. Her soft fingers running down his chest, outlining his abs and finally resting on his small waist were enough to bring a moan from his mouth.

"Morning, husband." Emmy whispered softly against his ear, returning to her job and marking his tanned skin. That was her husband, she was allowed to mark him, and if somebody didn't like that, it was their problem.

"Morning, baby girl. Sorry, I mean, morning, wife." A couple of words were more than enough to bring a moan from her. He never needed more than that.

Crazy curls. Soft kisses. Bedroom eyes. Loving moans. Raspy stubble. Chill air. Soft sheets. Familiar snores. Lavender curtains. Pokémon plushies. Polaroids stick around the mirror. Fairy lights. Warm golden sunlight. Farm noises. Scented candles. Messy clothes. Old books. Her husband's warm body against hers. Em couldn't believe that was her home. She couldn't believe that was her life.

[hotheadedhero]

Escreva em português: Can you create a headcanon for ROTTMNT’s Raph who is secretly in love with a female reader? She is an antisocial, hot-headed, and fearless woman who excels in combat and prefers to solve her problems with her fists. She embodies the typical ‘tough girl’ stereotype, and she has no idea that Raph has feelings for her

An: Olá amigo! (I hope that's right) Thank you for the request! If I understand correctly, you want this written in Portuguese? Because, if so, I'm afraid I don't know any other than the odd word here and there 😅 Nonetheless, I really love this idea and I hope you enjoy <3

Sucker Punch my Heart

Raphael x Reader

Considering how much of a softy Raphael is deep down, he was slightly scared of you at first. Your first interaction with him and his brothers was met with being barked at for getting in your way whilst fighting off some random threat.

However, with how brazen you are in the face of danger, it was only a matter of time until he fell for you. He has done and always will be an admirer of those who love to engage in a good fight, fearless to any challenge.

You've given him a run for his money with how quickly you resort to laying in a smackdown. Even if a situation doesn't call for it, you'll find any excuse to raise your fists. Surely, this must be a prime circumstance for the two of you to become good friends at the very least.

Yet, you're more stone-cold around him than anyone else in his family. He can't figure out why. All he's ever done is try to be welcoming towards you. Luckily, April and Mikey share their insight, deducing that it's because he's the strongest and that was likely your M.O. before meeting the turtles.

He's a nervous bean when presented with intimidating situations but stammers like a broken engine whenever you're around. Given the added cold shoulder, this is why he usually admires you from afar. He has less chance of making a fool of himself or giving you more reasons to dislike him.

Plus, it stands to reason that you're someone to be admired. Everything about you has him enamoured: the way you hold yourself, your form in a fight, how your eyes narrow and your lips curve into a smirk when you've defeated an enemy. This guy is down bad for you.

You've never liked being the "damsel in distress" and that hasn't changed since befriending the turtles. That doesn't mean Raph hasn't tried his hand at saving you a few times amidst the battlefield, though.

The first few times was because he was trying to impress you and that much was obvious, which is why it frustrated you so much. You don't need someone to swoop in and be your hero, let alone in a futile attempt to 'wow' you.

Matters were different the fifth time. Enemy numbers were overwhelming and it was just the two of you. It was less of a save and more of a side-by-side, fighting together, and you discovered that you actually make a pretty good team.

Showing gratitude for being helped isn't something you know how to do but when you presented your fist to him for a bump, he knew you were trying. Although, part of you wanted to punch him in the arm and tell him you could've handled it.

From that point on, you started showcasing a slightly friendlier side. By no means are you completely sociable around him yet but it seems like it's been getting easier as the weeks go by.

On the rare occasions that you do let your walls down, you both share your love for the world of wrestling. He doesn't reckon he's ever met another avid fan of Ghost Bear before and it just adds to the stockpile of reasons why he loves you.

Don't even get him started on the first time you laughed around him. It was at his expense for trying to imitate a wrestling move but the sound was like music to his ears. Not even a jab to the gut has winded him so badly in his life.

Raph isn't sure if he'll ever gain the courage to confess his feelings but, for now, he's just glad to have a friend out of you. As loudly as his pining heart screams at him to say something, he doesn't want to ruin the good relationship that he's worked so hard to get.

Your metaphorical shell is arguably harder and less penetrable than the large snapper's, but maybe - just maybe - you're beginning to form a soft spot for him. Maybe.

[ju1cyfru1t]

Gotta respect and love another writer who’s a cool writer and a minor!! Fellow writer, I present to you.. A REQUEST. I don’t really request often, cause it’s my job to make ‘em, (excuse my lazy ass, i CANT do them as much as you do cause you somehow have amazing motivation to do so??), but besides that-

How about some little sister headcanons?? Or just little sibling headcanons about reader being the most cutest thing ever, but also the most surprising turtle ever- Say sneaking up on her brothers not purposefully and scaring them, or just overall knowing a whole lot about a certain math problem Donnie has troubles on?? Idk but- Have fun with this, and remember to continue be awesome!! <33

your wish is my command 🧞‍♀️ and tysm for the request! I rlly hope you like it. <3

rottmnt x sister! reader

little sister hcs

Rise! Splinter, Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey, April x fem! sister! Reader

sister between the ages of like 12-15, fem! reader, PURELY PLATONIC AND FAMILIAL, contains swearing, hehehehehehheee

Splinter (SORRY HIS IS SHORT)

- Splinter is such a girl dad and always wanted a daughter. you cannot convince me otherwise.

- You best believe if you were to ever start dating someone ALL of them are interrogating your partner. All of em: the boys, Splinter, and April.

- You absolutely have special privileges w/ Splinter. like he is letting you get away with things your brothers don’t and giving you almost anything you ask for

- ^ bc like…you’re just a little girl. his little girl. his baby. LIKE COME ON NOW-

- he truly believes you could NEVER do anything wrong

Raph

- they are all hella protective over you but he is the MOST protective over you (he’s the oldest, you’re the youngest; it just makes sense, ok?)

- when training, he really holds back and goes easy on you even if he doesn’t need to bc he couldn’t imagine hurting you in any way. to him you are precious and fragile

- iffy about letting you go on missions and patrols even if you’re absolutely ready

- ^ it’s not that he doesn’t believe in you, he’s just worried about what could happen

- Carries you :D

- Lectures you but just because he cares and he makes sure you know that he isn’t trying to be mean

- ^ apologizes profusely if his temper does get the best of him

- Yells at Leo for messing with you

- Anytime you’re in battle, he tries his best to keep you behind him if he can

- Heaven forbid you like Ms.Cuddles show

- He absolutely cannot say no to you like it just physically pains him

- Since Raph’s the oldest, he TRIES (key word TRIES) to handle all the important *cough* talks (puberty, s3x, all that fun growing up stuff) but he struggles 😭😭😭 ends up asking April or Donnie to handle it (but shouldn’t Splinter really be handling that???)

- dotes on you like you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen

- reminds you all the time that he’s proud of you

Leo

- he tries SO hard to be the “cool” brother

- will always claim and brag that he’s your “favorite,” regardless of its true or not

- teases the shit out of you all the damn time like I wouldn’t blame you if you socked him in the throat

- but he just picks on you bc he loves you

-^ and while this is true, he would NEVER let anyone besides him and your brother make fun of you in any way

- (Almost) always has faith in you. he understands what it’s like to feel like no one trusts you and he doesn’t want you to feel that way

- Listens to all the drama and hot gossip and agrees w/ you on everything. If you’re beefing with someone, SO IS HE.

- ^ that bitch Chloe who told you your shirt was ugly is 13. So what? He doesn’t gaf they are BEEFING

- teaching you things he probably shouldn’t be- NOT IN LIKE A WEIRD WAY, but like how to get away with shit and be sneaky and stuff

- there for you if you need a shoulder to cry on. might not be able to give the best advice depending on your problems, but he will hold you and let you cry if that’s what you need

- calls you ‘sis’

- not the best influence 😭

- If you confide in him secrets you haven’t told your other brothers he is weeping tears of joy that you trust him like that

- also dotes on you

- competitive as hell when you play any kind of game

Donnie

- if you’re a human, he’s (begrudgingly) driving you and picking you up from school. I mean, what kind of brother would he be if he let you walk the dangerous streets of NYC by yourself?

- fr though imagine your classmates faces when you pull up in that big ass turtle tank

- Regarding school, the best to go to for help with homework/schoolwork

- ^ and listen, he tries his best to be patient with you. that’s all I’m gonna say 😭

- Donnie doesn’t really treat you much differently than he treats your brothers, just a little bit more careful and EVER SO SLIGHTLY more patient with you

- will let you hang out in his lab while he works on something if you swear up and down on Splinter’s life you will not break, touch, or LOOK at anything

- If you want an honest, unbiased opinion he’s the brother to go to

- Ole Donatello is not the best at showing he really cares for you and loves you with words and actions, but just know he does and would never let anything happen to you

- Carries you on his back like he does with April

- Lectures you as well but just because he wants you to be safe and not do dumb shit (not as gentle as Raph tho)

- If Raph can’t, he’s the one protecting you and shielding you during missions

Mikey

- actually the “cool” brother (Leo remains hella jealous)

- since you two are the youngest I could imagine you’d be pretty close

- always wants to try new things with you: snacks, video games, recipes, pretty much down for anything

- invites you to watch YouTube with him if you’re bored

- If you’re a turtle mutant like them, he’ll ask to paint or add stickers to your shell and plastron

- cooks for you when you’re hungry

- if you attend, he makes sure you always have an after school snack + packs your lunch

- if you’re ok with it he is super affectionate with you

- Lets you vent anytime you need to about anything! He’s always going to be there for you and is the most compassionate of your brothers.

- You, Leo, and him doing stupid tiktok challenges and trends at 2am

- Believes in you no matter what. So, so supportive of any dreams or goals that you have. :)

- hypes you up

- beware of Dr.Delicate Touch and Dr.Feelings

- reminds you often that it’s ok to be emotional and vulnerable

April

- of course she’s best friends w/ all of you but you guys have special sleepovers where it’s just the two of you (which your brothers probably crash if they’re bored)

- ^ obvi calls them “girls night”

- (Varies depending on your species(?)) the one to be the most helpful when you’re body starts changing and you go through puberty because let’s be real your brothers don’t know shit (except Donnie MIGHT know a little bit)

- you can always trust her with secrets or just things you don’t want your brothers to know, like you can talk to her about ANYTHING

- let’s you complain and rant about the dumbass shit your brothers do ALL THE TIME (NOT IN A MEAN WAY I LOVE THEM I SWEAR 😭)

- ^ lmao she totally joins in and agrees w/ everything you say about them

- def let’s you borrow from her if you want (accessories, clothes, jewelry)

- GOING ON ADVENTURES TOGETHER

- Mayhem LOVES you

[butterflyscribbles]

So I haven’t talked nearly enough about Mutant Mayhem yet but I saw it for the second time a few days ago and they have consumed all my thoughts have some random headcanons I’m dying I have to talk about them more:

⚠️(Spoiler warning for MM as well)⚠️

April

- Lives with her mom and grandfather on her mother’s side. Raised by a single mom who’s a veterinarian and her grandpa, a retired tailor and clothing retail manager, moved in after her grandma passed away a few years ago.

- Listens to way too many murder mystery podcasts and thrillers are her favorite movie genre

- Practices doodling a lot in the sides of her journal or class notes. She’s inspired by courtroom sketch artists and old biology journals.

- Swears like a sailor. Even more than Raph. Tries to censor herself around them but it only gets worse the closer they become as friends

- Becomes a sort of ambassador for the turtles and other mutants in the city. Anyone who doesn’t approve of them, goes through her…

- Favorite subject is biology, outside of working on the school newspaper of course

Leo

- Big time book worm. Has read a lot of the classics like The Great Gatsby, Catcher in the Rye, etc. which gives him an advantage heading into high school. His favorite subject is literature naturally as a result.

