#so for now we're gonna see something going on the sidelines

[mewkwota]

Another little thing with a different set of siblings (only a small handful of them though). This was going with the idea of Rock inviting his buddies to stay at his place for an evening, and there are a lot more family members in that house than the last sleepover.

[lovelybrooke]

i want to see the hotel meeting again jejdjdjdjd with lucifer too!!! but maybe this time reader is starting to understand her powers? i want to see how they’ll react!!! (yea lucifer included i love him)

I wanted to write a cute little interaction between the Hotel Gang. I've been trying to come up with some stuff for the other Overlords, but it's been a struggle. This won't go over the characters reactions to reader coming back, but I will definitely do that eventually.

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"So you're just immortal?!" You've barely been back a full day, and Angel is already yelling at you.

After being gone for six whole months, coming back to the hotel was a big deal, more for the hotels inhabitants than for you. You thought it was only fair to explain how everything worked, or at least how you thought it worked.

So, about an hour was spent explaining everything. From when you fell out of a tree when you eight, to the day you got hit by a car and sent to Hell. It was definitely...a lot, and Angel was, of course, the first one to speak up.

"I-I mean yeah..." You mumble out. "I guess so..." It was all you could muster out, since you really didn't understand it yourself. You didn't like the silence, you couldn't tell what the others were thinking.

Charlie, who was sitting next to you, took your hand, "You should've told us sooner!" Her voice was strangely soft but also sad. It made you pull your hands away from her, feeling shy under her gaze.

"I really didn't know much about it so--"

"Well isn't this just wonderful!" You turn to see the wide smile of Alastor. "This means you get to spend more time with us!" A hand was placed on your shoulder, making you jump a bit. You could feel his piercing gaze on you, waiting for some type of response.

"...yeah, that's great..." You mumble, slowly removing his hand for your shoulder, giving him an awkward smile when his smile falters a bit and his eye twitch.

"Oh my--do you think dad knew?" Charlie asked aloud, directing her attention to her partner. "Vaggie, where's my phone?" She rushed around, searching the room in a frenzy while Vaggie watched from the sidelines.

You took a small sigh, straining yourself from rubbing your eyes. You could barely pay attention to all that was going on, so you chose to get up and move to the bar, sitting next to Angel. Husk waited no time giving you a glass of water.

"So...what happened." Angel peers over to you as he sips his drink. "You hadda die to get here--so what happened?" You look down at you drink, avoiding the question. You remain silent, but you can tell the others were focusing on you, waiting for a response.

You shook your head, "nothing much..." it was cryptic, you knew, but you were too focused with your reflection in the water. It was so clear, you could almost see every detail of yourself in the tiny glass. The glass was cold, nearly making you shiver, but your whole body was already cold.

The room was getting to quiet, your grip on the glass becoming so harsh you were fearful the glass would break. "--Look kid, you don't have to talk about it if you don't wanna...I don't mind." Angel leans down and whispers near your ear. You spare him a quick glance, his face looked sincere and for the first time it felt like you were actually seeing him.

"He's right, y'know." Husk added in. "We're not gonna make you do anything." Husk's voice was soft, and was comforting in a way you couldn't describe. Though, you could sense something deep within him, almost like he was searching within you for something.

Either way, you couldn't focus on it for long, "Yes! I found it!" Charlie announced, holding up her phone with a triumphant smile, "You just wait here--" She smiled at you as she ran off to call her dad. You wondered how long it takes for him to get here, how much time you'd get to yourself before you were bombarded by another person.

Your thoughts were interrupted yet again by the feeling of someone grabbing your arm. "Now that whole debacle is over--" It was Alastor and his ever-present, creepy smile. "--you and me are going to have a chat~" He pulls you up from his seat as gently as someone like him can, the smile never leaving his face. You're forced to move with him, looking back at Angel and Husk to see them just as confused.

"Hey! Where are ya going?" You hear Angel yell.

"That's none of your concern." Alastor replies. "But I can promise you that the little one will be delivered back to you safely."

You were far away from the bar before you could hear a response, the only sounds left being the quick beating of your heart and the clacking of Alastor's shoes. You tried your hardest not to squirm in his hold, and you tried even harder not to flinch when you felt his gaze on you.

"Don't fear little one." You heard him laugh, it mixing with the radio sounds of his voice. "I wanna know all about your time up on Earth, and after you can tell me just exactly how you got here." He suddenly stopped, causing you to nearly trip at the sudden force.

"Spare me none of the details~"

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A/n: I don't really know about this one, I kinda hate it.

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE PRE-SEASON TESTING

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. it's pre-season testing time!

content warnings. smau & written parts, written in 3rd person & lowercase, not edited & proofread

word count. 1.1k

notes. we're dipping into the season, slowly but surely... this took me some time to finish, i literally didn't know what to write for testing ://

"we are here in bahrain, pre-season testing for all teams in 2025, welcome everyone!" croft greets the whole world, as live footage is shown across the devices. the camera spans over the whole track, to each individual paddock until stopping at the final one, in blinding white.

"the season is starting with a bang, for the first time in formula one, we will see a stark owned team on the track! in white and chrome they are, an iconic design and everyone is eager to see what the stark manufactured cars can do!"

"how right you are, david! welcome, i'm will buxton and i have someone of interest with me here. right here, in front of the stark racing garage- y/n stark, number 95, one of the drivers for stark racing. so, y/n, tell me, how are you feeling? are you ready for the first time in the car?"

"hello will, thank you for having me. well, it's not quite the first time in the car, we had a testing back in miami at the end of january, but it's something different to be officially here now. but i'm feeling confident- we have our data, the predicted numbers and we think we'll be able to achieve them."

"so, no major upgrades or changes planned?" y/n shakes her head with a grin.

"do you really think i'm going to answer that question? ask me again, when we're done." will laughs at that, nodding his head in understanding.

"understandable, but i will hold you onto that! gonna knock on the garage doors three days later." y/n laughs again, head thrown back. "but, y/n, how does it feel to be on the paddock? have you met the rest of the drivers yet? made any new friendships?"

"well..."

"can you turn that off?", carlos gruffly asks his teammate, who just waves his hand at him as answer. with a groan, he stares at the tv, showing the first driver interview of the day, y/n stark. her voice washes over him, empty answers of being excited to properly meet everyone and maybe even bond with a few drivers.

"i don't know why you're so obsessed, perceval." charles immediatly splutters, waving his hands to deny the accusation.

"i'm not! but it's so interesting! tony stark is literally here, aren't you at least a bit excited? arthur said that y/n is like him!"

"what, arrogant? self-centered?"

"carlos! stop being so negative! i meant like- a genius! someone who raced with her back in f3 is friends with arthur, i forgot his name, but apparently y/n constantly does calculations while she drives. that's why she's so good overtaking." carlos just sighs and leaves charles to whatever he's doing right now. he has no interest in this circus.

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ 🏎️ ˖⁺‧₊˚—

kevin watches the interviews from the sideline, completely satisfied with how everyone is hounding y/n and leaving him in peace. of course he had his fair amount of questions and interviews, but much less than his teammate.

it has been a whirlwind, ever since he joined the team. strange, for a while, everything seeming so futuristic, but now his glasses feel like a another part of his race suit he's putting on every day.

the team has been welcoming, open to his input, but it's very clear to him that y/n is their star driver and he's the support. and he's alright with it. of course, winning a championship would mean everything, but he knows he's not going to continue this forever. especially not when he has a kid, he's missing so much... something he dislikes, because family means everything to him.

this is why his contract is only for two years. if he wishes to continue and his results at the end of the season are steady, tony promised him a seat as long he wishes for. he is incredibly thankful for this offer, fully knowing that this kind of support doesn't exist in formula one.

"ready to go?", he asks, after y/n's press officer ushers her out of the mob called journalists.

"so ready to go", she grins. but they're not alone, the netflix camera's immediately surround them and capture their walk to the garage. people part from them, staring openly at the drivers. one of the most iconic footage later shown in the drive to survive documentary.

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ 🏎️ ˖⁺‧₊˚—

"so, here he goes, kevin magnussen for stark racing, leaving his side of the garage. the car is looking incredible, i really like the color!", comments crofty and the other men immediately begin to chatter as well. throwing in rumors and hearsay about the team, they expertly fill the silence of kevin doing his first lap on the track.

"last to leave the garage and on the track, all eyes are on stark racing- oh and there he goes, picking up the speed!"

"his tyres seem to have warmed up- woah! look at the smoothness! kevin seems to be home in his car, his struggles from the last season are nowhere to be seen", adds jenson, while the cameras continue to follow the white car with the number 20.

"and there he goes! on medium tyres, setting the third fastest lap already, this looks definitely promising." will shares his own thoughts, reminding the viewers that there is definitely a possibility of stark racing going at least one or two seconds faster.

"by the looks of it, the stark racing team seems to be satisfied- honestly can't tell much, the glasses are hiding too much", jokes another man and all of them laugh. "bloody starks, am i right?"

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ 🏎️ ˖⁺‧₊˚—

the testing days are filled with endless laps and data, followed by long hours of debrief. they've already proven that they're fast, slotting themselves on the upper half of the grid, sticking close to the more experienced teams.

speculations are thrown around, is stark racing sandbagging? of course they must be, while others think that this is the best they can do. neither of the drivers or the team principal lose a word on it, instead they repeat always the same statements.

"we delivered what we predicted."

"we tested our theories, confirmed or debunked them, so the past three days have been very productive."

"we're exactly there where we want to be and we know our next steps."

empty words and yet the journalists pounce on them as if they're the next headlines. the whole world watches with eagerness as stark racing finishes up their debut in formula one and they impatiently await the first race of the season.

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ARKHAM MAID 2024

[luvsturniolo]

ー ★ !! STRANGER

pairing : matt sturniolo x fem!reader

synopsis : having been dared to kiss a random stranger, you're the first person matt choses to approach

a/n : guys ive been needing to write another fic so badly that i got this prompt off of pinterest and i'm completely winging it (this is a cry for help. pls send reqs bc i'm running low atm.)

i hate how this is written & this is prob the worst thing i've done on this app but i need to post something so ur gonna read it anyway !

wc : 2.5k

nick, matt, chris, nate, and madi are currently on an expidition to the mall. they hardly ever hang out as a complete group, so everyones moods are sky rocketed from the simple fact of them all being together. it honestly doesn't matter what they're buying or where they are. they'll all have smiles on their faces regardless.

"i'm surprised nick isn't trying to record a video right now." chris says as the group enters a random clothing store. "it's one of the very few times we're all together and everyone is in good moods. nick would normally take advantage of that."

"just say you want to record and move on." matt grumbles, walking over to one of the racks to flip through the t-shirts on display.

"i don't want to record! i was saying nick probably would!" chris tries to defend himself, earning weird looks from everyone due to this very clearly being a lie. chris lets out a sigh when he realizes that nobody is believing him. "whatever. i'm just saying that i don't think we should waste the opportunity to make good content. the fans love nate and madi."

"woww," madi says sarcastically, feigning offence, "you're just using us for content?"

"oh, shut up." chris replies, dramatically rolling his eyes at her teasing. madi giggles and takes a sip from the cup of lemonade she got from lunch earlier today at the food court. everyone else already finished their drinks, she's the only one with anything leftover from the meal.

"i didn't bring the camera anyway." nick says with a careless shrug, causing chris's jaw to drop with shock. "i wanted this hangout to be authentic. just everyone laughing and smiling together as a group. no cameras. no new friends. just us."

"since when did you ever leave the house without your camera?" chris asks him with his jaw still hung loose on its hinges. "it's practically glued to your bag at all times."

matt finds himself zoning out of the conversation as he looks around at the clothes. their argument about recording is only relevant to him if they decide that they are going to record. otherwise, it's unimportant and frankly quite boring. and now that nick admitted that he didn't even bring the camera, the conversation is no longer of interest to him.

they continue to stay near the front of the store, nick and chris arguing about the camera predicament while nate and madi laugh at them from the sidelines. but matt strays away from the group. he has about eighty bucks he brought with the intent on spending it all today. well, at least half of it or more. so he begins to get distracted with the task of finding new clothes to add to his wardrobe.

he made a mental note before leaving the house that he wants more hoodies since the weather is started to get colder. knowing this, he wanders over to the back of the store. he's been here enough to know that there's a rack of jackets and long-sleeved shirts in the right corner beside the employee exit door.

matt flips through the clothing. he wants more bright colors in his closet. most of his hoodies are black or dark grey. nick said that his wardrobe looks like a funeral home and he needs something more lively. but nothing here seems to catch his eye.

