#punch it Vern

[fatmagic]

[crispy-armpit]

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⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: reminisce about your forgotten first meeting with Deimos 3 years ago. meanwhile, you've been invited to watch his concert after the previous events. (pt.2)

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘺, violence, implied stalking, reader gets called a bitch, (slight) sadism, kinda tame

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,495

⭒ a/n: dear lord i am simping for my own art... hope u all enjoy reading this! i'll be opening asks & make a short introduction in the next post ^^ ( yan jock makes an appearance here too!)

will you venture down this path?

where is he?

did I walk in the wrong direction?

am I lost?

... nope, this is the right place.

you are standing alone in a dark alleyway, looking around the location you agreed to meet your friend in. checking the virtual clock on your phone, you count the time you have left before you go on stage. 32 minutes.

time was ticking and he was still nowhere in sight. there's no way you could perform the duet alone. anxiously, you try texting your friend again.

You 》 17:28

bro where are u

i'm alr here

are u lost again

LIAM

liam

liam

liam

liam

liaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam

fuck it, i'm leaving him. alleys are never good news. ever since you entered the place, your stomach has been in knots and the back of your head was tingling. it's almost as if... someone's been watching you.

typing on the small screen, you tell him you're going to meet him behind the stage instead. you speed walk towards the end of the tunnel, relieved you were leaving this place. you almost reach the exit until a rough hand pulls on your wrist.

a gruff voice speaks, "hey, you dropped this."

SHIT, I'M GOING TO DIE—

without thinking, you instinctively clench your fists into a ball and punch the unknown 'assailant' on the nose— effectively causing him to bleed. the stranger gasps out various curse words as you turn to scream and run away.

"I'M SORRYYyyyy—"

knuckles still bruised from the impact, you try to hide them as best as you can from the crowd's attention. Liam had managed to arrive on time, seconds before the performance. he claimed to have come across an old friend on the way who was difficult to shake off. but that was all in the past, and he has yet to notice your injured knuckles.

currently, you are performing on the stage in front of a sea of people. with your friend on the acoustic guitar, you both sang a duet that sang of two lovers, a confession of how one felt incomplete without the other.

it was a popular song, so Liam insisted on it. you were glad he did because in the end, the happy crowd's applause rang loud across your ears. a sound you'll always love.

now off the stage, you and Liam decide to explore the festival's offerings. the spring festival at night is beautiful— lanterns clipped across the starry sky and flowers and people littering the area. you approach one of the food stalls that lined the streets, purchasing a sundae of your favourite flavour.

as you are about to pay, you rummage through your pockets and realise... your wallet is gone. did i leave it at home?! Liam seems to pick up on your situation as he pulls out his own wallet, "i'll pay for them." you thank him and promise to pay him back. "it's alright, you don't have to." he smiles.

suddenly, a loud voice approaches the both of you, "Oi, Lili! ya did great up there, man." you turn to see a group of four people heading your way who were all dressed head-to-toe in punk clothing and carrying band equipment. they must be a band. a slim man holding wooden drumsticks pats Liam on the back, and he shortly notices you.

"oh? hello there, mx. the name's Vern." he grins and offers you a handshake, to which you politely return.

"y/n. nice to meet you, Vern. I'm a friend of Liam's."

"a friend of Liam is a friend of mine, y/n!" Vern heartily laughs, "let me introduce you to the gang, y/n— of course, you've met me, the drummer. that lady with red hair is Kyra, the lead guitarist. the young-looking fellow with shit for brains is Astrid, our second guitarist. and finally, our beloved lead singer and bassist, D—"

you don't have time to react before your face is roughly grabbed by a hand larger than your head, cheeks squished. you try to pry your face away from the thick fingers of the unknown man, as you shakily look up at his furrowed eyes. he's seething, and you don't know why.

"it's you. fucking bitch."

you don't know what you've done to this man to warrant such a reaction, you've never even met him before!... right? you think back to earlier in the day when you punched the stranger from the alley. shit, it's him.

though muffled by his palms, you still manage to voice out an apology. for the first time in your life, you feel a sensation rushing through your blood. dread and terror. in the corner of your eyes, you spot Liam being held back by a concerned Vern and Astrid.

you desperately try to pull his hand off your face while repeating apologies, but it's useless. he's too strong. the tall stranger continues to stare at you and you swear he was enjoying this. if not for the sick glint in his eyes or the soft panting from his pierced lips, then maybe for the light blush dusting his cheeks.

after what felt like hours, he finally lets go. you immediately massage your aching jaw and cheeks at his release. the stranger scoffs and hands you a familiar item... it's your wallet! "...found this in the alley. you throw a good punch." you gently take the small pouch off his hands and thank him.

a ghost of a smirk morphs on his face before he grunts and walks past you. the others instantly follow behind him like baby ducks trailing their mother, but not without giving you a sympathetic look. Vern checks up on you before joining his group, "woah, he's never spared anyone before. sorry about him, but i hope you'll still come to watch us?"

Liam, who is no longer held back, runs to your side and inspects your face. "are you alright?? fuck, I should teach him not to mess with you!" he angrily shouts. you're still recovering from shock. but that doesn't stop you from thinking how nice the stranger's smile looked. "do you want to go home? i'll drive you bac—"

with newfound motivation, you're able to speak again, "no, i'm fine. let's go watch the next show!"

you and Liam stand in front of the stage, somehow having managed to get past the current of people. there are way more people than before, and you notice some of them are holding signs. confused, you turn to the person next to you and ask her, "hey, what's with all the people? is a celebrity coming?"

she looks at you astounded, "you seriously don't know? Ares is performing next! they're like, all over social media right now." Ares? you don't think you've heard any singer with that name before. before you can ask who they are, waves of screams fill your ears as 4 pairs of feet walk on stage. you look back at Liam to see him clapping for the band, following his gaze, you accidentally lock eyes with a pair of heterochromatic eyes.

he acknowledges your presence with a lazy lift of his brow and faces the crowd again. this time, the audience shouts in union.

ARES!

ARES!!

ARES!!!

the electrifying sound of a guitar and drums booms through the speakers. the ground vibrates along with the rhythm, as your heartbeat follows along. the song begins, but it's not until you hear the deep bass of the leader's voice do you feel the aching throb of your core.

(R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys)

I'm a puppet on a string

holy shit.

She's a silver linin', lone ranger ridin' through an open space...

his voice is intoxicating.

In my mind, when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be

your heart feels like it's about to burst out of your chest.

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna ever say is, "Are you mine?"

yes.

Well, are you mine?

Are you mine?

Are you mine? Oh, ah

i'm yours.

his deep voice that was once laced with anger and malice— now brings your own heart to tears. you could only think about what was going through his mind to sing a beautiful song in such a wrenching manner. and on that day, you swore to one day bring someone to tears with your voice, just like he had with you.

but what you did not know was that you'd already done the exact same thing to Deimos earlier that day. and for that, he'd follow you down every road until there comes a time when your paths meet again.

back in the present, you've been forced invited to watch Deimos' latest concert. like before, you sat at the very front row, right in front of his assigned position. the only difference from then was his lovestruck eyes that would never leave your figure.

in the end, he was yours.

[imababblekat]

Raphael W/ A Feisty S/O; HC's

@ursulaprentissmay , "Hey! I recently found your blog and the stories are adorable🥰. I’d like to make a request if that’s alright; a Raph x fem/gn reader where the reader just wants to fight someone, knowing full well they’ll lose to any of the turtles. Hope you have a nice day, drink water and tea!"

~xXx~

-Raphaels s/o has nothing but spiciness in that body of theirs

-Mikey sometimes calls them a sour patch kid

-your excuse is having too much pent up energy

-may or may not have one time bit Vern

-no matter how much they beg, no one will spar with them, mostly because Raphael will have a conniption if they somehow get hurt

-it wasn't till you got into a street fight that, despite walking away with only a black eye and the other guy looking much worse, Raphael decided it would be best to at least train you how to fight properly

-finds it so funny how his s/o tries their hardest to bring him down; 100% holds them by the back of their shirt like some sort of feral cat

-loves watching you go at the punching bag, but also makes sure that your hands are properly protected before hand

-Raph adores your street skills, but also makes sure you know form and hone in on the skills he teaches you

-got lowkey kinda grumpy when you teasingly told him he was acting like Leo

-when he's confident in your growth as a fighter, he becomes open to the idea of letting you spar his brothers, ofc still keeping an eye out and letting out a curt chuff if he thinks one of them (usually Mikey) is getting a bit too rough

-speaking of Mikey, him and Raph with out a doubt will set Casey up to get his ass kicked by you

-they ofc find it hilarious as shit, but after poor Casey gathers himself he comes up with the great idea to trick Vern into fighting you next, to which both ninja brothers are absolutely down for

-Raphael couldn't be prouder or more attracted to you in the moment when you pulled a Black Widow versus Happy move on Vern when he tried to "show you the ropes" in the middle of the dojo

~xXx~

[pyramidsoul]

Oxford apartments neighbor speaking about Jeffrey Dahmer

One evening in June of 1990, I held my first conversation with our neighbor who lived across the hall. I introduced myself to him as Vern and he introduced himself to me as Jeff.

He appeared to be very polite as he and I stood in the hall in front of our apartments. He stated he was leaving to go to the corner store to buy a pack of cigarettes and when he saw I had a pack in my shirt pocket he asked if I had a cigarette I could spare.