- Autistic, practically canon but just putting it out there

- Like April, he’s got a sensitive stomach under pressure. Nausea flares up all the time, especially at the sight or smell of blood. They bond over it. Nothing brings two people together like commiserating that your tummy hurts all the time🤝

- Hopeless romantic. Had fallen head over heels for a few other girls he spotted up top even before April came along. She was just…different. He watches a lot of sappy romance movies too they make him feel all warm and fuzzy.

- Love language is words of affirmation big time. He’s always about hyping up the people he loves and will defend them through anything.

Raph

- He’s the team medic in this iteration. He’s no professional but growing up he had so many injuries from being a scrappy lil dude that he picked up on how to take care of ‘em on his own and of course shares that knowledge with his bros and April later. He’s surprisingly gentle when he needs to be.

- He’s the most prone to nightmares/night terrors. The fact that Raph was the one to go seek comfort from Splinter in the tots scene is so important to me.

- He and Donnie are the anime enthusiasts. Hasn’t seen as many as Donnie but it’s close.

- Scratching his shell gently, especially up by the shoulder blades, is like an automatic snooze button. He passes out within minutes.

- Second biggest crybaby to Mikey. It happens when he feels any emotion too strongly whether it’s happiness, anger, sadness, etc. and he hates it. Makes him feel weak, which is why there usually is a lot of punching involved too.

Donnie

- Can’t swim and is the only one who actively dislikes getting into the water.

- He and Leo have been studying how to speak and write Japanese together for years. Don has picked up a lot from all the anime he watches.

- Is the most emotionally open version of Donnie to date. He’s always telling his family how much he loves them without restraint and is the first to ask what’s wrong if he picks up on someone acting weird or trying to hide something.

- To compliment the above hc, he’s insanely observational, like Sherlock level. They don’t know how he’s able to do it but his attention to detail and his ability to take that and create plans and get a read on people is baffling. If Donnie doesn’t get a good vibe off someone, believe him and run the other way. (Makes him really good at those spot the different puzzles too lol.)

- Loves to dance just like his previous incarnation before him:’) Bootyyyshaker9001

Mikey

- Is actually afraid of cats…growing up with Splinter, who would freak out at the sight of them, only taught him to freak out along with him. They are sharp and unpredictable.

- Other than that however he’s an animal lover. Had a few pet fish through the years that he saved after being flushed.

- Practically canon but the most physically affectionate by leagues. Constantly seeking a brother, adopted mutant family member, or an April to cling to.

- Super into musicals and is a actually a decent singer

- Can take a punch like nothing you’ve ever seen and can still be standing….but gets sick constantly his immune system is wack

[doomandgloomfromthetomb]

Lou Reed - Concerto del Primo Maggio, Rome, Italy, May 1, 1994 / Olympic Park, Melbourne, Australia, April 16, 1995

After the Velvet Underground reunion of 1993 crashed and burned, Lou Reed said to himself — "Hey, who needs a band, anyway?!" One of his few appearances during the following year saw Lou accompanied only by an electric six-string, a distortion pedal and a mullet. You might assume that he'd want a somewhat intimate setting for this foray into solo troubadourism, but you'd be wrong! This show in Rome is a big outdoor festival date of some kind.

"Ciao!" a bespectacled Reed exclaims cheerfully at the outset, before launching into — what else — "Sweet Jane," encouraging the Italian crowd to sing along on the chorus. He definitely sticks to the hits for the most part during his half-hour onstage, but it's interesting to hear his unadorned guitar, that riffage in all its fuzzed glory. And the rare cover of "Tracks of My Tears" is pretty cool, Lou getting into a soul singer vibe. With that haircut, maybe he was the life of the party during this era?

A year later, Reed was down under at another festival, trying the solo thing again. This performance doesn't go quite as well as in Rome. The Australian crowd sounds restless, perhaps more excited to hear louder acts like Faith No More, Primus and L7 ... and hey, speaking of which, L7 joins Lou on "I Love You Suzanne," adding girl-group backing vocals. That's fun. Less fun is during "Heroin" when Lou gets a little upset at a band soundchecking across the field ... "Just give me a second — these people are fuckin' pigs!" Aw yeah, tell 'em, Lou! For even more vintage nastiness, there's a radio interview included here promoting the festival with Lou being very mean to his Aussie interlocutor. Some things never change ...

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Even Statues Crumble if They’re Made to Wait - Part 2

She can't stop thinking about the fact she isn't even meant to be here. That she's still supposed to be at home on maternity leave instead of sitting in a church in Colorado wondering if she'd ever see her husband or her little girl again.

A Minimal Loss AU with a Young Hotchniss twist.

Part 2/4

Part 1

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Hi friends,

thanks for the love on part one!!

Since I have the self control of a toddler with access to a credit card in literally all aspects of my life, this fic is now 4 parts, not 3. Originally this was going to go back and forth between Emily and Aaron's perspective, but then I was at over 4k with just Emily's...so I decided to split them!

Part 3 and 4 will be up over the weekend <3

Let me know what you think!

-x-

Words: 4k

Warnings: Emily Prentiss whump, canon typical violence, descriptions of violence

Read over on A03, or below the cut

April 1995 

She blows out a slow breath as she looks at herself in the mirror, her hands slightly shaky as she smoothes out the material of her black dress, making sure there were no obvious creases. 

“Sweetheart, are you almost ready to go?” 

She looks at him in the mirror, their eyes meeting from where he is standing several paces behind her, and she shrugs, “I don’t know.” 

It was more honest than she felt she should be, but he’d never judged her for anything. He’d never done anything other than love her and she was too exhausted, emotionally and physically from the last couple of weeks, to even try and pretend she wanted to hide anything from him. He made everything calmer, softer. Just having him in the same room brought her a sense of peace she was once sure she’d never get to experience. Even today, on one of the hardest days of her life so far, he made her feel better. She did the same for him. She was his port in a storm just as much as he was hers. Their relationship had always had this kind of give and take, a relentless type of love for each other that she now isn’t sure she could ever live without. 

“Mom is going to be…” she blows out a shaky breath and it catches in her throat, aching as it escapes as a humourless laugh, “She’s going to be difficult today,” she turns and looks at him, her arms crossed over her chest, “When she grieves she lashes out. When my grandfather died she was awful,” she presses her lips together in an attempt to stop them from trembling, “She told me I was a disappointment when I snuck a couple of drinks at the funeral,” she wipes a tear from her cheek, “Told me I was a disappointment to Granddad too,” she shakes her head as a sob break breaks free, loud and painful as she covers her face with her hands, “How ridiculous is that? I’m burying my dad today and I’m thinking about what my mom is going to say.” 

The way her face crumples, her strong hold on her emotions giving way in front of him, makes him move, finally stepping towards her from where he had been rooted to the spot. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her close as she collapses against him. She grasps the back of his jacket, grabbing fistfuls of it in a way he knows will crease it but he doesn’t care. He cups the back of her head, his blunt nails scratching lightly at her scalp as he shushes her, his lips against her forehead. 

“I’m right here, Em,” he assures her, running his hand up and down her back, “And I’ll be right with you the whole time,” he says, pulling back to look at her. He wipes a tear from her cheek, his touch so gentle it makes her ache, “You don’t have to do things like this alone anymore,” he smiles at her, the half smile she loves so much, “It’s one of the upsides of having a husband who’s entirely obsessed with you.” 

She chokes out a laugh and nods, the brief moment of joy, of happiness, all too fleeting as she rests her forehead on his shoulder. “Thank you.” 

“For what, sweetheart?” He asks, his hand still running up and down her back. She pulls back to look at him again and smiles sadly, leaning in to stamp her lips quickly against him.

“For loving me enough to make me laugh on a day like today.” 

He kisses her cheek, “Always.”

It’s as hard as she thought it would be. She feels like she’s on display, her grief a grim sideshow that everyone wants to see a moment of. She sits between her mother and Aaron in the pew, her eyes fixed on her father’s casket, tears she couldn’t stop burning paths down her cheeks, sticky and warm as they slip down her neck. 

The day mostly passes in a blur as people she recognises but doesn’t remember the names of pass on their condolences, stories about her father echoing around them all, their versions of him so different to her own. She just about bites her tongue when Elizabeth introduces her and Aaron to an old friend, someone Emily hadn’t seen since she was young, and manages to mention that they’d eloped a year and a half ago. A sad smile fixed on her face as she lamented it meant her husband had never got the chance to give away his only daughter. 

Emily had stepped away after that, her smile as tight as Aaron’s grip on her as she excused herself to give herself a minute, guilt she knew she shouldn’t feel lingering in her gut. She didn’t regret her choices at all. She loved Aaron, she loved the simplicity of their wedding - something they never would have got if Elizabeth had even been remotely involved. She’d always been closer to her dad than she had been her mother, but the relationship was still strained, still never what she’d wanted. When she told her parents that she’d eloped with Aaron, a man they’d only known as one of their security details until he was suddenly their son-in-law, they’d reacted poorly. She knew it was a shock, that they needed some room to come to terms with it, but some of the things that had been said still hurt almost 18 months later.

If she wasn’t as in love with Aaron as she was, if their relationship was already fraying at the seams like everyone told her it would be, she knows she’d have stuck it out to the bitter end just to prove her parents wrong. Now her dad would never get to see her have the life she wanted, he’d never get to watch as she had children of her own one day and made vastly different decisions to the ones he and Elizabeth had. And, in her worst moments, Emily thinks that was what hurt the most - that she’d never be able to prove to him that she was more than what he’d always thought she was. 

“How are you doing?” 

She turns to look at her husband, her lips pressed together as she looks around her parents’ home, “I always hated this place.” 

“I know you did,” he replies, wrapping his arm around her, hooking it over her shoulders so she can sink into his side.

“It was never home,” she says, sipping her wine, looking around the sea of faces in the room, people she knew her father hated mourning his death as if they’d been friends, “I never really had one,” she tilts her head to look up at him, “Until you.” 

He pulls her closer to kiss the side of her head and he squeezes her arm, desperate to press as much love onto her skin as he can, wanting to make sure she remembered how loved she was by him. 

“I never had a home until you either.” 

___

Things go wrong almost immediately. 

It takes everything in her not to react when the social worker is killed in front of them. It makes her tense in a way she hadn’t expected. It’s not the worst thing she’s ever seen, not by a long shot, but she’d spent the last 10 weeks wrapped up in a baby bubble. Every single thing she had thought or done in that time had been about Alice and getting used to being a mother to her, every second dedicated to getting to know her daughter. 

It’s a sharp return to the violence of her job, of the world she had voluntarily entered years ago, that she wasn’t prepared for. All of her husband’s assurances that this would be a simple case gone in the half-second it takes Cyrus to shoot the woman who Emily had only met a couple of hours previously.  She watches Cyrus carefully, dusting off her profiling skills as he skulks around, ordering his followers what to do with an ease that lets her know he’s aware of his power over the people here. The thought of it bothers her, makes her skin itch, because she knows how these things often end up. That Cyrus is not the kind of man to give up that power now things were slowly slipping through his fingers.

She blows out a breath as she sits next to Spencer in one of the pews in the church, smiling tightly at him as he looks at her. She tries to hide a wince as she sits, the movement making her breasts ache. She should have been back at the hotel by now, should have either fed Alice or pumped again. Her breasts were slowly filling up, a persistent ache building in her chest and she curses herself for not bringing the pump with her at least so she could relieve some of the discomfort she knows is only going to get worse during the time they were here. 