"need help finding anything?" a random female voice asks him. he turns to face the sound and sees a worker standing to his left. you. and lets just say you definitely catch his eye — unlike any of the clothes you're selling. he likes the style of your hair, the color of your eyes, the shape of your face, the bridge of your nose, all of it.

damn! matt's never been this whipped for a random stranger. it's normal for him to find random girls attractive in public, but something about you is making him unable to take his eyes away yours.

"okay? i'll take that as a no." you say before turning on your heel and leaving. as soon as you walk away, matt feels the urge to call out and stop you, but he doesn't know your name. he was too busy admiring you to read the tag on your uniform.

he lets out a sigh before walking back across the store and rejoining the group, his mood now soured completely. when he walks up to his brothers, nick turns around with a camera in his hand, recording.

"what the hell?" matt says. "i thought you didn't bring it."

"he lied so he didn't have to film." chris says with an eye roll. "but i didn't believe him. so i dug through his backpack and guess what! i found it sitting on the very top, fully charged."

matt just nods, not having anything to say to that. plus, now that he's in a bad mood it's be best to stay away from the camera so his bitchiness doesn't ruin the video. he feels guilty for being like this while everyone else has such high spirits, but he can't help it. he embarassed himself in front of the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. there's no coming back from that.

the group exits the store and they begin to wander around. they're looking for a sunglasses store for nate so he can buy a new pair seeing as he broke his last ones while leaning out of the window of the van. the slipped off of his face — never to be seen again. but nate claims he needed new glasses anyway due to how old and scathed those ones were.

"you okay?" nate asks. the fact that he noticed matt's fatigue takes him by surprise. matt wants to continue sulking in his soured mood, but when he looks at nate's genuine worried expression, he can't help but confide in his friend about the events from earlier.

matt tells him about how he was looking for a jacket when you approached him. you came up so casually as though it meant nothing to you, when it meant everything to him. matt describes you, accentuating your beauty to paint the picture as well as possible. he tells nate that he feels like he's being dramatic, but he can't help it. i mean, you're a complete stranger whose name he doesn't even know. and yet he can't take his mind off of your guys's short interaction.

"i wish i had some wise words of advice for you, but i don't." nate says. "but judging just by the way you talk about her, you need to get her number or something. i've literally never heard you talk about a girl like that. you're fuckin' whipped, man."

"i agree." matt says. "but how the hell am i supposed to get her number when she's a literal stranger? i don't know anything about her."

"you know where she works." nate points out.

matt thinks about this for a moment before deciding that nate's right. he knows where you work and that's more than knowing nothing. someones job says a lot about them — how much money they make, what means a lot to them, etc. i mean, he's not the type of guy who gives a shit about your income, but if he wanted to know something about you, he could easily find out a lot.

"lets buy your sunglasses." matt says, confidence slowly overtaking him now that he doesn't feel like this whole thing is hopeless. "then, we can all go get a snack at the food court so i have some motivation to go talk to her."

nate agrees and hurries to catch up with the rest of the group. matt does the same, rejoining everyone now that his mood is boosted once again. they go to the glasses store and nate picks out a pair that he likes. the whole time, matt is back to normal. everyone notices the shift in his demeanor, but they decide not to point it out.

after nate purchases the glasses he chose, matt tells nick that he's hungry. madi agrees with matt, saying she could eat something seeing as it's been a few hours since they had lunch. not thinking much of it, nick agrees to go to the food court.

"fuck." chris says, sitting in the plastic chair beside matt. "i didn't know they had mozzarella sticks! if i'd known that, i would've gotten them too!"

matt just shrugs, eating another bite with a smug look on his face. chris shoots him a glare and scoffs, turning back to his cheesy fries with a frown. just as chris is about to insult matt, nick and madi come over to the table with their food. nick is still carrying the camera around, filming everything for their next blog. most of what he's filming will be edited out, but he's still taking the footage just in case.

as they all begin eating their food, nate — who had been using the bathroom for the past few minutes — comes back with a slushy and a small grin. he sits on the other side of matt with a weird look on his face. matt gives him a strange look and nate just giggles and looks away.

"i'm bored guys." nate says. "we should play truth or dare."

"okay." chris agrees easily. but nick shakes his head, not thinking this is a good idea. but chris insists. "c'mon, it'll be good content. plus we're not gonna do any stupid dares that will get us in trouble or anything."

when matt and madi take chris's side, nick has no choice but to give in play the game. his only condition is that he gets to ask chris first, and he has to pick dare. chris agrees to his terms.

"i dare you to say yes to everything i ask for the rest of the day." nick tells him with a sarcastic smile. chris rolls his eyes, but has no choice but to do as he says.

"can i go next?" nate asks excitedly. it's supposed to be chris's turn next since he was the one who did the dare, but nick answers dow him. he nods, letting nate go ahead. and chris can't argue since he has to say yes to whatever nick wants. nate grins widely and continues. "matt, truth or dare."

"dare." matt says without hesitation.

"i dare you to kiss a random stranger." nate tells him with a grin. "they have to be in the food court, though."

"what the fuck type of dare is that?" nick shouts. "we're not bringing random stranger into this! plus, isn't that against some kind of law? kissing random people can't be fucking legal."

matt is about to agree with nick, saying it's a horrible idea. but he notices nate flicking his eyes back and forth between matt and someone over his shoulder, gesturing for him to look at them. matt turns around and follows nate's gaze to find you sitting alone at a table. you're wearing your work clothes, sipping on a smoothie while scrolling through your phone.

matt changes his mind in an instant. "it's my dare, nick, not yours. so fuck off and play the game like everyone else."

with that, matt stands up from his seat, causing the legs to scrape against the tiled floor beneath it. he awkwardly approaches you with a giddy smile. god, he feels like an idiot. he feels like he went back in time to when he was a child, getting nervous to talk to literally any girl on the playground.

he stands in front of your table and clears his throat to get your attention. you look up at him and raise a brow in confusion. "mind if i sit down?" he asks, pointing to the chair beside you.

"go ahead." you tell him. you're still confused about who this guy is as he sits down at your table. he's attractive and seems sweet, but who is- oh. as he runs a can through his hair, you remember who he is. "you're the guy from the store. you were the one who stared at me instead of answering."

matt feels his cheeks heat with embarrassment. that's not the first impression he wanted to make. but at least you remember him! it's better than you not knowing who he was at all.

plus, you're not talking to him in a weird way. you're smiling as though you find his awkwardness amusing rather than strange — which it is.

"that's me." he says. matt glances over his shoulder at his friends only to see that they're all staring at you guys intently. chris waves him on, urging him to hurry the hell up.

"they're nosy." you say with a laugh. "i'm assuming they're your friends. otherwise, i'd be extremely creeped out."

"uh, yeah." matt says, looking away from chris to refocus on you. fuck. every time he looks at you, he's taken aback by your beauty. like time seems to slow when you guys make eye contact. "listen, they sent me over here as a dare. i'm supposed to kiss you."

you laugh at him for a second. but then you realize he's not kidding. he's being serious. "god, take me on a date first." you tell him sarcastically. matt laughs, but is still pretty serious about the dare. you feel weird agreeing to kiss a stranger, but it'd be even weirder if you were to say no.

not to mention, the boy beside of you is insanely attractive. it wouldn't be such a bad thing to kiss something this hot. "i'll let you kiss me if you agree to give me your number afterward." you tell him.

"i would have asked for it anyway." matt says with a teasing smile. knowing you have an interest in him as well gave matt a boost in confidence. and you honestly think that his confidence makes him even more attractive.

he leans forward and you do the same. you were expecting a small smooch the way little kids kiss at recess, but this guy went all in. he places one hand on the back of your head to tangle through your hair while the other hand cupped your cheek. the kiss was passionate and needy. and you fucking loved it.

when he broke it to catch his breath, you felt deprived of something more. you were practically craving this guy you met only a few minutes ago.

matt smirked at you before you guys exchanged numbers. you were still distracted by the fact that you guys nearly made out in the middle of the food court to process what was going on. as your confidence left, his was refilled.

"i'll come back to your shop before i leave the mall." matt says. "maybe next time i'll actually catch your name before we make out in the storage room."

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[teaboot]

Fun fight things I never see in fight scenes:

You are giving me important information from the sidelines and I can't hear you because my entire head inside this man's armpit

We are fighting and it is important that I focus on winning but I am hesitant to pull this maneuver because doing it puts me in danger of accidentally grabbing a dick or a titty

Someone's hand slipped up a shirt or down a waistband for a sec and we're both gonna pretend it didn't until we die

Dude you just got drool like all fucking over my face just now what the fuck

Okay I get that you're about to snap my neck with your thighs but also you totally just farted a bit which is reasonable considering the position we're in but still oh my God

If the last thing I experience on earth before I die is your ass in my face I'm going to drag you to hell with me

Someone is trying to give me advice right now and if they don't shut the fuck up I'm gonna kill them

I know the perfect maneuver to get out of this but if I go for it I'm definitely gonna dislocate my shoulder and I haven't decided if I want the win that bad yet

I just heard my knee pop and either it's fine or I'm going to spend the next six months in physical therapy and be in pain for the rest of my life

I thought I walked away from that ok but it's three in the morning and I just woke up out of a dead sleep because one of my limbs just started screaming

"You should ice that" Is the physical injury version of "Well its gotta be around here somewhere"

AW YEAH DID YOU SEE THAT I PULLED THAT SO SMOOTH IM SO GOOD IM KICKING ASS RIGHT NOW And ah fuck he got me

Hey bud you wanna maybe stop watching and lend me a fucking hand maybe

I Am Between You And Very Upset Person And If You Keep Pissing Them Off Then I Am Going To Get Stabbed

Nobody Expects To Get Licked

Oh God dude you smell so bad. Like you smell SO bad

Okay so like. I WOULD fight you but tbh you're actually super gross and I sort of don't wanna touch you. What is that stain from? You know what I don't wanna know, I don't wanna think about it

You are giving me important information from the sidelines but are missing some critical details that I cannot explain right now and you're getting frustrated that I'm not listening and I'm getting frustrated that you're angry at me for not doing something that will break both my arms at the same time

Sweetheart I love you to the moon and back but cheering me on is actually very distracting and I'm gonna need you to stop right now exactly right now please and thank you so so much baby PLEASE

Why do I smell like them now. Oh God I need a shower

WAS THAT A FUCKING BOOGER WHAT THE FUCK EW EW EW EW EW

haha nice underwear dipshit lol

[dandylovesturtles]

we're stressed but we remain silly (actually this is super angsty lol)

more Sidelined + Firefight (Firelined???) propaganda for the @tmntaucompetition

Sorry I keep stealing your boys @remedyturtles

Spoilers for chapter 15 of Firefight, cw: for heavy injuries + blood, no actual recounting of how they got the injuries in this fic, though

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In the time it takes Donnie and Leo to get medical supplies, it's been decided that they'll be teaming up with the Firefight guys.

The situation has also, somehow, managed to deteriorate.

If Leo thought these guys looked like death warmed over before, now they just look like plain old death. The other Donnie is littered with bloody injuries and his leg is bent in ways it really should not be. And the other Leo...

Leo shudders at the cracks in his shell. He's not sure he wants to know what kind of monster could do that.

The Leo is chirping periodically - help help scared - and the Donnie answers back by tapping on his shell. Leo knows enough now to recognize it as Morse code; trying to calm him, coax him into coming out. It doesn't seem to be working too well.

"...I think we should have brought more medical supplies," says his own Donnie, yanking Leo out of his reverie. "This may not be enough."

"I don't even know where to start," Leo confesses softly. Really, they need to see a doctor, but Leo has no idea where to find one. Maybe one of the older turtles here has more medical experience than they do? But he has no idea who to ask...

