#I’m not crazy here right—like yes it would have been SMART to do such things before inquiring about the position but I literally emailed

[pizzabookbuying]

not my school not actually having a formal application process for this position and just immediately assuming they can start training me despite the fact that I’m not even on payroll yet—

[arc-misadventures]

Would You Care To Join Us? 2

Jaune: Nora, I need your… advice.

Nora: Oh?! Fearless Leder needs my help?! This is a glorious day!

Jaune: I’m already starting to regret this…

Nora: So tell me gloriously leader! What can I help you with?

Jaune: How does one… get a girl…? How does one make a girl your girlfriend?

Nora: Why are you asking me that; Couldn’t you ask, Rin, or Pyrrha?

Jaune: Pyrrha’s only been on publicity dates, meant to show off something, or someone. No romance in those at all. And has, Rin ever been on anything close to a date?

Nora: Ahh, good points. But, I’ve never dated before, why are you asking me?

Jaune: Cause it’s you, Nora.

Nora: Ahh! That’s why you’re the leader! Always coming up with the smart plans there!

Jaune: So… any ideas?

Nora: Who’s the girl you’re trying to win over?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Ms. Goodwitch…

Nora: Triple G?!

Jaune: Don’t call her that!

Nora: Sorry…

Jaune: Haa… Okay, so can you help me?

Nora: I can!

Jaune: Awesome!

Jaune: How…?

Nora: Hmmm… Oh I know! You should have sex with, Blake in her classroom!

Jaune: …

Jaune: The fuck?!

Nora: I know it’s crazy, but hear me out. So, you sleep with, Blake in, Ms. Goodwitch’s classroom, then she stumbles upon you, and then you ask her to join in! Simple as that!

Jaune: …

Jaune: That’s the craziest plan I ever heard…

Nora: But, it could work~?

Jaune: Even if I agree to this plan, answer me one thing: Why, Blake?

Nora: She’s kinky, she’d totally do it.

Jaune: …

Jaune: She probably would.

Jaune: Haaa… Fine I’ll do it… But, if this back fires, and I wind up in detention, you’re banned from having pancakes for a week.

Nora: You wouldn’t dare!

Jaune: Pray that you don’t find out.

~~~

Blake: Oh fuck~?!

Jaune: Honestly, I thought you slap me in the face for even suggesting we do this. But, you’re really getting into this, Blake.

Blake: Oh~! Can you blame me? You have no idea how many boxes this ticks off, and me on~!

Jaune: Really? Care to tell me? Maybe I can check off another item on that list for you~?

Blake: Doing it in a classroom. Ooph~! The possibility of being caught. Doing a human. Actually getting off~!

Jaune: Ouch, how many bad lovers have you had?

Blake: Too many! Oh! We should film this, and send it to them!

Jaune: Beg pardon?

Blake: Those losers would absolutely… Ohhh~! Would absolutely lose it if they saw me actually getting off, to a human no less! Oh gods~! We should have done this sooner~!

Jaune: I-I’m not really sure about…?!

Ruby: Blake, are you here? I want the next volume of… Ninjas in… love…?

Jaune: Uhh… hi, Ruby…?

Ruby: H-Hi…

Jaune: Uhh… Blake, and I are kinda busy right now… you can ask her for that book later.

Ruby: O-Okay… whoa that’s massive…

Jaune: But, in the meantime… w-would you care to join us?

Ruby: Yes!

Blake: A threesome?! Fuck yeah, another item off my checklist!

~~~

Nora: Ruby?

Jaune: Yeah…

Nora: How did it go?

Jaune: Blake got… kinky so I didn’t really do it a lot with her.

Nora: Makes sense.

Jaune: So, Ruby asked me to join her in the classroom again.

Nora: Oh cool! Treat her nicely!

Jaune: Don’t worry, I will!

~~~

Ruby: H-How are you… Ohh~! How are you so good with knots? Mmmm~!

Jaune: Boy scout, easiest badge I ever got

Ruby: I knew it! You’re a total boy scout!

Jaune: And, you’re loving it~!

Ruby: Hell yeah~! Ohhh~!

Jaune: Tell me; You like being tied up, how about being gagged?

Ruby: Oh fuck yeah!

Jaune: Alright then, let’s…?!

Weiss: Ruby, did you take my binder… A-Again…?

Ruby: N-No…

Jaune: Hmmm… That didn’t sound so sincere. Did it, Weiss?

Weiss: N-No it didn’t…

Jaune: Would you care to join us, Weiss? Maybe then we can get her to talk.

Weiss: …?!

~~~

Nora: Did, Weiss join in?

Jaune: Yeah… yeah she did…

Nora: Was it bad?

Jaune: Oddly specifically kinky…

Nora: Eh?

~~~

Weiss: Grrk! Grrk! Grrk!

Jaune: Oh, are you enjoying yourself, bitch?

Weiss: Mmmph~?!

Jaune: D-Did you just…? Who said you could do that?

Weiss: Mmm-mmrrry!

Jaune: Looks like I’m going to to have to puni…

Yang: Did someone say, ‘Pun?!’

Jaune: Uhhh…?

Weiss: …?!

Jaune: No… no they did not…

Yang: Oh… Uhh…? What’s going on here…?

Jaune: Exploring, Weiss’s kink…

Yang: Kink?

Jaune: Domination…

Yang: Oh… that’s unexpected…

Jaune: Yeah…

Yang: …

Jaune: Are you just going to stand there, or would you care to join us, Yang?

Yang: Oh~?

~~~

Nora: Yang? You got the wrong blonde, Fearless Leader.

Jaune: Yeah…

Nora: So… Are you going to try again with, Yang?

Jaune: Yeah, she asked me to help her explore her kink.

Nora: What’s her kink?

Jaune: Beats me.

~~~

Yang: Ohh~! Big bro! We can’t do this here~!

Jaune: I am so conflicted right now! I have seven sisters, and you look like all of them! And, you want to do this?!

Yang: Because, its so god damn hot~!

Jaune: That’s what makes it worse!

Yang: Forget about it, just focus on me, and the moment, big bro~!

Jaune: Gods… Why is my little sister such a…?!

Emerald: Shit, where did I place that…?! That…?

Jaune: Uhhh… Hi… Emerald…

Emerald: Hi…

Yang: Yo~!

Emerald: Hi… Uhhh… A-Are you two related…?

Jaune: N-No…

Emerald: B-But… L-Lil sis…?

Jaune: It’s… its her kink… So…

Emerald: Oh…

Jaune: So… so are you going to do whatever it is you were going to do, or would you like to join us instead?

Emerald: J-Join…?

~~~

Nora: A brother complex?

Jaune: Yeah, I thought only girls with brothers would develop a brother complex like my sisters. But, apparently not.

Nora: Yeah…

Nora: So, Emerald… How was that?

Jaune: Also into the brother complex thing too.

Nora: Okay…

Jaune: She asked for a second run.

Nora: She did?

Jaune: She said she wanted to play something out.

Nora: Oh really? What does she want to play out?

~~~

Emerald: I’m sorry!

Jaune: For what?!

Emerald: I’m sorry for stealing!

Jaune: No you’re not! You’re sorry you got caught!

Emerald: OHH~!

Jaune: Oh? You like that? You wanted to get caught didn’t you! So you could be punished you naughty butch!

Emerald: N-N-NooooOoh~?!

Jaune: You do~! Well, guess I’ll have to try harder to punish you, you slu…?!

Cinder: Emerald?! Are you here, we need to… to…?!

Jaune: Uhh…?!

Emerald: C-Cinder?! W-What are you doing here?!

Cinder: I was… I was looking… L-Looking for you…

Emerald: F-For what…?

Cinder: I… I don’t remember… oh gods… its so big…

Jaune: Oh… well would you like to join us maybe we can jog your memory?

Cinder: J-Join…?

~~~

Nora: So, Cinder joined in, eh?

Jaune: Yeah, Emerald really enjoyed it when, Cinder joined in on the action.

Nora: Must have a crush on her.

Jaune: I’d bet money on that.

Nora: So, did, Cinder ask you for a spin too~?

~~~

Cinder: AhhHhh~!

Jaune: I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?

Cinder: No. It’s just to so~!

Jaune: I’ll go slow… be nice, and gentle, just like you asked.

Cinder: Oh dear~! Hold me!

Jaune: I’m here honey, I’m here… eh?!

Cinder: Huw?

Neo: 🙂

Jaune: H-Hi…?

Neo: 😁👋

Cinder: N-Neo?! What are you doing here?!

Neo: 😍🍆💦

Cinder: You want to join us?

Neo: 🤩

Jaune: Whoa hey?! I didn’t say the line!

~~~

Nora: So, Cinder is into softcore?

Jaune: I think she’s more into the feeling of being loved, because she hasn’t ever experienced genuine live in all her life. In the afterglow she delved into to some… heavy stuff… she’s been through a lot…

Nora: Oh… I’m sorry to hear that… so… What does, Neo want?

Jaune: She’s mute, so she didn’t tell me.

Nora: So she’ll show you then?

Jaune: Probably.

~~~

Ruby: 🥴

Jaune: Okay… This is unexpected…

Ruby: 🚫❤️❔

Jaune: I didn’t say that. I will say, you certainly are tighter than her!

Ruby: 😏

Jaune: What’s that smile about?

Weiss: 😍

Jaune: Okay, now this is a semblance I would like to play with!

Nora: 🥰

Jaune: Okay, I haven’t done it with her, so this is kinda…??

Nora: Jaune! We ran out of…?!

Jaune: Uhh…?!

Nora: N-Neo…?

Nora: 😘

Nora: You’re fucking me… but, not me…?

Jaune: Uhh… yeah…? I-It was her idea!

Nora: 😇

Nora: I’m a little offended really… I mean, you’re fucking me, but not the real me? Why?

Jaune: Oh… Well, we can fix that… So, would you care to join us?

Nora: …

Nora: Fuck me… Literally~!

~~~

Nora: That was awesome!

Jaune: Glad you like it. I thought you would be unnerved with doing yourself… like that…

Nora: Naww it was fucking hot! You should do it again, but this time with, Blake! She’d really get into it!

Jaune: It worries me that she would…

Nora: So, up for another round fearless leader~?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Sure.

~~~

Nora: Ahhh~Haa~! H-Harder~!

Jaune: Oh? Of course you like it hard, and rough.

Nora: Hell yeah I do! Ohh~! What do you take me for, some pillow… Ahhh~! Pillow princess?!

Jaune: Like hell I would, I just expected you’d like things little… HARDER!

Nora: AHHHH~HHHHH~!

Jaune: That’s more like it~! Scream for me bitch!

Velvet: Yeah, scream for him you slut!

Jaune: AHHH?! What the?! Velvet, what the hell are you doing here?

Velvet: Waiting for my turn.

Jaune: Your turn?!

Velvet: Yeah, you fucked, Blake, then, Ruby showed up, and then you had a threesome with her. Now, I’m here, and I’m waiting for you two to finish so I can have my turn.

Jaune: Well,I’s happily ask if you would care to join is, but how the hell did you know we were doing this?

Velvet: Blake told me.

Jaune: Son’a bitch!

~~~

Nora: Blake blabbed?

Jaune: Yep.

Nora: Of course she did… I’ll go teach her a lesson. You go tame the rabbit. She’s going to lose it if she doesn’t get her fix.

Jaune: Should I bring a spare change of clothes with me?

Nora: Wouldn’t hurt.

~~~

Velvet: Ghack?! J-Jaune?!! Y-You’re… Oh fuck~?! C-Chocking me! Oh~?!

Jaune: That’s because I need to hold you in place you in heat bunny slut!

Velvet: Oh gods~?!

Jaune: Besides, you can deny it all you want, you got tighter the moment I squeezed~!

Velvet: OH-OHHHH~!

Jaune: He… squirter… that’s a first…

Coco: Holy fuck…

Jaune: Coco?!

Velvet: Co-co~? Heyyyy~! Would you care to join us, Coco~? I need help taming the big fella~!

Coco: Join you?

~~~

Jaune: Evidently, Velvet was in heat…

Nora: That’s a thing?! I thought that was some racist stereotype?

Jaune: According to, Velvet it only happens to females, and certain types of faunas.

Nora: Bunnies being one of them?

Jaune: Yep.

Nora: So did, Coco join you?

Jaune: Yep.

Nora: Really? I thought she was gay.

Jaune: Me too. But, she asked for another go so…

Nora: Maybe she’s curious?