Of all the times I had seen this guy he was always casually dressed in faded jeans, a flannel shirt and casual shoes. He wore glasses and his hair was cut medium length always looking well groomed. He had the appearance of a college student or someone who had been to college. He was clean shaven and had boyish look.

I guess the word I would choose to describe my impression of him is intelligent, highly intelligent. He had a slim built appearing to be 6 feet tall, weighing maybe 165 pounds. I'd guess his age to be 30 or 31 years old.

Through the times that I'd see him our conversations would mainly be small talk about my car, my job, the weather, his job and the building or something of that nature. He always appeared to be soft spoken as we would stop in the hall on his way in or out of his apartment.

Never did he give me any impression that he had hang ups about living in a dominantly black building or living in the neighborhood which also was dominantly black. As time went on Pam also had begun to have small conversations with him. She also thought that he was pretty pleasant to talk to. We were neighborly with all the tenants living in the building.

Being that I was the only black man at my place of employment and Pam being raised in Madison where blacks were few, neither she nor I had a problem with him being white. Our typical conversations went something like this whenever we would talk to each other in the hall.

"What's happening?"

"Hey Vern, not much."

He would notice that I would be just getting in from work most of the evenings when we'd see each other...

"How was your day?"

"Not too bad," I'd reply. From earlier conversations in our passing, I had informed him that I was a Draftsman. He like-wise told me he worked 3rd shift at a chocolate factory downtown and that he's been employed there for a couple of years.

"Do you have to punch in tonight?"

"Yeah, got to pay rent."

"Talk to you later," I'd respond. His reply was... "yeah, take care."

There had been various other conversations and I must admit talking to him made me feel appreciative of our small conversations. I felt sad for the guy living alone, never seeing him associate with anyone or have friends visit him at his apartment.

Amongst all of the tenants in the building Jeff stood out the most, not only because he was white but to me because he never had visitors or a girlfriend which to me appeared strange but not the type of out of the way strange. He was always alone.

He didn't own a car therefore, his means of transportation was the city bus. After becoming acquainted with him, we'd see Jeff standing on the bus stop or getting off the bus walking towards the apartment building.

He appeared to be weird to the other tenants but I never thought of him as such because of the fact that the area where we lived was nothing but a danger zone and keeping to himself was a safe thing to do. It was not safe for anyone walking that didn't fit in.

It was no surprise to see Jeff wearing his light gray jacket walking at 9:00pm through someone's backyard or taking a short cut through the alley headed towards the Oxford Building. He'd walk among dope peddlers to have them approach him and ask him "you looking..?" "You straight..?"

Meaning do you want to buy drugs but He would either shake his head negatively or ignore the peddlers all together.

He would be approached by addicts trying to con him in any way possible for money and women working the streets would confront him with offers of sexual pleasures for money but he would ignore them all.

I recall once telling Pam that I thought he had a lot of heart to live in this area. He never showed any sign of being fearful, he didn't have a kick ass type of attitude. It was more of an "I don't bother you and you don't bother me" type of attitude.

In June there was a series of burglaries and apartments in our building were broken into. Everyone was on lookout for any strangers walking through the halls. The police were called and they questioned everyone that lived in the building to see if anyone may have seen anyone or knew anything. Two apartments were broken into and everyone in the Oxford Apartments had high concerns about the break-ins.

The tenants began to look out for each other's apartments when the tenant was away. I had two of my nearest neighbor's phone numbers and I had also given them our number to inform each other when we were going to be out of our apartments. Our neighbor Jeff had gotten a phone but said he had it for only a week or so because he couldn't afford the bill.

"Hey Jeff, we're starting to look out for each other's apartment due to the break-ins. Give me your telephone number so that we can call you to just let you know when we're not going to be in so that you can keep an eye on our apartment."

"Vern, my phone was turned off because I'm having a hard enough time paying my rent and feeding myself, so there's no reason to give me your phone number. I do however intend to get a burglar alarm for when I'm away at nights working. There's no way I can afford to have my stuff ripped off and there's no real security around here that I trust."

"Yeah, it's getting pretty tough around here." I said.

"Yeah Vern I know what you mean. Any news about the guys' stuff that was stolen?"

"None! You know how that goes."

"Well I'll talk to you later."

"Sure Jeff, later."

Extract from Vernell Bass’ book “Across the Hall”, chapter 2. If you’re interested to know more support the author and get the book!

[scholastic-dragon]

Flufftober Day 3: Thick as Thieves

Raphael x Gn!reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: friends to lovers, pining, slow burn, Raph's got a crush, good moments between Raph and Don, spelling mistakes, Vern makes a bad comment (he apologizes), 

Summary: You and Raph are friends - no, best friends - and despite what everyone thinks, there’s no feelings between you two...right?

You remember the night you met the boys as if it only happened yesterday.

Your best friend April had finally opened up about her "extended family" and you were shocked to say the least.

But you quickly realized these were the sweetest, kindest, and most amazing men you'd ever met.

Well, almost. Raphael was quite distant for a good portion of the evening, only saying a few words here and there.

After they left, April said they were a bit suspicious of you because they didn't often meet people. You understood and never pushed them beyond just simple conversation.

Donnie and Mikey warmed up very quickly and you'd spent countless hours playing Mario cart with them. Leo finally started smiling when you talked with him, but Raph was still a little aloof. You never pressed, giving him his space, he'd open up eventually.

It wasn't until about 2 months later that you'd been invited to a Halloween party at Vern's penthouse.

You had a fun night, you finally met Casey, April's boyfriend, and realized very quickly that Vern was a player.

The boys were there, but they weren't wearing costumes, simply wearing their normal gear. You brought it up, not judging or mean, just asking if they had costumes.

A drunk Vern answered. "They don't need costumes, look at 'em! Already look kinda freaky,"

The group went quiet, in shock that Vern, their friend had said something so rude. April was clearly ready to beat his ass, Casey put his arm around her to stop her. Donnie's jaw dropped, glasses slipping down his nose. Leo's haw dropped, drink almost slipping from his hand. Mikey looked the most pained out of them all, wondering how a friend could say something like that.

Just as Raph opened his mouth to yell, you started ripping Vern a new asshole. Saying they weren't freaky or weird and that they were more man than Vern would ever hope to be.

Vern said nothing, just nodded and left the conversation, knowing he was drunk and needed to step back. The boys thanked you before mingling with the other party goers, wanting to forget the whole ordeal.

Raph approached you with an awkward smile. "Uh, thanks, for what you said to Vern. It's not often people stick up for us like that,"

"I wasn't just going to let him bully you like that, no one deserves to be treated like that," You smile, noticing how his shoulders ever so slightly tensed at the mention of him deserving better. "But you never answered my question, do you guys have costumes?"

"Uh, no, we weren't originally going to come, but Mikey was complaining the whole time while we were out and with all the heavy crowds it would've just made patrol ten times harder-" He rambled on, saying more words than he ever meant to. Talking just felt so easy with you, you engaged and listened to every word he said.

The next day Vern (thankfully sober) profusely apologized to the boys, saying he didn’t mean any of it and it’ll never happen again. April still punch his shoulder with a warning that if he ever said something like that again he’d get his ass beat into the ground. 

He got your number that night and you've texted every day since then. You have a lot in common and have the same type of humor. Raph felt as ease around you, like he could talk about everything and nothing and he wouldn't get judged about it.

But after a few weeks he suddenly started feeling strange. He'd stare for longer than he'd mean to. He started to notice your deodorant and shampoo and he could tell when you changed it. He found any and all excuses to be around you or touch you: walking by? Hand on arm. Sitting on the couch? Arm on the back across your shoulders. Hair in your face? Gently moving it behind your ear.

The others started to notice, Mikey making the most annoying comments.

"You obviously like them!"

He didn't do these things because he liked you. He did them because 1. It felt nice to have physical contact with someone. 2. You didn't flinch or pull away when he reached for you.

You were his best friend. His most trusted confidante.

I mean sure you were very good looking, but everybody knew that. And you had very big eyes, that he admittedly liked to look at. And he really liked hearing you laugh, especially when you'd touch his arm after he told you a funny story.

But it wasn't a crush. It didn't feel like a crush. Okay, well, he didn't know what a crush was supposed to feel like but it didn't feel like how it normally did in the movies.

Raph tossed and turned in bed, running his hands down his mask less face. Sleep was evading him for the third time this week. His thoughts consistently about you.

Glancing at his nightstand, he reached for his phone, groaning at the time. 3:52 AM.

He needed to get up and take a breath. A cold glass of water should do him some good.

He rose from his bed, being careful not to trip over anything in the dark. The lair was quiet as he padded to the kitchen, the lights were always kept on incase one of the boys wanted a midnight snack.

Entering the kitchen, Raph paused seeing Donnie sitting at the dining table. They both awkwardly stared at each other for a moment, before Raph cleared his throat.

"I'd ask if ya can't sleep, but it's clear from your coffee cup that ya haven't even gone to bed yet," Raph walked over to the cabinet, getting a glass and filling it in the sink.

Donnie snorted, taking a sip from his mug. "If we're guessing why the others up then I'm going to say you've got something on your mind,"

"It's nothin' just....just some sleep troubles," Raph downed the half full glass in one gulp, gently setting the glass cup in the sink.