"We'll just... do the best we can," says Donnie, and he sounds determined. Leo finally tears his eyes away from their deathly still mirrored versions, the Leo cradled close in the Donnie's arms, to look at his own twin. He's got his jaw set and teeth clenched, like he does when he's gearing up for something particularly unpleasant, and Leo isn't going to let him face it alone.

"Alright." Leo starts laying out their supplies on the bleachers, sorting it for easy grabbing. "Let's see what we can do."

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When he tries to take the other Leo away, the other Donnie bites him.

Really, he should have been prepared for that.

It's only hard enough to graze the skin on his arm, but Leo still hisses when it happens. The other Donnie's eyes fly to his face, then widen and let go, which is good, because Leo knows what could have happened if he bit down harder.

He looks horribly guilty, his eyes flying between the Leo in his lap and Leo's own face. His eyes are glassy and he may not be able to fully distinguish between them. So now he thinks he bit the brother who is still chirping periodically - help help scared - and boy does Leo feel like a tool.

He holds up his hands in surrender, rushing to reassure him. "It's okay, that was my bad. I could have telegraphed that way better."

"Excellent work, Leon," chides his own twin, who looks thoroughly unimpressed. He immediately grabs Leo's arm in one hand, then reaches for the disinfectant with another. "We're supposed to be treating their injuries, not yours."

"It's fine, it's just a scrape!" he says, but doesn't actually do anything to stop Donnie from cleaning it. His immune system has been pretty much useless since the armor, and mouths are nasty.

Besides, the gentle attention Donnie is giving his wound, despite his harsh tone, seems to be doing something for the other Donnie. He doesn't loosen his grip on his twin, but something unspools in his posture as he watches, attentive, as the wound is cleansed and covered. Like it's finally clicking for him that they're here to help. That things are... well, better than they were.

Leo gives him his biggest, most reassuring grin, and says, "Yeah, see? We're gonna get you guys all patched up."

Donnie finishes his work, then pulls on a pair of gloves, thankfully already modified for three-fingered hands. He holds out a pair for Leo. "Are your hands steady?"

It's not at all an unfair question. Leo nods. "Yeah. For now, anyway."

Donnie nods back, letting the gloves fall into Leo's palms. "I'll start work with Leo, you take Donnie. Start with the lacerations on his back. I... don't think we can do much for his leg."

"Right."

Donnie steps over and settles down on the bleacher next to the pair, body angled towards them. He holds out his hands for his counterpart to see.

"Hello, Donatello," he says. "Can I start treating your Nardo? I'll keep him right here - you can maintain physical contact if you want."

The other Donnie hesitates. He hasn't spoken since they arrived, his only active communication the continuous taps against his own Leo's shell. It's not surprising - there's no way this situation isn't overwhelming. But it's making this whole process a bit difficult.

Donnie's never let difficulties slow him down, though.

"I swear," he says, clear and steady, "I'll treat him like my own Leo."

The other Donnie looks down at the bloody shell in his lap. Then he looks at Leo, who gives another smile and a little wave from his wheelchair.

Again, it seems to be clicking, and slowly, very slowly, the other Donnie unwraps from around his precious bundle, and lets him go.

His chirps get more rapid when that happens, and the other Donnie's taps get more rapid. They're close enough that he can keep a hand on his Leo's shell easily, can keep up the Morse code, keep telling him that he's safe. It means Leo's going to have an awkward angle to get to the other Donnie's own injuries, but that's alright. He's gotten good at reaching things that aren't convenient.

He wheels himself as close as he can get, then leans over the arm of his chair and gets to work.

It has to hurt, but the other Donnie stays stalwart, all his focus on reassuring his twin, barely twitching as Leo cleans and bandages the wounds. So Leo works in silence, lets him tap away. He knows enough to recognize it, but not enough to know what he's saying. Still, he can take a good guess.

Eventually, Donnie has done all he can to the other Leo, and Leo himself is flagging. His hands had been steady when he started, but this kind of work wears him out quickly - his hand muscles are cramping, and his wrists are sore. Donnie catches on, because he always does, and announces that they'll trade places without leaving room for argument.

So after a little maneuvering, Leo has his counterpart in his lap, while his twin works on cleaning the other Donnie's arms and legs as best he can. The taps are still going, and the chirps still come, here and there.

Leo can't do much to help now, so he tries to help. Tries to think of what would make him feel better, if they were switched.

He looks over at the other Donnie, battered and bruised and bloody, his leg twisted and his breaths wheezing.

And the next time the other Leo chirps, he says, "It's okay. Donnie's safe."

And he says it again, and again, and again, each time he hears the chirp, until-

"You're safe, too, Leo."

He looks up, at his twin, whose hands have stalled in their ministrations. He's looking at the shell in Leo's lap, but for a brief moment his eyes flick up, and they lock, and there's something meaningful there that Leo has to rush to catch.

"You're safe, too."

Leo watches Donnie, for the first time he notices the shake in his twin's hands. And it occurs to him, if it hurts him to see a Donnie in this state, like he's never seen before, then for his twin to see a Leo in this state, when he has-

He takes a shaky breath. The chirp comes again, and this time he says, "Yeah. You're safe. Donnie's safe. It's okay. No monsters here."

They keep it up until Raph and Mikey come back with the chairs and the food and blankets, the ones Leo drapes over his legs to keep them warm. By that point, they've done about all they can, and with some maneuvering they get the other Donnie in the transport chair, and pass his twin back to him, safe in his lap.

He still hasn't made any move to come out, but no one tries to force him.

"Let's ask the staff if there's anywhere these guys can lay down," suggests Raph, and they all nod in agreement to that. The bleachers are not comfortable enough for naps, especially not in the state these guys are in.

"Do you need me to push you, Nardo?" asks Donnie. "You said your wrists were hurting."

"They're fine," he protests, giving his hands a shake. "Don't..."

The word "worry" dies when his counterpart chirps again, and he catches Donnie's flinch when it happens.

"...Well," Leo says, "I guess I could stand to take a break."

His twin looks relieved. Leo's glad one Donnie does, at least.

Donnie grabs the handles of his chair; Raph takes the handles of their teammates'. And with that, they're off.

[yeeterthek33per]

You'll Bounce Back (Caitlin Foord x Steph Catley x Reader)

*In the spirit of the world cup and because I felt like it, this immediately came to mind*

Slight adulty warning*

Despite your best efforts, watching your team crumple against Nigeria wasn't the easiest thing to do. Considering you were currently on the sidelines watching on as Caitlin so desperately tried to push for every last chance to score, you knew she wouldn't take it well. She played her best out there, and all you could do in the moment the final whistle blew, when the celebrations of the Nigerians started, was resist the urge to hang your head in disappointment.

You knew the moment you went down during the Ireland v Australia game, that this was it for your journey through the group stages, the trainers having informed you that you would need a minimum of 2 weeks or more to recover.

So, sitting on that bench beside your best friend, who no doubt was taking it just as hard (being one of the many faces of this tournament), and despite not being on the field, you stood tall and walked (hobbled) out onto the pitch, to pick up each and every one of those girls.

Steph, you knew, like Caitlin, would take it hard, but she tends to bottle the loss more, and being impromptu captain only pushed it further into the bottleneck.

So when you spotted her standing, hands on hips, head tilted downwards, you knew she needed to let it out. Both of your girls looked defeated, and you felt helpless, knowing that if you hadn't gone for that tackle, you might've been on that pitch tonight. You should've been able to make a difference.

You should've been out there.

The thought has been burned into the back of your brain since the start of warm-ups. And yet, you push it back and begin to walk to Katrina, who was making her rounds. The older woman having become something of a mentor to you and the younger girls. She hugs you, only for a second as you pat her on the back, "You did great Min', I'm so proud of you."

Mini nods at you, despite not quite being able to meet your gaze, feeling she herself had failed you. You place a reassuring hand on her shoulder, "C'mon, we've still got a chance at this. You've got this. Play it for Harps." You give her a goofy smile to pair with your words, and you see her give a little, her own lips tugging upwards. "Thanks, Rocket."

You chuckle and proceed to go around the pitch as everyone slowly returns to the change rooms, though keeping an eye on your defender and striker, watching as they interact with some family and a couple of the fans.

Steph and Caitlin eventually make their way into the corridor and down the stairs, finding you waiting for them, leant against the wall, your crutches beside you.

They both hug you, although it's brief and there's no words exchanged and you know they won't be talking for at least a couple hours, they know they did what they could, played their best game, or at least best as they could given the current team status.

It just wouldn't settle that way in their own minds.

Caitlin leans into you for a moment, pausing to allow just a moment of your warmth to envelope her and pulls away to go shower. Steph keeps hers briefer, leaving a peck to your temple as she pulls away to do the same, and you sigh softly.

You follow, and Sam's already began her post game speech, knowing all of the girls would need that leadership and guidance to begin to help them pick themselves back up.

"C'mon girls, you've done so much today. You all pushed yourselves so hard, and you all made me proud tonight, we've got one more go, Canada doesn't know what's gonna hit them, we're gonna come back, hard and strong, like we always do. You've all played your hearts out, and I'm so grateful to call you guys my mates and my family."

Sam claps her hands and gestures to the door, "Now let's get showered and get out of here, get recovered and rested, and get ready to push harder than we've ever pushed, because I will need every single one of you here, we all will."

"Yeah, Sammy!" A couple cheers come from within the group of Australians, one from Mackenzie in the back, another from yourself standing next to the door to the changeroom.

Your teammates and yourself load up onto the bus and begin the journey back to the motel. Caitlin and Steph have sat themselves in a seat towards the back, Caitlin leaning into the defender, head on her shoulder, as she contemplates her night, a frown deepset on her face.

You find yourself watching over them as you joke with some of the younger girls, despite the dead silence that would normally come with a loss, they're up and energetic, even after a long 90 minutes. Even going so far as to let out a "C'mon hops, get off the bus, everyone wants to be in bed soon!" Coming from who you found out to be Charlotte, and vowed to give her the biggest noogie of her life when you got off the crutches.

You crutch slowly up into the elevator and make your way into your room, which you shared with Katrina, the woman already having put Harper to bed now that she was staying in the team hotel.

You let out an exhausted sigh and plop onto the matress with a small thud, rubbing at your face. You hear footsteps pad over to your side of the room and sit next to you on the bed, a warm hand rubbing gently at your back.

"Thanks Min'."

Mini hums in response,

"You wanna know something Rocky'?"

You peak out up at her and give a small nod, rubbing harshly at the threatening to spill tears.

"I'm so glad you came out there today, I really needed that, I think all of the girls did. You've given them something to think about, and no doubt Sammy has as well."

You nod softly, tilting your head back to fight off crying. She pulls you into her immediately, her holding you tight as she rubs your back.

"There's nothing you could've done, darl', all you should've been doing is resting, and you're doing that."

You shake your head slightly, "I should've been out there out there with them, Mins', I should've never made that damn slide. At least then I would be out there."

"Hey Rocky', shit happens, you do what you gotta do, you throw yourself into the game, you give it your all, sometimes that means we get knocked around a little, that doesn't mean you failed us. It means you gave it your all and helped us secure a win."

Honestly, she was right, but getting that niggling feeling in the back of your head to go away was a momumental task in itself, so despite your best efforts, you only nod and pull away.

Katrina gives you a look, like she knows you don't quite believe her, but she let's it go for now. She instead nudges you and urges you to go see Caitlin and Steph, citing that they probably need to see their girl after a night like that. You perk up a little, your lips tugging up at the sides as you stand and hop over to your crutches to exit your shared and go and find Caitlin and Steph in their room.

Rapping on the door quietly, knowing the others have probably knocked out by now, you wait until you hear quiet pads on the other side.

It's Steph who opens the door, being the late sleeper of the two.

"Hey puddin'." It comes out as a soft sigh, if anything, exhaustion clear on her face, but knowing her, she was probably struggling for sleep anyways.

You shuffle into the room and pull her down into you, arms wrapped tight around her neck as she buries her face into yours.

"Hi gorgeous. I'm so proud of you for tonight. You both played so well." Steph squeezes you a little tighter at that, and you shift your arms so your hands settle on her shoulder blades to rub at her back gently as you look up at her.