She knows she hasn’t covered the pain well when Spencer’s brows knit together in concern, “Emily-”

“I’m okay,” she says, cutting him off and looking around to make sure no one is listening in on their conversation, “Just uncomfortable. That’s all.”

He stares at her for a moment before clearing his throat, clearly a little embarrassed about what he was about to say, “Cabbage leaves or ice packs help with breast engorgement.” 

She chuckles despite the situation they found themselves in, the danger lingering in the air, making it almost as thick and cloying as the Colorado heat, “I’m not going to ask how you know that,” she replies dryly, “And I don’t exactly see any cabbage leaves or ice packs around here, do you?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at him, “I’ll be fine.” 

He nods, “Hotch will probably already be outside figuring out how to get you out of here.” 

Her smile slips a little because she knows it’s true. She knows that the moment her husband found out what had happened here he’d be taking charge, that he’d have immediately headed to the command post with their daughter in his arms. She gets it. She’d do the same thing, not able to sit in a hotel room doing nothing whilst her husband was in danger, but she doesn’t want Alice near any of this. The thought of it makes her breath catch in her throat, the mental image of Aaron standing outside with their tiny daughter in his arms enough to make her falter. 

“Yeah,” she chokes out, forcing a shaky smile as she looks back at him, “You’re right. The team will be on their way and everything. We’ll be home soon.” 

Her attention is dragged to the front, Cyrus’s righteous announcement everyone had drunk poison ringing out around them, hanging in the air along with the panic it creates until he admits it was just a test of loyalty. She looks back at Spencer, and sees the same concern in his eyes that she feels spark in her belly, a sense of dread she can’t shake off that makes her wish she’d never agreed to it in the first place. 

She smiles at Spencer, hoping it’s encouraging as she watches Cyrus and his men mobilise, the suspicious looks they throw towards them setting fire to the spark of concern low in her gut. She feels it spread throughout her body, burning her from the inside out, the feeling that this wasn’t anywhere near over yet overwhelming her.

“Let’s hope the team figure it out sooner rather than later,” she says, not sure if she’s trying to reassure Spencer or herself. 

___

She avoids eye contact with Spencer as they get led down a hallway, an unfamiliar hand buried deep in her hair as she gets dragged along. Her eyes flick to Spencer, and she sees the fear he doesn’t cover quite well enough, something she knows Cyrus will latch on to as well.

“Which one of you is the FBI Agent?” Cyrus spits, his fury thrumming in the small space they are in. The air thick with it, making it hard to suck in a breath. 

“What are you talking about?” Emily asks, feigning innocence as she flashes Spencer a look, quietly pleading for him to stay silent, “Why do you think one of us is an FBI Agent?” 

Cyrus’s grip on his gun tightens along with his jaw, “It was all over the news. I know it’s one of you. God will forgive me for what I must do.” He clicks the safety off of his gun and points it at Spencer’s head. 

Emily looks at Spencer, sees the calculation he’s making. Selfless, stupid bravery she knows he’s picked up from a little too much time with Derek. She knows she has to beat him to it, the words slipping past her lips before she can fully think it through.

“It’s me.” 

For a moment, everything is silent. One brief second of peace stretched out between them as what she has admitted settles around them. 

Then he grabs her. Pulls her up by the hair with such force she yells out, unable to stop the reaction she likes to think she’d usually be able to control. He throws her against a wall, a mirror smashing against her that she hears more than feels, the slice of the glass that cuts her arm a delayed sensation, something she can’t quite match up with what’s happening to her. 

She isn’t sure if she trips or if he pushes her to the ground, but before she can figure it out he’s kicking and punching her. His steel-capped boots connecting with wherever he can hit her, forcing oxygen out of her lungs as her ribs crack, leaving her gasping and breathless, as she grunts in pain. When he kicks her in the stomach she places her hands over it to protect it, a deeply ingrained instinct to keep her baby safe as if her body and brain hadn’t entirely caught up with the fact she hadn’t been pregnant in over two months. She feels two of her fingers break with the force of it, her wedding rings pushed into her skin in a way that for the first time ever brings pain instead of comfort. 

She looks over at the boxes of food and supplies the FBI had sent in, and she knows there will be listening devices in there - that her friends will be hearing all of this. She knows them well enough to know their instinct would be to storm the place, to force their way in and save her and as many people as they could, but that couldn’t happen. They couldn’t let Cyrus have the final showdown he was looking for and turn him into a hero in some twisted folklore. 

She prays to a god she isn’t entirely sure she believes in that her husband isn’t the one listening in, that he’d be spared this, as she sucks in a breath to seal her fate. 

“I can take it.” 

Her words have the effect she knew they’d have on Cyrus. They rile him up, make him angrier as he continues his assault on her, and she can only hope the others will have understood the message. 

“I can take it,” she repeats, her words morphing into a groan as the pain takes over, everything else fading into the background other than Cyrus’s callous instruction. 

“Tie her up,” he insists, “Take her upstairs.” 

She’s aware that she’s fading in and out of consciousness. Everything hurt. Her head. Her ribs. Her stomach. Every part of her body seemingly battered and bruised as she lay on the bed she’d been dumped on, barely able to move, 

“You shouldn’t have lied about who you were.”

She just about lifts her head as Kathy, Jessica’s mother, walks into the room. She’s got a washcloth in her hand, something soft and gentle about her as she sits on the edge of the bed and dabs at the blood Emily can feel drying on her face. 

“He said this would happen,” Kathy carries on, barely making eye contact, “It was the prophecy.” 

Emily holds back a scoff, not wanting to upset the fragile woman who was helping her, the trust between them as delicate as she was, “A self-fulfilling prophecy.” 

Kathy ignores her as she continues to clean some of the blood from her face, “He’s a dangerous man to lie to.”

Emily breathes out slowly, suppressing a groan when it hurts. She watches Kathy for a moment, before she carefully brings up what she’d noticed earlier.

“It would take a very brave woman to lie to him knowing what it would cost,” she says and Kathy freezes, pulling back from her entirely, “It would have to be because of something very important.” Kathy stands up, her hands tight around the washcloth as she turns her back to Emily, and she panics, not wanting to lose her chance to get some information that could help save her life, “I have a daughter too,” Emily says, the mention of Alice makes her voice shake, a vulnerability she’d once only had when it came to Aaron. She knew she’d adjust eventually, that she would get used to spending time away from her, but she couldn’t get past the fact that she shouldn’t even be here, “I’d do anything to protect her.” 

Kathy freezes and turns back to look at her, not getting any closer, “How old is she?” 

She presses her lips together, “10 weeks.”

Kathy frowns as she looks at Emily, “They’re so innocent when they are that small,” she smiles wistfully, as if wishing for the days when her life was different, “Life changes that.” She stares at Emily for a moment before she walks over quickly, moving fast so she can’t change her mind. She undoes the binds on Emily’s hands, “Listen to what he says,” she warns her as she steps back, already heading towards the door, “Then you might see your little girl again.” 

Emily opens her mouth to respond, to call out after her, but the door is already closed behind her. She lays there for a second before she sits up. She hisses, the pain briefly unbearable as her ribs scream at her. She pauses and takes a few deep breaths before she tries again, this time making it to her feet. She walks, slowly, to the tiny excuse for a bathroom attached to the room she is locked in. 

She stares at herself in the small, dirty mirror above the sink. She takes the time to check all of her injuries. The bruised skin that encircled her eye and spread down her cheek looked worse than she thought it would. She presses her fingers to her cheekbone, gently feeling to see if it is broken, and lets her arm drop to her side when it gets too much to keep holding it up. The cut on her arm had stopped bleeding, but it needed cleaning. She looks down at her swollen fingers, sees how her rings are too tight, a touch too familiar to when they swelled when she was pregnant for her liking. She regulates her breathing as she grabs the rings, breathing in and out twice, before she pulls them off, her teeth clenched tightly as she holds back the cry of pain as much as she can. She looks at the rings for a moment before she leans down and drops them into her boot, wanting to make sure they are safe and couldn’t possibly fall out of her pocket.

She groans as she undoes her shirt. It’s not her bruises that shock her, not the grim pattern of black and blue splattered across the pale skin her husband had always gently teased her for, but the bright red skin of her breasts. The ache in them was still there, just diminished compared to her other injuries now. She gently rests her hand against one of them and she thinks of Alice, desperately trying to remember how much she’d pumped before she came here, hoping it was enough and finding herself grateful for the first time for her oversupply.

“Fuck,” she mutters, leaning on the sink for a moment as she weighs up her options. She touches her engorged skin and immediately winces, the pain intense for a moment, a sharp stab that steals her breath away. She knew she had to relieve it somehow, had to do something to make sure that she wasn’t also walking away from this with an infection. She unclasps the maternity cups on the bra and prepares to manually express, something she hadn’t had to do once in the last 10 weeks. 

She does what the nurse had shown her when Alice was born, her teeth pressed together as she holds back a whimper at the pain, her eyes squeezed shut as she forces back the tears that had gathered in them. It feels like a relief when it starts to work, a literal weight lifted from her chest as it finally gets a little bit easier to breathe. 

She does her bra and shirt back up as soon as she can, not wanting to be exposed if someone comes barging in and she walks back to the bed, slowly lowering herself onto it. She sighs and closes her eyes, desperately pretending she was back home with her family - the hope that she would definitely get to see them again feeling more and more misplaced with every passing second.

___

It’s chaos when the raid starts. 

She’s unsteady on her feet, desperately looking for Spencer before she heads outside herself, not wanting to lose him after everything they’d been through the last couple of days. She almost walks straight into Derek and Dave, held steady by their hands on her shoulders as she briefly sways in place. 

“Prentiss,” Derek says, his sigh of relief paired with the look of horror on his face at her appearance, “I’m so glad to see you.” 

“You go outside, Bella. We’ve got it from here,” Dave insists, the same look on his face that Derek had and she wonders if she somehow looked worse than she did the last time she looked in a mirror. 

She shakes her head fiercely, “We’ve got to get Reid.” 

Dave and Derek exchange a look in front of her, one that makes anger they don’t deserve roll in her gut because she doesn’t want or need their pity. 

“Hotch is waiting outside for you,” Derek says, purposely hitting her Achille’s heel, a move they all know is dirty but don’t acknowledge, “We’ll get Reid. You go see your husband before he yells at someone else who could end his career.”

She nods, filing away that comment for later, her sudden need to see Aaron, to hug him, overwhelming. “Alice isn’t… she isn’t out there is she?” 

Dave shakes his head and squeezes her shoulder, “She’s back at the hotel with JJ. She’s safe.”

She chokes on a sob, her ribs aching with it as it catches on every one as it escapes her chest, “She’s okay?” 

Derek smiles softly at her, “She’s okay. The sooner you get outside the sooner you can see her. We’ve got Reid, okay?” 

She nods again and for once she doesn’t want to argue, can’t find it in herself to be contrary, she just wants out of the place she’d spent the last couple of days thinking could be her grave. She walks away without saying anything else, using the wall to guide her out, not sure she trusts her feet, her entire body weaker than she thought it ever had been. 

She steps outside, the air rancid with gunfire and overwhelming noise but it was fresher than it had been in the compound so she tries to fill her lungs but chokes on it, coughing as she comes to a brief stop. 

She looks up and sees Aaron in the distance, and the relief is palpable, almost enough to knock her off her feet as she slowly walks towards him. 

The church explodes behind her before she can call his name. 

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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.

Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾‍♀️)  Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)

w.c: 5.8k💠 Released: April 15, 2024

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NOTE🧚🏾‍♀️: This chapter gets kind of intense y'all so...you have been warned. (I'm trynna get in my angst bag a little, ok? I'm tryin' somethin new)

C.W:  TRIGGER WARNING! Angst (nothing really dark though), illegal drugs mentioned, mentions of date rape/sexual assault, reader has a seizure, "Rape Kit" (Sexual Assault Forensic Exam) Mentioned, Best Friend Keisuke Baji is supportive!!!