"Talking about it might help," Raph rolled his eyes, turning to face Donnie, leaning against the counter.

Donnie had always been a gossip, he'd never spill anything you told him, but he was annoyingly pushy and nosey.

"If I tell you, will you shut up?" At Donnie's nod, Raph sighs. "I'm thinking about Y/n,"

"Ah," Donnie gets an excited glimmer in his eyes. "You finally gained the courage to ask them out?"

"What? No!" Raph scoffed, rolling his shoulders and crossing his arms. "It's not like that,"

"It's not like that?" Donnie mimics, lowering his head to glance at Raph over his glasses.

"Yeah, we're best friends, nothing more,"

Donnie rolled his eyes, glancing at the ceiling. "Please tell me you're joking,"

"What're ya talkin' about?" Raph raised a brow, feeling his guard start to go up.

Donnie held his mug between his hands, easily dwarfing the cup, almost laughing as he spoke. "It's so obvious you have a crush on them-"

"I don't have a crush on them! They're my best friend!" Raph interrupted, unable to help himself. "This is exactly how Mikey treated April when they first met,"

"Yeah, except Mikey got over it and now sees her as a sister, you, my friend, have not," Putting his elbow on the table he leaned his chin on his palm.

"It's not a crush,"

"You know what, you're right," Donnie took a sip of his coffee, looking away from Raph and licking his lips.

It was never a good thing when Donnie admitted someone else was right and didn't put up a fight. A smirk formed on his face, setting down the mug and glancing back to Raph.

"You're right, Raph, it's not a crush," Donnie leaned forward, both elbows on the table. "You love them,"

"Watch your-" Raph took several steps forward, pointing an angry finger at him.

"Shh, don't want to wake up the others, do you?" Donnie calmly whispered. Raph clamped his mouth shut.

When Donnie had mentioned 'love' his chest got tight and his knees started to shake. Surly he wasn't in love with you: he couldn't even tell if he had a crush on you.

Raph sighed, pulling out a chair and sitting across from Donnie, leaning in with a quiet voice.

"I'll tell ya if you promise to keep it between us," Raph holds out his arm, second finger up.

Donnie smirks, putting his second finger around Raph's (their version of a pinky promise). "Deal, I won't say anything,"

"I-I....I think I have feelings for Y/n, but I don't know, it-it doesn't feel like a crush," Raph sits back in the chair, looking at his lap, rubbing his hands together.

"What do you mean?" Donnie calmly says, noticing how honest and scared Raph's tone is.

"In all the movies and stuff, people say it's like butterflies and you can't talk when you're around them, and stuff, but I don't feel that. I'm calm and I feel like I can talk to them about anything," Raph vents, honest to god vents for one of the first times in his life.

Donnie stays silent, allowing him to get it all out. They'd always been close, having the occasional moment or late nights like this, but Donnie felt good knowing Raph felt comfortable enough to tell him.

Raph sighed, glancing up at Donnie. "Alright, say your smart speech, I know you're dyin' too,"

"Some romance experts say that it's a mix between all those things, but most say that you should feel calm around them, like they're a breath of fresh air," Donnie pauses to take a sip of his coffee, grimacing when he realized it was luke-warm.

Raph nodded, licking his lips, his pulse quickening. "So, you're saying it is a crush?"

Donnie shrugged, leaning back in his chair. "I can't tell you how you feel, Raph. I can tell you what I see, from both you and Y/n, but you're the only one who's going to know,"

"But I don't know! And what if I'm wrong?" Raph rubs his head, getting upset. "What if I ask them out and they say no or what if we go on a date and I realize I don't like them and then I've ruined our friendship?"

"I think..." Donnie pushed his glasses up his nose. "You are way too stressed over this situation to not have feelings for them. Just, think about it, not just what you feel, but what you want. Do you want to go on dates with them? Hold hands? Kiss them? That stuff should tell you whether you like them,"

Raph almost took his questions seriously, but quickly shut his mouth before he answered. Raph laughed quietly, running a hand across his bald head.

"I think you should go get some sleep," Donnie snorted. "You look exhausted,"

"Speak fer yourself, genius," Even with the insults, Raph nodded, standing from the chair, it squeaking against the floor. "Thanks for listenin', Don," He mumbles, looking at the floor.

"Anytime," Donnie leans forward, lightly punching Raph's arm. They both laugh softly before Raph sighs and heads back to bed.

Laying down he pulls his comforter to his neck, rolling on his side, thinking about what Don had said.

Did he want to take you on dates? What kind of dates would he even be able to go on? Movie nights with cheesy rom-coms that you laugh at every time? Walks in the park while you wear something that he made you?

Hold your very small and very soft hands? He's not sure if he could given he only had two fingers. Did he want to kiss your lips? The ones that always have lip balm on, that smell like strawberry and frame your smile.

He sighed, picking up his phone and going to his photos. On your birthday you’d taken a selfie with him, one of the only pictures he had of himself and you were in it. 

You had such a bright smile.

He opened up your messages, feeling an inner battle brewing. Taking a deep breath, he made up his mind. 

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Early Monday morning you’re up before 5 getting ready for work; while brushing your teeth, your phone goes off. Rinsing your mouth you open your phone expecting to see Raph’s ‘good morning’ message. Instead, Donnie’s name pops up; raising an eyebrow you open the message. 

Donnie: called it, Raph admitted he has feelings for you, expect a phone call or text in the next twelve hours, pay up $$$

Your face warmed, a grin breaking out across your face. A few weeks ago, Mikey had started to make comments about you and Raph, and how strangely close you guys were. You brushed it off, not thinking too much into it, Mikey always teased you. Then Donnie and Leo both started making comments as well, Donnie took pity of your blushing face and told you it was obvious Raph had a crush on you. 

And Donnie, being the little shit he is, made it a bet. And now you owed him 50 bucks. 

Even as your PayPal hurt sending the money to him, your grin got even wider seeing another message pop up. 

Raph <3: Hey, wanna hangout later? There’s something I want to tell you

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tags: @flufftober @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch

[wrestlingisfake]

Saw this on Twitter, from a 1983 issue of Gong magazine. I'm trying to use Google Translate (and a little common sense) to figure out who everybody is.

Hulk Hogan (roller skating in California)

Bruiser Brody (riding the space shuttle, piloted by a gorilla)

Terry Funk and Dory Funk Jr. (falling off a horse)

Fritz, Kevin, Kerry, and David Von Erich (standing together in Texas)

Ric Flair (literally jet-flying, wearing the NWA world title)

Harley Race (in Missouri, punching out the Funks' horse)

Ted DiBiase and the Junkyard Dog (dressed like jazz guys, to represent New Orleans and Mid-South)

Verne Gagne (in Minnesota, giving the thumbs up)

Nick Bockwinkel (holding the AWA world title)

Dick the Bruiser (dressed like a Chicago gangster)

Jerry Lawler (dressed like Elvis because he's in Memphis; a curious foreshadowing of his cousin becoming Honky Tonk Man in 1986)

Stan Hansen (wearing a cowboy hat, standing in Georgia)

Ricky Steamboat (in the Carolinas, pointing at Lawler)

Andre the Giant (standing between Canada and New York)

Dusty Rhodes (representing Florida, riding the surfboard)

Bob Backlund (swinging off the Statue of Liberty, wearing the WWF world title)

[blowflyfag]

Wrestling Eye: November 1992

Shawn Michaels: A SINGULAR SENSATION! 

By Steve Muller

Transcript Below!!!

[Shawn Seems to be enjoying his new found success.]

Shawn Michael’s classic philosophic turn from babyfaced hero to arrogant, conceited bad guy was completed when he threw his longtime partner, Marty Jannetty, head-first through the plate glass window of Brutus Beefcake’s Barber Shop. If it was not the end of an era, it was certainly the end of the beginning of one. Until that rather dramatic partnership dissolution, the Rockers tag team had been one of the most successful duos in the mat sport’s history. 

Bugun as the Midnight Rockers in Verne Gagne’s now defunct and almost forgotten American Wrestling Associate, the Rockers were among the most exciting high flying teams this side of Japan. They became AWA World Champions at a very young age and it seemed they were destined to join teams like the Bastien Brothers, The Fabulous Kangaroos, the Graham Brothers, the Midnight Express and the Road Warriors in wrestling’s mythical Tag Team Hall of Fame. 

Indeed the Rockers possessed all the important elements necessary for tag team success as well as a few extras. They worked well in the ring together and employed complimentary styles. They moved dynamically and complicated teamwork was executed smoothly. Loaded with charisma, they excelled on interviews and in involving the arena crowds in their own personal dramas.

The Rockers were major successes not only in the AWA But on the independent circuit and then in the WWF, the Land of the Super Giants, where they excelled despite their relatively average size. Unfortunately, success did not last for Rockers. Insiders now say the team was doomed to fall from its inception. The team had a fatal flaw that eventually destroyed it.  Outside the ring, Marty Jannetty and Shawn Michaels simply did not like each other/ Perhaps the mutual dislike developed  from a kind of friendly rivalry that often develops between longtime team members,  perhaps they never really liked each other only because they were so successful in the ring. But whatever the cause, the Rockers team had no future. 