You can tell she's trying to meet your eye, but it's not quite working. You knew she'd struggle to be able to let today go.

"Look at me." Your hand on her jawline tilts her head towards you, "You did everything you could, baby. You fought so hard today. You gave everything you could."

"And it still wasn't enough." Steph's head is turned to the side as she fights her own tears. "There were so many challenges that I missed that I would've gotten any other day of the week. I missed so many tack-."

You interrupt her, "Hey now, you know damn well that you couldn’t have stopped that, sometimes you don't meet tackles where you need to and that's not on you, sometimes, stuff happens, and you aren't quick enough to meet it there."

There's a soft grumble behind the two of you, the striker stirring slightly as you both turn to watch her. Steph's expression softens slightly.

"I mean, even Cait missed some stuff, doesn't mean she could do anything else about it."

She lets out a light huff, sniffles lightly as she turns back to look at you finally. Your thumb caresses her cheek and you give her soft cheeky smile. She looks down but her cheeks crease as she grins all the same, knowing she couldn’t deny you a smile if she tried. The look in her eyes has you swooning, and she leans down to take your lips with hers.

You hum softly, hand coming up to grip her neck and keep her pressed against you. Her hands find their way to your hips, gripping them and pulling you as close as possible.

You gasp into the brunette when she reaches to pull you up into her arms by the thighs, your legs wrapping around her waist, careful not to jostle your ankle too much. Steph's hand comes to settle under your shirt, her hips pressing up into yours, holding you in place.

The way she kisses away from your lips and down to your collarbone has you whining, although her hand is quick to silence you, not wanting to wake your other girlfriend who most definitely needs to sleep. She nips at the skin, grinning as you shudder softly. Her lips are hot on your collarbone, your skin radiating its own heat, and your insides buzz when she reaches to push your shirt over your head.

A whimper coming from Caitlin as she stirs makes you both pause, and you have to hold in a laugh when Steph groans and her head drops to your shoulder. You run your hands through her hair, which is let down for the night, and rub at her shoulder before she gently sets you down. You kiss her softly, getting ready to slip back out of the room.

"I'll let you sleep, sweetheart."

Steph is quick to protest, though, grabbing your hand to pull you back towards the bed. You giggle as clings to you the moment you're both settled.

Another body lands on the bed behind you and startles you slightly. Caitlin, now having fully woken to the noise, wraps herself around you sulkily. "Hey puddin'."

It comes out as more of a grunt than anything, the words pressed into the back of your neck as she leaves soft kisses on the skin there. "Hi bubs, sorry we woke you, go back to sleep." Your hand grips hers softly. She grumbles slightly, "You should've woken me sooner."

You chuckle and shift in their arms to face the striker, kissing her as soon as she's in reach. She sighs softly into your mouth, fingers tangling with Steph's as their hands rest against your side. Caitlin pulls away, and she curls her leg over yours to rest on stephs ankle, gently rubbing it.

You loved seeing them so affectionate with each other. They were best friends before they approached you when you got together, but they'd never been touchy. So seeing them that way now meant more than anything, knowing they were just as in love with each other as they were with you. It only made you smile more.

"God, I love you both so much."

"We love you too, pretty girl." Steph mumbles the words into your hair. Caitlin hums her agreement as she kisses you again.

"Now you both better sleep. We've got recovery time to make tomorrow."

They both whine at you, finally having you in their arms, and you want them to sleep. You laugh, "C'mon, now you two, you have a game to prep for, and sleep deprivation does not make that better, you guys will do better, you'll bounce back, you always do."

You were right. They always found a way to bounce back. All they had to do was play their best game.

Canada wouldn't know what hit them.

[boonsmoon]

Foundation of Love (2)

Request: PLS DO 2 PARTS🥺

Ask and ye shall receive Btw; you have the free will of being the goddess of literally anything

Part 1

Request Masterlist Mu Qing x f!reader Genres:🎉🌸💞🧪

Mu Qing and you were like two peas in a pod. It seems your time lacking experience has created an unbreakable bond.

Y'all were so tight in fact that you kept in contact even after you stopped working for Xie Lian. Now you are both Heavenly Officials with an extreme amount of believers and temples!

This; however, lead to a one-sided competition. Friendly, yes, but still odd to compete over who was the better deity. You like to consider yourself a humble goddess though, considering you aren't as prickly with the aesthetic of your temples like Mu Qing.

Ignoring the status you both held, he had this charm that was unlike that of a god, it was greater actually. You both spent enough time together to get to know the little things.

Like how he still remembers when a follower tried to offer a gift that none of your temples would accept 500 years ago. Even you don't remember what the item is on your own without him bringing it up. A fantastic memory but basically useless.

Or how he notices how quick you are to deal with the prayers of your believers. He's a hard-worker yes, but never would he acknowledge a prayer 5 seconds after hearing it. Mu Qing thinks you might be a bit too diligent, or have too much time on your hands.

In the end, you both know each other like the back of your hand. In fact most of the other officials think you two are together, but no! It's actually painful to watch from the sidelines.

Now Feng Xin is a protective older brother, and honestly he can barely tolerate Mu Qing after all these years. But, he can see that Mu Qing makes you happy, and your happiness has priority over his displeasure!

Unfortunately, Feng Xin sucks at this. And whenever he tries to get you to hang out with Mu Qing and ✨confess✨ it ends with you scolding Feng Xin for being an asshole.

It got to the point that one of the goddesses had to sit down and have a talk with you. While the conversation seemed nice, you could tell by the undertone she was basically demanding you admit your feelings to him.

And to be honest? You self reflected and realized he definitely wasn't gonna do it, so you had to. But that's fine, it's the 21st century, these things happen.

What you didn't know; however, was that Feng Xin had a passive aggressive conversation with Mu Qing basically saying the same thing. He NEEDS to confess or else.

With an agreed meeting in a garden, you both told the other you had important information which must be shared with the other. It could be gossip, latest trends among humans, who knows what the other wants to say?

The time of reckoning has come, and you are both visibly nervous. Who wouldn't be? Confessions are kinda tough.

Y'all have come to consensus earlier in your friendship that be straightforward is easiest, no matter what. You started, "s-so basically to make it simple, we need to stop this friendship. Now you go next!"

Mu Qing a look of horror on his face, contemplating on continuing, "I came to tell you we should ascend past a friendship... Be something more, but if that's not what-"

"Fantastic! We're on the same page and can get this over with," you interrupted him. He looked at you like you were insane, "you have a horrible way with words, I'll have you know that."

You lightly laughed, "yeah, but it's just my luck we had the same thing to say." And Mu Qing decided this was the time to be really romantic and kiss you. <3

im back on my cringe

but also i got a sudden burst of energy to WRITE so i MUST

BTW im noticing all my TGCF reqs are Mu Qing, so either the fandom is full of massive simps or theres a shortage of Mu Qing content

not complaining pls keep the reqs coming

[joeys-babe]

Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 4: Practice

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(y/n's pov)

"you sure you gonna be okay to stand on sideline alone?" - joe

"yup i'll be fine, i'll be entertained watching the practice." - you

"okay, imma head inside now" - joe

"okay, see ya in a bit" - you

joe turned around and i watched him walk towards the locker room entrance. we had been standing by his parked car in the players garage as he gave me directions on how to get to the practice fields from here.

as i made my way over, my thoughts were all over the place. last night was; something. joe broke up with his girlfriend and practically cuddled with me the whole night. not to mention us holding hands for a little bit before that. i still don't know what that meant, or what either of us were trying to do. it just felt right in the moment and i think we both respected that enough to not bring it up.

this morning a woke up alone on the couch, the smell of bacon wafting through the air. when i leaned up and was able to see the kitchen i was met with the sight of joe cooking breakfast. we told each other good morning before enjoying breakfast together; our friendship slowly going back to what it once was as we cracked jokes and brought up silly memories.

it was really great to have joe back.

my thoughts calmed down a little bit when the team started walking out. at first i thought i was going crazy when i thought i saw a familiar face but when he got closer and i could see his face better i realized i wasn't going crazy.

ja'marr chase?

since when did he play for the bengals?! the last time i saw that crazy kid was in Louisiana.

but. ja'marr wasn't the only person i noticed.. the extremely attractive number 85 walking next to him caught my eye. definitely looking him up on the roster later, i thought.

i was completely zoned out watching #85 walking past when the fans erupted into cheers. i moved my gaze to the gate when my eyes fell on joe, that's when i realized my previous thoughts were wrong and needed to stop. can't go after your best friends teammates y/n! the little voice in the back of my head told me.

when joe made his way onto the field and the team was given their assignments for the first little bit of practice, i found myself getting a little bored.

my mom had texted me to ask how things went with joe last night so i was texting her back when i felt a tap on my shoulder.

when i turned around there were two girls with smiles on the faces.

"sorry if i startled you.. but we saw you standing over here and thought you looked a little lonely. i'm jess, sam hubbard girlfriend!" - jess stuck her hand out and you shook it

"oh hi! i was kind of getting a little bored." - you laugh slightly

"im gracie, evan mcpherson's fiancé." - gracie shook your hand

"it's lovely to meet you guys! i'm y/n." - you smiled

"ohhhhh" - gracie and jess had a moment of realization in sync

"huh?" - you nervously laughed

"when you said your name we realized who you were." - gracie

"may i ask how?"

"joe talks about you all the time to sam. i've overheard their call." - jess smiled

"oh? i'm actually here with joe, we're childhood best friends." - you

"mhm, because childhood best friends look at each other like that." - gracie

"what do you mean." - you shook your head

"joes staring at you right now." - jess

"oh my lord, we don't like each other like that. we're just friends." - you

"okay then, wanna come over and sit with us?"

- gracie

"sure!" - you

"now you can spend the rest of practice trying to convince us you don't like joe more than a friend." - gracie grinned

a few minutes later we were sitting in a secluded area, other partners of players were there as well but gracie and jess were sitting a little farther away.

"so how'd you and joe become friends?" - gracie

"oh well our moms were best friends since they were in middle school. well when they got older they bought houses next to each other and planned to have kids at the same time. joe was born december 10 and i was born december 19, so we really have grown up best friends. we even went to ohio state together, and when he transferred to lsu i did too. it wasn't until we graduated and he was drafted to cincinnati and i stayed in louisiana that we were separated." - you

"that's so sweet, a cute story to tell your kids one day." - jess nodded with a smile on her face

"girlllll, i just see him as a friend." - you

"so you've never felt a little more for him?"

- gracie

"well.. i've only told my mom this, but i trust you guys enough to tell y'all. when we went to ohio state together, i started thinking he was cute.. which developed into a crush that lasted until we graduated from lsu." - you

"i knew it!" - gracie

"you guys would be so cute together!" - jess

"thanks but my crush on him ended a long time ago." - you

"you say that.. but i saw the way your eyes lit up when he walked out." - jess smiled

"that's just because i'm proud of him. besides he broke up with his girlfriend last night, he doesn't need anything right now." - you

"wait he broke up with lexie?!" - gracie

"yup, you guys were trynna set us up and didn't know he was even single?" - you laughed

"oh girl we hated her. she was so rude and didn't even attempt to cover up the fact she was using joe." - jess

"really. you could ask any of the girls or the players. ja'marr, tee, and sam constantly tried to get joe to break up with her." - gracie

"i know sam and ja'marr from college but which ones tee?" - you looked at the players on the field

"number 85, he's a wide receiver." - jess

"ohhh" - you smiled, a blush forming on your cheeks

"what's that reaction for? you like tee? he's single you know." - gracie

"wouldn't necessarily say like.. i saw him walking with ja'marr and thought he was cute." - you shrugged

"awww, he's a big sweetheart. i'm sure we could set you guys up." - jess

"i appreciate it.. but i don't want to do that to joe. i feel like dating his teammate would be awkward, you know?" - you

".. because you like him!" - gracie

"oh my gosh, guys chill!" - you laughed

"all jokes aside, whatever you and joe are or end up being we really hope you're around more."

- jess

"yeah, you're really sweet and have a great personality. it's great to see joe bring a girl around that i'd be happy to hang out with."