Jaune: Maybe. I’ll do it, I just hope what happened with my sister-in-law doesn’t happen again…

Nora: Sister-in-what now?

~~~

Coco: Fuck!Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK~!

Jaune: Enjoying yourself?

Coco: Oh gods?! Why the fuck did I use those worthless dildos?! Ahhh~fuck~?!

Jaune: Ahh, crap. Looks like I did it again.

Coco: Did… Ahh! Did what aga-ahhhh~!

Jaune: Make a lesbian question her sexuality.

Coco: You’ve turned a lesbian straight?!

Jaune: Bisexual, but does that really matter?

Coco: You gotta… Oh fuck~?! You gotta tell me how that went down! Cause that sounds so hoOOOOOOT~!

Jaune: Maybe next time, for now lets just enjoy the…?!

Reese: Hey, guys do you know where the cafeteria… is…?

Jaune: Oh, hi Reese… The cafeteria is down here hall to your right.

Reese: Oh cool, thanks… But, uhh… I’m not that hungry anymore… Maybe you can help me gain a appetite~?

Jaune: Oh? In that case, would you care to join us?

Reese: Mmmm~! Please take care of me~!

Coco: Oh he will~! He will~!

~~~

Nora: Reese? That punk, scatter girl?

Jaune: Yep, that’s her.

Nora: So, did you help her get an appetite?

Jaune: She’s still hungry, so…?

Nora: So~?

~~~

Reese: I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m…?! Ohh~?! I’m sorry sir!

Jaune: Sorry for what?! That you were cheating, or that you were caught?!

Reese: Ohhh~?!

Jaune: There… I believe you have learned your lesson, Ms. Chloris.

Reese: W-What was the lesson, Professor Arc~?

Jaune: …

(SMACK!)

Reese: OHhhh~!

Jaune: Kids these days… they never learn…?!

Arslan: Reese! Where are you? We got some… training… to do…

Jaune: Oh… Hello, Ms. Altan. Ms. Chloris is currently in the midst of some supplementary lessons. Perhaps you could come by later. Unless, you would care to join us for some extra credit?

Reese: Extra credit~! Hehehehe…

Arslan: Your name is, Jaune Arc right? You’re Pyrrha Nioks team leader, and partner.

Jaune: That’s right I am.

Arslan: Interesting~!

~~~

Nora: What was interesting?

Jaune: I don’t know, and I’m scared to find out…

Nora: You sure, cause your friend says otherwise?

Jaune: I said I was scared, not that I don’t find this hot!

~~~

Arslan: Fuck you, Nikos!

Jaune: Oh, so is sleeping with me your way of one upping, Pyrrha?

Arslan: At first… Ohh~! But, this cock is something a girl can’t deny she wants~!

Jaune: Really? Then how would you feel if I said I haven’t slept with, Pyrrha?

Arslan: Seriously?!

Jaune: OH FUCK?! You just got so much tighter?!

Arslan: Ha! Take that bitch! I got your man first! And, I’m going to make him mine~!

Pyrrha: Not if I have anything to say about it.

Jaune: Huw?! P-Pyrrha?!

Arslan: Hey bitch~! Guess who just stole your man from you!

Pyrrha: Bitch please… Let me show you how a real woman pleases a man~!

Jaune: P-Please be gentle…?

~~~

Jaune: Oh gods… My body hurts all over…

Nora: Didn’t your aura protect you? It did when we went at it.

Jaune: They broke my aura! I’m just one man, do you expect me to handle a pair of Amazonian’s all on my own?!

Nora: Oh shit really? Why did they go so hard on you?

Jaune: Evidently the pair have some history back in, Mistrial. The number one, and two always competing for top place. I just so happened to be the ‘top place’ at the moment…

Nora: The top place being your dick right~?

Jaune: …

Jaune: I wasn’t going to say it, but yeah… it was the, ‘top place’ this time…

Nora: So, who won?

Jaune: Actually they both asked for a rematch…

Nora: They, what?

~~~

Pyrrha: Oh fuuuuuck~!

Jaune: Oh gods!

Pyrrha: How does it feel, Jaune~! I’m better than that cheap slut~!

Arslan: Oh you whore! Come here you bitch!

Pyrrha: Hey?! Hands of my man you cunt!

Arslan: Bring it whore!

Pyrrha: Oh~! You bitch~!

Arslan: Mmmmph~! Make be whore~!

Pyrrha: Mmmm~! You slut~!

Arslan: Ahhh~!

Jaune: Uhh…?

Arslan: Ohh fucck~! Right there~! Use your tongue right there you slut~!

Pyrrha: Mmmmmm~!

Arslan: I’m cumming~! AHHHHHooooh fuuuuuck~!

Pyrrha: Ha, beat that bitch~!

Arslan: With pleasure~!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Should I just go? Because it seems that, I’ve become the third wheel here so…?

PA: Come here you!

Jaune: Whaaa?!

~~~

Nora: So, do you think they worked out their relationship?

Jaune: I think so? The pair may not be competing on who the better fighter is anymore, but they’re still competing with one another.

Nora: The sexual tension between the pair is rather intense. I guess you just pushed the pair over the edge.

Jaune: Define edge?

Nora: Ehhh~! Nice!

Jaune: Thank you, I’m here all week~!

Neon: Oh, there you are, Jaune~!

Jaune: Ahh?! Neon, what are you doing here?

Neon: I was told that you are considered, ‘safe.’ I’m curious how, ‘safe’ you really are, if you catch my drift.

Jaune: Drift? No, no I don’t.

Neon: I’ll see you again at your… usual hunting ground. Till later~!

Jaune: Uhh… Okay?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Did you find it weird that someone wanted to do it with me without first catching me, and another person in the act?

Nora: Yeah, that was pretty weird.

Jaune: Yeah, weird. So, any idea who snitched on us?

Nora: Blake, or Velvet, possibly both of them.

Jaune: Damn their loose lips… Nora!

Nora: Yes, Fearless Leader!

Jaune: Teach those two a lesson! I will deal with the stray cat!

Nora: At once, Fearless Leader!

~~~

Neon: Never miss a beat! Never miss a beat! Never miss a beeeeeeAaat!

Jaune: How was that, Neo? Dis a miss a beat?

Neon: You his every beat right know yhe mark handsome~!

Jaune: Good, now then, let’s try things at a different… eh? May?

May: Uhh… H-Hey, Jaune?

Jaune: Oh hey, May. Need something, or would you care to join us?

Neon: Yeah! Join us~! You won’t regret it~!

May: Uhhh… M-Maybe… But, I have a word with you later, Jaune? I want to have a word with you.

Jaune: Uhh… sure. But, what did you want to talk about?

~~~

Nora: So, how was, Neon?

Jaune: I like it when a girl does her hair in pigtails.

Nora: Why?

Jaune: Handle bars.

Nora: Nice~! So, what does, May want to talk to you about?

Jaune: Beats me, probably wants to thank me for protecting her from that grenade you almost hit her with.

Nora: Yeah… she wants to, ‘thank you~!’

~~~

Jaune: Oh gods… They’re so soft~!

May: (Slurrr-Pop~!) And, you’re so hard, and big~!

Jaune: You��re one to talk? I thought you were a B-Cup, what are those, H-Cup? How the hell did you manage to hide those?

May: Lots of binding… (Slurp~!) Otherwise they get in the way… But, now they’re right where I want them~!

Jaune: I’ll admit, I’ve always wanted to a girl with a big chest to do this to me. Done side if be a hormonal teenager with seven sisters as big as you.

May: Mmmm~! Day ar?

Jaune: Mmmm~! Much bigger… I’ll show you a place later where you can get some proper restraining bras. Those binding’s will hurt your chest in the long wrong.

May: (Pop~!) Really?! Oh, thanks, Jaune! That means a lot!

Jaune: My pleasure.

May: But, in the meantime, your ‘little’ friend here owes me a make over~!

Jaune: Then get back to work, There’s a lot more I want to do with you than just give you a makeover~!

May: I’m looking forward to it the…?!

Penny: Amazing! Are most male reproduction organs so big?!

Jaune: Penny?! W-What are you doing here?

Penny: Friend Ruby recounted the tale of your sexual escapades, I was interested the validity of her words , so I described to authentic her tale for myself.

Jaune: So…? Would you care to join us then?

Penny: Sensational!

~~~

Nora: Ruby blabbed?

Jaune: Yep…

Nora: Shall I take care of her.

Jaune: You may.

Nora: So how was, Penny?

Jaune: She just watched us, she wanted to know what to expect before she did anything.

Nora: So you’re gonna pop her cherry then~?

Jaune: Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.

Nora: With that bitchbreaker? Yeah right!

~~~

Penny: S-S-Sen… Sensa-sa-sation-a-aalllll~!

Jaune: Penny?! P-Penny are you okay…?

Ciel: I think you short circuited her… And, it only took you: Twelve minutes, and thirty seven seconds.

Jaune: Uhh… Is she okay? I saw literal sparks fly off of her.

Ciel: She is in the midst of a reboot. She will be fine in ten to fifteen minutes.

Jaune: Are you sure?

Ciel: I am. Now, you have not ejaculated yet despite, Penny’s best efforts. So I shall offer you a fellatio to bring you to ejaculation. This should take no more than five minutes.

Jaune: Wait, what?!

~~~

Jaune: It did in fact take no longer than five minutes…

Nora: You sound disappointed by that.

Jaune: I couldn’t really enjoy it. Sure she went after me like a vacuum, but I couldn’t enjoy it. Besides, it feels weird to time how long you can bring someone to come.

Nora: That makes sense. It’s not a contest to see who can eat the most pancakes the fastest.

Jaune: According to, Penny, Ciel is very punctual. Basically everything she does is done to a schedule, and I mean everything, down to the last second is marked on one of her schedules.

Nora: Yikes, major control freak right there. Hmm… You two having another scheduled interaction together?

Jaune: Yeah, why?

Nora: It would be a shame if things didn’t go to schedule, if you catch my drift~!

Jaune: Oh really~?

~~~

Ciel: OH FUCK~?!!

Jaune: What was that~? Barely even a few minutes? Doesn’t it take you five minutes to have a orgasm?

Ciel: Y-Y-You…?! Oh fuck?! You disrupting mu p-p-pla-Ahhhh~!

Jaune: And, you’re absolutely loving it~!

Ciel: N-No! I’m not! I-I… Ohhh~! I hate…?! Oh gods~!

Jaune: You love it~!

Ciel: Oh~!

Jaune: Admit it, Ciel. You love it when I disrupt your precious little timetable~!

Ciel: I don’t! I-I-Ahhh~! i ha… Ha… I LOVE IT~! I fucking love it! I love not know when I’ll cum, when you’ll come! Oh gods~! This feels amazing~!

Jaune: Good girl~! You deserve a reward… I know, how about another one of these!

Ciel: Oh gods~?! It’s so warm! S-S-So warm~!

Jaune: Good girl~! Let’s spend… two minutes for you to catch your breath before we… Rin?!

Rin: H-Hey, Jaune… You looking… big…

Jaune: Oh uhh… Thanks. So… Ciel seems a bit out of it… Would you care to join us? Give, Ciel a chance to get her legs back?

Rin: J-Join you…?

Rin: …

Rin: Later.

Jaune: Later?

Rin: Yeah, later… I meed to prepare myself… mentally… and physically…

Jaune: Oh, okay. Let me know when you’re ready to do it.

Rin: Don’t worry, you won’t have to wait too long. Till then, Jaune~!

Jaune: Till then…?

~~~

Jaune: I’m… worried…

Nora: About, Rin?

Jaune: Yeah… the way she stared at me… there was something in her eyes that seemed… wanting, lusting, and… and, unhinged…

Nora: Hmmm… Yeah, I asked her about the two of you going at it. The way she rubbed her thighs, and bit her lip… There was something… there was something in her eyes that unnerves me…

Jaune: We won’t know until we do it… But, until then keep an eye on, Rin. Something’s fishy, and I want to know what’s going on.

Nora: Will do, Fearless Leader!

Jaune: Let’s hope nothing bad happens…

~~~

Rin: That’s it you magnificent stud!

Jaune: Whoa, Rin?! What’s gotten into you?!

Rin: Come on! Come on! Comeonecomeonconeobcomeone!

Jaune: Ahh, Rin?! What the hells gotten into you?!

Rin: Come inside! Come inside, and knock me up!

Jaune: Wait, what?!

Rin: Get me pregnant! Give me your babies! Make me a mommmMMMMMY~!!!

Jaune: Ahh fuck… Are you try to…?! What the fuck, Rin?!

Rin: Ahh~! I’m gonna be a mother~! Ahhhhhhh…

Jaune: Rin? Oi, Rin, what the hell was that?!

Glynda: A violation of several school codes, Mr. Arc.

Jaune: Ahhh?! M-M-Ms. Goodwitch… H-Hi…?

Glynda: I see you are having… fun…

Jaune: Yeah… fun…

Glynda: Fun…

Jaune: Uhhh…

Glynda: Clean up your teammate, Mr. Arc, then clean the spot where you… Where you had your fun…

Jaune: I’ll get right on that, Ms. Goodwitch!

Glynda: Good… I will see you tomorrow at detention, Mr. Arc.

Jaune: Detention? That seems… appropriate…

~~~

Jaune: So… Rin wants me to impregnate her…

Nora: Yeah… that’s… yeah…

Jaune: Yeah…

Nora: I made her take some, ‘morning after’ pills.