9; Pain 疼痛

Later That Night

You're in a familiar setting, sitting comfortably in the back of Shuji's car with soft music in the back, one arm wrapped around you while the other holds his cigarette. He went and took you to another scenic area near a public park, but there's no one else around, just the two of you here.

"The sky looks so pretty." You murmur blissfully, staring out of the window. Shuji lets out an airy, short chuckle, taking a quick drag. "You say that every time we're like this."

You raise a brow for a second, surprised that he had made such an observation. "I probably do. I really like the night sky." You hum with a little shrug. "Why?" He mumbles softly.

"Why? Mmm, I guess I just really love space. I love the stars, the moon; it reminds me of how vast the world is. There's so much more up there. If I could, I'd definitely go to space to see what it's like." You ramble in a dreamy tone, eyes glued to the radiant stars and half moon up in the sky.

"That seems like fun. I'd wanna see Jupiter." He says.

"Because of the storms, right?! I know!" You beam, getting randomly excited.

"But you know what's crazy? There's still so much about earth we don't even know. Like we barely know anything about the ocean." He says with a curious tone.

"Oh my gosh, facts. The abyss fish are kinda scary too!" You nod.

"Abyss fish?" He chuckles with a raised brow.

"Yeah, that's what I call 'em. Who really takes the time to figure out all their real names?" You giggle.

"Oh, I thought you meant like a specific fish called the abyss fish." He laughs.

The two of you laugh together for a little while before falling into another moment of tranquil silence.

"You know, I'm actually glad I left that event with you." You sigh, breaking the silence.

"Really?" He asks in a knowing tone.

"Mhm." You nod. "Even though you stress me out, I...really do like being around you." You admit, tone soft and just a little bit shy. The corner of Shuji's lips tilt upwards at your words.

"Well look at you finally being honest." He chuckles, leaning over for a kiss that makes your heart flutter in your chest. His tongue skillfully works its way past your lips, his free hand pulling you closer. You both pull away just a little after a moment, two small smiles on each of your faces.

"Could I...be more honest then?" You ask hesitantly, your heart beating wildly in your chest.

"Definitely be more honest, angel." He nods with a lustful glint in his eyes. You pull your dress up as far as it could go, then carefully sit yourself down onto his lap, straddling him. Shuji's hand rests low on your hip, the other putting out his cigarette against the little ash tray to the right of him.

"I want you; and I don't wanna wait till we get to your place." You confess softly, looking him right in the eyes.

"I'm all yours, pretty girl." He answers, his hand reaching towards the spaghetti straps tied into a bow at the back of your neck. His words give you all kinds of butterflies throughout your stomach. If only he really was yours, then the looming weight of knowing this thing between you two would eventually end would be long gone.

Your lips meet his as he pulls the string of your halter, letting down the entire top half of your dress. A soft moan slips past your lips, vibrating against his as your own hands get to work, impatiently reaching for the buttons of his top.

The Next Day

You had received a surprising text from your mom early this afternoon, wanting to talk to you face to face for once after her 3pm meeting. You already knew deep down what this was about. It was time for her "review" of how you did during the event last night. Honestly you've been shitting bricks in the past few hours before you'd have to go and meet her, praying to God she didn't find out you snuck off with Shuji.

But unfortunately, that was exactly what she wanted to talk about...

"There was a toast held at the end of the event, but I didn't see you with Ken. Now that I think about it, I barely saw you with Ken at all last night. Then at one point you were just nowhere to be found altogether."

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. She knows...

"Remember, I had sent a text saying I got a migraine?" You ask shakily, cursing at yourself for the way you looked so nervous...so obvious. Her expression stays stony, she didn't believe you for a second.

"Is that why you were running like crazy out of the back of the mansion, and with some boy on top of that?" She questions knowingly, folding her hands over her dark wood desk.

You could feel the color leave your face as her words ring and echo throughout your mind. "Ma, he's just a friend." You assure. How did she even see you guys leave together?!

"I bet he is, Y/N." The way she says your name makes you flinch. There was not an ounce of affection in her tone. "Have you been sleeping with him?" She interrogates, her eyes on fire with anger.

Every question she asks she obviously already knows the answer to, so what's the point in even trying to lie? If you say no you'll just piss her off even more. At this point your bags might as well already be packed and waiting outside of your dorm with the suite key resting right on top.

"I-I'm sorry..." You murmur, your eyes already starting to blur with tears. Your face feels so hot, and your heart is pounding against your chest. Your mom let's out a dry chuckle, shaking her head as she looks down at her hands.

"I can't even look at you right now. Have you lost your mind?!" She seethes, still shaking her head in disappointment. Your heart clenches in your chest at her harsh words. You wanted to argue, maybe yell and tell her off, but you couldn't. The embarrassment of being caught, and by your mother of all people, is eating you alive.

"Help me understand something, are you here to dance or are you here to just fool around and sleep with whoever you feel like?" She asks bitterly, finally looking up at you. Now that one cut deep. Your brows couldn't help but furrow slightly in offense. What's she trying to say, you're not putting in any work and just running around campus whoring it up?!

"I'm here to dance." You respond, your voice shaking with too many high intensity emotions swirling around at a time. "That's not what it seemed like last night-

"Ma, you aren't even ever around me to see how much work I do." You cut in, trying to keep your tone as respectful as possible, "I-..I don't wanna be with Ken." You finally admit. A single rapid tear falls down your cheek as you look up at your mom with pleading eyes. "I don't care about him! I can still do great in school without having to be with him-

"We've already been through why the two of you need to stay together!" She yells over you. You jump at her tone, eyes going wide. She's never yelled at you like this before, not ever.

"You are supposed to be perfect, do you hear me?! I told you what would happen if I caught you fooling around-

"Ma!"

"No, you're done, Y/N! You're not gonna waste my time and money messing around all through college-

"But I'm not! I haven't even failed a single class!" You throw your hands up exasperatedly.

"But you missed one! And I'm pretty sure it wasn't because of a "migraine"." She chides. How did she even know that...?

"I-..missing one class and failing a class isn't the same thing! You literally said last night I'm one of the top dancers at this school! Ma, you really thought in the whole four years of me being here that I wouldn't eventually meet someone I actually like over Ken?! I can't help how I feel about someone!" You rant through frustrated tears, not even registering the fact that you went and verbally acknowledged that you have genuine feelings for Shuji. "I just don't understand why I have to be with Ken specifically in order to be perfect or successful! I can do this without him! He's the one falling apart! Why isn't he here?!"

"Ken isn't the one causing problems! Ken was exactly where he was supposed to be last night, and Ken doesn't complain about why he needs to be with you!" She argues.

You let out a puff of frustrated air, wiping your tears with the backs of your hands. What the hell does it matter if I wasn't at the last few moments of the donor event?! You're pretty sure Mr. Fujioka is not having a heart attack and freaking out over the fact that one person happened to not be there for the toast. Ken is so lucky you aren't the throw folks under the bus type, because if you wanted to you could air him out right to both of your parents. You're over here taking the full heat when he's not even in the clear himself. He should be standing here right next to you.

"I'm telling you Y/N, if I catch you with that boy or any other boy that isn't Ken again, you're packing your bags, do you understand?" She threatens, her tone low and as serious as it gets. You look to the side angrily, opting for a simple head nod and short "Yes" before making your way out of her office.

You'd wandered off around campus, finding a secluded spot in the dance department staircase near the girls locker room way in the back hallway, crying to yourself pitifully with your head resting on your knees. You put your phone on 'do not disturb', not wanting to be bothered by anyone's text or calls or social media notifications.

Almost a bit over thirty minutes had gone by with you sitting there sulking on the steps, until the sensation of someone patting your right shoulder startled you. You jump, letting out a mix between a yelp and a deep gasp as you look up.

A familiar face is sitting on the stairs next to you, but there's no name you could begin to even think of to attach to it. You look him over with a scrutinizing gaze, eyes trailing down from his medium length hair, black framed glasses, and those dirty converse sneakers.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You seemed down so I figured I'd come and comfort you." The guy shrugs with a small smile. Your heart instantly sinks to your feet. This was that same exact guy from the water fountain a hot minute ago! The uneasy feeling you'd felt from back then was back with full force, sitting on your shoulders like weights.

"Uhhh, thanks. I-I was kinda hoping I could actually be left alone for a while though..." You answer cautiously yet too emotionally exhausted to really shield the annoyance in your tone. "Oh, I understand. But, I also wanted to tell you that you had left your water bottle in the hallway the last time I saw you; so I thought I'd hand it back to you." He chuckles awkwardly, revealing your bright pink water bottle from behind him.

Wait, what?

The cogs immediately start turning in your head. You were a thousand percent sure you didn't leave your water bottle, and in the hallway of all places?! You have a few other water bottles in different colors, so sometimes it can be a little hard to keep up with which one you have at a time...but never have you ever left an item just sitting in a hallway.

"Oh, thank you. I...guess I didn't even realize I'd lost it." You answer apprehensively with an awkward chuckle, slowly taking the bottle from him as you wipe some of the left over tears off your cheeks.

"No problem! I filled it up with water and everything; good as new." He beams, gesturing towards the bottle. It was indeed filled all the way to the brim, ice cold, just as you like it...

"I see." You say softly, lifting the rubber straw and taking a few big sips just to cool off from the argument you had earlier. "Uuum, to be honest I feel bad 'cause I can't really remember what your name was." You give him an apologetic smile.

"Fumihiro Miyagawa. My name's kind of easy to forget, huh?" He jokes awkwardly.

"No no, I just-..I can just be forgetful sometimes; I'm sorry." You stammer, trying not to offend him any further.

"It's alright, I understand." He shrugs, adjusting his glasses. Then the two of you fall into a deep silence, making your skin crawl.

"Uhh, well do you have any classes today?" You ask, feeling more uncomfortable by the silence than when he speaks.

"No, I'm free all day today. That's why I was able to come find you." He replies pleasantly. The words "come find you"  didn't sit well for some reason. You weren't in a very conspicuous spot, as this staircase just leads up to an equipment room near the girls locker room. How'd he even think to come search over here?

Then there's the night you ran into this guy in the first place. He was by the girls locker room that time too. It's not like it would make sense, as the mens' locker room is on the whole opposite side of the hallway, down by the entrance of the dance department building. It was separated for the purpose of keeping everyone safe.

Safe....yeah that's the word. You don't feel safe around him.

"Oh ok." You nod slowly, "Are you also a dance major?"

"Me?! No no, I'm the epitome of ungraceful; nothing like you." He chuckles, giving you a sharp chill that went down your spine. You chuckle a little in response, though it came out slightly forced and extremely stiff. That last part didn't really sit right, nor was it flattering.

Nothing like me...

What does he mean nothing like you?

Wait wait, let's not jump to conclusions...

"Well, I should probably get going." You state before standing up and taking another few sips from your water bottle, "Thanks again for bringing back my bottle, uh, Miyagawa." You smile politely with a short wave goodbye, not even bothering to wait for his response as you make your way out of the now creepy staircase.

You head out of the dance department building and decide to just take a little mind-calming walk around campus before heading back to your dorm suite. It was ironically a very sunny, clear skied day, the complete opposite of how you were feeling.

"Maybe I could see what Kei's doing..." You whisper to yourself. It's been a good while since the last time you got to talk to Keisuke, and it wasn't for the best of reasons. It would be good to have some time with a trusted friend. You whip out your phone, sending him a quick "Imu🥺 let's hang" text.