The fated break-up was foreshadowed many times. Once, in a hotel in London, after a tough match, Micheals and Jannetty were stopped from punching each other into oblivion only by the quick intercession of WWF road managers. Another time, when there were no managers present, the tag duo battled each other in a parking lot behind a denver saloon, The two tag partners beat each other so badly that they had to be pulled off television for a month. 

The breakup of the team and subsequent emergence of Shawn Michaels as a major singles star was one of the best handled pieces of booking ever by the WWF brain trust. Shawn Michaels was craftily depicted as the cause of the breakup. 

 [Shawn and Sherri are quite a pair!]

During the buildup of the angle, Micahels slowly developed an arrogant, nasty persona. He repeatedly reprimanded Jannetty during matches for mistakes, mostly imagined ones, in full view of the arena crowd. Michaels utilized many tricks to steal the spotlight from his partner including refusing to tag out during easy television matches and pretending to leave the ring with Jannetty after a victory, only to return to it to enjoy the applause of the crowd alone. Shawn acted as if he were solely responsible for the team’s success. And the fans began to truly hate him. 

After the break-up took place, hardcore fans expected an exciting series of four star bouts between Jannetty and Micahels, both accomplished ring technicians and aerial move artists. 

Unfortunately, that was not to be.

Marty Jannetty experienced some legal problems, and amid a cloud of rumors, left the WWF. He continued to wrestle on the independent circuit, and now that his legal problems have been resolved, there are rumors circulating that he will return to the WWF to feud with his former partner. However, at this time of this writing, the possibility of any Jannetty/Michaels matches is pure speculation. What is not speculation, however, is the amazing success Michaels has enjoyed since the break-up.

Shawn Michaels is now one of the WWF’s top singles stars and one of their top three villains. His interaction with new manager and spiritual cohort, Sensational Sherri clearly has established his new egotistical “boy-toy” persona. Additionally, his already great ring skills are increasing. Some of the matches in his continuing feud with Bret Hart for the Intercontinental Title have been cited by experts as among the WWF’s best of the year–a major accomplishment even if it is a somewhat slow year for great matches in the WWF. There are some who believe that Michaels will eventually win the I-C belt and may already have done so by the time you read this. 

[Watch out, Shawn may be coming after you!]

Additionally, in the land of comic book mutants and graveyard denizens that the WWF has become, Michaels stands out as the wrestler who has gained success the old fashioned way–he has earned it through hard work in the ring and well planned character development outside of it. Michaels is a throwback to the days in the WWF when wrestlers had real names and believable personas. It seems Michaels has stepped directly out of those halcyon days when wrestlers were called Bruno, Pedor,, Bobby and Buddy, not Undertaker, Ultimate Warrior, Bezerker, or Mountie. 

[Michaels is determined to wear gold in the near future]

Also, impressive is the transition itself, from tag to singles wrestling. Very few wrestlers have been able to make this change successfully, and even fewer have become bigger stars in singles competition than they were as part of a tag team. It seems that Michaels, together with Sensational Sherri, or the Sensational Sherri look-alike who remains unidentified but who has appeared with Michaels at arenas across America, will become a major star for a long time in the WWF. Experts have predicted that the WWF of the future. The WWF without Hulk Hogan, will be a time dominated by wrestlers ranging from Lex Luger to Sid Vicious/Justice to the Ultimate Warrior.

The experts may be wrong this time. The future WWF may well be a federation dominated by Shawn Micahels. Try it on: Shawn Micahels, World Wrestling Federation Heavyweight Champion. It does have kind of an innovative ring to it. After all, how long has it been since the WWF had a heavyweight champion with two names, a first and a last, neither of which are a nickname? Is the world really ready for this? From this writer’s standpoint, one can only hope so.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

No One's Coming to Save You

for Angstpril, Day 21: You're on Your Own, Kid

cw: violence, beating, broken bones, death/murder mentions, adult language

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It was his own fault. Telling Uriah to make him useful, asking to be set loose on his other enemies. Unsurprisingly, someone with as much power as Uriah had plenty. Not all of whom needed to be eliminated, but enough to keep Lex busy.

It wasn't that bad. Sometimes he could even pretend it was like the old days. Just another contract, and when he completed it, he'd collect payment and go home. But every shift of his hands, every command Uriah's voice issued from the collar, reminded him of the truth.

Target of the day was someone Fox had been trying to take out for months; a travel agent who helped Redlined under the table. Someone who Lex would've held in high regard, if not for the fact that admiration made it harder to carry out a death sentence. There was nothing he could do but ensure a painless end; better than he'd get if he failed Uriah. What a shame Fiona Verne hadn't been able to hide forever.

He'd staked out the agency she worked at, learning quickly that she liked to stay late, and deciding he'd act after hours. Nothing subtle. He'd smash in windows, break some furniture. 

"But no fire," Uriah had instructed. "I don't want this to be tied to you in any way."

Verne was still at her desk, a single light shining over her, when the sun went down. No headlights in the distance, no record of heroes patrolling this corner of the city at this hour. Time to act.

Lex pulled his mask over his nose and made a dash for the front of the agency, punching through the window with little effort and climbing over the shards. An alarm blared from somewhere inside the building as he stalked towards Verne's desk, but it didn't matter. He'd be quick.

Verne had fallen out of her chair, and was staring up at him with an expression of disbelieving fear as he approached, trying fruitlessly to back away.

Quick and painless. He'd snap her neck, and it would be over, and he could go home and try to sleep.

He reached for her, dust from the window reflecting off his gloves like glitter, and she held up a hand as if to shield herself—

"Mom?" came a voice behind him, young and horrified. "Mom?"

Looking back was instinctive, even though Lex knew he shouldn't. There was a dark haired boy staring up at him through the screen of the monitor, eyes wide.

"Leave her alone!"

"It's oka—it's okay, Sean," Verne's voice came out shaky, and when he glanced back at her, there were tears trailing down her cheeks.

"I won't fight you," she said. "J-just don't hurt my son."

Fuck.

"What's taking so long?" Uriah's voice was in his ear. "There's a hero team inbound. Tick tock."

(Clock, dock, flock, hawk.)

"I'll take care of it," he muttered, but the kid was sobbing now, and Fiona's head was bowed, one hand clamped over her mouth as her shoulders shook.

He should shut off the computer, or just punch through the screen. He should drag her outside and break her neck. He should've never hesitated in the first place, he should—

"Stop where you are!"

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

"Oh Alexei, what did I tell you?" Uriah murmured, as Lex slowly turned to face the voice's owner.

It was a Hero team of four, masks and colorful costumes marking them as a more commercialized group. He couldn't remember their name—'Searchlight Squad' or something like that—but he knew they were all on Titanium's payroll. 

"Requesting extraction," Lex whispered. "I know these guys get a lot of publicity."

"Denied," Uriah replied. "You're correct. They have a reality television show. Since you can't kill a single, unpowered woman, try and get back to HQ without being unmasked."

Fiona was on her feet now, sprinting for the door. Lex began to back away from the team, looking for the best place to make his escape. Nothing obvious in the main office, but maybe they had a fire exit in the back…

"If you don't want me unmasked, maybe you should call off your crimefighters," he said, eyes never leaving the group.

Two of them had started to approach; a tall woman with a swirling pattern on her jumpsuit, and a muscular man wearing a huge grin. Lex took another slow step back, wracking his brain as he tried to recall what their powers were. The man clearly possessed super-strength, and he knew one of the team could talk to animals, but he doubted it was the woman.

"Mmm, I don't think so," Uriah said. "You see, you're just another villain right now. You have no significance, and more importantly, no ties to me."

"Unless I tell them."

"Is that a threat, Alexei?"

Lex grimaced. The pair hadn't lunged yet. As soon as he got to the back wall, he'd make a dash for the break room. There had to be another door, or at least a window.

"Disengage, and report back to Titanium," Uriah continued when he didn't respond. "Or don't, and let them drag you back to prison. No fire." And the comm went dead.

He knew he shouldn't have expected any less. He didn't know why it still hurt.

"Surrender now, and you'll be shown mercy," the woman in the jumpsuit shouted. The duo was closer now, twenty feet away.

Mercy. What a joke. The Tower thought it was merciful for letting him stay alive. Uriah thought he was merciful for making Lex his property.

He took another step, and his back hit the wall. Time to run. 

Lex surged forwards, grabbing a computer monitor and chucking it at the male, dodging the woman's attack—was that an air blast?—at the same time.

Of course, she had aerokinesis. Just like Overkast.

The man took the bait, punching the computer screen out of the air and halting long enough for Lex to reach the door at the back of the office.

But even as he pushed it open—

"Hold it right there!"

A gust of wind threw him backwards, temporarily stealing his breath with its force. Lex rolled as he hit the ground, looking for another opening. The other half of the team was posted outside, but given that neither had come charging in, it was safe to assume their powers weren't combat related. Maybe he could get past them.

He ran at the big man, dodging a punch and kicking off his stomach like a springboard, then tumbling away from another air blast and coming back to his feet in front of the shattered window.

Teams like this were built for flashy confrontation, but he was made for quick strikes and evasion. As he'd suspected, the pair outside looked more ready to flee than try and stop him, one of them diving aside as he leapt through the window, throwing up an arm to shield his face from the jagged glass.

He was a second too late to realize she wasn't dodging. She was getting a better angle. A shining purple net flew from her fingertips, wrapping around him, tangling around his legs and sending him crashing to the ground.