Jaune: Oh? Oh that’s good! That’s good…

Nora: Something wrong?

Jaune: I’m just confused on all of… that!

Nora: Are you against having a kid… a kid with, Rin…?

Jaune: …

Jaune: I’m not against it… It’s just… I never expected that, Rin wants such a thing… from me no less… But… I don’t know… We’ll need to talk with, Rin about this later… I just… I need more time to process all of this…

Nora: Okay… I’ll let, Pyrrha know what happened so we can all talk about this.

Jaune: Good idea. It’s best if she also keeps an eye on, Rin as well. Haa… Okay, I have to get going… detention, Ms. Goodwitch…

Nora: Good luck, Jaune.

Jaune: I’ll need it…

~~~

Glynda: So… Let me get this straight… In an attempt to whoo me, you had sexual intercourse in my classroom, hoping that I would catch you in the midst of the act where you would ask me: “Would you care to join us?” Is that correct, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Y-Yes…

Glynda: Good. Let’s continue; You started this little plot with, Ms. Belladonna, where instead of me catching you in the act, you were caught by, Ms. Rose, then you tried it again with, Ms. Rose. Then you tried it again with, Ms. Schnee. And, again with, Ms. Xiao Long. And then with, Ms. Sustari. And, then with, Ms. Fall. And, then with her teammate, Ms. Politan. And, then with your teammate, Ms. Valkyrie. And, then with, Ms. Scarlatina. And, then with her partner, Ms. Adel. And, then with, Ms. Chloris. And, then it was, Ms. Arslan, which involved, Ms. Nikos in a competition of some sorts. Then, Ms. Katt asked you to join your… harem. And, then Miss Zedong ask to join you. And, then it was, Ms. Polendina, who was with, Ms. Soleil, and lastly it was your teammate, Lie Rin before I, Glynda Goodwitch finally caught you in the act…

Jaune: Y-Y-Yeah… That’s p-pretty much it…

Glynda: And, tell me, Mr. Arc… Why… Why didn’t you just ask me out on a date, instead of this convoluted plan where you started a harem after sleeping with seventeen different woman? If you just asked me out back then, I would be enjoying your massive cock between my breasts long ago!

Jaune: I-I’m sorry! I thought you would say no!

Glynda: Mr… No… Jaune… You promised to marry me when you were six… I waited twelve years for you to make your move, and instead of making your move on me, you slept with secenteen other woman! What the hell, Jaune!

Jaune: Uhh… E-Eighteen woman actually…

Glynda: Eighteen?! You’ve slept with eighteen woman before me?! That it! You may have slept with sixteen woman before me, but I’ll be the first to have your child!

Jaune: Y-Yeah… about that…

Glynda: What!! You’re already a father?! Who the hell did you…?! Adrian… You’re, Adrian’s father, aren’t you?!

Jaune: Surprise…?

Glynda: You slept with your sister’s wife to conceive a child?!

Jaune: It was consensual! They wanted an, Arc, so I gave them an, Arc baby!

Glynda: And, Saphron just sat there, and watched as you knocked up her wife, Terra?!

Jaune: …

Jaune: Nineteen…

Glynda: Motherfucker?!

Jaune: Technically true…

Glynda: That’s it! I don’t care about your harem, or the fact I’m number twenty! But, I’ll be damned if someone else has your child before me! I’m number two! Rin can become number three after me! So get ready, Jaune, you’re going to become a father again~!

Jaune: H-Help…?

Ozlyn: Ara-Ara~! Do you really think that I will allow that to happen, Glynda?

Jaune: Headmistress Ozlyn?!

Glynda: Ozlyn?! What are you doing here?

Ozlyn: Me? Why I was planning to get the number two spot, but I don’t mind being number three~!

Glynda: The number two spot is mine bitch!

Ozlyn: We’ll see honey~! But, before we begin, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Yes…?

Ozlyn: Please say, ‘The Lline.’

Jaune: The line…?

Ozlyn: Yes, ‘The Line~!’

Jaune: Uhhh… H-Hello, Headmistress Ozlyn… would you care to join us…?

Ozlyn: Fufufu~! With extreme pleasure~!

~~~

Nora: Glynda Goodwitch, and Headmistress Ozlyn?!

Jaune: Yeah… both of them…

Nora: Whoa… How was it?

Jaune: Starved, to say the least…

Nora: Oh gods… So… Now what…? You started a harem with twentyone different woman, and all of us are ready, and waiting for a second run! So, what are you going to do, Fearless Leader?

Jaune: …

Jaune: Pancakes…

Nora: Pancakes?

Jaune: Yeah, pancakes. I’m hungry.

Nora: Whoo! Pancakes! Can we have sex afterwards?

Jaune: Sure.

Nora: Fuck yeah!

Jaune: No syrup in the bedroom though.

Nora: Dammit!

///

Haaa… Days of work… And it’s finally over!

Doing the bloody colour coding took forever…

Do enjoy~!

[cursedcatchild]

Ok, so I watched TOTTMNT and I am here to rant. Also, SPOILERS ahead!

So First of all, if I had to sum up my thoughts into a single sentence it would be: For the love of God, put those turtles back together, where they belong!!

I didn’t hate the show, but I didn’t come to like it either. And no, I did not have any prejudgment just because it was a new iteration. Honestly I was super hyped for this version, because the movie was a blast. Yea, I ended up being disappointed. But let me just elaborate on that:

First let’s take a look at our turtles from worst to best in my opinion.

Mikey:

Yepp, ladies and gentlemen so far I have never seen a single iteration where I didn’t come to like a Mikey. He’s always among my favs. But this version felt super shallow. He had just as much screen time in the series as his brothers and yet I still have no idea who this guy really is. His jokes were lame not really landing, I couldn’t really point out any particular goal or insecurity that anyone could relate to. Also, the guy is super oblivious. Like he took ten minutes to realize he walked into a robbery when he went for groceries. Heck he was having a casual conversation with the robbers. 

Leo: 

Another kinda shallow guy. Sure we seen a bit of insecurity, he literally quoted Rise Leo saying “ I’m nothing without them!” but it felt irreal. Because Rise Leo had a reason to think that, he wasn’t as much of a functional member of the team and he was always taken for jokes. But right from the beginning of TOTTMNT we see Tales Leo commanding his brothers, they listen to him  and even say it multiple times how planning is Leo’s thing. So at this point this Leo is just fucking blind. ( Also April slaps instant self confidence into the boy.) 

Raph:

Ok, this is also the first time, but I never really took a liking to a Raph before Tales Raph. Boy is filled with anger and sass, yet he’s not coming off as a total jerk like 2012 Raph. And of course he's not a super softie like Rise Raph ( I don’t hate Rise Raph for being a softie, he's my second favorite Raph) either. He had some fun pipe up and overall a personality I got. I think he’s the most perfect Raph I have ever seen. 

Donnie:

The best character of the iteration in my humble opinion. He was relatable, funny, honestly he was stealing Mikey’s job as the comic relief, but at the same time he’s the smart guy. The boy is ranting about not being the IT guy and then goes reprogramming an evil robot. Oh and he saved so many lifes, because he stopped a fucking train crash. He’s epic, I swear.

(My fave screenshot ever 🤣🤣)

Now story wise:

🔥What the fuck was this dumpster fire?! 🔥Who thought splitting up the turtles would be fine?! 😑Especially in a 12 episode season? Look, I don't mind solo or duo time. There were plenty of good ones, for example Rise. I adored the Mikey vs Leo cook off episode or the Gumbus one, but for the sake of my sanity Rise had twice as many episodes and the turtles were not split up for the majority of the story.

Like I'm not joking when I say they were together in 4 episodes intotal.😨😨

Now I heard rumors left and right that the fact that they need to make a show was thrown at the team at the last minute ( IDK how true is that) , but goodness gracious even if I was presented with the task with a “ Due tomorrow label” I could still write a better story. Especially with the goldmine what the writers decided to ignore.

Yes, something that would've made TOTTMNT be really unique….. School people! We were promised that we will explore the turtles from the teenage side. Ummm….Hate to break it to ya all but I think there is no better way to do that than putting them into school.

It would’ve been fire to see them trying to fit in, balancing all the cool hero stuff with school life, maybe wrecking the school, seeing how other teenangers adjust to the fact that now giant talking turtles are their classmates. It wouldn’t be some crazy mind blowing plot, but I swear it would've been amazing.

Now don’t misunderstand me. Despite the story feeling like being all over the place it wasn’t that super bad, but I’m pissed that it could've been better with ease.

Also another thing that bugged me, is the feeling of something missing. IDK if anyone else who watched it felt like this, but I legit felt like if we just grabbed the for example farm arc from 2012 TMNT and aired it as season 1. The fact that the turtles were split and they kept mentioning that they have always been fighting together made me feel like I should’ve seen them do that.

Anyways, If I did not take your will to watch it away, go and check it out. It's not horrible but not great either. I’m disappointed and I'm gonna need Rise back, thank you very much!

[repulsiveliquidation]

When I’m with you, there is no one else because I get heaven to myself.

Leah Williamson x Reader blurb. If you recognize the lyric of the title, tell me! I was inspired when I heard the song come on on the plane and pulled my iPad out to write it!

It’s not formatted how i like because im doing this on my iPad and Apple is an asshole. Okay it is because my OCD cannot handle it.

“Leah?”

“Yes love?”

You walk into the room, plopping yourself on the couch beside Leah who was watching some film.

“Why do you love me?”

Leah is taken aback with this question, looking at you like you’ve got two heads.

“There are many reasons, my girl.”

“Yeah, what are they?”

Leah thinks for a second, pondering on the correct things she wants to say. There were your eyes. They were so radiant and enticing. There was your hair, so soft and it always smelled like roses. There was your skin, smooth and a canvas for her art and devotion to you. There were your lips, strawberry flavored and always gave the best kisses. There was your body, every curve and valley she had memorized and knew at the back of her hand. There was your smile, a smile that Leah would give her right leg to make sure you always could smile that way.

But there also was your brain, so smart yet so witty and stubborn sometimes. There was your heart, the kindest Leah ever did see; a heart willing to do their utmost best for its loved ones. There was your soul, old but gold. There was your personality, bubbly but shy, reserved yet still somehow outgoing. It also loved dogs more than you did Leah, she sometimes thought.

“Have you got time? We’re going to be here all afternoon,” Leah grins, taking your hand and pulling you to sit in her lap. You settle, legs thrown over her legs with your chest pressed to hers.

“I love your eyes. they’re so radiant and enticing, i could get lost in them; i do get lost in them.” As she says this she tilts your head to look at her, her blue eyes piercing into yours.

“I love your hair. It’s so soft and always smells so good, I love burying my face in it when we cuddle before bed, it somehow lulls me to sleep.” She drags her fingers through it, untangling a few little knots.

“I love your skin, it’s so smooth and supple. I love leaving marks all over so everyone knows you’ve got someone to come home to.” She caresses her palms down your arms, kissing your shoulder.

“I love your lips. You always have that strawberry chapstick on, it fucking drives me crazy when i can still taste it on my lips when we’ve stopped kissing.” She leans in for a kiss, pecking your lips softly. She smiles, muttering “See, strawberry.” You giggle, tucking your face in her neck softly mumbling for her to continue.

“I love your body,” she starts, hands grasping your hips and thumbs rubbing your waist. “I love every mark, scar, dip, fold, valley, crevice, all of it. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve had the privilege of laying my eyes on and i am so thankful that you love me the way you do.”

She keeps going, rubbing your back and smiling to herself softly when she feels her neck get a little wet.

“Then, we’ve got your smile. Oh hell, your smile can make any bad day go away. Seeing your toothy grin when you’re excited makes me ready to fight anyone that dares take it off your face.”

“Your brain’s next, so sarcastic but so fucking smart. You’re stubborn and it doesn’t help that I am too. But that brain has gotten me out of situations where I didn’t think i would ever survive. You’ve been with me through injury, loss, pain, rejection. I could not have handled all that if it weren’t for you.”

“Your heart is the kindest I have ever seen. You would give someone you knew for about 20 seconds the shirt off your back if they asked. But you love so hard and so raw that anyone that has ever experienced even a sliver would be so lucky. And i get to love it and have it love me all day every day so I must have won the love lottery.” You giggle wetly, snuggling into her lap more.

“Don’t stop please, Leah,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to her jaw.

She nods, “You’ve got an old soul, it’s old but gold and that’s the best kind. Compliments my youthful one.”