- gracie

"i don't think i'll be going anywhere anytime soon.." - you smile as your eyes land on joe on the field, gracie and jess smiling to themselves as they watch you look at joe

*time skip - after practice in the locker room*

(joes pov)

i was getting dressed since i had just gotten out of the shower when i overheard a couple of the guys talking.

"did y'all see that girl with joe? sheeesh" - joe mixon

"bro she was gorgeous. i don't know what's going on between her and joe, but if they ain't together i needa ask her to get some dinner or somethin."

- tee higgins

"yo for sure, she was beautiful" - tyler boyd

"that's y/n, joe's best friend since birth. i'm sure nothings going on between them that's not platonic." - ja'marr chase

"thank god, imma try to talk to her before higgins." - joe mixon

"sorry mix, but y/n was with jess and gracie the whole time and jess texted me saying that y/n had called tee cute." - sam hubbard

"oooooo now which of my pickup lines should i use?" - tee smirked as he rubbed his hands together

i walked out from around the corner over to my locker before interrupting their conversation.

"none of em" - joe

"yo sorry, is she your girl? what happened to lexie?" - tee

"not my girl, my best like ja'marr said. none of you guys are going to be flirting with her anytime soon, understood?" - joe

everyone stayed silent and looked at the ground, not saying anything.

"understood?!" - joe raised his voice a few levels

the guys all mumbled a "yes", "yes sir", "understood"

"i'm outta here" - joe grabbed his bag from his locker and left

as i was walking out of the locker room i only got more pissed off as i heard the guys continue their conversation about y/n.

when i got to the garage and saw y/n standing next to my car, for a second all the jealousy left and the only thing that mattered was her.

"hey joe!" - you smiled

"hey" - joe smiled back

the guys were right, she did look beautiful today. she was wearing biker shorts and one of my bengals shirts; she didn't have one to wear so i let her borrow one of mine.

"you practiced really well, i can barely tell you had a season ending knee injury" - you pulled him into a little hug before getting into the car

"thanks" - joe got in the car and started driving

when it fell silent my thoughts from earlier came back and i gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.

(y/n's pov)

"you okay?" - you noticed joes body language

"yeh" - joe

"you're lying" - you

"it's stupid.." - joe

"somethings clearly bothering you joey, i want you to tell me what's got you so upset." - you

"okay fine. i'm upset because you caught the eye of quite a few of the guys and they kept talking about you in the locker room." - joe

"oh who?" - you

"tyler boyd, joe mixon, a couple others" - joe made sure to leave tee's name out

"oh really, that's kinda funny." - you laughed slightly

"yes so funny that my teammates have a crush on you." - joe

but i wish it was you.

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authors note: i love writing this book sm. it was hard for me to complete my last one due to the fact i had been writing it for over a year and it became a huge part of me.. but i love this new storyline. guys buckle up this is gonna be a lot!

hope you enjoyed ❤️

[greenerteacups]

I’ve got a follow up from another ask — you said, ‘[Hermione] would sooner be an auror than Harry would.’

Now I’m curious, what do you think Harry would grow up to do?

Dogs. He gets like four or five really big, sweet, aggressively friendly dogs and just hangs out with them all the time. Takes them up to Hogwarts to hang out with stressed seventh years around exams. Sometimes he brings them with him to fancy galas and war memorials and they chew up all the furniture. What are you gonna do? Tell Harry Fucking Potter, Wizarding Messiah, that his Saint Bernard has to wait outside? Good luck.

Okay, serious answer: I think there are several plausible options. Auror isn't the worst thing in the world, but it's a terrible option for someone with PTSD and an aggressive response to stress, besides which, Harry doesn't seem to enjoy dueling; he'd become an auror out of a sense of duty, not out of interest. Teacher is possible, but as I've said before, the reason most people think Harry would do this is because of his stint with Dumbledore's Army, which was functionally a high-stakes intensive in his favorite subject with his best friends in the world, and not really reflective of... the actual experience of teaching (which is both rewarding and also extremely mundane and often frustrating in a way that Harry doesn't have a great temperament for). I think he might try teaching out of a desire to return to Hogwarts, but that would be the biggest draw.

The one thing Harry does like to do enough to make a life of it, unambiguously, is quidditch. And the thing is, he could probably do it? If you're a quidditch recruiter post-war, and Harry Fucking Potter asks to play for you, you don't care if he can tell a broomstick from a teakettle, you say yes. But I think Harry would loathe the attention of being a pro athlete, and he definitely wouldn't have the stomach for ad deals or promotional tours, so he'd probably end up as a talent scout or a team manager. It wouldn't be a full-time career, since Harry post-war would realistically have no need to work if he didn't want to, but something to do to get him out of the house and keep him preoccupied.

If we're going for maximum realism: The thing with war heroes is: they can't stay out of politics. You're too powerful, and people in power see that, and you either become a player, or you get sidelined entirely and trotted out at state ceremonies. So if we're doing this realistically, Harry is still Ministry-affiliated, and in the best-case scenario, he's an idle war hero living a life of leisure on the board of several philanthropic foundations, floating around and doing whatever odd jobs need doing for Hermione. Worst case, he gets drawn back into Ministry politicking, possibly for good, which is something I cannot believe he would enjoy or find fruitful, but which I believe he would submit to if he thought it would help people.

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hey, everyone! as you know, there has been an incredible increase of byler fics on ao3, and since it can be hard to find what do read or how to find what you're looking for, i thought i could contribute with my own list of fic recs. This is only part one, i'll keep updating as i read. Also, if you have any fic rec for me, please share them with me via ask or dms!

None of the fics in this list are rated Explicit.

The italics represent the fic summary. The comment underneath is my opinion.

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a game of truths - RomeoWrites | 22.5k | canon compliant “Tell me something that you’ve never told me before.” OR Mike and Will play a game of truths. I loved how their relationship was portrayed here. The change between being so close, to suddenly not telling each other stuff and even lying, and then slowly trying to rebuild their friendship and trust. Their relationship developed beautifully. I wish i could read this again for the first time!

no end to this want - astrobi | 21.4k | canon compliant "Mike thinks back to the painting Will gave him, rolled up and placed carefully in his dresser drawer because for some reason it felt too wrong to hang it up on the walls with everything else. Too intimate. Like Will had made it for his eyes only. Or, apparently as everyone else thought, some mystery lover in California. And then he thinks about Will dozing off on his bed, and saying I think I’m in love with you all soft and slowed down from the inertia of sleep, and that’s right about when Mike starts to feel seriously lightheaded. He leans back against his bed and focuses very hard on taking deep, even breaths." Mike contemplates his feelings for Will Byers, partakes in a concerning amount of swooning, and learns to drive. Sort of. This was amazing. I love reading from Mike's pov because i wanna study his brain under a microscope. This fic takes you through the process of realizing his feelings while trying to mend his friendship with Will, and where he accidentally tells the party Will likes someone and they think it's some mysterious girl and it's hilarious. you're not gonna regret reading this one!

i'm tearing you asunder - smoosnoom (moonsooms) | 21k | canon compliant “Did I do something wrong?” Mike questions, mouth twisted in a frown, eyes less wide than they were a few moments ago, sleepiness gone. His arms stay at his sides, although his fingers fiddle with his sleeves. “What did I do wrong?” Will frowns back. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” Mike doesn’t look like he believes him. Will doesn’t blame him. “Then why do you keep leaving?” The world ends, and then some. Mike and Will find each other again, amidst the debris and distance. I'm pretty sure a lot of you have already read this one, but i just have to include it. I love how, from Mike's perspective, Will is the one pulling away from him. We're so used to reading everything through his eyes, that sometimes we forget how confused Mike must feel. But then again, he fails to understand how sidelined Will has felt for a while. They misunderstand each other, which is hard after so many years of friendship and being so close. This fic takes us through the journey of them relearning how to trust each other and be vulnerable.

i’d love to see me from your point of view - unidentifiedblackthorn | 8k | canon compliant Now that Will’s sitting and Mike’s the one that’s standing, he looks impossibly tall. Tall and lanky, and huge. He should sit back down, Will thinks, lay back down next to Will and stay in their own secluded little bubble. “I really want to kiss you,” Mike says, and Will’s eyes snap back up to his so violently he thinks he hears his own neck crack with the force of it. “Don’t,” Will croaks, before his brain has even processed the words. “Don’t say that.” “Okay,” Mike says easily, still staring. And what the actual fuck is going on? Is Will hallucinating? Is the weed making him hallucinate? “So sausage and pepperoni?” Will stares dumbly at him. “Um - yeah. Yes.” “Cool,” Mike replies and then just turns around and leaves Will sitting dumbly in his own room. or Mike and Will get high on Jonathan’s weed and Mike has an amazing idea. Just as the summary says: basically Mike and Will get high and Mike makes a petition. This was hilarious, beautiful, and a little heartbreaking, you name it! it has everything. I just really love Mike in this one:)

darling, you got to let me know (should i stay or should i go?) - andiwriteordie | 11k | canon compliant (pre vol. 2) Nobody expects it to be Mike. Everyone is expecting it to be Max or Nancy, who both have already been targeted. Or maybe El, whose childhood in Hawkins Lab makes her the perfect target. Or Will, who has gone through more than enough trauma in the past three years alone for all of them. Nobody expects it to be Mike. Or, the one in which it's Mike, not Will, who Vecna targets. Mike gets vecna'ed, and we get to see what he's really going through. This was a great fic to read while we waited for vol. 2, but it's always going to be an amazing read! and honestly, everything this author writes is wonderful, i'm not including all of their fics only because i haven't read them all (yet).

what a goddamn kiss to think about - zadurn | 5k | i think au? unsure of the clasification here i'm sorry “Can I kiss you?” he asks. Hearing the words out loud makes everything feel that much more real, and Mike loves it. He thinks he might love Will, too, and the thought doesn’t feel new. It’s like a stone that’s half buried in the dirt but just got kicked loose. It’s something that’s been deep in Mike’s heart for a while, years, maybe, but just got unearthed. Will pushes him away, and Mike has no idea what he did wrong. He was just telling the truth. Friends don’t lie. “What?” Will asks, voice sounding kind of choked. He’s grimacing, and Mike wants to un-say whatever bad thing he said so that Will smiles at him again. “I— I asked if I could kiss you,” Mike says, and Will shushes him. He looks around frantically. “Mike,” Will replies. He sounds tired. “You can’t just ask that.” “Why not? I want to kiss you so I asked.” “But you don’t, Mike. You don’t want to… to kiss me. You’re just drunk.” – alternatively: mike pines while drunk, and then he pines while sober. Listen, i just really love pining!mike fics where he asks Will if he can kiss him and Will thinks it's not real because Mike is under the influence of some substance. This was such a fun read! the ending was beautiful!

when the dust settles - teafortozier | 4.8k | canon compliant When all is said and done, days later, when Hawkins is condemned and quarantined and the town evacuated, Wheelers and Byers divided between four motel rooms in the nearest town with any vacancies after the mass exodus from Hawkins—it’s just Mike and the painting. * The post-season 4 fix-it the Duffers are too cowardly to write. They have the very necessary talks where they address what should've been addressed in the show too. This is Mike's pov, which, at this point, is notable i love haha. One of my favorite fix-it fics, definitely!

why would you ever kiss me? - aghostlybreath | 51k (so far. ongoing.) | canon divergence When Eleven saves Will from Vecna she gets more than she bargained for when they wake up in the wrong bodies. Now to prevent Vecna from infiltrating the mind of his most perfect host the two of them must pretend to be the other. Will grapples with the feelings that he’s trying to push away. Mike wonders why it feels like he’s falling in love all over again. What will become of everything when Hawkins finally falls? In order to save Will from Vecna, El traps herself in his mind. What he doesn't know, is that this causes them to switch bodies. And on top of that, they can't tell anyone about their switch because Vecna would find out if he entered their mind. Soo, Will has to pretend to be El, and El has to pretend to be Will. And let me tell you, i can't stop thinking about this fic since i read it, seriously. This scenario makes possible to explore a lot of themes and situations! Will suddenly has to deal with having Mike's attention all the time, and El understands how it feels to be ignored/pushed away by someone you love. Willel is amazing here, too, they start bonding even more thanks to their particular situation. And Mike... Poor Mike, he's so confused and doesn't know what he's feeling and why. This fic has everything! it's funny at times, really sad and heartbreaking at others, clever, and makes you go through so many different emotions. Be aware it's still ongoing, but don't worry, it's usually quick to update!