Lex tried to feel for the edge of the net and yank it off, but his metal fingers were made for function, not touch, and it was hopeless. He tried gripping it tightly and tearing it apart, but the thing didn't seem to be made out of regular rope.

Shit, shit, shit.

Uriah had said no fire, but maybe he could use it to get away, maybe—

A boot collided with his chest, knocking the wind out of him. He fought past the discomfort, rolling into his side, trying to regain his footing through the tangle of net—

Wham!

Another blow caught him across the face and he fell, spitting blood.

"Another one for the books," said a voice above him, the jumpsuit woman. The finality in her tone, the air of command, reminded him oddly of his mother. "Good work, Weaver. How 'bout you make us a pair of handcuffs?"

The edge of the net tickled Lex's nose, and he grabbed for it, holding on as he dodged another blow and stood, pulling the net off and turning to run.

He heard the air blast coming, but wasn't quick enough to dodge; it sent him airborne, and he hit the ground hard, landing in the alley across from the travel agency. He was on his feet again in an instant, but the team was already on him, blocking his path.

Dead end behind him, Heroes in front. Onwards and upwards.

He kicked off the wall, catching a blow to the ribs as he caught hold of a window ledge and hefted himself up, towards the roof.

"He's getting away! Crash—!"

"I got him."

Lex took off sprinting across the rooftop, trying to outrun the thudding footsteps behind him, making a beeline for the edge, preparing to jump—

—And being struck from behind, the wind knocked out of him as he was tackled to the ground.

The big guy was on top of him, aiming heavy blows at the side of his head. Lex got his arms under him and pushed up, managing to unbalance the man just enough to pull himself out from under, but the guy closed a hand around his ankle, dragging him back.

It was all he could do to flip himself over and get his arms up to protect his head before he was pinned again, the big guy raining frustrated punches down on him.

"You shoulda— stayed down— the first time—!"

A punch grazed Lex's jaw. Another caught him in the temple, spiking his vision with white, but the big guy didn't stop. 

Eventually, he felt the pressure let up from his chest. He squinted through the blood flowing from a cut on his forehead to see the other man standing up. Lex tried to roll over, tried to crawl away, but his movements were slow, and his efforts were rewarded with a flurry of kicks.

A knee pushed into his back, right between his shoulder blades, and he winced as the man grabbed a fistful of hair, jerked his head back, and slammed it into the concrete rooftop, sending an explosion of pain through his skull.

"Stay the fuck down," he said, and as he got up, footsteps moving away, Lex felt very, very tempted to obey. Even just lifting his head hurt. But he knew what was waiting for him if he didn't get moving.

The moment the big guy disappeared over the side of the building, Lex started to push himself up, trying not to let any audible winces escape as he struggled to his feet.

He couldn't wait, couldn't let himself take it easy. There was no time to lose. (Choose, bruise.) He tore off his mask, chucking it onto the next roof over and praying it would be enough to lead the team away, then moving to climb down into the alley below. Just as he was lowering himself, a hand reached up from the side opposite him.

Not seeing another option, Lex let himself drop, the sudden sensation of falling punctuated by the white hot crack of a bone. Fear and adrenaline taking over, he threw himself into a nearby dumpster and pulled the lid closed over him, clamping both hands over his mouth to try and muffle a whimper as the voice of the big guy, two stories above him, began to hurl curses at the sky.

He didn't know how long he lay there; ankle throbbing, the slightest shift of movement sending a ripple of pain through him, blood sticky on his face. He was sure he'd broken a few glass bottles when he'd jumped in, but was afraid to check himself for lacerations. It wasn't like counting his wounds would make them go away.

The world outside was pitch black when the comms finally crackled back to life.

"You've been in one spot for hours, Alexei. Tell me you're still alive."

Lex took a breath before answering, a hopeless effort to steady his voice. "S-still alive."

"Mm. I shouldn't have doubted your tenacity. I want you back at HQ by sunrise."

He hated himself for even asking, but Titanium was miles away, and he knew something in his leg had snapped when he'd hit the ground. "Is someone coming to collect me?"

"Transportation is only provided for successful missions, I'm afraid."

Lex clenched his jaw. Under any other circumstance, he'd find a way to bear it. But with a deadline that couldn't be more than a few hours away... "Please. I-I think I broke something. I don't know if I can make it back by dawn."

Uriah let out a low chuckle. "Then you'd better start walking."

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@whumpacabra @enteredin2eternity @kixngiggles @whumpsday @kiichu @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @shywhumpauthor @distinctlywhumpthing

[akesdraws-blog]

🎄~° Grinch-meter °~ | Part. 1 | 🎄

Alright everyone, we are a few hours away from December 24, better known as Christmas Eve.

Although these dates may be the most joyful and exciting for some, we all have a time when our Christmas spirit is waning. I call it "Grinch-meter".

Now in my opinion, these would be some times when the "Grinch-meter" of the Bayverse boys would start to fill up and how this percentage could be reduced.

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♥️ Raphael 🌡️ °•With a "Grinch-meter" of 45%•°

Although Raph tries to look like a true Grinch these days, he melts when he's in charge of the drinks, whether it's Christmas fruit punch, hot chocolate, or even eggnog. Also, even though our big red boy doesn't like to accept he loves to give away some lovingly knitted warm clothes for his family and friends. What will make your "Grinch-meter" begin to fill will be... Christmas commercial constants Those commercials that interrupt his favorite show just at the best moment, but that's not the only reason, but the fact that he always sees the perfect human family, which became an impossible dream for him since he was a child. Those commercials are just an annoying reminder of what he can never have his family.

❄️How do we reduce that percentage?❄️

☃️Friends⛄ Find a good Vin Diesel movie, if you prepare a movie marathon for him it will be the best night for the huge turtle in red. Some cookies and hot chocolate while you enjoy the movies will relax you a lot. Shall we add something else? Get all the family and friends together to head over to the old Sacks estate (which Vern bought) for a fun snowball fight. There's nothing better than having a snow fight at the place where they almost got killed by the mutagen in their blood, great plan right?

❣️Couple❣️ Being his partner this season, you will have to remind him of one thing that he tends to forget a lot. He and his family are perfect just the way they are. He holds his hand as you tell him everything you love about being around him, and tell him when you've had fun with his family. He will become a huge bear in need of hugs, so give him lots. (If you add a little eggnog to those hugs you will have given him a wonderful night)

🧡Michelangelo🌡️ °•With a "Grinch-meter" of 50% •°

Mikey is a lover of Christmas, his Christmas spirit tends to overflow so much that it is contagious to anyone around him. He was able to spend an entire week making the decorations just right, finding the most delicious recipe for Christmas pudding, even making tons of gingerbread men for his family. But what makes this boy's meter fill up? The fights. When he sees his family start an argument when they're at dinner or maybe watching a movie, he makes our sunshine's heart squeeze, making him want to step away from all that fighting for a moment. The food that he took so long to prepare was now scattered on the floor and the decorations were smashed by some things that were thrown into the air. He usually goes to his room or just sits on his drums for a while playing with his drumsticks without making a single noise. He just stares at everything, making one question go through his head a lot “Isn't the family supposed to enjoy Christmas together?” His spirit seems to be going downhill fast. He knows they're not the perfect magazine cover family, but he goes to great lengths to make sure his siblings enjoy their dates. Mikey is not made of steel, he also gets tired of being the emotional relief of the family.

❄️How do we reduce that percentage?❄️

☃️Friends⛄ As a friend you are the hand of his new emotional pillar, make him laugh with bad jokes, funny faces, even with a very bad imitation of his brothers. If the brothers were sent to the Ja'shi it will be time for jokes. Leonardo was balancing not only some eggs, but also a pair of feet courtesy of you. Raphael had to endure annoying tickling on the sole of his foot as he tried to keep his balance. Donatello was bothered by his drone that you were flying while he was trying to keep his lunch in his stomach. They would stay there until dinner was ready and Mikey would take all the time he wanted to get everything ready again.

❣️Couple❣️ Being her partner you will have to be by her side once you notice her absence or her strange silence. Give him words of encouragement and lots of cuddles as well as hugs. (A couple of kisses on the cheeks from her will also go down very well.) And don't forget to make him laugh, even if you're not the best at telling jokes, it doesn't matter, Mikey will appreciate the effort you put into making him smile. His siblings will soon also get closer when they notice how distant their orange brother is, they know how sensitive he is at this time, so they will apologize for having argued and ruined everything.

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I'll have Leo and Donnie soon, I'm still working on them.

@post-apocalyptic-daydream. @turtle-babe83. @turtlesmakemehappy. @dilucsflame33. @thelaundrybitch. @scholastic-dragon.

[jamessxcarstairs]

Here is my list of literary references in Clockwork Prince! Tessa and Will love their Wilkie Collins.

The Thousand and One Nights – collection of Middle Eastern folktales

The Hidden Hand – book by E. D. E. N. Southworth

Hamlet – play by William Shakespeare

Christabel – poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The Castle of Otranto – book by Horace Walpole

Vathek – book by William Beckford

Dialogues of the Gods – collection of dialogues by Lucian of Samosata

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall – book by Anne Bronte

Wuthering Heights – book by Emily Bronte

The Vicar of Bullhampton – book by Anthony Trollope

Desperate Remedies – book by Thomas Hardy

The New Magdalen – book by Wilkie Collins

The Law and the Lady – book by Wilkie Collins

The Two Destinies – book by Wilkie Collins

Child of the Cavern – book by Jules Verne

Punch – a satirical magazine published in the Victorian era

Vanity Fair – book by William Makepeace Thackeray

[griffinappreciator]

Griffin has been my blorbo for over a decade, so I get really hyped when I see anyone else being invested in him.