Best Friend #1👩🏾‍🤝‍👨🏻 I was literally just thinkin bout u kid!!! I'm hangin by the lil fountain statue thingy near the gym wit some friends Come thru

Y/N Yaaaay🥹 I'm omw 🏃🏾‍♀️

You smile to yourself, placing your phone back in your pocket as you head over to the fountain by the gym. It's about eight minutes away from the dance department where you'd just come from, so it's not really a hike.

You take another sip of water from your bottle, rubbing your left eye with your other hand. "What the-..." You trail off, brows furrowing in heavy confusion.

What the hell was up with your vision? You slow your walking to a stop in the middle of the pavement, trying to rub your eyes without making them hurt from the pressure. After a bit of rubbing you just shake it off, assuming maybe it was just an oncoming headache or something and continue on to meet up with Keisuke.

It was the three of them hanging by the fountain, Keisuke, Hanma, and Kazutora. Keisuke was the second to spot you stumbling around a few feet away. Hanma had moved so fast Kei didn't even realize what the hell was his problem until he noticed you, and Kazutora was completely lost as he's the only one who doesn't know you.

"Hey. What the hell is goin' on with you?!" Shuji asks, more to himself than to you as you nearly collapse to the ground. Had he come even seconds later you would have fallen over right on the ground.

"Heeeey?" You mutter, brows furrowing, looking at him like you were trying to recognize who he was. Keisuke trails behind, finally coming up to you with his eyes filled with concern.

"What happened? Are you alright?!" He questions.

"I-I feel-...I feel like-..." You stutter, seemingly forgetting your sentence after the first two to three words every time you attempt to answer.

"Hey, is she ok? Did she faint?" Kazutora comes in last, looking you over.

There was a trail of your things leading to where you'd nearly collapsed, your phone a few feet away, and your water bottle sitting in the grass right next to the pavement.

"Hot. 'S hot..." You groan. It really was hot, like, excruciatingly hot. Then abruptly, you frown, weakly pushing yourself out of Shuji's arms. "Go 'way..." You mutter, barely able to keep yourself upright. "Whooooooaaaaa!" You outburst loudly, looking all around you with wide eyes. Everything looked particularly vibrant, but it was somehow kind of slowly spinning...or twisting? Maybe both. It was making you feel nauseous. Keisuke, Shuji, and Kazutora all exchange the same looks of realization.

"Should I call an ambulance?! Maybe we should get her to the hospital or something." Keisuke says worriedly. With a slurred "K bye" you attempt to walk off down the sidewalk, immediately toppling over.

"Hey hey hey! Hold on!" Shuji grabs you once again, this time picking you up in his arms to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

"Oooo! You-...you're so strong." You slur with a girly giggle, placing your hands over your cheeks with a wide smile.

"She's out of it." He shakes his head, looking at you with a frown.

"Let's take her to the hospital." Kazutora says, going and grabbing your phone and water bottle. Keisuke grabs his keys instantly, Shuji and Kazutora following close behind him as they head to the parking lot. "I feel sooooo nice." You hum blissfully, laying your head lazily against Shuji's chest.

"Shhh, don't talk." Shuji commands softly. The deep tone of his voice makes a sudden sensual chill go down your spine. "Mmmm, you're beautiful." You compliment, looking up at him with heavily lustful eyes. "I wanna have sex." You add flirtatiously with another giggle. Both Keisuke and Kazutora's mouths drop in astonishment, looking at you like you grew two more heads..

"What did you take?!" Shuji questions, looking down at you utterly bewildered. You stay quiet for a moment, then randomly...you black out, your entire body going limp in Shuji's arms.

You were out for a bit over two minutes before you jolt awake just as the guys made it to Keisuke's car. Soft, fearful whimpers escape your dry-feeling lips, looking around frantically as you didn't recognize where you were. "I-I'm scared! I'm scared!"

"I'm right here angel, I got you. We're gonna get you to the hospital, ok?" Shuji says softly, holding you close as he gets into the back. Kazutora stays up front with Keisuke.

"You think she might've gotten drugged?" Kazutora asks Kei in a hushed tone, looking over the water bottle you were carrying with a skeptical gaze. "Definitely. Nothing else makes sense." Keisuke answers instantly. He speeds out of the lot like a bat out of hell, using one hand on the steering wheel while the other searches up the fastest route to the nearest hospital on google maps.

You weren't conscious for too long, only a few short minutes of feeling nothing but pure anxiousness before you blacked out yet again.

"She keeps passing out." Shuji says worriedly, adjusting you to keep your head from falling back in a weird way. Then, practically giving him a heart attack, your body starts convulsing. His eyes go wide, nearly dropping you onto the seat of the car from the way your body's jerking so violently. "Y/N! Y/N!?" He calls out to you, but he honestly had zero clue what to do, too scared to do anything else in fear it might make things worse.

"Oh my god, she's havin' a seizure!" Kazutora gasps, looking back from the front passenger seat.

"Are you serious?! What the hell is going on?!" Keisuke facepalms.

"Hurry the fuck up, Baji!" Shuji shouts frantically.

"I'm going as fast as I can! We're gonna get pulled over if I go any faster!" 1 Hour Later

It was like a blur, everything that had happened. Just as Keisuke said, he was pulled over by the cops. He realized then it was stupid not to just call an ambulance, but thankfully, the police gave him an escort, letting him drive as fast as needed to get you to the hospital.

Once you all arrived they quickly took you back to the ER, leaving the three of them out in the waiting area to be questioned by the police. Kazutora, Shuji, and Keisuke alike all realized how bad of a look this probably was. Three guys with one girl who happens to be the only one drugged. Kazutora's questioning was the shortest, as he's just now meeting you therefore didn't have too much information on the matter. Next up was Keisuke.

"I'm her best friend. We go to the same school. The only reason I even found her like this was 'cause she had texted that she wanted to meet up and come hang with me." Keisuke explains calmly.

"So who are these guys?" The officer who's badge shows his name is Kimura asks.

"They're my friends. They were already with me when Y/N texted me. We were by our campus's water fountain outside."

"You ever want to be more than friends with her?" The officer questions bluntly.

"No, she's like family to me. She has a boyfriend already anyways." Kei shakes his head.

"And where's her boyfriend? That him?" Officer Kimura nods his head towards Shuji who happened to be carrying her inside the hospital.

"No no, her boyfriend's Ken Ryuguji. He also goes to our school, but he wasn't with her when she came to see me."

"Hm, alright. That's enough for now." Kimura nods.

Keisuke sighs exasperatedly, going back to his seat in the waiting room as the officer calls up Shuji next. With a tired huff, Shuji makes his way over to the officer standing by the hallway that the nurses had previously taken you down on a stretcher.

"I'm just gonna ask a few questions, alright?" Officer Kimura begins. "Are you close with the victim?"

Something about the officer calling you a victim made Shuji's heart sink to his feet. "...Kind of." He says wearily.

"I'll need something more specific than kind of. What's kind of?" Officer Kimura presses.

"We're close." He answers shortly.

"Friends?" The officer raises a brow.

"Yeah." Shuji sighs. He genuinely wasn't sure how to answer that question yet just went with friends as to keep things simple.

"Has there ever been a point you were more than friends? Ever dated before or thought about it?"

Shuji's jaw clenches in annoyance, already knowing where the officer was going with those questions.

"We're just friends." He clarifies again, his tone coming across a bit more sharp than he intended.

"Alright. Have you noticed anyone suspicious around her?" He asks, changing topics.

Shuji thinks for a second, but can't really think of any particular person. Usually when you're with him it's literally just the two of you, so there's never really a moment where other people are around.

"No." He answers, then pauses, brows furrowing in thought. "Wait..."

I'm at the water fountain fillin' up my bottle and all of a sudden this random ass, quiet ass guy just appeared.

It was just the weirdest thing ever, and the way he wasn't trynna let go of my hand...

"No wait. I-...she once told me about some guy that asked her on a date. She said she was really uncomfortable 'cause he wasn't letting go of her hand or something. But, that was weeks ago now." Shuji explains.

"Did she say anything else about him? His appearance? Where she met him?" Officer Kimura asks.

Shit...he couldn't remember all those tiny details. But for you, he'd do anything to remember every last bit.

"I think she said a water fountain was where he came up to her. She was about to go to dance practice, so she was in the dance department."

"Alright, that's good enough for now. Your friend brought the water bottle she had with her to the hospital. We have the nurses taking a sample and testing for any drugs in the water bottle, but it can be assumed that it was highly likely a date rape drug. We can't really investigate any further without the victim's consent though." Kimura informs.

Date rape drug....

Those three words from the officer's mouth rings loudly like alarm bells in Shuji's mind. "Wait, what?"

"Date rape drugs are popular as they have no scent or color, and most can easily dissolve into drinks going almost completely undetected." He adds. Shuji's heart sinks to his chest. All he can manage is a short head nod in response, feeling too sick to his stomach to give any sort of verbal reply.

"Depending on what kind of drug is in her system, it may take a while before any of you can see her. I'd stock up on snacks to hold you guys off if you're gonna stay till she wakes up." Officer Kimura suggests, giving Shuji an apologetic look and pat on the shoulder before heading over to his colleagues standing near the front desk of the hospital.

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It was so bright when your eyes finally fluttered open. Off white colored walls, and two women you couldn't recognize for the life of you. Once the brightness settled down a bit you could finally take in what was going on, and where you were.

"Y/N? Hi, you've been unconscious for some time. My name is Dr. Chen." A short haired brunette woman states with a soft smile, leaning over you. She's a nurse, you finally conclude, and the second woman was as well. The second nurse seems to be checking out your vitals on the annoying beeping machine. The beeps came around in fairly long spaced intervals, worrying you a little.

"W-what happened?" You ask wearily. Oof, you felt so nauseous.

"Unfortunately, we found a substantial amount of GHB in your system." She explains with an apologetic tone.

"What?!" Your heart sinks in your chest. You had zero clue what GHB meant, but clearly it didn't sound good. "What is that?"

"Gamma hydroxybutyrate, it's an illegal drug. It was mixed into your water bottle you were carrying with you today." Dr. Chen clarifies.

Your brows furrow in deep confusion, then a sudden heavy feeling of anxiousness washes over you as you realize you don't know what she's talking about.

"W-what water bottle? I don't-...I've never taken drugs. I don't have anything illegal-

"Don't worry, you're not in any trouble with the police. We can begin a more thorough investigation with your con-

"Investigation?! W-What's going on?!" You ramble fearfully, your monitor to the right of you showing your heart rate starting to spike. Immediately your chest rises and falls rapidly, starting to hyperventilate as your memories seem damn near void. You couldn't remember anything from today, not even the shortest glimpse.

"Please, try to stay calm. It's normal not to remember anything, as that's one of the major effects of this drug. We're going to take this one step at a time." Dr. Chen assures in a calming tone.

Your vision blurs as involuntary hot tears start streaming down your face.

"Are you feeling any pain anywhere? Any pain around your lower body?"

It didn't go unnoticed by you the way she specifically inquired about your lower body being in pain. "N-no. I don't think I really feel anything right now." You answer shakily, attempting to stay calm but the fact that you were on some kind of drug and could barely feel your body just made everything ten times worse.

"Do your muscles feel tired? Relaxed? It's normal if your feeling fatigued."

Your brows furrow again, unable to keep up with her words even though it wasn't even much that she said. All of this was just too overwhelming.

"You're alright. Take as much time as you need to respond." She soothes. "For now there's no pain, yes?"

"Mhm." You nod as a few tears roll down your cheeks.

"Ok good. You have three friends here that have been waiting for you to wake up. Do you feel ready to see them?" Dr. Chen asks.

"Friends?"

"Yes, they're the ones that brought you here. Would you feel comfortable with seeing maybe just one at a time?" She suggests.

You nod hesitantly, not sure at all who these three friends are.