“You’ve got a special personality, so bubbly with the right people but shy until you get to know them. You’re reserved in serious situations but so outgoing when we’re alone or with friends and family. And the fact that you love dogs sometimes i feel more than me annoys me but seeing you with Bella always makes my heart clench, darling.”

“The way you love my family is what let me know that I wanted to marry you. You know how much it means to me and seeing you get along with them sealed the deal for me. Thank you for loving me for who I am, darling. It’s all I could have ever asked for.”

You both sit there together and just take in Leah’s words, you finally pull away, wiping away tears.

“You really mean all that you said?”

“Every word, my girl.”

“I love you, Leah. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I love you too, baby. When I’m with you, there’s no one else in the world, because I’ve got heaven all to myself.”

[captainamericasmotercycle]

hey oml, I love your writing so so much, could I req a sirius black friends to lovers fic please? it's fine if you can't do that though no pressuree

in between

there’s holy ground beneath them

pairing: sirius black x reader

warnings: none (mentions of reading having glasses?)

wc: 700

a/n: thank you so much for the support! this is my first time writing for sirius so i hope you enjoy!!

You got up from your place at the table, saying goodbye to your friends, “Alright, I will see you all after potions, pray that Slughorn goes easy on us today,” you gently laughed.

Your friends waved goodbye to you as you left the Great Hall and Sirius rested his head on his hand and sighed, watching you leave with a love-struck smile.

“When are you going to ask her out, mate?” James asked, digging his fork into the breakfast on his plate.

Sirius snapped out of his trance and shot his gaze to James, “What?”

“When are you going to ask her out?”

“Never,”

Lily looked over, “What do you mean, never?”

“I mean never. I’m not good at that kind of stuff,”

“Sirius you’ve literally been pining over her for a year now,”

“Oh believe me, I know,” James rolls his eyes, “The whole summer he check the mailbox for letter from her, and wouldn’t take more than 2 seconds to respond,”

“That’s not true,”

“Yes, it is,”

“No, it’s not,”

“Yes, it is, Sirius, so just ask her out,”

“What if she says no?”

Lily piped in again, “She won’t say no,”

“Alright, I’ll think about it.”

And he did think about it, in transfiguration, in potions, at lunch, in defense against the dark arts, in herbology, and at dinner.

He had seen you multiple times throughout the day but never worked up the courage to talk about anything except for classes.

It wasn’t until he caught you alone in the common room, doing homework, that he felt confident enough to talk to you.

He sat on the couch across from you and watched as you scribbled on your parchment. He admired the way your hand moved and the way your glasses slid down your nose.

You finished up your assignment and looked to him, “It’s late, what are you doing down here?”

“Just wanted to see you,” there’s his confidence.

You felt yourself get more shy, and smiled at him. He laughed softly at your smile, it was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

“Well, I’m glad that you came down,”

“Me too,” you sat in a comfortable silence for a couple of seconds, “By the way, there’s something I have to ask you.”

Okay, Sirius you can do this, he told himself. It’s just her, you’ve been friends since you were 12, it’s okay, just ask.

“Would you want to go grab a butterbeer sometime,”

“Oh, sure, I think the group made plans to go down there Friday and grab some, so it’s funny you asked,”

Is this a joke? Were you joking with him, or did you actually not understand. Did he mess up? Maybe this is your way of saying no?

“No, I mean, you and me, just us. Not the rest of our friends,”

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh, like a date?”

“Yes,” he held his breath, waiting for your response.

“You want to go on a date with me?”

“Yes?”

“Why? This isn’t just some thing to get me to hookup with you?”

“What? No. I like you, I really, really like you,”

“Why?”

There was no way you were asking him this right now. How could you not know?

“Because you’re the most beautiful and smart person I’ve ever seen in my entire life and I think I’ll go crazy if you don’t go with me to Hogsmeade,”

“I don’t want this to turn into another one of your hookups,”

Ok fair.

“Please listen to me, it won’t, I really like you, and I’m not just trying to make this into something I know won’t last. I want you.”

You smiled at him. “Of course, I’ll go out with you Sirius.

You gathered up all your things to head out, you walked over to Sirius and placed a light, chaste kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow, Sirius.”

He watched as you walked upstairs to your dorm. Oh, Merlin, he just scored a date with you.

[spaceagebachelormann]

Okay so Xavier meeting the reader who is Wednesday’s friend and he thinks she’s intimidating but she’s actually the opposite of Wednesday and really sweet and nice and he just falls for her on the spot?

Idk what else to put with this idea

intimidating

pairing: xavier thorpe x fem reader

warnings: splinters, xavier shit talking reader, reader is kinda weird, swearing

summary: xavier falls in love with an unexpected person

intimidating pt 2

masterlist

“Who are we waiting for?” Xavier groaned from his spot on the grass.

Wednesday glared up at him, indicating that if he asked one more time, she would snap him in half, and he didn’t doubt if she could or not for a moment.

“I’ve only told you 6 times.” She grumbled, still staring him down, “Y/N. My friend, who you seem to have a discomfort for.”

Xavier glared back, “Of course I have a discomfort for her! She’s creepy and always stares at me in class. Scratch creepy, she is terrifying.”

He had never really like you. Everytime he glanced at you, you were already staring. You were also freakishly smart, and overly smart people are always secretly insane. It didn’t help that you had a resting bitch face, so that also made you intimating.

Enid nodded in agreement. “Yeah, she does always stare at him. It’s weird.”

“That just means she admires you. It’s a compliment, really.” Wednesday said, turning her attention from Xavier to the book in front of her.

Enid frowned.

“Wait, you invited Y/N even though Xavier doesn’t feel comfortable with her?” Her frown turned into a scowl, and she added “That’s not a very good move, Wednesday. I don’t think you should have done that.”

“I don’t think I care.”

Xavier nodded at Enid, “Thanks for trying.”

Enid smiled.

“However,” the raven haired girl began, “I do agree. Y/N is never late, not to anything. Maybe I shouldn’t have invited her this time.”

Xavier began to nod, but a voice distracted him.

“I’m here!” The voice called, falling out of a tall tree.

You sat up, and hissed in pain, because there was multiple splinters all over your body.

“I’m sorry, I was busy.” You apologized, slumping in between Enid and Xavier.

Enid couldn’t sit still with your condition, she began to tend to your wounds as Xavier not so subtly scooted away from you.

“It’s fine. Do you know why I asked you to come here?” Wednesday asked, putting her full attention on you.

You shook your head, mindlessly smiling.

“I need your help to catch a hyde. Your parents used to work with them, correct?”

You grinned at your friend.

“Yes! Thank you for remembering, everyone always forgets and just acts like they’re as insane as I am.”

You were unaware of the fact you were just proving Xaviers theory of smart people being crazy criminal masterminds.

“That’s so cool! Do you know anything about catching them?” Enid cut in, giving you a big grin.

“Well, I can remember some things. For example, they..” You trailed off as your eyes landed on Xavier.

Wednesday cleared her throat. “Is something wrong?”

You smiled at the boy across from you. “Xavier Thorpe, right? I’ve been meaning to tell you for weeks now, I absolutely adore your shoes! Where did you get them from?”

Okay, Xavier thought, maybe she’s really not as bad as I assumed she was. But, he knew he couldn’t be sure just yet.

He blushed. “Uh, thanks. I have an extra pair if you want them. I ordered them, like, four sizes too small.”

You turned your attention back to Wednesday, after smiling at Xavier once more and thanking him. “You were saying?”

Enid awkwardly laughed, “Actually, you were talking.”

“Oh, yes! I was! For example, they absolutely love the smell of meat, obviously. If you were going to capture one, it’s better to do it in a wide and open space, so you have room to run away if needed. However, running away would only work if the trees were thick. So, it would be hard to find a good spot.” You smiled at the group thoughtfully, taking in Enid and Xaviers shocked expressions, and Wednesdays neutral one.

“Y/N,” Wednesday said, “I need a favour.”

~

And now, you were standing alone, waiting for the three of them. Wednesday had told you to meet her by the statue of Edgar Allan Poe. As usual, you hadn’t been given very many details of why. All you knew was that she needed your help.

From the very few details you were given, you knew that they needed your help to find out where the hyde was hiding. Their current idea was an old abandoned house.

It was exactly 10:30 PM, the time you had agreed on meeting.

A few minutes continued to pass, and they still weren’t there.

You had begun to get worried.

Until, you spun around and saw Enid, Wednesday, and Xavier walking towards you.

“Sorry, Enid decided to paint her nails again. In her mind, it seemed like a great idea.” Wednesday apologized.

“Well, they looked atrocious! I had to do something!” Enid defended, crossing her arms defensively.

You gave a joyful laugh, the noise causing Xaviers cheeks to slightly flush.

“It’s alright! I’m just glad you’re here now.” You said to them all, eye lingering on Xavier for a moment, just long enough to see his pink cheeks.

Since your last meeting, Xavier had fallen for you. At first, he had thought you were like Wednesday, cool, calm, and intimidating. But, you had proved him wrong. You were sweet, and nice. He liked that.

And now, he got to explore an old house with you.

10/10 first time hanging out.

Good for him.

[billietherock]

There was no Weirdmageddon (pt9)

By: Billietherock

Chapter 3 (pt3)-Stanley

Stanley Pines is a crook and a conman, that is what everyone knows him as. A gambler, a criminal and a playboy. He unofficially separated with his fifth wife recently ,this one he had a young son with barely a year old. At the moment he was hotel hopping, just hoping to win big, so he could go back to the family that left him out on the street and rub it in their faces.

The woman he was with, he didn’t even know her name, answered the ringing phone. He smokes a cigar as she talks with the person on the other line. She seemed confused, Stanley looked over when she was on the phone for a little too long starting to listen in.

“No no… you’ve… okay Mr I’m telling you that you have the wrong number.” She pauses,” there isn’t a Stanley Pines here. Sir please…” she looks at Stanley helplessly.

He walks over and takes the phone, motioning for her to relax,” Hello, you messin with my girl. Listen you little freak I-“

Stanley is cut off by Fiddleford,” Stanford Pines is your brother right?!”

Stanley pauses, he glances around,” who wants to know?”

Fiddleford takes a breath of relief,” Stanley, okay. I’m his lab assistant Fiddleford Mcucket!”

Stanley chuckles,” from the nerd school?”

“Y-yes from the nerd school. Look, your brother needs your help. Something went wrong and-“ this time it’s Fiddleford’s turn to get cut off by Stanley.

“Listen, say I’m this Stanley Pines. Why can’t my brother fix this problem himself? He’s so smart it shouldn’t even be a problem for Sixer.”

Fiddleford growls in frustration, especially after Stanley laughs him off,” I'M AFRAID HE’S GOING TO DIE.”

This got Stanley’s attention, if he thought Fiddleford was lying he was one hell of an actor, which made him come to the conclusion that he wasn’t.

“Talk to me. What’s going on with Ford?”

The woman looks at Stanley in concern but he motions for her to calm down. Although after hearing that his brother’s life may be on the line, he wasn’t to calm himself. Last time he saw Ford he was looking up at him from the street, as their father kicked Stanley out for destroying Ford’s future, and just being a general screw up.

Last time he talked to Ford, he was telling Stanley in a letter that he was accepted into some university out in California. It’s been about ten years since Ford even bothered to contact him. Yet Stanley still cared deeply for his brother.

Fiddleford however was trying to calm himself down, what he was about explain to Stanley was confusing, and he didn’t have time reexplain much. He knew that while Ford had multiple PHDs, Stanley had never graduated High School, he was going to have to simplify this so that Stanley wouldn’t think they were both crazy.

“Okay, your brother was working on finding… Gouls, Ghosts, all things weird and unexplained, and trying to explain them. Soon he found that all the weirdness was coming from Gravity Falls, a small town in Oregon. I’ll tell you where that is later. What’s more pressing is that he summoned a demon.”

Stanley raises his eyebrow,” a… demon… like… hold on, he actually summoned something? He didn’t just go hunting for it like some monster hunter?”

“Yes, that's pretty much it. The demon gave him knowledge and recently, the demon disappeared and your brother isn’t taking it well.”

Stanley leans against the wall,” how bad is bad?”

Fiddleford sighs,” he hasn’t eaten in days or showered in weeks. I can’t make him do anything and… I have a wife and kid out of state, I can’t take care of him. If you’re willing, I was hoping you would?”

Stanley ponders this for a moment he looks at the map he has mounted on the wall,” Gravity Falls… in Oregon you said?”

“Yes.” Fiddleford says, a little on the desperate side.

There isn’t an answer from the other side for a good minute. Fiddleford began to feel stupid. Why did he think Stanford’s estranged brother would want to do anything for him?

“How long can you stay?”

Fiddleford jumps,” uh… three days at the most.”

Stanley grabs his keys and hands the woman his hotel key, “ give me about 2 and a half and we’re Golden.”