Us against the world - wasabi8000 | 13k | canon compliant They were right, Mike really is oblivious. Which is why when he figures out Will likes him, his entire world is turned on its axis. Or Mike finally puts the pieces together. Chaos ensues. It's really common to have Mike be absolutely oblivious to what is happening with Will, but what would happen if he figured it out? he's a little clueless when it comes to feelings, but he's also smart. This fic explores that. A great read that differs a little from the most popular interpretation of "mike doesn't figure it out".

i think we're alone now - friendstolovers | 3.5k | canon divergence i think? "Whatever," Lucas shrugs. "You’re just jealous that you aren’t getting any.” Mike raises an eyebrow, like he knows something the rest of them don't. Will looks like he wants to drown him. He probably deserves it. In which Will has a love bite, the Party freaks out about it, and Mike is jealous of himself. Teens being teens, Mike being jealous and not being able to stop thinking about Will. The party being clueless as to what is really going on haha. It was a sweet and fun read! perfect for when you want to step away from angst for a bit and are looking for something more lighthearted.

Mike Wheeler is Doing Just Fine - AtomosphericNonsense | 5k | canon compliant Mike Wheeler is doing just fine. No. Really. He’s okay. He’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with him. Nothing to see here, just mind your own fucking business. AKA: local stressed and queer teen has a mental breakdown, yells at a lake, and then has several more breakdowns. This is a Mike character study, in which he has several meltdowns. Luckily, he has people who help him endure it. Steve and Robin are wonderful here!

the winner takes it all - andiwriteordie | 9k | canon compliant “Honestly, I bet they’ll end up dating at one point or another. I’ve just got a feeling.” “I’ll take that bet,” Steve says, voice filled with certainty. “Bet you ten bucks Wheeler and Byers are just friends and don’t get together.” Robin and Steve make a bet on whether Will and Mike will end up together. Naturally, chaos ensues. Just as established by the summary, Steve and Robin make a bet about whether Will and Mike will get together. Then it escalates, more people get involved, and the bet changes from if to when. Such a fun and entertaining read!

when will you accept yourself? - awhstrangerthings | 8k | canon compliant, but post s3 and pre s4. There was only one thing he and Robin Buckley had in common; they both were undeniable nerds. So he's a little confused when he walks into the Video Store, and Robin offers advice of all things. After many visits and conversations about life, relationships, who he is as a person— Mike realises why he's been so drawn to converse with Robin, and that there were two things they had in common after all. Over the course of a month, we see Mike Wheeler in a state of vulnerability that we've never seen him in before as he comes to terms with himself, his sexuality, and his feelings for a certain friend in California with the help of Robin. Or, Mike Wheeler and his blossoming friendship with Robin Buckley. We have quite a few fics of Robin befriending Will, which i love, but now think about this: Mike befriending Robin. Their friendship is truly everything!

head over heels - ashhaxkerman | 11k | canon compliant On their way to Hawkins, the group decides to stay at a motel for the night. Mike and Will get a moment alone to talk. In which Will's birthday is forgotten and Mike attempts to fix their friendship, which he realizes, is something so much more.

we could be heroes (just for one day) - buffymysavior | 8k | canon compliant (pre vol. 2) Will can’t help but feel a sense of dread as Jonathan speeds past the familiar “Welcome to Hawkins” sign, the cold air pouring in through the windows and making the back of his neck prickle in a way it hasn’t since he’d left town. The past week had been…unexpected, to say the least. At the most, he thought that maybe, just maybe, he would give Mike the painting currently sticking out of the front of his backpack and that Mike would suddenly remember how much Will meant to him, and then things could go back to how they were supposed to be, and maybe Will could write off the past year of loneliness and self-pity as overthinking and nothing more. Instead, he found himself spending the week in the back of a pizza truck that had at one point housed a dead body, and when they weren’t in danger of getting shot by rogue government agents, he was trying to ignore the butterflies Mike Wheeler gave him whenever he smiled at him like it meant something. This fic written by my friend! Will gets vecna'ed, and Mike has some realizations. Although it doesn't follow vol. 2 events because it was written before, it deserves a read! It's both heartbreaking and sweet:) Also, you can pretend Mike's monologue here is the real one, instead of the one we got in the show haha.

Unbreakable Connection - Tea_For_One_Please | 20k | Soulmates AU At midnight on everyone's sixteenth birthday, they receive a connection of some kind with their soulmate. Some are connected by strings. Some have contact marks, a shadow of the first time their soulmate touches them. For some, the first words their soulmate says to them appears on their skin. Some find objects that their soulmate has misplaced. On the night of Will Byers' sixteenth birthday, he hears a little voice in his head. But whom does the voice belong to? Will he ever get to meet the mysterious "Gabriel"? This is the first AU on this list! I'm usually drawn to canonverse fics, but this caught my attention and i don't regret reading at all! It was great and their bond was portrayed in a unique way. Definitely worth a read!

Expect part 2 soon, as i'm consuming fics as if my life depended on it!

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

another idea is a classic ol pregnancy scare for eddie x reader?

Thanks for this! Coming in hot with 2 request for I start my shift at work!

female-coded reader, mentions of pregnancy. Read more is higher up because of this! Reader is 18 in this.

"Your poor nails," Eddie coos. He can see them more clearly, sitting behind you now.

The entire time he drove to the store, you sat in the passenger seat arms folded across your chest. You were quick in the store, sliding out of the van before he could get the gear fully into park. Part of it was because you'd heard--from others-- the best time to take a test is first thing in the morning. Your bladder would've never made it if Eddie went in by himself.

The nerves have been killing you and with a bad habit of nail biting, they received the short end of the deal. For the past two weeks you've been chewing them over and over and over, hoping today would be the day. But it never was.

You had a decently regular period. Only under certain extreme stress had you missed a period completely--the height of having to put together all your materials for college applications. You'd gotten accepted--much to your relief, but now you couldn't fuck it up.

You wouldn't consider Eddie and yours relationship as something so fragile that it couldn't handle a baby, but you didn't want that. Not right now. You wanted to be young and be a kid and have fun at parties, drink too much, have a brush with the law--maybe. But not this. Not a kid.

Eddie's fingers smooth over yours. His breath brushes over your cheek as you rest into his chest. He's a comfort to have in this moment. When you first had an inkling that something might be wrong, pulling him aside during lunch to talk to him, he comforted you then. A big hug, asking if you wanted to wait or check immediately. He and the nurse were solid--though, he shouldn't be using his connections to the few staff and teachers that did like him to get away with ditching, it was you and he'd do it in a heartbeat.

You didn't want to panic right away. Sometimes your period was a day or two late, sometimes four or five days late but it always came. You told him then you'd wait one more week.

One more week has landed you here.

You turn into Eddie's chest, the floor of the bathroom hard under your knees. He hums, adjusting his arms to take you in. "It's gonna be okay, sweetheart. We're gonna be okay."

"Do-do you want a kid right now?" you ask into the lapels of his vest.

"It's not ideal," Eddie returns. "It is far from it. But I'd make it work, ya know? We take the punches. They hurt like hell. But we take them and then we keep going, right? Isn't that what life is about?"

"Do you want kids at all?" you whisper, your find his t-shirt covering his torso and ball it into your fist.

"Eventually. A couple little munchkins--wild hair and making me regret my youth." His laugh is soft and it rumbles in your ear. "I wanna do right by them, you know? Give them what I didn't have--being there for sports. God, imagine me showing up to soccer games, shouting 'Sports! Yeah! Down the field! Look alive, Jr, look alive!'

The scene plays out in front of your eyes. Eddie still in his ripped jeans but having traded vintage band t-shirts in for a more leather look, running alongside the field to cheer his kid on. You imagine you're in the stands, holding jackets and sports bags and maybe the youngest of your family in your lap while Eddie gets toe to toe with a ref about a bad call. You might call out to him, gently wave for him to take it down just a notch. We can't get banned from games, sweetheart. Not a cool dad look, you might say.

And it would be all you needed to say for Eddie to nod, coming back to the bleachers to take the youngest and bring them down to the sidelines on his hip. You'll keep me in check, right bud? Keep your old man from getting locked up over an absolute horse manure call, he might tease.

But it's all future. It's all late twenties and a college degree and a house and not right now.

You don't even realize you're crying. Not until Eddie gently shushes you, rocking you side to side. "It's alright. If-if this is positive and you don't want a baby right now, then-then we can talk about it," Eddie offers.

It comes out in stutters, Eddie unsure of his own words, because would a kid be all that bad? Maybe it wouldn't. Maybe it would be. He's not sure anymore. He just hates to see you worried.

The kitchen timer shrills in the tiny bathroom. Eddie's attention snaps up to the chicken shaped item and he tightens you in his hold. For the first time in a long time, Eddie prays. He shuts his eyes and prays that for your sake this test is the answer you want it to be. It's a quick prayer and then he's nudging you gently, thumb brushing over your cheek.

You're slow to remove yourself from the safety of Eddie's body. His smile is gently, but wobbly. "I-if you want, I'll check," he offers.

You shake your head. "Together?" you propose.

He nods. "Stand up on the count of three...hundred?"

You exhale a tuft of laughter. "On the count of three."

"Since you want to be a party pooper," he teases.

You two count down together and then push up. The liquid is clear in the container--a torturous twenty minutes. But there it sits in your face. Clear liquid. You clutch the ends of the counter--a wave of relief hitting you. "It's negative," you exhale.

Eddie squeezes at your hips and you turn to face him, only to be engulfed in a hug. Eddie feels only a tiny sting of pain in his chest, the part of him that did want to do better by his children. But he's thankful it's not right now. The future--he can do all that in the future.

You're not sure how long you're in that bathroom, embracing. Your face buried in his neck and his face buried in yours. But it feels good to have a small small sigh of relief.

"We're using condoms for forever," you tease. You two discussed trying sex with no additional protection, considering you'd been on the pill for two years. It sounded like a good idea at the time until this brush. You know condoms weren't 100% safe either, but the combination made you feel safer than without it now.

Eddie laughs. "I can agree to that. Scouts honor."

The rainy day in Hawkins doesn't slow but it doesn't really matter as you curl up on Eddie's bed. Half the night you could hardly sleep and it caught up now. Eddie sits on the floor in front of the mattress, notebooks in his lap. Though Eddie didn't really care about school, he still did his best to make an effort and you'd only agree to nap if he agreed to use the time to be productive. He gave in easily to the soft demand.

You're not even sure how long you're drifting in and out of sleep, trying to let sleep embrace you but something floating deep within your subconscious that keeps waking you. You only sort of get a feeling of what it might be when you sit up, thinking the nerves of earlier are still playing tricks on your bladder.

Eddie watches you pad into the bathroom, his pajama bottoms on your hips. He smiles and then looks back down into his algebra textbook and groans. Yep, he was totally doing that equation wrong.

With a sigh, he starts over, eraser carrying away the error.

"Really?" Your voice echoes and Eddie scrambles to get up from the floor.

He doesn't bother knocking. The door opens wide with Eddie's eyes frantically searching the room. It's just you on the toilet, pants down, toilet tissue in hand. And there, on it, he notices something a twinge red.

"Your period?" he asks.

"Yes! We did all this fretting for the bitch to show up right after!" You discard the used tissue into the bowl.

He relaxes, a snort leaving his nose. He crouches down and opens the doors to the cabinet under the sink. He tosses the package of pads to you and then holds up a box. "Life's got a sense of humor, doesn't she? Which ones?"

"Something like that," you mutter. You hold up the pads you managed to catch. "These are fine for right now. Thanks."

"Of course." He puts the tampons back and watches just for a moment as you get the hygiene product secured to your underwear. "So that's how you do it," he hums and then presses a kiss to your temple.

Eddie exits the bathroom and gets the door closed behind him. "Holler again if you need me. Or your period's a bitch again."