I haven't actually read any Verne yet, but he's on my list.

yo thats such a long time to have Griffin float around and curse at you in your head

but i totally get it like i feel like punching a hole through the wall any time i come across horrendous terrible rude man content <3

(i assume the verne thing is referring to my mention of the first men in the moon maybe? cause thats actually also by wells and i myself havent read anything by verne either. YET. cause i feel like i would absolutely eat his stories up)

[mydisenchantedeulogy]

Blue Jeans [Chapter Five] Piece By Piece [Ace Merrill]

Warning(s): cloud 9, disappointment, bullying, Ace being Ace, comfort, slight manipulation, OFC.

No Minors Allowed!!

The following weekdays flew by quickly and before Elise knew it, the release date for The Brain That Wouldn't Die had come. She woke up early that morning on cloud nine. 

In addition, her father was visiting from Castle View for the weekend. It put a small damper on her mood that she could not catch up with him until Saturday morning due to her shift and the date, but the feeling soon passed as Elise reminded herself what the day had in store. Besides, her father would understand. 

Before her shift, Elise laid out a pair of slim-fit jeans and a cute button-down blouse, intending to return home, bathe, and then get ready before the movie. Ace suggested picking her up at the house, but to avoid judgment from her mother or questions from her grandmother, she asked him to meet her in front of Irby's Pool Hall instead. 

Everything seemed to be moving along smoothly until Elise got to the diner and Nan called her into the office. Bobbie, the dishwasher, shrugged his shoulders as she walked in as if to say he wasn't sure if it was good or bad. Honestly, she was nervous.

Nan sat down in her chair with a huff and rested her arm on the counter; her hair was pulled up in a tight beehive style. 

“Myra called out tonight.”

Elise figured as much. She had plans to go to the drive-in with them. 

“We're completely understaffed. ‘Sides Tammy, there ain't another waitress on the afternoon shift.” Nan paused to look at what appeared to be a written schedule on her desk. “Damn girl didn't give me a warning beforehand, and I tell you, if I had another option I'd go with it, but I don't.” 

Elise could see where this was heading. She tightened her jaw and waited for the bad news.

“Do you mind working doubles today? I already asked Liza but she can't do it,” Nan asked. 

A tight uneasy feeling overtook Elise. It felt like someone had punched her in the gut. She could easily say no, but Nan was a nice woman; she hated to leave her in a bind. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she shook her head. 

“I can do it.”

Nan grinned. 

“I knew I could count on you, hon.”

Elise left the office with a deflated look on her face, ignoring Bobbie’s questioning stare as she grabbed a clean apron and headed out front. Liza met her at the counter with a wide smile, but as soon as she saw the disappointment in her eyes, she frowned.

“What’s wrong? Who do I have to choke?”

The blonde snorted and blinked away her tears. 

“No one. It's just going to be a long day.”

And it was.

To make matters worse, when the next shift rolled around, Elise had a feeling that Tammy had it out for her, for some reason. Every move she made was met with scrutiny and spite. And then when she introduced herself to the kitchen staff, Sophia Burchill, the cook referred to her as ‘The’ Elise, an indication that someone on the afternoon shift was talking about her, and not in a good way, Elise reckoned.

It was a mess. 

Her only moment of comfort came when Gordie and Chris walked in. Despite being a few years older than them, she was more than happy to see them. 

“No Vern or Teddy today,” she asked, bringing the menus over to the booth. 

Like before Gordie gave her a wide-eyed look, surprised to see her, until Chris answered for them. 

“Busy, I reckon. Teddy is sometimes in summer school. Don't know when he gets out.”

Bummer. Elise took out her server pad.

“What can I get you both?” 

After taking their orders, she took the guest check over to the Pass and put it on the counter. Sophia peeked into the front of the house and snorted. 

“Those little shits again.”

Elise raised a brow. Did she mean Chris and Gordie? 

“They're nice. I like them.” 

Sophia grinned and then wiped her sweaty face with a spare rag; her blonde bangs stuck to her forehead. 

“You like Ace don't you?”

Elise felt her face heat up, but she ignored it and nodded. 

“He's been nice to me so far.”

“I'm sure he has, hon. A guy like Ace is always nice to the pretty ones.” Sophia paused and motioned with her head towards the two teens. “Hang around with that lot and you'll see how fast his attitude toward you will change, pretty or not.” 

What did she mean? Elise narrowed her eyes, then turned and walked away. Whatever business Ace had with the teens was his, not hers. She poured their drinks, then brought them to the table with a scowl on her face, an action that didn't go unnoticed by Gordie.

“Are you OK?” He asked.

Chris raised a curious brow, glancing at her.

“Double shits are not for everyone,” Elise uttered with a forced smile. She opted not to mention the other reason why she was in a foul mood, and took an uneasy breath.

“Were you made to?” Gordie asked. 

The blonde shook her head. 

“I had a date planned but I didn't want to leave Nan in bad shape. And it's not like it'll be a permanent thing.”

She hoped not anyway; she didn't much like the people on the late shift. 

“You had a date?” Gordie asked in dismay.

Chris was not sure why he was asking, other than him possibly having a crush on Elise. Poor guy.

“That's none of our business, right Gordie.” 

The brunette shot him a look of annoyance, then shook his head.

“Sorry,” Gordie uttered.

Elise chuckled. She did not mind the small talk. It was honestly a breath of fresh air. But after the two left, her misery continued. The dinner rush was much worse than breakfast, and by the time it finally died down, Elise was exhausted, mentally and physically. Luckily the shift ended soon. 

Wiping down the counter, she heard the familiar chime of the doorbell and forced a smile.

An hour to go. I can do this. 

“Sit where you like. I'll be right–”

Her welcome caught in her throat as she saw Myra and a brunette, whom Elise was certain she had seen before, walk in, dolled up in cute blouses and makeup that made their eyes look bigger. And to make matters worse, Ace and his friends were right behind them. 

Elise avoided the blonde as she gathered menus from the plastic stand, but she had to admit, he looked good in a motorcycle jacket. It would have been nice to have watched the movie with him. When she dared another glance, she noticed the brunette leaning on the counter, staring at her.

“Elise right? ‘The’ Elise.” She asked.

There was that nickname again. The blonde tightened her jaw. She was certain that Myra, who had sprinted into the kitchen for some reason, was the one behind it. Elise was too tired and dispirited to care. 

She answered the brunette's question with a nod.

“It's a real bummer you couldn't join us.”

“Yeah…bummer,” Elise uttered. Her voice cracked a bit. 

The brunette grinned. 

“You know–”

“Why don't you stop harassing the staff and go sit down, Cora.” Ace wore a smile as he leaned over the counter beside her, but his eyes were dark as if he was challenging her to talk back to him. 

Cora forced a smile and went to sit down beside Charlie Hogan. 

“She's right though. It was a bummer without you,” Ace stated. 

Sure it was. Elise took a deep breath to calm herself. She was starting to feel overwhelmed. 

“The staff will be right with you. Please sit down.”

Ace tilted his head and grinned. 

“You mad at me?”

“I have no reason to be,” Elise admitted. 

It was Myra who she was mad at. She hated to think less of someone, but she had a feeling the woman used her. She needed an opportunity and Elise walked right in and handed it to her.

Speaking of which…

A choir of guffaws tore through the air, and then Myra and Tammy walked out from the back. As the night shift manager, the dark-haired woman rarely lifted a finger to help, unless she was raring to berate Elise. Seeing her come out of the office and turn her attention to the blonde worried her a bit.

“Take a break, Elise. You look like you need one.”

Myra snorted. 

What was her deal? Elise tightened her jaw, but she did not disagree with Tammy. Honestly, she needed a moment to breathe; she was on the verge of tearing up. Sitting the menus back down, she quickly walked outside and stood against the building near Norway Bank and Trust. 

A soreness in her throat made her tighten her jaw. Why was she being bullied? Was it because of Ace? Because he seemed to fancy her? That was an ignorant reason to pick on someone. Elise took a deep breath but after the day she had; the disappointment, the verbal abuse, she couldn't hold back her tears.

Things that did not necessarily bother her before suddenly did; her poor relationship with her mother, and her father's absence. It was like a door had been opened. Everything that led up to the move came tumbling out and the events of tonight became insignificant.

Elise sobbed.

I hate this. I hate–

The chime of a bell interrupted her. She widened her eyes and quickly dried them, just as Ace sauntered around the corner. 

“There you are.”

“Yeah…I–” She paused and cleared her throat. Her voice sounded weak and broken. “If you need something, Tammy can take care of it.”

Ace snorted and leaned against the wall beside her. Even under the dim light, he could see that Elise had been crying. The girls often took things too far.

“You want me to go? I can turn back around,” Ace asked, motioning behind him.

Elise sighed. That wasn't fair.

“No.”

Ace grinned.

“Don't take what girls say to heart. They can be ruthless, even to one another.” 