Fiddleford audibly squeals,” Thank you so much! I promise you I’ll take care of him best I can before you get here.”

There isn’t a response as the line goes dead but there didn’t need to be one.

Stanley Pines was coming to Gravity Falls.

[starabsol]

okay so this is like a rant and questions and shit i have on my mind about pokemon advanced/contestshipping because i can

something that has always confused me is— where the HELL did solidad come from? during the entirety of the hoenn contest circuit we never saw her, neither in the entirety of the kanto circuit UNTIL the grand festival. and you can go and counter this with a “she only started participating in contests during the kanto circuit” which like, yes, is reasonable. there’s one thing that very much bothers me though. in the spontaneous combusken episode brianna (who looked up to drew) literally STATED may was the only female coordinator he had respect for. and she is OBSESSED with him, and watched all of his contests, by the way. and then, SOLIDAD COMES IN??? HUH??? atp i’m convinced solidad was like a last minute decision to say some shit about drew because obviously he ain’t the character so do so himself, and that feels so wrong to me. like her only reason of existence in the anime is just to spill stuff from drew’s past or whatever.. you could’ve introduced her sooner, and then later it could’ve been like “woah! she knows DREW?” but no she just came out of nowhere and that was it. ok so that’s point one

secondly, why did they only reveal the reason harley dislikes may so much is at the END of the kanto circuit? a whole ass season after they even met? like we get convinced in the beginning he just hates this girl because he called his pokemon scary and didn’t go all crazy over his cookies, and then like bam this girl that looked like her stole his cookies and that’s why he’s so angry. so what was the point of the first reason he hated her so much..??? and with this you could counter “well he didn’t recognize her yet” would be fair except they look exactly the fuckinf same, OR “he just kept it to himself” which i find not so fitting as harley, each time we get a shot of him just doing his own thing, he talks to himself and is just constantly rambling about. so if he DID recognize her, i feel like he would’ve said at least SOMETHING about that.

thirdly, why the hell was drew in only 2 contests along with may? ONLY FUCKING TWO leading up to both of the grand festivals. which like, all right, i do understand, they want their battles to be long awaited and heated, totally fair. but it feels so wrong to call him a main rival, if, out of quite a few contests she participated in, she only battled him face to face once, in her first contest. the rest of the things he really only did is just keep an eye on may and make a haughty comment here and there to piss her off, and stopping harley, a few times. it’s exciting, sure, but it would’ve been so much more rewarding if may won from him after more than just two losses (in actual competitions) but, again, that’s the way i look at it.

fourth, this is much rather more rambling than a straight up question i ask myself every so often, but… i’ve read a shit ton of contestshipping fics. and thing i noticed very frequently is that in the stories that are written drew always has a burning hatred against harley, which feels odd. because, during the entirety of the series, the only moment he really got mad was after the whole assist commotion. the rest of the times? he laughed him off, for instance after harley lost to may in the hoenn grand festival, and in mays last contest before the kanto grand festival. "arent you smart!” and the “you better not make me any angrier drew” “back at ya” like bro this mf does not feel threatened by him AT ALL. he even complimented that he raised his pokemon very well, which, i am sure he wouldn’t have said if he hated him as much as people make out as he does. and the brianna being really fuckinf bratty and evil thing… if anything she’d seem somewhat of a sensitive and shy girl, in worst case scenario she’d call into a depression if they got together or something.

fifth, and my last question, how the hell are there enough contests to give out ribbons? aren’t there like, more than 200 participants in one grand festival? and every coordinator needs at least 5 ribbons? that means 1000 ribbons to be given out, in one year, in one region. and you have like the wallace cup thing, but it’s held every year, and the ribbon from the wallace cup can be used in any region, so that’s barely filling anything in. so where the HELL do the 999 ribbons come from? wouldn’t they have to hold like a dozen of contests? because, obviously, there’s coordinators who have less than 5 ribbons, unable to enter in the grand festival, which means there’s only more ribbons to add up to the 1000 total. and yeah, more ribbons could be given out in smaller contests in smaller towns, but there was never much mention of that. it’s just really fucking vague

that was my rant. please tell me what you think………please

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Chapter Sixteen of I'm Sorry, Teenage Mutant What Now? Is up! The boys begin negotiations with Big Mama, to Yoshi's absolute horror... Read it in ao3 or below the cut!

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Yoshi rounded on the guard he had been walking with like a wolf did to prey, his lips curled back in an absolutely furious snarl.

“What are they doing here?!”

“This isn’t my--”

“Let them out! Let them out this instant!!!”

“Sir, I don’t have the authority to--”

“I do not care about what authority you do or do not have,” he spat, leaning over the other, his shoulders squared and his face darkened with absolute fury. Every muscle in his body was visibly coiled and tight and quaking. “You listen to me very carefully. You have two choices. You can either open that door and let them out right now, or I will take the keys from you. Do you understand?”

His voice was so cold. Mikey’s eyes widened, and he thought to himself that if he didn’t know better, even he would be terrified of their father right now. He had never in his life seen him so angry. And he had dropped an open can of paint down the stairs before.

The yokai guard was smart enough, at least, to cower before their father, and rushed to unlock the door to their jail cell. The absolute second there were no longer bars in the way, Mikey threw himself at their dad, a sob working its way up his throat before he had even realized it had been in his chest to begin with. His Dad was doing the exact same thing, physically grabbing him to pull him into his embrace. The rest of the family was right behind them, all six of them colliding together.

“I knew we’d find you--!” Mikey gasped.

“What are you doing here!? What-- what happened?! My sons--!” Their dad stammered breathlessly, his voice waterlogged with tears, and it might have scared Mikey with how rarely he saw his father cry, but he was crying, too, and he was so fucking happy he didn’t have the time to be scared or upset or anything else at all.

“It’s-- it’s a long story!” He laughed, tears running down his face, only squeezing his dad tighter. This was the best hug he had ever had in his entire life. Raph just got moved down in the rankings, ‘cause nothing could ever be better than this. 

God, he had missed him so much. 

“I’m sorry,” their dad kept saying, holding them all as close as he possibly could. “I’m so sorry, my sons, I’m so, so sorry--”

“Yeah, Dad, we gotta have a talk after this… whole situation.” Leo laughed, and Mikey could hear just from his voice that he was crying, too. He was pretty sure they were all crying. Even Donnie. 

“How did you get here!? What-- what happened!?” He questioned again, pulling away just enough so that he could look at Mikey properly, holding his face, and there was this bewildered, searching element to his eyes that almost made Mikey pull back a little bit, glancing almost nervously to the side. Because. Well. Yeah.

They did look… different, didn’t they? Mikey doubted that their dad hadn’t known, but…

“Okay, so, you know that crazy sheep-looking dude who broke into our house…?” Leo snorted softly.

“What!?”

In the background, Mikey could hear the guard speaking on a walkie-talkie.

“Uhm, Big Mama? We have a… situation.”

“You tell her to get down here right now!” Yoshi snapped, whipping his head around so he could glare at the rather nervous-looking employee before immediately turning back to his sons, his anger giving way to concern once more. “How did you even get down here--? What are you doing here?” 

“Rescue mission. Obviously,” Donnie said. 

“Rescue? My sons, this is-- it is not that--“ 

“Uh, yes, ma’am, er, involving… Lou Jitsu? And those turtles we picked up a few days ago…” 

“Days?!” Their father howled as he turned on the guard again, his voice pitching even higher with absolute outrage. “You have kept my children here for days?! How dare you!!! Give me that walkie-talkie— GUMO!!! WE HAD A DEAL—“ 

“A deal?…” Leo echoed. 

“I don’t care if you are doing open heart-surgery! No! RIGHT NOW!!!”

Now that he had stepped away, no longer crowded in amongst the rest of the Hamatos, all the brilliantly colored bruises and lacerations painted along his father’s body were easily apparent. Mikey’s heart crumpled a little. “Dad…?” 

“Ah-- it is alright, Mikey.” His father’s voice softened once more. “I will get you boys home. And fix your bracelets…! Do not worry, we will fix this…”

“… And you’ll come home too, right?” 

There was a beat of hesitation that opened up a pit of dread in his stomach. 

“Dad?” 

His father opened his mouth to speak, but before anything could be said, a bright flash of magick which Mikey could, at this point, pin as a teleportation circle, bathed them all in light.

Mikey was not so proud that he couldn’t admit that he had screamed and hid behind his father when a hulking spider had leapt out, near shaking the ground as she landed, though with surprising grace, looking down at the group through a gaggle of brilliant red eyes. His siblings might not want to say so, but they all screamed and jumped, too. Their father didn’t. He held firm, glaring at the creature, planted stubbornly between the two parties.

“Hm,” the creature hummed, seeming almost thoughtful as they tilted their head to the side, and Mikey had not been expecting this to be what their voice sounded like at all. “Well, this is a bit of a prickly-snitch, isn’t it?”

“Oh!” Dad absolutely bristled, and Mikey swore he could hear his teeth grinding. “Do not give me that! What is the meaning of this?! We had a deal! You gave your word! You gave your word that you would leave my family be!”

“And I have!” She immediately defended, huffing loudly, as though insulted, placing a hand over her chest. 

“You clearly have not!” He scoffed. “What are they doing here!?”

“Well you would have to ask them,” she insisted, giving a wave of one of her claws. “Because I can assure you that I did not bring your little turtleyboo’s here, dearheart, they showed up entirely of their own accord. I can’t be held responsible for that!”

Their father spluttered for a moment, glancing between the spider and the family, not seeming sure who he wanted to yell at for a second there. Mikey winced slightly, moving just a teensy bit closer to his siblings. Yeah, this had not exactly been the reaction they were expecting…

“I hardly think that matters!” He finally landed on the spider. “You’ve had them here for days!? Days!? Locked in your dungeon!? That is not ‘leaving them in peace!’ I don’t care how they got here-- you should have brought them back home! Why are you keeping them here!?”

“Well, obviously, I was doing the responsible thing and checking with my legal team to see what options I might have…” 

“EXCUSE ME?!”

“Oh, they’re fine! I didn’t even hurt them.”

“Didn’t hurt them?” April scoffed under her breath. “I think Donnie’s concussion and fucked up shoulders would beg to differ…”

“His what!? Are you injured, my son? Let me see!”

“Dad, stop it, I’m fine--!”

“My employees were merely defending themselves!” The yokai protested. “The little turtleyboos are the ones who broke into my place of business and attacked my poor Nexus attendants! That could hardly be considered my fault.”

“Couldn’t it?!”

“Oh, come now, huggypoo. Don’t be a noodge about it. I’m sure we can work this all out and everyone can walk away hotsy-totsy…”

“Huggypoo?” Donnie muttered. “Uhm, ew.”

“Don’t you try to sweep this under the rug!” Dad spat. “They are down here, being held in your dungeon, none of your crystals are working, and they were attacked by Baron Draxum, who you told me you would keep them safe from--!”

“Excuse me, are you trying to imply that my magicks aren’t adequate?” She hissed in response, suddenly bristling, leaning in closer to glare at their father. He stood his ground, but Mikey shrunk back, paling slightly. He could see his own reflection in her eyes. Jagged teeth flashed from between the sharp bends of her long, pointed jaw. “My enchantment is foolproof. Draxxy can’t lay a hand on them.”

Leo’s eyes lit up a bit. 

“Is that why he passed out when I grabbed him?!”

“That would be exact-ively why!” She gestured to their father as if to be like, see? I told you. “If my magick isn’t up to your expectations, I can always take it back… If you’re backing out…”

Their father grit his teeth. “I did not say that.”

“Wait, you cast spells on us?!” Raph spluttered slightly, looking down at himself, as if expecting to see something crawling on him, or spy some witchy sigil etched into his plastron.

“Oh, I’ve cast many spells on you, little turtles,” she laughed, and the way she smiled made Mikey shiver. “One might even say you lot owe me one…”

“They owe you nothing,” their dad growled, taking a step forward, physically forcing her away from him and his siblings. The shadow she had been casting over them retreated slightly. “You! You must fix this! They should be safe! Back at home! I have kept my end of the bargain--”

“Pops, we came to get you,” Raph protested, reaching out to touch their father’s shoulder. 

“We’re not leaving without you!” Mikey insisted. 

“Yeah! I don’t care if we do have to fight a giant spider, we’re getting you back home!” April added in.

“It’s not that simple,” Dad said.

“Why not?” Donnie pressed. 

“I’m sorry, it is… it is complicated--”

“No!” Leo snapped, elbowing his way to the front of the group to face their dad properly. “No more ‘it’s complicated!’ I don’t wanna hear ‘it’s complicated,’ that’s not an okay answer anymore, Dad! We’ve been patient. We’ve let you keep your secrets, let you have your boundaries, we’ve let you not answer any of our questions about literally anything about you… But we’re in a fucking bloodsport stadium! And we’re reptiles!” He threw up his hands. “You can’t just tell us it’s complicated. We already know it’s complicated! Dad, you have to tell us what’s going on! Are you a reptile, too?!”