"Ok." She nods, then heads out of the room with the other nurse trailing behind her with a clipboard. A few minutes go by of silence, before finally someone walks in.

"Hey kid. You alright?"

You gasp, the tears you had went and wiped away restarting all over again. "Kei!" You sob, breaking down as he comes over and gives you an affectionate hug. It hurt you that you could barely manage to just raise your arms a little to wrap around him, still too drugged up to function.

"I'm scared..." You murmur weakly into his royal blue shirt.

"I know, me too, but you're gonna be alright." He comforts, resting his head on top of yours.

"I don't remember anything. I don't know what happened to me."

"You were drugged by someone. They put something in your water bottle you had with you; things got pretty bad for a second." He explains a bit vaguely, pulling away from the hug to go and sit on your little hospital bed. Keisuke didn't really want to go into too much detail about what happened to you just in case it might scare you even more. 

"All I know is, you were literally on your way to come meet up with me by the fountain near the gym on campus and like...you just collapsed. Or well Hanma caught you but, had he not seen it, you would've went straight down." He adds softly.

"Ha-hanma?"

"Yeah, he's here too. I didn't know you knew him." Kei states with his brows furrowed. "He was really freakin' out about you, I was...shocked. I've never seen him like that."

"Is Ken here too?" You ask wearily. If Ken's here and sees Shuji it'll definitely be a problem, and you absolutely did not have the energy to deal with that situation.

"Uh no actually, it's just me, Hanma, and my friend Kazutora. You don't know him yet though."

"Thank God..." You sigh, a wave of relief washing over you at that. "How long have I been here? What day is it?"

"It hasn't been that long, like a few hours now. It's still Tuesday." He assures.

"Oh, Tuesday..." You nod slowly. It bothered you that you couldn't even remember at least what day it is. Would any memories of today even come back once the drug has fully left your system? You doubted it.

"Do you wanna see Hanma now? I can go get 'em?" Kei offers. "Cause...he really wants to see you." He adds, sounding shocked by his own words. 

Before you could give a response, Dr. Chen walks back in, coming over to you on the other side of the hospital bed by the vitals monitor.

"I'm sorry, but could you give us one second? You can come back in or have another friend come in after, but I have a few personal questions for Y/N." Dr. Chen says politely.

"Yeah, yeah for sure. I'll be back, alright?" Kei says softly, giving you a friendly pat on your arm before heading out of the room. You frown watching him leave, heartbeat pounding just a bit harder as the anxiousness you were previously feeling starts to settle back in.

"GHB is a very common drug known as a date rape drug. We believe you may have been sexually assaulted."

Your blood runs cold all through your system, eyes going wide in terror. You we too frozen to even speak, it was like your mind was refusing to process and accept that. The fact that you couldn't even remember anything made it worse. You couldn't tell if this really happened or not, and if no memories come back, you really may never know.

"I'm truly very sorry about this." She states somberly with a heavy sigh. "So, Y/N, there's a few steps we could take depending on what you wanna do. The first option is a forensic exam where we can test for any STI's, pregnancy, sexual assault evidence, injuries, and things like that that can help you. For example, the water bottle your friend brought to the police is how we found where the drug came from. That's a great piece of evidence. We can also, with your consent, collect clothing items, as well as do some bodily tests for any other evidence should you choose to go forward with a police investigation." She explains slowly, her tone professional yet kind.

"The next option is that we can keep everything strictly confidential. No information will be released to the police if that's what you choose is the way you want to go. The only information they have about this is what they found out from your friends after they were questioned. They were pulled over while taking you here, so naturally the police wanted to ask them a few questions." She adds.

"But, if I don't tell the police anything, they won't figure out who did this, right?" You ask weakly.

"That's right, there'll be no investigation if you choose to keep this confidential." Dr. Chen nods.

"I'll-...I'll do the test then." You reply hesitantly.

"Ok, we'll get you started with that soon. You'll need to sign a few documents just giving your consent before we begin the process. In the meantime would you like for one of your friends to come back again? You can let them know what's going on if you feel comfortable." She suggests.

You simply nod in response, too busy trying to hold back the tears currently beginning to blur your vision.

"Alright." She gives you a small smile, then makes her way out of the room. As soon as she's gone you burst into light sobs, too weak to even wipe your own tears.

How did this happen....?

A/N🧚🏾‍♀️: Dang y'all...it got so dramatic. But I hope you guys enjoyed! BIG BOY BAJI IS A REAL ONE OK!!! Real best friend vibes!!! (Kazutora's real too)

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WEEKLY TAG WEDNESDAY

thank you for the tag lovely @michellemisfit

Name: Katrine

Age: 25

Location: Norway 🏔️

Top sheet, yes or no? i had to google this because it’s not something we use here, so…no?

How many stuffed animals do you own? i’m a proud mother of two squishmellows

The names of your pets (and the explanations behind them): both my birds have passed at this point, but i had two budgies called Polter (a character from a kids tv show) and Romeo (because he was the handsomest little boy, sometimes we called him casanova)

Favourite colour: pastel pink 🌸or lemon yellow🍋

Any tattoos: nooOooo i’m too indecisive and i’m also scared of needles (but i would like a shark or whale tattoo one day) 🐋

How you transport your belongings (purse, tote, hands, pockets, etc.); i’m a bag/purse girl, i love a cute little bag or tote

The last movie you watched: The Amazing Spiderman 🕸️

How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?: it can be anywhere from 10-40 mins, depending on what i’m doing and where i’m going

Favourite weather: a lovely april day; not too cold but not sweltering hot

Relationships status: single, but i do want a relationship (but i don’t wanna date and i don’t wanna talk to boys so you see my problem)

Ice cream flavor of choice: ice cream is my favourite thing in the world how could i choose!! hmm i guess vanilla, brownie, caramel, and cookie dough

First fandom: BBC Merlin or Les Mis

How many books have you read this year?:…i started reading TBOSAS and forgot i was reading it halfway thru, then i started rereading Jane Austen…i mainly read fanfic tbh

First 4 words of your last notes app entry: a little more than 4 words but it’s what i’m working on rn “Lip Gallagher- a life in five chapters”

And finally, if you had to change your URL tomorrow, what would you change it to?: well my first ever screen name online was “wishful fairy” but i’m no longer 11 years old, so i think i’ll stick to the ones i got now lol

Please join in!!

@mickeygifs @mickeym4ndy @mickeysgaymom @em-harlsnow @roryonic @iangallagherisadeadman @iansfreckles @iansw0rld @ianspaw @stocious

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Deuxmoi Submissions, 2023

January

Spotted: Daniel Riccardo and his long-time girlfriend Emma on a romantic date at a restaurant in Perth. Weird thing was this time his manager was also there side by side in company of a blonde girl.

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February

Subject: Twins

Email: whatever@gmail.com

Message: saw Daniel Ricciardo and his manager on a double date. One of the women was definitely Ricciardo’s girlfriend (and I think I saw a ring????) the other looked like her sister?

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March

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo’s fiancée flower shopping with a group of women. Is the wedding happening?

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April

Spotted: saw like four F1 drivers (Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen, Lance Stroll, and Esteban Ocon) getting off planes at Perth airport. I work the private terminal and there was a load of extra jets in. Is the F1 Royal Wedding happening?

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May

Message: what Met gala attendee had a meltdown because her dress didn’t fit her chest an hour before her red carpet time? She didn’t get a lot of attention but she’s got a couple of high profile places to be this month with her husband, let’s see if it’s just her chest expanding.

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June

Subject: wait WHAT

Email: reservebells@gmail.com

Message: ok I could be wrong but I think I saw everyone’s favourite Australian who isn’t doing his usual job leaving a maternity hospital in [removed for their privacy] with his wife. Both looked delighted, he was the happiest he’s been in years

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July

Spotted: I work at a high end baby furniture shop and a high profile athlete and his wife came in. No clue how nobody knows she’s pregnant, it’s pretty obvious. Happy for them, they’re very in love and he couldn’t keep his hands off the bump

Update: yeah it was Daniel Ricciardo and his wife, also the tip they gave the furniture delivery bought us all takeout.

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August

Saw Daniel Ricciardo and his wife in the same restaurant as me in Faenza. They’re too cute and he wasn’t drinking wine because she can’t thanks to her pregnancy.

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Spotted: Em Ricciardo is a sweetheart! I was lost in Milan trying to find the train station with no phone signal, she speaks what sounded like fluent Italian and got the directions for me!

September

Subject: bundle of joy

Email: forthebees@gmail.com

Message: Got to see the former Red Bull teammates at Formula Nurnburgring, but the highlight for me was watching Sebastian Vettel giving Emma Ricciardo a giant hug and a gift bag. It’s really obvious that they get along well, she was there cheering him in his car. His wife was there too, saw her and Emma chatting.

—

October

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo out for dinner with his wife, his manager, and what looked like his wife’s friend? It was his manager’s birthday and they sang happy birthday, but they did a toast later.

Spotted: Em Ricciardo looking so proud at her husband’s contract announcement. Red Bull got Dan a onesie for the new baby, it was adorable.

—

November

Spotted: Daniel Ricciardo running through LAX to catch a Qantas flight to Sydney. Someone mentioned his wife is due soon, is the baby coming?

Spotted: Em Ricciardo in Perth airport, looked like she was collecting Dan from Vegas. She’s still pregnant! #F1BabyWatch

—

December

Subject: flowers

Email: fakeyfake@fake.com

Message: I work in a florist and we had 22 bouquets sent to one room in [redacted] hospital in Perth. Most of the calls came from UK and European numbers. Looks like F1’s latest baby has arrived!

[myown-worstenemy-2003]

Saturday Morning (Eddie Munson)

A/N: Hey y'all! It's been a while since I've written anything but I came up with this today. It's just a short little fic that I came up with because I woke up and part of my string of lights fell down. Then I had this thought while fixing it. ANWAY this song came to my head while I writing it. PS: Pretty pretty please don't copy my work! I worked hard on this and I will cry! Thank you! :) <3 PPS: This is very self-indulgent because yeah...

Summary: Lazy Saturday at your trailer.

Word Count: 757

It was a dreary, rainy Saturday. It had been raining since Thursday night, the start of April showers that bring May flowers, you could say. The only reason that Eddie Munson was not in bed still asleep with his girlfriend was that he had to help Uncle Wayne with something at the auto shop. On Eddie’s day off might he add.

As he pulled up beside your car in the little driveway of your shared trailer, he let out a sigh of relief. He was excited to shed his clothes and crawl back into bed with you. He quickly walked into the trailer and quietly shut the door. He took off his wet shoes and hung up his jacket on the back of one of the kitchen bar stools. He made his way to the bedroom, but the thing that threw him off was that the bedroom door was slightly ajar. He was pretty sure he closed it when he was getting ready so he wouldn’t disturb you while you slept. 

Of all the things that he was imagining that happened between the time he left and when he came back, that could have left the door open, he was not expecting the scene that he saw when he walked into the bedroom.

“What are you doing, sweet thing?” he asked with a smile on his face. You were standing on a step ladder, in one of his hoodies and panties. You were holding up the end of the string of lights that are usually strung across the ceiling. You turned your head and looked at him and smiled softly. You looked like you had just woken up not too long ago. 

“The light came down. So I was gonna fix ‘em. But it looks like the nail came out of the wall,” you said, pushing your glasses from where they fell down your face when you turned. He always loved that your accent got thicker when you just woke up and your glasses. 

“Don’t worry babygirl, I’ll fix it,” he said, still a little distracted by the view he was getting. His hoodie had ridden up from your thighs to just above your panties. He was getting the perfect view of your full ass. And your thick thighs are plush and beautiful. He could see the black ink that contrasted the milky white skin on your left leg. He loved to trace your tattoos, you liked to do the same thing on his chest and arms.