“They're bitches,” Elise uttered in spite.

Her statement made Ace snort. He liked her fire, but he preferred her innocence; it was much more of a turn-on. Stepping in front of her, he poked her nose in warning. 

“Behave.” The irritation in her eyes amused him. He leaned down, whispering. “You're not wrong though.” 

Elise chuckled. She felt a little better at least. 

“So what…you came out here to tell me to ignore them.”

“I came out here to ask for a refill, but whatever makes you feel better, darling,” Ace lied. 

How did he do it? How did he make her feel the way he did? Like all her worries were insignificant in contrast to him. Elise hardly knew him. She suppressed a smile and glanced into his eyes. They were a dark shade of blue that reminded her of storm clouds. 

“You have pretty eyes.” 

“Is that so?” Ace asked. 

He thought about it, about kissing her. It wouldn't be hard to get a reaction out of her; she was emotional at the moment. Ace did not want that. So instead, he did something out of character; he opened his arms and hugged her. 

Elise rested her hand against his chest and pushed him back, an action that took Ace off guard. 

“I'm covered in grease.”

Ace snorted. Was that all? 

“Awe. I'm flattered.” 

Elise turned up her eyes. She warned him, at least. Sliding her hand around his back, she pressed herself against his chest.

“I hope you like the smell of burgers and sweat.” 

Ace hugged her back. She did reek of today’s special. 

“You should be more concerned about how you plan to repay me for this. My kindness doesn't come cheap, you know.”

Elise hummed, enjoying the warmth of his body and the vibration of his voice. 

“I'm open to suggestions.”

Ace grinned. He had her hook, line, and sinker. 

“Go out with me tomorrow. Just us.”

“My dad is visiting from Castle View for the weekend,” Elise retorted. 

She missed him.

“Tomorrow evening then,” Ace suggested. “You can see him in the morning, then the rest of the day you'll be mine.”

For some reason, Elise liked the sound of that. Her heart began to race. 

“Fine. Tomorrow evening.”

Ace knew she'd agree. He slid a hand into her hair and patted her head. All the pieces were starting to fall into place. 

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s01ep06 "Go Fly a Kite" Review and Commentary

Link to previous episodes HERE

You know, I'm really having a blast writing up these posts. A big thank you to those of you who are reading these. Glad you're enjoying them.

In this episode: Electricity ceases to exist because Verne thinks he's adopted. Also, Marty is the Smart One for 2 and a half seconds.

We get a fun little surprise in this episode, which starts with a clip from the first BTTF film! It's a quick one, but we get to see the lightning striking the clock tower and Marty traveling back to 1985. Prior to this, we haven't gotten any footage from the movies woven into the episodes, so that's neat. Of course, its inclusion is due to electricity playing a big role in today's episode.

After the clip, we go to Real Doc in his lab, who continues to barely blink during these segments. If you've been keeping up with these posts, you're aware of my concern for Animated Series Real Doc. He's like Movie Doc but turned up 5 or 6 extra notches. There is a frantic, crazed air about him that isn't present in Movie Doc. A tangible sense of "some sort of fuse has blown in this man's brain" that I can't quite put my finger on, but it is there. Animated Series Real Doc is bananas.

I think—I think that Doc needs to go on a vacation. A nice, calm, relaxing vacation to a tropical island where he can sit on the beach and listen to seagulls and waves crashing. He needs to de-stress.

Real Doc tells us about Benjamin Franklin inventing the lightning rod, and how he was actually present on the night Franklin did his kite experiment. This brings us into the cartoon portion of the episode.

Jules and Verne are playing some sort of high-tech board game, complete with little holograph versions of themselves traveling around the board. Jules wins, and we see a tally chart indicating he's won the game 35 times, while Verne has won only once. When Verne asks how Jules always manages to win, Jules replies, "Face it, Verne, you lack the basic intellectual skills one would naturally expect in a member of the Brown lineage." He goes on to say that Verne isn't good at science and that he doesn't resemble their mother or father. While he's piling on all these insults, Verne is hitting a punching bag that has a picture of Jules drawn on it.

Jules says the logical conclusion is that Verne is adopted. Clara calls the boys to come eat then, to which Jules turns to his brother and says, "Ah, that would be my biological mother. Would you care to join my family for dinner?" He is being terrible. Poor Vernie.

Jules goes on to point out that there's a mysterious lack of baby pictures of Verne. "For all we know, you might even be a Tannen," he says, which makes Verne storm out of the treehouse in his little motorized car.

Meanwhile, Doc is in his lab putting the finishing touches on a new invention. It's a contraption that's powered by a mini flux capacitor and allows him to take a photograph of any person throughout history just by inputting a few pieces of information. ??? I don't. I don't really understand how this would work or what the point is, but ok, Doc. Also, Einstein is wearing those gloves that give him human hands again.

I find this to be unsettling and unnecessary.

Doc is just about to test the device (having decided to take a picture of Benjamin Franklin) when Verne comes flying into the room, demanding to know if he's a Tannen or not. When he mentions not having any baby pictures, Doc then goes to type Verne's name and birthdate onto the screen but is interrupted by an alarm that signals it's time for dinner. (I like the idea of Clara activating a big blinking light and a siren to signal Doc to COME EAT. That sounds like something that would happen.)

Left alone in the lab, Verne sits on the device's keypad and activates it. Because Doc had previously typed in "Ben Franklin" and then followed it with Verne's name, the device combines the two pieces of information and prints out a photo of the two of them. The result is a picture of Benjamin Franklin holding Verne as a baby. Naturally, Verne assumes this means that Ben Franklin is his real father.

We briefly visit the Brown kitchen then, where Clara is serving dinner. She stops Doc before he can reach for the food, and is like, "Aren't we forgetting something?" (she wants him to wash his hands) and I must include Doc's full response because it is. Something.

"Yes, yes. I should launder the epidermal surface of my upper forelimbs' terminal components, utilizing a perfumed block of rendered animal fat." That is TWENTY-TWO words just to say, "Right, I should wash my hands." Doc is so extra.

Verne steals the DeLorean and travels to 1752 to meet his "real dad", and he manages to interrupt Ben Franklin's kite experiment. This then causes all lights and forms of electricity to go out in the present day since Franklin never made his discovery. Marty soon arrives at the Brown residence, having concluded that every single light going out in town must be Doc's fault somehow. Very good conclusion, Marty.

The family gets a video message from Verne—Doc has begun to convert some of the house to run on steam, which is how the video goes through—where he says goodbye to them and that he's off to be with his real father. Jules admits that he's to blame for putting the idea in Verne's head, and we learn Jules's full name as Clara angrily says it: Jules Eratosthenes Brown.

Doc laments that now Verne is lost in time with no way for them to know where he went, but Marty knows just what to do! He rewinds the video, enlarges the image, and zooms in to see the date and location programmed onto the time circuits. "Marty, you're a genius!" Doc exclaims, then grabbing Marty in a too-tight hug. (I am glad Marty's getting a moment to show his intelligence here because 1. he deserves some recognition and 2. he's been an utter bonehead thus far in this cartoon)

Marty, desperately attempting to escape Doc's affection.

Marty, Doc, and Einie take off for 1752, where they proceed to chase Verne all around. Eventually, Verne comes across a large building that has a clock tower, and he decides climbing up to the top will be a good place to hide from his "fake dad" (aka Doc).

Upon reaching the top, Verne accidentally knocks over some building materials on the roof, sending lots of bricks and pieces of metal crashing to the ground. When Doc sees the crash and resulting pile of rubble, he fears that Verne has also fallen and is buried beneath it. He starts shouting for people nearby to help, but they don't seem particularly eager.

"Don't you get it?! This is my little boy I'm talking about!" Doc says to them. "My son! My own flesh and blood! He might be hurt!"

It's all very sweet, and the words of love even reach their way all the way up to Vernie, who is listening from a ladder.

Listen. I have such a soft spot for Verne Brown. This cartoon overall is bonkers, but I really like his character a lot. He is so wildly different from the rest of the Brown family, but he and Doc have such a special bond that adds to this show. I love this scene and how he's instantly moved to tears at hearing how distraught Doc is.

Verne decides that anyone who loves him that much must be his real father, and he calls to Doc from the top of the clock tower. Unfortunately, he slips and ends up hanging off the building. Hmm...what other Brown has done this before?

Doc scrambles to the roof and takes Verne by the hand, but then Doc slips and they're both dangling from the clock. Marty and Einie arrive, and they come up with a plan to rescue Doc and Verne. I should clarify, actually, that it's Einstein who comes up with the plan. He barks, and Marty goes, "Great idea!" and runs to follow him. They fly the time train by just as Doc and Verne fall, catching them safely inside.

With that crisis averted, they now have to deal with the other one: Ben Franklin's lightning experiment being interrupted. Seeing as the sky is clear, they must "create" a storm of their own, which Doc does by creating a lot of smoke via the train, having Verne spray a hose out the window, simulating thunder by banging on a pot, and creating lighting with some sort of device that generates large amounts of static electricity. It makes Marty's hair look very silly.

He has to crank the machine while holding onto Doc, who is dangling out of the train (Doc has to aim where the bolt of lightning will go). That's right. Marty is supporting all of Doc's weight just by holding him with one hand. More evidence for my "Marty has superhuman strength" theory.