"Will do!" you return.

[her-majesty-horiko]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐚 𝐙𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐲𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐅!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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➷ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ?

ᴛᴀɢs - school au, jealously, jealous couple, bickering, compliments, flusteration, fluff, neon, gon

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"You are really a big help. If you want I can pay you back." Your senior wink in flirtatious way as you simply give him a close eye smile as he waved back at you with a smile from his side too.

You were in same club, yesterday he was due with a club project but unfortunately it was still incomplete. Feeling bad for the guy you offer him your help and here we are now.

As he left you as you feel a dark aura emitting from your behind annnd it was Killua, ofc.

"I am gonna break those shining teeth of his then we will see if he can still smile."

"Seriously Killua?"

"Hey don't forget you almost were ready to kill me because you see a girl laughing while talking to me."

"Well I feel guilty about that!"

"Okay so you got right to be protective but I don't?"

"We both got right but that doesn't mean we should literally stop our partner from having normal human interaction and it's not like we can control intentions of other person."

"Oh? So you atleast know we can't control intentions of other person. Well hopefully next time you will remember that before lashing out on me!"

You both glared at each other so hard a spark was created before Gon calm you guys once again.

"That idiot girl is not being reasonable." Killua retorted as he cross arms against his chest.

"I dare to say that again." You said with your fist rising.

"You guys please stop." Gon said trying to hide his exhaustion with a smile.

"It's a no-no." Neon suddenly appeared as other three back up in suprise.

"Why are you even here?" Killua said with annoyed look.

"Of course to meet (Y/N)-chan." She hugged you, making Killua even more annoyed.

"Stop clinging to her will you?" Killua scoffed,"Well unlike certain someone I am open with my feelings." She said those words with smile but their meaning was sure sour.

"But like I was saying you guys need to improve your communicative skills."

"I think they are already improved enough. We're honest with each other." Killua said not liking to hear criticism from blue hair girl.

"Well if that's called improved then I don't know what's more worst then it." Gon mumbled to himself but Killua caught the words and hold his collar in annoyance.

"So today you're gonna compliment each other." Neon declared, hands on her hip.

"What how can we find something to compliment so easily?" You hold your chin between your fingers.

"Yeah." Despite agreeing with you this wast much hard for Killua because from his view each time you was there he can always find something to compliment about but of course it's easier to think than being done.

"It's a test of your love!" Neon announced, definitely not backing up on her plan.

"Test of l-l-love?" You repeat with flusteration clear in your voice.

"You can't be serious (Y/N)?" Killua question reading your face.

"W-well─"

"(Y/N)-chan agrees. Everything settles." Neon said she pushes you in front,"Let's start with you only Killua." Neon pointed at white hair boy, who stuttered 'me?' to which Neon casually response 'yes'.

Staring at you for sometime, making you self conscious he opened his mouth only to let out long breath.

"Is it too hard to find something on (Y/N)-chan?" Gon comment innocently not knowing it hit ther nerve on you as you immediately held white hair boy's collar and in threatening tone ask him to conform it.

"O-of course not! It's just. . . . little embarrassing to say." He said as he avert his eyes away. Upon hearing his reason you also set him free as an unknown feeling emerge inside you.

"That's a negative point." Neon said from sidelines, making an irk mark appear on Killua.

"It's okay. I know he act like all rough and all but on inside he is much caring and sweet. He probably feeling embarrassed so I-I think I will go first." You said in meek voice as you fiddle with your fingers while other three awed at your words.

Even through you act so mean and arrogant, you always try to understand him better than everyone else.

"You already complete your part." Neon said while Gon agree with her.

"I did?" You said as red lines appear on your cheeks.

"Yes you did, right Killua?" Neon eyed the white hair boy who was still in awed from your words.

"Maybe?"

"Don't maybe! Now just say something on your turn."

". . ."

He look at you once again before his eyes caught yours, looking at him with pure hope. This cause him to have red lines appear on his cheeks before he avert them again.

"I like. . . .your smile." He is burning from inside but atleast he was able to say something good.

"Huh? Not good enough. Say something more." Neon complaint. Killua was about to bark at her back before (Y/N) assured them,"It's fine."

"Even with this much words I am truly happy. Truly happy to hear him say that." Your pure aura of happiness was around you. Your eyes was down due to shyness, but your happy face was everything. And just like that everyone was in aw once again.

"Can I date you instead (Y/N)-chan?"

"WHAT?"

"She really deserves better."

"WHAT!?"

Words from Neon and Gon was sure out of box, confused Killua looked at them both while you feel your cheeks burning with compliment.

"I feel so special." You thought as you look down in embarrassment.

"I think that was good enough." Gon comment as he pat Killua on the back.

Neon nodded in response before she slapped her hands with suprised expression,"Oh I remember the real reason I come here for."

Hearing this Killua gritted his teeth as Gon hold him back.

"What was that it?" You really didn't care if that thing before only happen cause Neon forget her real reason, to add you were most certainly happy she forgot and proposed that plan.

"I am having a welcome party at my house in few days so I wanted (Y/N)-chan to come shopping me, if it's okay with Killua." Neon stated as everyone glances at Killua.

"It's her choice don't make me come in between." He nonchalantly stated.

"Oh~?" Gon and Neon said together making Killua annoyed as ever.

"Well if it's okay with you, can Gon and Killua also join us?" You ask Neon with red lines on your cheeks. Looks like you was trying to be cool about it but your face totally give you away.

"If that's what (Y/N)-chan wants then I am fine with it." Neon said in a tone, totally devoted to you.

"So we all will hang out together? Sounds fun!" Gon said in pure excitement while Killua tch in response.

You looking at other three just smile which Killua capture in his heart.

[charliedawn]

Lol I love the idea of two people liking each other but both being completaly oblivious to the fact other person likes them and everyone around them see it and are getting annoyed/irritated by the fact those two aren't together yet! It's hillarious 🤣! (Not necessaraly saying this is a request or anything, but my fav characters are slashers and Hannibal family, just in case you wanna write something)

Morgan found you annoying at first, because he didn't understand his own feelings and it turned into constant bickering.

Morgan : "STOP. Just stop."

You *clueless* : "STOP what ?"

Morgan : "You. In my head. Constantly. It's unnerving."

You *giggle and tease him* : "Well..If I didn't know any better, I would say that you've got a little crush on me."

Morgan shook his head at the absurd notion alone and walked away—ignoring you when you decided to follow him.

Morgan doesn't like when things don't go according to plan and he had a plan on finding the perfect soulmate based on very specific criteria.

And there you came, making a mess of his plans..

It started becoming a sort of competition of who would break first.

He would think you're doing it on purpose and get annoyed at the sight of you—or avoid you.

Unbeknownst to the both of you that if you were to dig deeper you would find the true reason behind your playful banter..

His brothers watching the both of you from the sidelines :

Kevin : "...I'm gonna tell them."

Peter : "Don't you dare !"

You met Kevin in art school and lucky for you, he always arrives late to everything. And, you kept unconsciously saving a seat for him next to you..

You *pretend to be annoyed as he sits next to you* : "Why do you always seat here ?"

Kevin *pretends to be thinking about it* : "Hum...Because it is the only empty seat ?"

You *bluntly* : "You are annoying."

Him *smiles and winks you* : "Sure. So, do we start working or...?"

He would tease you and follow you around—making it very difficult for people not to notice..

Soon enough, his hand would find yours and you would start walking hand-in-hand around school.

Morgan *noticing the dreamy expression on Kevin's face and arks a quizzical eyebrow* : "...Are you thinking of Y/N again ?"

Kevin : "WHA—?! NO ! EWW ! WE'RE JUST FRIENDS !"

Peter : "...Friends don't usually hold hands and go on dates.."

Kevin *process in motion* : "...OH MY GOSH ! I'VE GOT A CRUSH ON Y/N !"

Morgan *rolls his eyes with an amused smile* : "Took you long enough.."

Peter met you at school and as crushes go with him, it started normal—until it wasn't..

Peter started by being normal around you. He acted nice, sympathetic, funny..

He was perfect.

But, once you were out of sight or he would return home ? That's when things would change and slight developments could be noticed in his behavior.

He would shut himself off from the rest of the family, do extensive research on everything and everyone even remotely related to you and spend hours in deep concentration..

Now, it would be very difficult for Peter not to understand right away.

It usually doesn't take him long to fall in love and he is the first aware of that.

He usually passes through multiple stages : happiness overload, intense paranoïa, brief episode of depression, stalking and finally, unhealthy obsession..

The Hannibal Family all know how intense it can be for Peter when he has a crush, it is the very reason they don't like it when he has one.

Kevin *opens the door ajar* : "Erm..You're alright baby bro ?"

Peter *doesn't answer and keeps staring at the wall*

Kevin *closes the door* : "...Okay. Good to know."

Morgan *waiting outside* : "So ?"

Kevin : "...Yup. It's definitely a crush. Better warn Hannibal Sr."

Freddy didn't know you had a crush of him and he refused to acknowledge his, no matter what the other slashers or anyone else had to say..

Even Michael tried to knock some sense in the stubborn slasher, but Freddy didn't want to se it.

Freddy : "Me ? Y/N ? Nah. You got it all wrong, buddy.."

Michael *stays silent before grabbing his notebook and writing down* : "So..Does that mean I can try to ask her out ?"

Freddy *immediately punches him and hurts his wrist in the process* : "LIKE HELL YOU CAN ! BACK OFF ! THAT B*TCH IS MINE !"

Michael *chuckles*

Freddy *realizes* : "...Sh*t."

Freddy proceeded to avoid you for days after that, as he thought you didn't feel the same and whenever you would try to approach him, he would find a reason to leave or some other thing to take care of.

You : "Freddy ! We need to talk !"

Freddy : "Can't. I've got a doctor's appointment."

Y/N : "...YOU CAN'T GET SICK !"

Freddy *runs away*

It would take time for Freddy to accept his feelings and do the first step.

He is usually the confident one of the group, but when it comes to feelings ?

He becomes a mess.

Norman was the last one to notice his crush on you—even his mother persona caught your mutual attraction from the start and made sure you understand your place in that relationship..

Mother Bates : "I've got my eye on you, missy/mister. Don't think for a moment that I don't know what you are doing.."

You *oblivious* : "Hum...Okay ? And what am I supposed to not be doing exactly ?"

Mother Bates : "Stay away from my Norman. He doesn't need you."

She then left and you were surprised by her words, but didn't let them faze you. You had already faced her many times before and weren't afraid of her—even though she did creep you sometimes.

But, her warning did linger in your mind, a well as the very threatening tone she had used.

What could have made her feel so threatened that she would go as far as tell you to stay away ?

It did raise certain questions and when you finally had the opportunity to ask her, she seemed dumbfounded.

Mother Bates *leans forward to stare intently at you and finally smiles* : "You really are clueless, aren't you ?"

Mother Bates wouldn't dignify you with an answer, but she would find it amusing all the same.

She was used to Norman ignoring his own feelings, but would internally be very pleased of the fact that you don't know them yourself...until she wouldn't find it amusing any longer.

Mother Bates : "FOR GOODNESS SAKE ! CAN'T YOU SEE WHAT IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU ?!"

You : "...A very angry mother ?"

Mother Bates : "..Kids I swear...NORMAN IS IN LOVE WITH YOU !"

You : "..."

Her : "..."

You and Norman : "...WHAT ?!"

Pennywise would try to be oblivious at first—pretending your racing heart was fear or excitement. He would refuse seeing the truth and dismiss everything or everyone that would try to convince him.

Even if you were to tell him yourself, he would laugh it off or pretend not feeling anything for you.

Pennywise : "Sorry. Not happening."

Pennywise would be cash with you from the beginning. He would be able to tell that you like him, but would try to convince you otherwise.

He wouldn't want to hurt you by letting you believe he can feel the same.

Pennywise and Penny were told from the moment they became monsters that they wouldn't be able to fall in love. Ever.

He wouldn't acknowledge his feelings for you, because it would mean to go against everything he believes to be true.

Pennywise *sighs* : "...I really wish I could tell you that I can reciprocate your feelings but.." *retrieves his own heart and crumbles it to sand in his hand* "...I can't. I'm sorry."