He grabbed their dad’s arm, and the bracelet circling his wrist caught the light as it moved.

“What even are you?!”

Their father’s shoulders slumped. Mikey thought to himself that he looked so tired.

“I am sorry,” he repeated. “I will… I will explain everything to you boys, I swear, but… I cannot leave. I made a deal.”

Leonardo threw down his father’s hand, bristling as he went. He turned his sights on the spider.

“A deal?” He echoed, a note of bitter laughter in his voice. “What? With her?”

“Blue, please--”

“Fine then,” Leo took a step forward, pivoting his body so that he was facing the eight-legged yokai properly, his chin tilted up so that he could meet her gaze.

“I wanna make a deal, too.”

---

“Leonardo! No! Absolutely not!”

Leo blocked him out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So, what? The deal was he’d stay here and fight, and you’d leave us alone, get us cloaking crystals, and keep Draxum off our back? Do I have that all right?” Leo quipped, raising a brow before tsking very slightly. “I dunno, I think our Daddy’s got a point. It doesn’t really seem like you’ve kept up your end. But…”

“Leo. Listen to me. Do not speak with her about this--”

“I think we could pencil up some new terms to smooth it all out, and everyone can leave happy, just like you said. Right?” Leo continued, hands on his hips. “I mean, obviously we have to get something figured out here, given the current state of things. Probably wouldn’t be too good for your rep otherwise, right? Really, this could benefit all of us!”

Please let these be the right things to say. He had no idea what he was doing. He was flying completely blind-- he didn’t know a thing about this woman or what her motives were, he didn’t even know any details about the original deal to begin with. 

But he was not leaving without his entire family.

“Leonardo!” His father hissed in his ear, grabbing his arm and yanking him slightly. “Stop! You do not know her like I do-- no one ever comes out on top when they make deals with her!”

Leo wretched himself from his father’s grip. “I don’t know her like you do?! Great, well, then, enlighten me! Who is this!? And how do you know her?!”

There was visible hesitation from his dad, who turned bright red as he looked to the side.

“She… is my ex.”

Oh. You know, maybe some secrets were actually okay.

Mikey gasped shrilly, pointing a finger. “That’s the hotel lady!?”

“The Grand Nexus Hotel is run by a spider!?” April cried.

“You dated a spider?!” Leo wailed, leaning over to shake his father by the shoulders.

“Look, now do you understand why I say ‘it’s complicated’ all the time?!” He snapped in reply, huffing loudly as he batted Leo’s hands off of him.

“Okay, okay, whatever. So not the point,” Leo sighed, scowling a bit. “Look, the point is, I’m willing to make a new deal with you, spider lady! So let’s talk.”

“Please,” she said. “You can call me Big Mama.”

“... Yeah, there’s no way I’m calling you that. For, like, sooo many reasons…”

She sighed thoughtfully, tilting her head ever-so-slightly to the side. Leo usually considered himself a pretty good read; he had always been adept at picking up on body language, on little hints and cues, at translating people’s expressions, but… he was used to doing that with, you know, people. Not giant arachnids. 

“We can talk,” she finally said, her eyes narrowed into slits. “What would you propose?”

“Blue, please,” his father hissed. “This is too dangerous! Let me handle this!”

Leo didn’t even look at him.

“We’re taking our dad back home,” he said. “You didn’t keep your end of the deal, so he doesn’t have to keep his. You’ve had him for, what, two weeks now? Quite frankly, that’s an extended run for a performance…”

She laughed at him.

“I don’t think you understand the value that your father brings,” her grin was eerie. All teeth. She reached past them to snatch their father up in one of her claws, dragging him to her, and Leo had to resist the urge to reach out and snatch him right back, bristling. She near draped herself across their dad as he scowled. But he didn’t pull away. “My little cuddlekins is the most fantabulous champion my Nexus has ever seen. He’s undefeated, you know! The Hidden City just adores him,” she sighed happily, tapping the tip of his nose as he growled. 

“Do you have any idea how many tickets he sells in a day?”

What, was this about money? Or was it about their dad? Both, he thought dimly to himself. She wants both. 

“Well, if it’s entertainment you want,” he said, taking care to keep his tone as cool and casual as he possibly could. “I’m sure we could come up with some big hurrah to keep the people talking.”

“Oh?”

“You know what’s even cooler than Lou Jitsu? The son of Lou Jitsu. Seen here for the first time ever, exclusive Battle Nexus content! Come on, people eat that kind of stuff up!” He laughed, throwing out his hands to gesture to himself with exaggerated pride. 

“Absolutely not!” His dad spat-- and now he was trying to pull away, but Big Mama didn’t let him, holding fast.

“My undefeated champion in exchange for one performance with an imitation isn’t exactly much of a ballyhoo, dearheart. I’m afraid you’ll have to be a bit more impressive than that,” she tsked.

Leo froze up for a minute. He knew that wasn’t good enough. He had known it wasn’t going to be good enough as soon as offered it, even before he offered it, but what else did they have?--

Swallowing a brief wave of panic, he glanced, just barely, back at his siblings behind him.

Four pairs of equally determined faces started back. And all their eyes said, ‘whatever it takes.’ Leo’s resolve instantly renewed itself, and his heart rate settled ever-so-slightly. He wasn’t going to let his family down. He could do this.

He could do this.

“Okay. Fine. What about four sons of Lou Jitsu? Plus an added-bonus daughter,” he challenged. “And you can forget about everything else. The cloaking crystals, the protection spells, whatever. Take it back,” he said, narrowing his eyes and setting his jaw. “Put us in your Battle Nexus. Do whatever you want. We’ll make a day of it! We’ll make you your money. And then at the end, we all get to go home.”

Her grin was getting wider.

“Well, that’s a bit better,” she hummed. “But not very exciting, is it? Let’s see here…”

Oh, so is that what this was to her?

A game.

“We can play for keepsies. What about that?” She said, abandoning their father and instead beginning to pace-- stalking slowly around the Hamato children, her eight legs tapping gently against the stone floor. “If you win, you can take your father, keep all your little boobles and trinkets and enchantments-- they don’t matter to me. You can la-di-dah off into the sunset,” she hummed.

“... But when I win. All of you will stay here. Deal?”

Leo didn’t have to look back at his siblings this time.

“Deal.”

---

“Please! Please! Plleeeasseee can we go up! We were good! I promise to be good next week, too! Super good!” Leo begged, holding his hands up like a prayer to plead with their swim instructor-- all but clinging to their legs.

“Just once! Pretty please?” Raph added, moving to echo Leo’s pose in support.

Jon sighed deeply, exaggeratedly, crouching down to join them at their level, his arms crossed over his knees.

“I dunno… it’s pretty high. Are you sure you want to?”

“Yes! Please!” Leo insisted.

“We can do it!”

“And you’re sure you’ll be good next week?”

“We will! Right, Donnie?”

Donnie wasn’t really participating in the desperate cajoling the way his brothers were, but he offered a little nod anyway. 

“See!”

“Okay. Okay. Fine. You can each jump once, okay?”

“YES!” Leo shrieked in delight.

“But if you go up the ladder, you have to jump, okay? There’s no coming back down. Once you’re up, you gotta jump off. Understand?”

Raph seemed a little bit less sure about that. “How come?”

“Going backwards down the ladder of the high-dive while soaking wet isn’t the safest thing, kiddo.” Jon explained, reaching over to ruffle Raph’s hair a bit. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But if you go up, you can’t go back down. You’ve gotta jump. So be sure you wanna jump before you go up.”

Raph, who had, seconds ago, been endlessly enthusiastic, suddenly seemed a bit nervous. He glanced over at Leo, frowning. “Leo, it’s really high…”

“Yeah, that’s what makes it awesome!” He enthused. “Don’t worry! It’ll be fun! Diving is super cool!” He insisted.

“But what if you get up and you don’t wanna anymore?”

“I will,” Leo insisted. “Here, I’ll go first. You stay here and watch with Donnie so he doesn’t get scared.”

Donnie looked up, seemingly annoyed, giving Leo an ‘excuse me? I’m not scared,’ kind of look, but luckily didn’t say anything and blow Leo’s cover. It’s for Raph, not you, doofus.

“Be careful, Leo,” Raph said, grabbing onto Donnie’s hand, who, to his credit, only wriggled a little, pulling a face but not pulling away. The pair watched as Leo began to scramble up the ladder to the long-desired, long-admired five-meter diving platform.

The higher he went, rung over rung, the more excited he got, practically wriggling as he climbed up to the top, pulling himself up to his feet. And his eyes widened, his mouth gaping in a shocked little ‘o.’

He was up so high.

Leo had never been up so tall before. Not like this! He had been up in some pretty big buildings with his family, but that was so different from this; standing up here on this platform, looking down at the water below, no walls or windows separating him and the rest of the world. His brothers looked tiny, almost, and as he crept forward to the edge of the platform, for just a second, he felt it. Belated, slower than his brother did, but he felt it.

Fear.

For a second there, he wasn’t so sure about this. It was… really, really high, and the water was really, really far below, and he was gonna have to jump. And fall. He realized, distantly, that he had never fallen so far before, and for just a second, he frowned, drawing his arms nervously around himself and shuffling his feet a bit. 

Movement caught the corner of his eye. 

Leo looked over, across the pool, way to the far edge by the doors to the locker rooms, and there was their dad. He didn’t stay and watch lessons anymore, but he always came to pick them up when lessons were over, waiting for them with towels by the locker rooms before herding them off to get changed and head back home for dinner. He was there already, swim bag in hands, ready for them to be released from their class, and he was waving at him.

Once Leo was looking at him, Dad smiled, and he gave him two thumbs up. 

That was all. Just a smile and two thumbs. But it was plenty. It was more than enough, and Leo wriggled a bit with renewed excitement, all the fear draining out of him and puddling down at his feet, because things just got even better. He didn’t just get to go off the high-dive. 

He got to go off the high-dive and his dad was gonna watch.

“COWABUNGA!” He shrieked, leaping off the platform without another ounce of hesitation, his legs tucked up to his chest and his arms flailing wildly as he plummeted downward. All his organs, seemingly, didn’t get the memo that they were heading down to the water now, because Leo swore that they were yanked up through his chest by gravity, his stomach ending up in his throat and his heart ending up at the top of his head as he fell. 

He had just enough time for another short, pitched little shriek before he hit the water, a massive splash frilling up around him like a fan, droplets flying in each direction. Gravity stopped, and just for a second, Leo floated there in the middle of the pool, ever so slightly dazed-- suddenly still and suspended in place after his rapid descent. He lingered there for a moment, watching all the tiny bubbles rise up to the surface around him before he followed suit. 

His head popped up, and as soon as Leo had grabbed a breath of air, he laughed loudly, his arms and legs doggy-paddling wildly as he began to head back towards the edge of the pool.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!” He cried. “Raph! That was so cool! You gotta go next! DAD! Dad, did you see me!? Did you see me jump!?”

---

He had been left here.

Left here in the Luxury Box like some misbehaving child, left in time-out while the parents discussed. Left here alone to question and panic. Yoshi paced furiously through the space, swearing softly to himself as his mind raced. Six times now, he had tried to convince the guards posted by the door to let him out, to bring him to Big Mama, to bring her to him, anything, and had been denied each time, despite his threats. He considered the logistics of jumping over the balcony, (which he had done before, but it had gone poorly and he was a whole lot younger back then.) He was just weighing the pros-and-cons of making good on his previous threats and breaking out, going and finding Big Mama and his children by force, when the doors opened.

She was in her human form, and looked perfectly casual, calm, and collected as she entered the box. As though she wasn’t aware of what she had done. As if she didn’t know what she was doing. Yoshi bristled, clenching his jaw as he stormed over.

“You cannot do this,” he hissed through grit teeth.

“Oh, but cuddlemuffin, I’m afraid the terms have already been agreed upon. I can’t just go back on my deal, now can I?” She tsked, walking right past him to head over to the couch, sitting down primly and crossing her legs. Yoshi chased after her, resisting the carnal urge to pick her up and throw her out of the Luxury Box. 

(It wouldn’t even work, anyway.)

“Why not?!” He spat. “I see no reason why you cannot back out! Nothing has even happened yet-- just send them back home! There is no need for this.” 

She sighed deeply, frowning as she turned to face him.

“Darling, I thought you’d be pleased,” she protested.

Yoshi’s face flushed bright red.

“Pleased?! Pleased?! Why would I be pleased with this!?”

“Well, I always thought you were quite fond of those little turleyboos--”

“They are my sons! Of course I am!”

“And that you missed them! So this way, you’ll get to be here together. Isn’t that better?”

“No! No, it is not better!”