You nodded at his words and started down the step ladder. He came over and his hands hovered over your back and behind, just in case. You then opened your arms for him to hug you. He chuckled, opened his arms, and motioned for you to come and hug him. You wrapped your sleeve-clad arms around his waist and squished your cheek against his chest. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your shoulders and put his chin on top of your head. 

“Missed you while you were gone.”

“I missed you too, sweet thing,” Eddie hummed. You giggled as you felt his chest vibrate when he talked. 

“What’s so funny down there?” He asked, looking down at you.

“Nothin’,” you said, smiling.

He hummed again, not believing you but letting it slide for now.

“Can we go back to bed?”

“Of course, I gotta change and then I’ll be right there.”

You nodded and crawled into the bed and cocooned yourself with the comforter, just your head sticking out. He chuckled and found the pajama pants that he took off this morning. He could feel your eyes as you watched him take off his shirt and jeans. He put on the pajama pants and then jumped into bed next to you. He heard you giggled from your spot in the covers. He smiled as he pulled the covers down from your face, “There’s my pretty girl.”

You blushed and smiled and hid your face in his chest. He chuckled a little, pulling you in closer to him. You lift the covers for him.

“For me? But I am nothing but a humble servant to you, my queen. I don’t deserve this very kind gift that you are offering  me.”

You giggled and blushed again, “Get in here, you dork.”

“As you wish,” he grinned, got under the covers, and cuddled up to you. He pulled you closer to him and wrapped his arms around your waist.

You both sighed comfortably.

“I love you, Eddie.”

“I love you, (Y/N).”

[jess--posting]

(rules and other info under the cut, last updated 6/30/24) (interacts from @kirbytripledeluxe) (note that they are currently Very out of it. dont expect clear answers for anything but please feel free to send stuff)

IMPORTANT NOTES 🌿

so there are now technically four characters on this blog (even if i dont exist in pikposting) so the tagging system may be a bit confusing! stuff may get mixed up! heres a quick guide including how i color code their posts:

🍄: jess, they/them, 24 (usually the default)

🐟: me! toast or kirby, it/any, 18

🌼: oatchi, he/him, idk!! (was for an april fools prank LMAO i dont think hes staying here)

💮: hope or beep, she/her, not even one years old

ive beaten pikmin 4 as of 4/26/24!!! spoilers are fine!

inactivity spikes may happen due to plurality, disability, and ,, my generally exhausting existence. sorry about that!! as a side note if i overstep or act weird or flood the tags TELL ME.

jess is NOT a sona or a self-insert, just my avatar in pik4, though i do project onto them quite a bit 👍

RULES 🌿

1. obviously no nsfw. while jess is 24 and technically allowed to do that, not only are they asexual but im not at all comfortable with nsfw of my ocs unless were close and very explicit permission is given. and... yeah no i dont give permission for them. suggestive jokes are fine as long as theyre not directed AT them.

2. please dont get me involved in em/eto topics . i have a severe phobia of that

3. other rookies are completely fine to interact!

4. if i slip and misgender jess (i sometimes accidentally use she/her) let me know please!!! ill do the same! though do still note that jess is a trans girl, not nonbinary. pronouns≠gender but i understand the confusion

5. please no alcohol/drug abuse stuff outside of jokes (i.e. the scary weed), other characters using it is fine

6. ask before doing wizard/magic anon stuff ok ? (assuming were already in contact, if were not then dont worry about it)

TAGS 🌿

ic 🍄/🌼/💮: posts by a character

ic answer 🍄/🌼/💮: answered asks by a character

putting them in situations 🍄: rp (←feel free to mute, i use the long post tag once they start getting long but i have a list of the finished ones at the end of this anyway)

jess images 🍄: self explanatory, often reblogs from my art account! i love drawing them!

about jess 🍄: info i share sometimes

ooc 🐟: posts by me

ooc answer 🐟: answers by me

and if you need anything trigger tagged tell me! ill tag it as "tw ___" (flashing lights will just be tagged as "flashing lights")

RP LIST 🌿

3/21/24-3/23/24 🍄 — puddle going through it

3/23/24 🍄 — taking amalgam home

3/24/24-3/26/24 🍄 — lumiknoll moment

3/31/24 🍄 — super mario shaky tower hell

4/22/24 💮 — cherry brings hope and oatchi back to the base!

5/14/24-5/16/24 🍄 — (MAJOR WARNING FOR BODY HORROR + GORE) great job everyone we killed jess

6/6/24-6/14/24 💮 — hope and yonny and kingsly and oatchis great adventure

6/14/24 🍄 — hi jess :) ←pretending it hasnt been over 2 months

6/17/24-6/18/24 🍄 — THE GUILT IS NEVERENDING🔥🔥🔥

OTHER BLOGS 🌿

@heroleaf-posting

@pudle-blogging (not to be confused with puddle)

@groovylonglegs-blogging

@eyewraith-posting

@fritz-posting

[aliypop]

Anyplace Is Paradise

Word Count: 1,551

Writers Note: A Little break before I write Chapter 6 Of Anday Now, Sorry It took so long I was editing a podcast

Warning: Language / Fluff

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Summary: It's 1956 And Elvis and Cecelia are Vegas-bound for their concerts, but in between time Cecelia has sparked a love for photography.

Taglist

@darkmoviesquotespizza

@sissylittlefeather

@richardslady121

@thegettingbyp2

@presleyenterprise

@sissylittlefeather

@dkayfixates

@rjmartin11

@thetaoofzoe

@your-nanas-house

@zayurir

@60svintage

@sillybookmarks

Audubon Drive April 1956

"Cecelia! You're driving like a bat outta hell!" Midge shouted. Cecelia was speeding down Alabama Street in her pink Ford Fairlane Crown Victoria Skyliner. Daphane and Rosa were in the back, sliding around and laughing. "Baby, she's just excited," Cheryl mentioned, 

"About what?" Midge mumbled back to her wife. Cecelia had hit a sharp curve as Midge shook her head, to be 21 and wreckless. 

"Let's see a big two-week show in Vegas..."

"At the same time as Elvis~" Rosa added,

"That's why you agreed to this?!" Daphane rolled her eyes playfully as Cecelia began singing to whatever WHBQ had playing on the radio. "Oh my God...It is..." Daphane reached over and playfully hit her as Cecelia laughed. She and Elvis had been secretly dating for about a year, with her mother on tour with her father. She didn't have to worry about her mother knowing anything. 

"So what if it is. Elvis and I are-"

"Just good friends," Everyone in the car said as they rolled their eyes, 

"Papers are saying y'all are a thing..." Cheryl hinted as Cecelia's cheeks got red. She was silent, "Haven't you seen them oogle at each other," Daphane pretended to gag as Cecelia parked her car next to Elvis's in the open garage. "We don't ogle, we daze." Cecelia got out, walked towards the door, and knocked. Gladys had opened the door, a smile on her face as she hugged Cecelia, 

"Mrs. Gladys!"

"Cece! Come in. Elvis'll be out any minute," Gladys ushered her in. Elvis had had a few flings, but Cecelia was a favorite, 

"Thank you. Did you get the gift I sent you?" She asked as Gladys sat down, "I did, and they're Vernon's favorite pair of earrings on me." She laughed as Cecelia chuckled along with her. 

"I'm pleased you like 'em so much." 

"Alright, Mama, how do I look?" Elvis walked out. As Cecelia was ogling at him. He was wearing one of his lace shirts and slacks. Gladys looked between the two as she shook her head, 

"You look fine,"

"Yes, he is..." Cecelia mumbled, "I mean, does!" Cecelia then stood up as he scooped her into his arms and kissed her, 

"Hey, sugar,"

"Hiya, star shine," Cecelia blushed, 

"You look beautiful." He peppered her face with kisses as she laughed, "Oh Elvis~" a flustered tone from his mouth, "Don't you have to pick up Scotty and Bill..." Vernon said as Elvis pulled away, red as a lobster, 

"Right, right!" Getting his suitcase, Elvis headed out the door holding Cecelia's hand in the other,

"Hey Daph, Rosa! Y'all wanna a ride?" Elvis asked as they looked at Midge and Cheryl, 

"Please, we're all going to the same place!"

"You two can go, but Cece rides with us."

"We aren't going to do anything," Elvis smirked, blinking his baby blues, 

"Presley!"

Elvis and the girls zoomed off as Cheryl smirked at Midge, 

"Now we have some alone time..." 

"I can finally sew without Cece scanning every station for an Elvis song." Midge grinned, 

Cruising to pick up the fellas of the Blue Moon Boys, Rosa, and Daphane were like two kids watching their parents kiss from the back seat, 

Las Vegas April 1956

"We're getting word. A certain Pink Cadillac and Ford have made their way to The New Frontier Hotel." Cecelia laughed, handing a pen to Elvis. In the backseat was a sleepy Scotty, and Daphane was drooling on Bill's shoulder, "Two weeks of paradise..." Elvis smiled,

"Maybe... a trip to the pool will clear your mind?" Cecelia said as he opened the door for her. Cecelia took his hand, and like clockwork, the fans flocked, 

"Denise, Cecelia is gonna be fine..." Midge replied as Cheryl moved their bags into their hotel room, "No, Elvis won't be a problem. Or distraction, they won't even see each other!" Cheryl nearly cackled hearing her wife lie,

Cecelia walked down the hall as Midge stopped her. 

"Your mother called."

"What'd she say?"

"Well, I told her that you didn't even know Elvis was here,"

"So..."

"Don't get pregnant, and don't get caught."Midge smiled,

"So I..."

"Can stay in his hotel room." Midge winked. Cecelia hugged her as she ran off to get settled in, 

"What's that about?" Cheryl asked,

"Oh, Nothing," 

Cecelia had unpacked everything from her suitcase as Elvis was trimming his sideburns and doing his usual pre-show grooming regimen. He was in the mirror, lost in his world until he heard. 

CLICK!

"Cece, what in the hell are you doing?" Elvis laughed, looking directly into the lens of her camera.

"Takin pictures of art." Cecelia laughed as she snapped another photo of him. Elvis couldn't hide his laughter as he tried to act annoyed, but it was also his idea to buy her that thing as a gift. "Last I checked, you can't kiss art." She rolled her eyes as Elvis pulled her in close, dipped her, and kissed her, "You can if it's your muse." She winked. Elvis blushed as he picked her up, "I-I'm your muse?" He blushed as Cecelia nodded, 

"All my love songs are about you." She kissed him again, and he then heard another CLICK!

"Damnit, Cece." He chuckled, tickling her as she laughed. 

The next day, the sun was up and piping hot. Cecelia had just gotten off the phone with her mother as she made her way to the hotel poolside, which was where Elvis was signing autographs in his tied-up shirt, looking as handsome as ever to Cecelia, taking another photo she had soon walked over to him, her heels clicking as she sat by the poolside in her bathing suit. A few fans crowded around her, and Elvis couldn't help but stop and stare at her, "Cat got your tongue, lover boy." Cheryl asked as Elvis blushed, "Wh-What, naw," His accent strong as he was flustered, 

"I believe it does," Cheryl laughed, "You two ain't fooling no one with this whole hiding thing," she whispered before walking away. Cheryl was right, and with Cecelia taking pictures of him, he knew he might as well have his cake and eat it, too. Walking over, Elvis tapped her on the shoulder, some of the guests in shock that he'd even talk to her. While their kids and teenagers already knew the story, 

"I think we should give 'em something to really stare at," Elvis said as Cheryl watched the whole thing happen. She beckoned Midge over, whose blood was boiling like hot pasta sauce, "Like what, Pres..." her brown doe eyes looking up towards his. Pulling her close to him by her chin. He leaned in to give her a kiss until they heard,

SPLASH!