It would take some time for him to acknowledge his own feelings for you and he would probably avoid you at the start—but would eventually come around.

Pennywise *scratches his throat nervously* : "I'm..sorry. I made a mistake. I..I like you too. I think."

Pennywise was never in love before, he never even had a crush..So, it might take time for him to get used to it—but the result would be worth the wait.

Penny feeds on fear and pain. It would confuse him to be affected by this irresistible pull some humans suffer from.

He would try to process it and put a name on it.

When he would finally be able to tell, he would end up even more confused..How could it be that you would both feel this need to be together ? How could love blossom between a human and a...a monster ?

He would remain the same around you at first—smiling and joking and laughing..

But inside, he would feel this pull tear his heart open and ask for Pennywise to help.

Pennywise : "...Tell them."

Penny *surprised* : "What ?! NO !"

Pennywise *sighs* : "Look, kid. We all know how you feel. It's obvious you like each other, so you just need to tell them."

Penny reluctantly agreed and after a long moment of consideration, he decided to tell you.

Penny : "...You feel warm. Safe. It's...It's not right."

You seemed to realize he was truly struggling with what he was feeling and decided to help him by declaring your feelings for him too.

When you did, his face lit up and all of his worries seemed to pop out of existence. He was just so happy you felt the same.

Nearby :

Pennywise felt a pang in his chest at the thought that he would probably never feel the same towards anyone, but still smiled proudly at his brother from the shadows.

"Heh. Good job, kid."

Brahms was acting really nervous around you, jolting every time he would see you and you couldn't help but tease him about it.

You *laugh* : "What ? Do I perhaps make you nervous, Brahms ?"

He would blush furiously and shake his head vividly before either running away or standing there with his face lowered in shame.

You would always laugh it off and it would only make Brahms more and more confused.

You *smile mischievously* : "Does your little heart beat faster whenever I'm around ?"

Another teasing. But, this time. He had an answer to give you.

Brahms : "What if it is ?"

When he looked up at you, you found hesitation and determination there.

Brahms : "What if I really like you ?"

Your smile immediately vanished once you realized he was being serious.

You : "Wait..What ?"

Brahms grunted in frustration before grabbing your hand and pressing it against his chest.

Brahms : "Here."

You could feel his heart beating wildly in his ribcage and for the first time, you didn't know what to say.

You glanced up at Brahms with widened eyes and lips slightly parted in shock before they returned to the fingers spread on his chest—above his heart.

You didn't think..It was your time to blush and when Brahms released your hand, you let it linger there for a few seconds before retrieving it.

You looked up at Brahms who didn't say a word and you smiled.

"I'm...glad."

Brahms smiled as well and nuzzled your face with his masked nose before the slashers all came in.

There was a long silence before Freddy finally shouted:

"F*CKING FINALLY ! WE THOUGHT YOU GUYS WOULD DIE VIRGINS !"

Michael *shakes his head disapprovingly before hitting the back of Freddy's head*

Myers felt it first. He had already felt this emotion before. He knew what it meant and the thought alone made him itch for a knife.

Myers' purpose was to prevent all affective relationships of Michael with anyone.

But, he didn't think he would meet any resistance this time around..

He was wrong.

In Michael's head :

Michael *grabs Myers' arm* : "Don't you dare. Not them. Not again."

Myers : "They will hurt you. They always do.."

Michael : "Not them. Please."

Myers *grabs him by the throat and seethes* : "I wasn't asking, Michael. You can't control me. You never had a choice."

Michael *grits his teeth and shoves Myers off him* : "I DON'T NEED YOU ! GET OUT OF MY LIFE !"

Myers : "THEY'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO SEPARATE US ! NEVER ! YOU'LL BE THE BOOGEYMAN FOREVER !"

Michael woke up in sweats and found you by his side—worry painted all over your face.

You : "Michael. Are you alright ?"

Michael felt this pang in his chest and he knew Myers wouldn't be far, lurking in the shadows and ready to cut you in half at any moment. So, he would deny.

He would write down he is alright.

He would tell you a lie.

He would break your heart or make sure you can't see him anymore—it would be better than to wake up one day with your blood on his hands.

Michael *smiles and nods*

You : "That's good. I was pretty worried for a sec'."

And you should be.

But, not about him.

Myers : "Soon. Soon. You will be all mine."

[jackhues]

Hiii and congrats on 1000 followers!! Can I request 🤍 for buttercup/peanut meeting Bedard for the first time? I think it would be funny either way because bee's not super happy with the comparisons with her dad, while peanut probably doesn't even understand who he is

thank youu <33 haha, here's a short blurb on both of the meetings

buttercup:

the stadium groaned in unison as the horn sounded to signal the end of the game. buttercup, along with the other fans, took a moment to clap and cheer on the boys as they left the ice.

plastering a smile on her face, she made her way out of the stands and through the halls reserved for players and family.

"you played a hell of a game out there," she gave tristan jarry, the pend goaltender, a hug.

he nodded half-heartedly, patting the top of bee's head fondly as he moved towards the locker room.

bee smiled sadly after him, always sad to see the goaltenders sad after losing a game.

sid shoved his glove in his daughter's face as he walked by, trying to get her to cheer up a little. bee made a face, swatting his sweaty glove, but giving him a hug.

"i saw your goal," she said. "you're lucky. i just got back from getting some candy. if you were any earlier, i would've been upset that i missed it."

sid laughed, "oh it's my fault you miss seeing the goal?"

"obviously," she answered.

"oh get outta here," he shoved his glove near her face again.

"you can't talk to your child, your own flesh and blood, like that," she called after him, waiting in the hallway as he continued making his way to the locker room.

whenever she watched the game, she had a habit of staying in the hallway until the last penguins player left, and then heading over to wait for her dad finishing up his media.

like always, sid went ahead to get a head start so they could go home and bee would be ready for school the next day, while she congratulated all the pens players on their game.

"your russian's getting weak!" geno called as the two of them finished a half-english-half-russian conversation.

"not my fault!" bee called back.

she craned her head to see if there were any more pens players coming out of the tunnel, freezing as she saw a different jersey.

before she knew what was happening, the blackhawks team made their way past her, too lost in their own huddles and the adrenaline of winning to care about a little girl in a penguins hoodie standing at the sidelines.

bee froze, wide eyed, as players she only knew from watching the game, made their way past her in real life.

they stopped near the hallway before heading to the locker room, huddling up with their teammates and congratulating each other on plays. everywhere bee looked, there was a blackhawks jersey.

"you okay?"

bee looked up at nick foligno, a veteran hockey player now playing with the blackhawks.

"i'm good," she answered, though she wasn't sure how convinced he was.

"are you lost or something? need help?" another person asked.

bee looked at connor bedard, the rookie sensation. she raised a brow.

she expected him to be taller.

"bee?" jon, the equipment manager, called out from the front of the room. "c'mon, your dad's done media for the day. he's waiting in the second hallway."

"i'm coming," bee said, making her way towards him.

behind her, most of the players were now trickling into the locker room, still excited over the win. but she could hear some players whisper "oh, that's sidney crosby's kid!"

she was pretty sure one of those whispers belonged to connor bedard.

-

peanut:

"peanut, where are you even going?" mama sighed, following her kid.

peanut had been adamant on seeing her dad and saying hi to him, and then saying hi to mitchy, and then saying hi to everyone else on the team. now, she was refusing to get back to her seat in the stands.

"you want me to watch her for a while?" jennifer, one of the media coordinators for the leafs, asked. "we're just gonna be here for twenty minutes or so to film chicago's entry."

"fun!" peanut clapped her hands, taking a seat on the floor.

mama made a face, "well, i guess i'll stay here with you guys."

jennifer laughed, setting up the cameras to get some shots ready. soon enough, a trickle of chicago blackhawks players made their way through the hall, some stopped by peanut wanting to claim the hallway to do tricks instead.

"mama, watch me," peanut said suddenly jumping up and blocking connor bedard's path. she looked up at him, "you need to move backwards. i wanna show my mama a trick."

"oh dear god, why is she like this?" mama muttered to herself, embarrassed.

jennifer tried her best to hide her laughter, recording the trick peanut wanted to show mama.

after doing three (partial) cartwheels, peanut threw her hands in the air and grinned. "ta-da!!"

mama, jennifer, and connor clapped dutifully as peanut ran back to sit on the floor.

"that was great," connor grinned, giving the little girl a high five before moving past.

"sorry about her," mama chuckled. "she's at the age where she thinks she's the most important person in the world, and her dad's coddling doesn't help that."

connor shook it off, "no worries. i'd actually have been disappointed if i missed that. she's a cute kid."

"thanks, i made her."

[shallowseeker]

THESIS: AU Bobby is more like John than OG Bobby. He's a soldier. That's why it makes sense to me that OG Mary wound up gravitating to him.

He's the John-version of Bobby Singer! (I don't actually think she'd gravitate to OG Bobby Singer.) After Mary dies, he essentially becomes John-coded with regards to Jack:

Bobby: About that. I liked the kid. We fought together. But there's only one way this ends. ... Bobby: If his human side is gone, you know what's left -- Lucifer. Now, if you boys want to sit around and talk, fine. But me? I'm gonna get on the horn to some of my people and go find that boy. ... Bobby: An unstoppable monster who don't know right from wrong gets put down -- or the closest we can get to it. And anybody who don't know that needs to go back to school. 14x19

Mary gravitates towards soldiers who make her feel safe. She and Dean both chafe when faced with authoritarian-King-type characters:

DEAN: And that's what you offered them, a chance to stroke your ego? And you wonder why they said no. Well, we've got something better – a plan. Now, you can sit on the sidelines and watch the world die, or you can fight. (CROWLEY considers.) DEAN: You know, to be king again, maybe you need to remember how to be a soldier. 11x22

Tragically, because they were raised with an ingrained value of heroism, they're often more comfortable with being in the fight, especially one with clear rules.

MARY: I’m not going back. DEAN: I’m sorry. What? MARY: I fought beside these people. I respect them. I respect their cause. You can’t expect me to just abandon them. SAM: No, Mom, that’s not -- You heard what Lucifer said. We have 31 hours -- MARY: I -- Sam...Dean...I know what you went through to come find me. [Dean scoffs at that. He is obviously upset.] MARY: But these people are being slaughtered. They need me here. 13x22

As for the fight itself, finding the right cause or being in a purgatory where the enemies are clearly delineated is a very tempting allure for all of them (indeed, all of us). We all want to back the winner, whether that's the strongest or the rightest.

SAM: Getting these groups to enlist and then work together, it's not gonna be easy. DEAN: Couldn't you just compel them? CHUCK: I invented free will for a reason. DEAN: So we're tying our hands on principle? CHUCK: No, you can't make an effective soldier by force. They have to choose this fight. DEAN: But they're gonna want to know they're backing a winner. LUCIFER (indicates CHUCK): So… 11x22

Anyway, both Dean and Mary gravitate towards soldiers, but they specifically fall in love with soldiers who, despite fighting a war (in Castiel's case, a war that waged on for billions of years), still retain their sense of hope and kindness.

MARY: Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't. (beat) No offense.

Hunters believe that it's going to end one way. But the Henry-and-John-and-Cas coded idealism combats that, somewhat. They believe in the future. If they believe in the future, then Mary and Dean can believe in that future, too. (CAS: "You have to believe you can do better, be better. You can start being good anytime. DEAN echoes this with Jack: "Every day, we have to believe we can get better.")

Anyway, these dutiful, rock-solid idealists soothe some of that inner nihilism that both Mary and Dean struggle with.

///

But!

After Mary, John was destroyed. He didn't believe in anything anymore. (He was supposed to be invincible, incorruptible, at least in Mary's eyes.) John without Mary rampaged the world in the name of a corrupt cause, neglecting his children but "doing what he had to do" to keep them safe.

On the flipside, when she returned, we got to see a Mary without John. She was so horrified by the smoldering remains of the John she knew, of the death of the idealized future for her children, that she went looking for a new cause too. That's what the British MoL was all about. It was Mary's answer to nihilism. She also neglected her family by "doing what she had to do" to keep them safe.