“Oh, but huggypoo, this will be good. You’ll get to see them all the time this way! You lot can all have your little row-de-rows in my Nexus together, you’ll get to be around them all the time, and you’ll still get to be my fantabulous champion,” she said with a smile. “And don’t fib and pretend like you don’t like getting to be famous for me. They’ll like it too! I’m sure,” she insisted with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Everyone wins! Don’t you think?”

“You don’t believe that,” Yoshi whispered. “I know you don’t.”

She hummed, shrugged with a small smile, and turned away, picking up her teacup from the coffee table to take a sip.

“Please. I will stay with you. Just let them go. Don’t do this. You wouldn’t agree to this if you believed they would win. They are going to get hurt--”

“You’ll stay with me either way, Noodles,” she said, not even looking at him.

“If you do this,” he breathed, his voice weighed down with anger, with heat, with grief and with desperation. “I will never forgive you. I swear. If you go through with this, I will never forgive you for it, Gumo.”

She paused, turning just enough to give him a long look. It was almost soft-- as though she were sympathetic. And she tsked.

“Well, it’s not the first time I’ve heard that, now is it?”

---

If Leo was being totally honest with himself, this was exhausting. It was taxing and nerve-wracking, and every single time he opened up his mouth and spoke, he wondered if this was the time he was going to fuck it up and say the wrong thing and watch it all come crashing down around them. 

He was the actor, like their dad, having begged him from the age of seven to let him do movies like he did. He had eventually bargained his way from local theater all the way up to supporting roles in a couple of films, taking immense pride in any play, commercial, TV show, or movie that had his name in the credits. He was that loud, funny kid in class who always had a quip or remark and who distracted the teacher so they didn’t have to do actual work. He was the best liar in his family, and had always been the one who would talk them out of situations when they found themselves in the middle of a mess-- like that time their basketball ended up in that construction site and they had to retrieve it. Or that time they tunneled under their elementary school. 

But this? This was a beast of a different color. They had never had stakes higher than ‘detention’ before. Not like this. 

“Okay, so, if we’re gonna make this work,” Leo had said, terrified out of his mind at being trapped in a room with a literal giant spider but pretending otherwise, draped casually in a red velvet chair across from her desk. “Obviously we’re going to need to put some PR into it, right? And if we’re gonna be pushing the ‘sons of Lou Jitsu’ angle, then we need to do something about--” he gestured to himself. “This whole situation. Otherwise, no one’s gonna buy it. So obviously we’re gonna have to fix these little doohickies,” he kind of flipped his wrist back and forth a few times, “And maybe give it, like, a day, maybe two? To get the word out there.” That should be enough time for Donnie to bounce back… The bruising and swelling had already gone down quite a bit, but he was still worried about his head. He’d like to give him a lot longer to recover from a concussion before sending him into a, like, legit deathmatch, but… “Which also means we have some time to work out some other little details, right? Like. Weapons, no weapons?... We can maybe take a look at both options, I dunno, do some mock-ups for the campaign posters and all that…”

She had listened, shockingly enough. Leo found that often, when he talked for too long, people would eventually stop listening. It was a common trait in his family. But she was listening, and, even better, seemed to actually be considering what he was saying, and Leo clung to that thread of hope desperately. 

“My Lou Jitsu always fights without weapons,” she remarked, and Leo felt his stomach flip-flop for a second.

“Yeah, I mean. There’s definitely merit to that. But we’re trying to raise the stakes, right? Big blow-out type deal? So, you know, add some pointy things to the mix, and that usually pumps people up. Plus… merch opportunity!” He had added, stretching his lips wide over his teeth in the imitation of a grin, making sure to crinkle the corners of his eyes as well, because he’s not an amateur. “Your guy can have your weapons, too! I mean, fair’s fair…”

She had smiled widely.

“My ‘guy’ doesn’t need any weapons.”

Leo’s heart had stuttered, just for a second, and a shiver skittered its way up his spine, but he kept himself still and kept his expression steady. “I mean, if you don’t like it, we don’t have to do it for the actual shebang! I’m just saying. Like. You know. Let’s explore all the marketing options, right?”

She had seemed almost amused by him at the time, but had agreed, saying that they could ‘take a look,’ and, after some further careful, calculated coaxing, had even agreed to let Leo into whatever armory or trophy room or vault their weapons were being held in to fetch them, though only after Leo had pitched the hell out of their own weapons providing ‘the best possible performance,’ and feigned an inability to describe their weapons well enough for any employee to fetch it for them. 

Quite frankly, he was pretty much sure that the only reason he was able to get away with any of this was because she didn’t see him as a threat. She wasn’t stupid, by any means, Leo already knew, and he wasn’t completely fooling her. But she was already sure that she would win, and she thought that he was funny, or so it seemed, so she was willing to go along with his act and laugh at him as they went. That was fine. Leo would do whatever worked.

And now he was here. Just him, a giant spider woman, five armed guards, and about half a million mystic artifacts filling up a tightly locked, hidden room, where no one would ever find his body.

No problem.

“Jeez, do you just, like, throw things in here?” He mumbled, taking big, long strides as he wandered through the space, picking over and through all the various amulets and enchanted swords and cursed statuettes-- lingering over each one, just for a moment, leaning over to examine them before moving along to the next thing. “Have you ever considered investing in a label maker?--”

“We’re not here for a tour, foozle,” she had remarked primly, narrowing her eyes in such a way that made Leo inwardly sweat a bit. He was toeing the line-- he had been toeing the line for a while now and he knew it, and he picked up the pace, even as he continued to roam, wandering a wide lap around the vault.

“Do you have, like, a magic weapon shelf, or…?”

“Tick tock. Find your things, or you’ll leave without anything, dear.”

“Oh, here they are!” He exclaimed, pointing at the previously confiscated odachi. “This would be April’s, and the lame stick is Donnie’s…”

He knew better than to grab for any of them. That’s how you get in trouble. April’s dad taught him better than that. The guards collected them in his stead once he had pointed them out.

“There we go,” she said, making her way back to the exit. “Now, then, I’ll just take that little booble from you.”

Leo froze.

“Take what?”

“Well, foozle, you did want me to patch up those little trinkley-dinks you have on your wrists, didn’t you?” She hummed.

Oh.

Right.

He did say that.

He supposed he just hadn’t realized he’d have to… take it off. For the first time, he stumbled, hesitating ever-so-slightly.

“I. Uh. I’m not sure if I… can…” he said, pulling experimentally at the bracelet curled around his wrist. The bracelet that had been there the past ten years of his life. The bracelet that had always clearly, at least in his mind, marked him as a Hamato. The bracelet that ‘kept him safe.’ 

The bracelet that he had never, not once in his life, ever taken off.

“Oh, of course you can. You just have to want to take it off. It’s a simple little trickey-trick. Just think about it when you do it, and it’ll slide right off, no trouble to it. You do want me to fix them, don’t you?”

“... Yeah.”

“Then take it off.”

Leo paused, just for a moment. This was silly, wasn’t it? He knew now what it did, what its purpose was, why they didn’t take it off… And it really wasn’t doing anything right now, as clearly evidenced by his scaly green skin and the cinnamon red crescent moons streaking across his face. 

But still…

He swallowed hard. And he removed the bracelet.

It was easy, just like she said. It slipped right off his wrist without any real trouble once he made the conscious, definitive decision to do so. 

Nothing in the world changed. He didn’t change. Nothing terrible happened-- there were no screams, no meteor strikes, no alien invasions. His body felt just the same as before.

He handed it over.

“Now then, give me a few hours with it, and it’ll be good as new. I’ll collect your brothers’ as well, and I’ll get all this higgeldy-piggeldy all sorted for you little turtleyboos,” she assured, all but herding Leo out of the vault, back out into her office. Leo felt a bit dazed.

“Right… Thanks.” 

“Now, then. You can take him back to his room. Your trinket will be delivered later this evening. Toddle off now,” she waved them dismissively, and two of the guards fell into step beside him, beginning to guide him from the office. Leo struggled to keep his steps even, suddenly feeling a bit unsteady.

His wrist felt… empty.

Though his siblings and he were no longer being kept in a dungeon, it would be foolish to believe that the hotel rooms they had been put up in were anything aside from nicer prisons. At least they had beds now, but it was pretty clear that they were not to leave the rooms without explicit permission, so he had, in exchange, lost any direct contact with his family, each of them sequestered away on their own. 

I can’t believe I’m missing a jail cell, he thought to himself with a roll of his eyes as he was ushered into the room, the door slammed shut behind him. The attitude was so not necessary. 

But that had gone better than he thought it would.

He hurried to his bed, doing a quick visual sweep of the room, just in case, making absolute certain there were no prying eyes before he sat down, unzipping his hoodie just enough so that he could shake a fuzzy yellow yokai out of it. The creature tumbled from where it had been hiding near the largest curve of his shell, tucked away beneath the folds of his sweatshirt’s hood, helpfully concealing the critter.

“Jesus, dude! We have got to trim your nails,” Leo hissed, reaching to rub the back of his neck and give them a look. Mayhem blinked up at him, chittering in response and waving his tail. Leo just sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Please tell me you saw something helpful in there,” he begged.

To his absolute relief, the creature puffed itself out, giving a definitive nod of its head, and Leo felt a huge weight tumble from his shoulders. “Oh thank god,” he huffed, flopping back down across the bed, resting his hands on his face for a second. This had been such a fucking shot in the dark! The entire plan was ‘investigate as much as possible and pray that I either figure it out or Mayhem knows something.’ After taking a moment to compose himself, breathing in deep, he came back out from the cover of his hands, glancing over at Mayhem again as they hopped up to their paws and promptly disappeared in a twinkle of blue. 

He reminded himself to treat April to a pizza or something one of these days for finding this little guy. 

Scooting back up into a sitting position, he grabbed the little “Grand Nexus Hotel” branded notepad and matching pen from the nightstand, scribbling out a quick message. 

“Might have something. Don’t worry. Fixing the bracelets. See you all soon.”

He didn’t dare put too much information down in writing, should their Mayhem-sponsored-Pony-Express style of communication be intercepted. But at least he could tell them something. He’d ask Mayhem to pass it around to his siblings once he was able. He knew that blipping around too much tired him out. 

But jesus, is it useful, he thought to himself as Mayhem came warping back into the room, hopping gracefully back down onto the bed and scampering over, proudly dropping something into Leo’s hand-- like a dog fetching a tennis ball, wagging tail and everything.

“This is it?” He questioned, raising a brow, and Mayhem nodded, gesturing a few times. Leo sighed and shrugged. Well, it wasn’t like he had any room to doubt them anyway, and so he pocketed the item, reaching over to pet the yokai’s head, scratching at his ears. 

“Nice job, buddy,” he muttered, getting a happy little trill from Mayhem in reply. Leo couldn’t help but smile. “We’d be so screwed without you.”

He frowned a bit, chewing the corners of his lips for a moment.

“You make it look so easy…”

There was a moment of silence, the only sound in the room being Mayhem’s happy little chirps and barks. Leo pet them for a bit longer, before finally, he pulled away, shifting back so that he could sit up properly-- legs crossed, hands rested on his knees, back straight.

Mayhem whined slightly, pawing at Leo’s leg, and he chuckled softly.

“Sorry, bud,” he hummed softly, letting out a long, slow breath. “I’ve got a lot of practice to get through.”

Okay.

Let’s move.

---

His skin was chocolate brown. It was relatively smooth and relatively untextured, save for the occasional blemish or spot (thanks, puberty,) and polka-dotted all over with freckles. The fact that he had hair at all was noteworthy-- twisted into ombre locs, they shifted from a rich, inky black at the roots to a pale orangey-hue at the ends, tipped with colorful beads. His fingers were just as dexterous and capable as he remembered them-- and there were five of them on each hand. 

It had felt so achingly odd to be without his bracelet. But now that it was back on his wrist, Mikey noted that he really didn’t feel much at ease at all. 

Things still felt… off.

He examined his face in the mirror, pinching his cheeks, pulling back his lips to inspect his teeth, leaning in close to peer at his own eyes in the reflection. He tugged at his ears, spinning the little star earrings that he had miraculously maintained throughout everything a few times. He pulled off his shirt so he could look at his back-- watching how the muscles shifted beneath the skin, reaching back so he could run his fingers along the knobs of his own spine, plain and clear to see.

This was his body. This was the body he had always had, or so he had thought. The body that he had grown up in. He looked at himself, and it was familiar. He looked at himself and thought, hey, that’s me!

So why did everything feel so alien? 

He ran through the same routine again, breaking down his entire self from head-to-toe, and didn’t feel any better by the end of it. He did it for a third time, and fourth time, and a fifth, but still, the feeling persisted. Mikey scowled deeply, chewing on the insides of his own cheek.

Why did he feel like he was being tricked when he saw himself now?