The plan is executed successfully, and we return to 1991, where all the lights turn back on. Unfortunately, Clara had to break apart and burn every chair in order to run the stove while the guys were gone, so they're all reduced to sitting around and eating on the floor.

We end the cartoon with this sweet family togetherness moment, and then we get back to Real Doc. *throws confetti*

The live-action segment begins with a lab full of Hawaiian shirts hanging on a clothesline because Doc evidently decided to do some laundry while the cartoon was happening, and he lost track of time. After getting himself back on track, he uses some socks to demonstrate static electricity. He's still not blinking.

After Bill Nye shows us a do-at-home experiment using socks and balloons, we return to Doc, who gives us perhaps the best example of static electricity because his hair looks like THIS

He goes on to tell us that he has to look his best for tonight because he's meeting Clara for dinner. Which is adorable. I love that they have special little date nights together. I wonder if Marty babysits Jules and Verne while Doc and Clara go out. I hope Doc didn't look in a mirror and met up with Clara at a nice restaurant looking like that.

Overall, I enjoyed this episode. It's definitely the most heartfelt one so far in the series, and I like that it really shows us a glimpse of what a loving, dedicated father Doc is. I do, however, feel like it's also the least funny episode so far—which makes sense given the plot, of course. But it didn't leave a lot of room for me to make funny commentary. :(

Join me next time as I skip episode 7 entirely and jump to 8 instead because episode 7 is so weird and bad that I don't want to put myself through having to write a post about it.

[daryfromthefuture]

this is my 40s doc headcanon post

because i CANNOT get him out of my brain. i'm going to yell about him for a while now sorry not sorry

have another lovely image of him before we begin

general headcanons:

he is shy. even at work he's one of the most quiet people and prefers to do his research by himself. he is NOT the type of person to actively work with his teammates. bear with him he's just very much socially awkward and a massive introvert

like he pretty much always was, he's a bookworm. he definitely took his entire jules verne book collection to los alamos you can NOT convince me otherwise

a lot of people smoked in the 40s and i can see him being convinced to try it. he genuinely doesn't like it and thus never develops a habit

what if los alamos was the place doc discovered his alcohol problem. i watched the show "manh(a)ttan" because of this interest and it was commonly shown that the people there were going out in the evening and stuff. now i don't know historically accurate the show is but i like the idea of doc going to drink some wine and feeling miserable to the extent that he swears to never touch alcohol again. at least not until 1885

no matter how many times he tries to style his hair so it's slick, it is absolutely no use. he has messy hair and it's kind of become a thing where people recognize him because of it.

ah yeah about the hair. the work on the project causes him a lot of stress and the end when he goes through a lot of emotional turmoil does too obviously. which causes his hair to go white/light blonde at age 30. damn.

also apparently exposure to radiation can cause hair to fall out so doc probably goes through that kind of episode too (he's super sad about it)

he's one of the only people on the base who don't have a family or at the very least a spouse. he's super lonely but overall absolutely the kindest person you could possibly meet there

i think, other than gaining more scientific knowledge and helping the war effort, one of emmett's main motivations to join the manhattan project is the wish to restore his reputation in hill valley. which sadly goes wrong as we all can imagine.

coffee is the only thing he runs on. he barely sleeps because he has no one to tell him to go to bed at a reasonable time

when he's invested in some sort of calculation or problem he wants to solve DO NOT DISTURB HIM or he'll snap. this is not 80s doc and this emmett has quite the pride despite it not showing on the surface

in my head he becomes one of the most important scientists credited for the results on the project. people respect him and go to him for advice even though he's still fairly young when he joins (28). the whole thing allows him to gain knowledge on plutonium and nuclear physics in general, eventually allowing him to build the delorean time machine forty years later. but it comes at a cost and doc has moments where he'd rather throw his life's work and his family fortune away in exchange for never having lived through the painful memories and guilt.

headcanons about 40s doc & marty:

while marty never visited him in canon, there might be a timeline where he did, and in that case i think doc would find this boy strange. like. even more strange than 50s doc.

depending on the timeline (post telltale game or no telltale game) doc knows him from the 30s and is like. hm. something is odd why hasn't this boy aged

if doc did not know him beforehand, he'd think he's weird for a few days, but then let him into his life as a result of deep loneliness

he and marty would form a bond stronger than he did with any of the other scientists in los alamos. why? because marty's actually interested in his life outside of the project and asks basic things such as "how are you doing" while his colleagues would most likely just suck up to him to make use of his high position

marty would punch everyone in the face who even dares to utter an insult about doc, especially post-bombings

while 50s/80s doc acts more like a father towards marty, 40s doc would be a mixture of father and best friend. 40s doc is more mature than 30s emmett but certainly resembles him in more ways than 50s doc does. he's naive and sometimes just too kind and super stubborn and thus sometimes is more interested in his own needs than in marty's.

he acceps the nickname "doc" with no hesitation

marty is the only person that doc allows himself to let his guard down around after probably wearing a stone face for a while. marty makes it clear that he would never judge or blame him and allows doc to be vulnerable around him as much as he wants/needs

they are best friends. their friendship works in every decade what else did you think

ANYWAY that's it for now

i may or may not eventually write a fic about him and his experiences (without marty, basically twin pines doc timeline) but we'll see. i make no promises

[scholastic-dragon]

I'd like to order another Bayverse ask, if that's alright? The boys having a crush on someone who is completaly oblivious to all of their flirthing attempts, so one day they just snap and kiss her but then freak out and think they messed up cause 'what if she doesn't like me like THAT?!' (hope this is not too confussing? English isn't my first language)

I got it all, don't worry! Also I am so sorry this took me so long to do :)

Bay!turtle of Choice x Fem!reader

Make Your Move

Word Count: 0.6k

Warnings: SMOOTCHES, turtles with a crush, spelling mistakes,

Summary: your turtle crush finally snaps but not to worry, the feelings are reciprocated.

It felt like years (Only six months) of just awful pick up lines, walking you home, and everything he could think of.

He thought he was being obvious, and sometimes you flirted back with that wonderful smile of yours.

Others you'd just punch his shoulder and go about whatever task you were doing.

He'd consulted his brothers, Casey, April, Master Splinter, and even Vern! They all (expect Vern) agreed that you definitely felt the same and to keep up with the flirting.

But now, after having take out with you on your apartments roof, he felt ready to snap. You were perfect, absolutely amazing.

You had the biggest heart put of anyone he'd ever met, and you cared so much about his family. You had done so much for him and his family and he'd fallen head over heels in love with you.

You were talking about your job, hand covering your mouth full of food. He wasn't listening, he could only focus on the way the wind moved your hair and the way your eyes sparkled in the moonlight.

How did you still not know?

"anyway, enough about me," You swallowd your food, taking a sip of your soda and meeting his eyes with a smile. "What about you?"

He couldn't take it anymore. Leaning across the blanket you'd brought up, he gently cupped the side of your face and pressed his lips to yours.

Oh how soft they were, and he could taste your lip balm. At your surprised squeak, a thought hit him that made his stomach turn.

What if you never returned his advances because you didn't like him? And he just kissed you!

He yanks himself away, face dark and warm, hands covering his mouth. "I am so sorry,"

You stared wide eyed, unmoving. Unconsciously, you licked your lips and it felt like a hit knife cut through his stomach.

"For what?" Was all you could manage, speaking barely above a whisper.

"I....I kissed you, I didn't mean-" He stuttered. What did he mean to do? Clearly, he had done that for a reason, and there was no excuse that could disguse what it was.

"You...you didn't have to stop,"

His head whiped up to you, chest heaving. "What?" Real great response.

You scooted over the takeout bins, kneeling in front of him, face red. "It was okay, I want you to kiss me," You leaned down, pressing a smootch right at the corner of his mouth.

His arms reached out, circling your hips and slotting his mouth over yours again. Your small hands cupped his face and he felt himself melt. You were so small to him, so perfect and delicate.

You pulled away, resting your forehead against his. "I didn't think you liked me like this,"

He laughed, actual real loud laugh, casing you to raise an eyebrow.

"I thought I was being so obvious, I've been flirting with you for six months now,"

Your face turned an even darker red and you covered your mouth, thinking back to all the moments you both had shared.

"Really?" You peep, quite embarrassed. He nods, hands rubbing up and down your arms. "Wow, I really am oblivious, April tried to tell me you liked me but I thought you were just being friendly. I'm not good at distinguishing flirting from normal banter,"

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your nose and then rubbing it with his own.

"You're perfect, you know that?" You both laughed softly, your hands wrapping around his neck and pulling him in for another solid smootch.

tags: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @happymoonangel @post-apocalyptic-daydream @dilucsflame33 @mysticboombox @sharpwindow @tmnt-tychou @strawberrycakeblog @sketch-and-write-lover

[chaerbears]

oh this may be such a long shot but im looking for a vernon fic, it was multiple parts - vernon was a guitarist(?) could've been bassist he was roommates (?) mingyu and was joining mingyus band but was super closed off and he met oc they were aiming for a battle of the bands type of situation and vern and oc start crushing on each other but he's just so closed off and cold etc etc and at the battle of the bands vernon punches someone and oc breaks up with him and i think i year passes and they reconnect i wanna reread this fic so bad it was so good i literally just lost it 😭😭😭 if anyone can help me find the author pleaseeeeee 🫂🫂🫂🫂