Rosa and Daphane chuckled, seeing the two get out of the pool, sopping wet like a biscuit in gravy. Some of the guests gasped as Cecelia noticed the staff draining the pool. Oh, how it boiled Elvis to the core when people did such things to Cece or, in general, "You'd make more money if you sold the water!" She shouted as Elvis held her back, back in their hotel room after they had both gotten out of the shower. Cecelia was already dressed, her camera back in hand as she took another picture. Elvis glanced up at her as he was a little embarrassed. After all, he was putting on his pants. 

"Cece!" 

"Oh hush, it's not like we didn't just shower together..." Cecelia laughed. Elvis tackled her on the bed and began to tickle her, the two laughing and kissing as he had his hand on her thigh, 

"God, you're beautiful..." Cecelia blushed,

"And you're annoying some- CECE!" He said in a pit of laughter as she tickled his stomach, 

"St-Stop It!"

"Make me~"

"HEY BREAK IT UP YOU TWO!" Midge said. The two looked at her as she shook her head, "You two already broke one rule. Don't break the pregnant one..." she slammed the door, the two irrupting with laughter as Elvis took the camera and pointed it towards them as he took several pictures of them. Even though they were in Vegas to strictly perform, he felt he was on a romantic getaway with his true love. 

On their last night in Vegas, the eight of them were at dinner, eating and carrying on. And there was Cecelia taking pictures of every memory. Sure, a few of her bandmates thought it was annoying. But Midge knew why tomorrow wasn't promised, and youth faded away quickly. Yet here was Cecelia taking every photo she could get of the love of her life, 

"Cece!" Elvis looked at the camera, "Don't you show anyone that one!" He laughed. He had crumbs on his face, and to Cecelia, he never looked more handsome,

~ Bonus ~

"You sure you wanna drive back to Nashville tonight?" Elvis asked as he pulled her close to him by the doorway, "My mother will worry, and I gotta get the girls home." She responded as he sighed, "Alright, you be safe and call me when you get home," He kissed her forehead, 

"I will." She giggled as Elvis felt her slip something in her pocket. It was the photograph of him eating, rolling his eyes. He loved that woman, and he knew that she loved him. 

[kyathedino]

Hey there kiddos, do yall like witherburn after school news? Then boy, do I have eighteen fanfictions for you! (I'm not advertising the The Nut Job one)

That's right, I've gotten *that* desperate. So first up we have 'You Go Queen!' By Kyathedino on ao3, which is a oneshot fic depicting lesbian romance between Tina Young and Scarlett Johnson, written I'd have to say probably before episode three.

Next up is the second work of my series, which inspired the name of WBASN EP 15, 'i couldn't utter my love when it counted (but I'm singing like a bird about it now)' by Kyathedino on Ao3. It's about a possible scenario of if Aria Sanders had been Birdie, and the Reporter's reaction to her going missing.

Then comes the first work, which is not how it happened chronologically but whatever, 'what's the softest way to say (you took away my friend, my buddy)' by Kyathedino on ao3 (you may begin to see a pattern here) which is a scenario in which Christie Lamar was a member of the merry band of misfits, and how they would cope with her disappearance. Possibly receiving a sequel soon.

Then comes the third work in the series, which is 'and i know it's all so shallow (but a shallow cut still stings)' by Kyathedino on ao3, which follows a brief stint in romance between Amelia Farrow-Garcia and April Calloway.

Then comes Jonathan Landry's ep of MAHTM, 'i don't want the world to see me (cause I don't think that they'd understand)' by Kyathedino on Ao3 (okay I'll stop that now yall get it) which is about Jonathan befriending Mr. Pickler's cat Sasha and growing closer to the man himself, causing very much angst when Jon goes missing and nobody is willing to believe the older man when he says that the teen was worth looking for.

After that is my shortest fic to date, titled 'try to follow your light (but it's nighttime)', which is about Dyce calling the reporter's phone thinking that he was calling his mother, and her having to go help him when he was injured (non romantic)

Then comes another Jon ep of MAHTM, titled 'Either Way, It Ends (And All Things End)', which is about Mikinzie Mishra, the girl with the community garden, creating it and telling dyce it's true purpose (to give Jon a place to come home to)

Then comes '2gether 4ever (literally)' which is a crack fic of hunter/dyce, occurring when dyce glues their hands together.

Then there's 'a minute from home (but i feel so far from it)', a fix about Hunter being trans and it not being accepted by his family, as well as the sheriff being extremely creepy, and the expectations that were put upon him and the unsafety he felt (can you tell I'm projecting? I'm projecting)

After that comes 'Rumor Has It', which is Birdie trying to determine the Reporter's identity for sport and accidentally falling in love on the way.

Ignoring the Forbidden one, next up is 'I think my body (is falling in pieces)', which is both Chloe and Evelyn's episode of MAHTM, about the two meeting after Chloe's death of sorts

Following that is another crack hunter/dyce fic, that being 'you have stolen my heart (oh-yeah!)', in which the two of them have a karaoke, somewhat k-pop date with a kid's karaoke machine

Then comes 'Not a lot (just forever)' which is Tina's ep of MAHTM, where Scarlett mourns her in a slightly homosexually-undertoned way, because she no longer had competition to push her into being better.

'i just wanna be a part of your family' is another ep of MAHTM for Tina, which is a scenario in which she was friend's with the reporter as a kid and the reporter has to deal with not having her there anymore.

Then comes my probably most fucked up one, 'when justice is gone (there's always force)', which is about Hunter Clark being a vampire and pretty much psychologically torturing his victims when they start coming back as ghosts, eventually falling in love with one of em. Still in the works, two chapters so far.

Following that is 'lovely, dark, and deep' which is about the Appalachian forest swallowing up Hunter, who used to play in it, year by year, and slowly taking away his ability to exist elsewhere as he grew older.

Then comes 'we deserve a soft epilogue, my love' which is a tma crossover where Jon join the old ladies on Ms. Newberry's porch in knitting and gossiping, and finds true, unconditional happiness in Witherburn as his Somewhere Else.

Finally, 'The Archival Interns' by Kyathedino and Fandom_Compass on ao3. My first collab, and another tma wbasn crossover, this time where The Reporter, Birdie, and Dyce go to intern at the Magnus Archives over the summer.

Aaaaaaaand that's about it. Jesus, I have a lot. And quite a few more yet in production. Either way, prettiest please try em out, and thank you for reading this far lol. God, I need a life.

[thisisyourdriverspeaking]

In honour of Le Mans today, here's a little soundtrack for you. This is motorsport number twos, the edition for all the drivers. Enjoy 😊

Sebastien Loeb (26th February 1974) - Alvin Stardust - Jealous Mind

Tony Kanaan (31st December 1974) - Wombles - Wombling Merry Christmas

Juan Pablo Montoya (20th September 1975) - Leo Sayer - Moonlighting

Mark Webber (27th August 1976) - Wings - Let 'Em In

Kimi Raikkonen (17th October 1979) - The Police - Message In A Bottle

Jenson Button (19th January 1980) - Billy Preston & Syreeta - With You I'm Born Again

Felipe Massa (25th April 1981) - Ennio Morricone - Chi Mai

Heikki Kovalainen (19th October 1981) - Laurie Anderson - O Superman

Andre Lotteter (19th November 1981) - The Police - Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic

Pippa Mann (11th August 1983) - Paul Young - Wherever I Lay My Hat (That's My Home)

Simon Pagenaud (18th May 1984) - The Pointer Sisters - Automatic

Robert Kubica (7th December 1984) - Jim Diamond - I Should Have Known Better

Nico Rosberg (27th June 1985) - Madonna - Crazy For You

Jerome D'Ambrosio (27th December 1985) - Whitney Houston - Saving All My Love For You

Rahel Frey (23rd February 1986) - Diana Ross - Chain Reaction

Kamui Kobayashi (13th September 1986) - Boris Gardiner - I Want To Wake Up With You

Rene Rast (26th October 1986) - Status Quo - In The Army Now

James Hinchcliffe (5th December 1986) - Berlin - Take My Breath Away

Oliver Turvey (1st April 1987) - Mel and Kim - Respectable

Sebastian Vettel (3rd July 1987) - The Firm - Star Trekkin'

Alexander Sims (15th March 1988) - Rick Astley - Together Forever

Molly Taylor (6th May 1988) - Fairground Attraction - Perfect

Simona De Silvestro (1st September 1988) - Brother Beyond - The Harder I Try

Sarah Bovy (15th May 1989) - Kylie Minogue - Hand On Your Heart

James Calado (13th June 1989) - Cliff Richard - The Best Of Me

Brendon Hartley (10th November 1989) - Milli Vanilli - Girl I'm Gonna Miss You

Earl Bamber (9th July 1990) - Luciano Pavarotti - Nessun Dorma

Cristina Gutierrez (24th July 1991) - Heavy D & The Boyz - Now That We've Found Love

Abbie Eaton (2nd January 1992) - Michael Jackson - Heal The World

Timmy Hansen (21st May 1992) - Guns 'N' Roses - Knockin' On Heaven's Door

Daniel Abt (3rd December 1992) - Charles & Eddie - Would I Lie To You?

Alice Powell (26th January 1993) - Exterminate ft Niki Harris - Snap!

Tatiana Calderon (10th March 1993) - Shaggy - Oh Carolina

Christine GZ (22nd July 1993) - 4 Non Blondes - What's Up?

Alex Lynn (17th September 1993) - Pet Shop Boys - Go West

Bubba Wallace (8th October 1993) - DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince - Boom! Shake The Room

Michelle Gatting (31st December 1993) - Take That - babe

Naomi Schiff (18th May 1994) - Stiltskin - Inside

Jessica Hawkins (16th February 1995) & Luca Ghiotto (24th February 1995) - Annie Lennox - No More I Love Yous

Beitske Visser (10th March 1995) - Alex Party - Don't Give Me Your Life

Nicholas Latifi (29th June 1995) - Outhere Brothers - Boom Boom Boom

Jack Aitken (23rd September 1995) - Michael Jackson - You Are Not Alone

Oliver Askew (12th December 1996) - The Prodigy - Breathe

Louis Deletraz (22nd April 1997) - Robbie Williams - Old Before I Die

Catie Munnings (15th November 1997) - Natalie Imbruglia - Torn

Cem Bolukbasi (9th February 1998) - Backstreet Boys - All I Have To Give

Jamie Chadwick (20th May 1998) - Aqua - Turn Back Time

Kevin Hansen (28th May 1998) - All Saints - Under The Bridge

Mick Schumacher (22nd March 1999) - Boyzone - When The Going Gets Tough

Toni Breidinger (14th July 1999) - ATB - 9pm (Till I Come)

Max Fewtrell (29th July 1999) - Five - If Ya Gettin' Down

Robert Shwartzman (16th September 1999) & Bent Viscaal (18th September 1999) - Lou Bega - Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit Of...)

Felipe Drugovich (23rd May 2000) - Madison Avenue - Don't Call Me Baby

Marta Garcia (9th August 2000) - Craig David - 7 Days

Arthur Leclerc (14th October 2000) - Mariah Carey ft Westlife - Against All Odds

Sophia Florsch (1st December 2000) - Leann Rimes - Can't Fight The Moonlight

Clement Novalak (23rd December 2000) - Eminem - Stan

Frederik Vesti (13th January 2002) - Puretone - Addicted To Bass

Luke Browning (31st January 2002) - A1 - Caught In The Middle

Liam Lawson (11th February 2002) - No Doubt - Hey Baby

Olli Caldwell (11th June 2002) - Eminem - Without Me

Jack Doohan (20th January 2003) - Busted - Year 3000

All added to this playlist 😊😊