Everything looked real. It all felt real. His shoulders, his feet, his fingers, they all seemed perfectly natural and normal and genuine to him, but now he knew that none of it was, and it made something inside his stomach twitch just the tiniest bit with an emotion that he couldn’t quite name. What? Anger? Anxiety? Confusion? This, too, he re-visited over and over, but couldn’t resolve. And he hated it. Not just the feeling itself, but just--

Just not knowing. Not understanding. It just made it worse, not being able to identify it while it was taking over, completely encompassing him, soaking every bit of his body like gasoline, and he didn’t know what the feeling was but he just-- he just-- felt--

A thin ribbon of smoke caught the corner of his eye.

Mikey yelped, his hand immediately ripping itself away from the dresser he had been leaning against, revealing a scorched handprint underneath, and went reeling backwards. He didn’t stop until his back hit a wall, and he nearly fell over, his heart hammering a tempo prestissimo in his ears.

Not again. Not again. Not again. Mikey whined loudly, balling his hands up into fists and drawing himself in, as if to hide, to tuck in close and make himself small. Tears began beading up along his eyes like pearls, immediately ready to answer this call to action and throw themselves over onto the frontlines, and Mikey swallowed back a sob. This couldn’t keep happening. He couldn’t keep letting himself lose control.

He was the one who started this whole thing in the first place when he lit his notebook on fire. Their life had been perfect before that happened. 

He was the reason that Donnie got hurt. He never would have had to protect him if he hadn’t lost control of his weapon.

And now he was the reason there was a smoldering handprint on the dresser, and he didn’t even understand why or how to stop it! He had no idea how to fix it, but he couldn’t let this keep happening.

He could not let himself keep being a liability to his family.

---

When Raph had finally been allowed to see his siblings again, he had grabbed them all and hugged them as tight as he possibly could. It really hadn’t been that long since they all saw each other-- but it had been way, way too long to be alone.

Raph hated being alone. He didn’t care if he was in some nice, fancy hotel room now or whatever. He’d gladly go back to the dungeons if he could do so with his siblings. He had spent the entire time pacing, floating in and out of various degrees of panic. The only reason that he hadn’t gone totally off his rocker was Mayhem, who spent a majority of the time with him, and brought him little written messages from his family every few hours or so.

Every time he was about to really, truly lose it, he’d get some little note from April, some doodle from Mikey, some scribbles from Leo or Donnie, and he’d be able to remind himself that yes-- definitively, most certainly, without a doubt, they were all okay. They were close by and hadn’t forgotten about him, were thinking about him, and they’d see him again soon. 

And they did.

And he didn’t want to let go.

In fact, it had taken a bit of convincing from his family before he finally released them from the embrace, chuckling nervously and rubbing the back of his neck, mumbling out a few apologies even though he knew they didn’t hold it against him. And, yeah okay, he felt better now that they were all here, but…

It could be under better circumstances.

The locker room was empty except for him and his siblings, and he supposed that that, at least, was an upside. Less people, less stress, right? And his family was all here. Or, well, most of them, at least… But April and his little brothers, they were all right here, and he could see all of them, so it was fine…

He just really wished their dad was here. He wished he at least knew where they were keeping him. He knew that he’d be here if he had a choice.

He paced through the aisles, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

“Poor little guy. After all he’s done for us, and we’ve totally exhausted him,” April tsked softly, holding Mayhem in her arms as if he were a baby. The yokai was completely passed out after spending the past day or so continuously bouncing around hotel rooms to pass along messages, and Raph winced with quiet guilt. He chewed at the joints of his fingers.

“He’s earned his naptime for sure,” Leo muttered, smirking a tiny bit, watching as April carefully settled the yokai down into a little nest of towels on the benches.

Raph wrinkled up his nose, resisting a whine.

“It’s okay. He’ll be safe and sound back here while we’re busy kicking Nexus butt!” Mikey chirped, grinning.

How could the rest of them all be so calm!?

They were literally about to go into the freakin’ ring of terror and fight for their lives! For their freedom! Didn’t they understand how high the stakes were? Weren’t they concerned?! What if they didn’t win? What if someone got hurt, or worse--

“Raph.”

Raph jumped at the sound of his name, his eyes snapping around to meet April’s eyes

“Everything is going to be okay,” she soothed, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. “Look. I’m freaked out, too! But we’re all going in there together, okay? We’ve got your back! And we all have you to look out for us and protect us, too! We’ll be fine.”

And it was reassuring. Really, it was. But tears built up in Raph’s eyes anyway, completely without his consent, and his lip started to absolutely tremble even as he nodded. Mikey got over to him even before April could, somehow, crashing into his side with a hug, the rest of the family close behind-- even Donnie.

“It’ll be okay, big guy,” April assured, snuggled up against his side. “You guys are literally world-champion martial artists! You’re the actual sons of Lou Jitsu! We got this!”

“Yeah. And it’s not like we’re going in there alone, remember? We’ll all cover each other,” Leo said. “I mean, come on, if Dad can do it on his own, then it’s gonna be a piece of cake with all of us in there, right?”

He forced a weary little laugh, hugging his family close.

Oh god. How was he gonna protect them all?...

“Right. Yeah, okay. We’ll be alright,” he said, sighing deeply, and no sooner had he said this did a bright green light blare above the doors, flashing insistently at them. All of them floundered for a moment, and it took Raph a moment to realize that they were all looking at him.

“I think that means it’s time to go,” he muttered, taking a long, deep, shaking breath. “... Everyone just stick close, alright? And… follow my lead.”

The group gave a chorus of mumbled agreements, and Raph bit the inside of his cheek. Aw man. Now he just had to figure out what lead they were gonna follow…

With a long, deep breath, Raph made his way through the door, trusting that his siblings were all right behind him. Already, the air in the tunnel felt different somehow. Colder. It prickled at his skin and he drew his flannel a bit closer to himself, gritting his teeth.

“Introducing--” The booming voice that came over the announcement system was so loud it shook the walls, and Raph’s steps stumbled ever so slightly. He moved a bit closer to his siblings, keeping pace with them as they made their way down the tunnel. He thought dimly to himself that it was just like football-- rushing out onto the field at the start of the game.

Right. Sure. This is just another game. Another tournament or competition or something. Just… Think about it that way.

“For the first time EVER in the Battle Nexus--”

It wasn’t a game, though. Not for them. This was real. This was life or death. 

Oh, god, what were they thinking? This was a horrible idea. Something bad was gonna happen. Someone was gonna get hurt--

This is how you bring Dad home, a little voice in his head reminded him, and Raph steeled himself, clenching his hands into fists.

This is how we bring Dad home. This is how we’re gonna bring Dad home. You all have each others’ backs-- and this is how we save Dad. Everyone is counting on you, big guy. 

We can’t screw this one up. This is how you protect our family.

As they stepped out into the ring, Raph winced at the glare of the lights. Everywhere he looked, there were faces of unfamiliar creatures absolutely screaming at him. The roaring of the crowd was so frantic and loud that at some point, it stopped being voices and all melted together into one roaring buzz, threatening to swallow them all up and drown them. Raph swallowed.

No backing down down.

“The sons of Lou Jitsu!”

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[thesweetnessofspring]

Do you think it was an oversight and plot convenience on Collin's part to have Peeta captured instead of Prim? Was Snow's decision genius or stupid?

Ok this is going to be long so let me explain.

Now, a couple things why capture Peeta instead of Prim? Because clearly it would've been easier to capture Prim, who was simply in the Victor's village when District 12 got bombed. In fact the why didn't he altogether bomb the Victor's village, it would've been a smart move on Snow's part to have Prim dead because Katniss would've been too inebriated to support the rebellion in any manner. Did Collins only do this because she wanted to kill Prim later on? Without a good reason I do not find it realistic that Snow would not have killed Prim at the first chance.

Now you could say that if Snow killed Prim he would have no leverage against Katniss so why not capture her instead. Why Peeta? Is it because romantic love is stronger than platonic. Because Katniss does eventually recover from Prim's death, while it's implied that Peeta's death would drive her crazy.

I can't find that quote right now but Katniss says something along the lines of never being able to leave the arena if Peeta didn't come back with her in the first book. I'm not sure how much this quote can support the statement of Katniss going crazy, because these words are administered by her guilt of leaving him behind in the arena. Would her feelings be the same in different circumstances? I'm not saying she wouldn't grieve just that maybe she would eventually recover from his death like Prim's.

I think what really determines Snow's the decision of capturing Peeta instead of Prim as genius or stupid is whether or not Katniss would've recovered from Peeta's death. And yes I know he gets hijacked but the hijacking was basically a death sentence to Katniss's sanity whether or not it was done to Prim or Peeta. I get that hijacking and killing someone is not the same but the ultimate question here is who's destruction would've ultimately damaged Katniss.

I'm torn between Katniss' reaction really

Peeta If I knew for sure that he was dead, I could just disappear into the woods and never look back. But until I do, I’m stuck.

I mean she's willing to leave everything behind and leave even when Prim is still alive. And the way she practically stopped living when Peeta was captured, again even with Prim alive.

Idk do you think Snow was a genius for capturing Peeta and not Prim?

Sorry this is super long but would love to hear ur insight.

Very interesting to think about!

First, Snow got Peeta no matter what. When Katniss shot the arrow into the forcefield, it was a race between rebellion and Capitol to get the victors. Snow got Peeta, Johanna, and Enobaria. The rebellion got Katniss, Finnick, and Beetee. If either could have gotten any of the others they would have, though the rebellion prioritized Katniss.

So in that way, getting Prim would be an addition and not a substitution. Since everything happened so quickly, Snow was likely making decisions not exactly on the fly, but more on his instinct and quick calculations. Also keep in mind that Prim is thirteen and the whole country loves her. Yes, the Capitol and Panem watch the Games and watch children as young as twelve get murdered. And the Capitol sits by as children in the District die of starvation. But thanks to Katniss, Prim becomes exempt from people not caring. So if Snow took Prim and tortured and killed her, he would be at risk of angering people. With Peeta he can use him in multiple ways:

To persuade the people in the district to not fight.

As an example of what happens to rebels.

To break Katniss.

Peeta is still young, but a big 17-year-old boy reads different than a 13-year-old little girl.

And really, Prim is Katniss's Tigris. It would hurt her, but you know that after 65 years, Lucy Gray was singing in his head. Snow doesn't need to break Katniss with her Tigris. He needs to break her with her Lucy Gray. Snow is playing out his situation with Lucy Gray over and over and over with Katniss and Peeta.

This might be unpopular, idk, but I think that Katniss could have lived had Peeta died, so long as Prim lived, just as she lived after Prim died because Peeta was alive. Yes, Katniss was ready to die while killing Snow and getting revenge on what he did to Peeta, but Katniss also tried to die by suicide after she killed Coin and Prim was dead, yet she came back from that. And she was more prepared to die than determined to die. Additionally, when Peeta was taken and hijacked they were in active war while after Prim's death the fighting had stopped and there was tenuous peace that grew more secure. It's impossible to heal from trauma when you're still in trauma and so I think that impacted a lot of Katniss's thought processes. She just wanted to get away from the pain and the fighting and the danger.

I'm not saying it wouldn't have been hard without Peeta and she wouldn't have major grief and additional complexities to her PTSD and serious need for competent psychiatric help, but with Prim I think she'd have made it through. It's not a contest of who she loved more, but that Katniss will fight and live for both Peeta and Prim, even when her instincts tell her to end the pain their hijacking/death caused her to feel.

Really, Katniss like most people is full of contradictions and exceptions and quick responses as well as love and hurt and this is what makes her THE main character of all time.

I hope that answers what you were looking for! Thanks for the ask!

[haihaihaitani]

4:46 PM ~ *Chifuyu Matsuno*

Summary: You forgot your umbrella. Luckily Chifuyu has one to share.

Pairing: Chifuyu Matsuno X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 760

Warning: Tooth rotting fluffiness

Masterlist

Taglist: @soulangel

Rain. Of course it was raining. And of course you forgot your umbrella. Really, you should have known better. It’s been raining all week. Why would today be any different?

With a dejected sigh, you slid down the wall and sat in front of the door. It was the only thing you could do at the moment. There was no way you were going out in that storm! You didn’t want to get soaked or sick.

Another thing you didn’t want to do was wallow in your self pity. Sure, you had no one to blame but yourself but that didn’t mean you wanted to think about it. It was your own fault you were in this situation and you were the only one who could get you out of it. You searched your bag to try and find something to block the rain.

“Y/n?” A soft voice called out to you.

You glanced up to see Chifuyu looking back at you with concern in his eyes. “Oh, hi, Chifuyu. Heading out?”

He nodded. “Yes, I am. Did you lose your umbrella?”

“More like I forgot it.” You admitted with a groan.

“Oh, I see.” He pulled an umbrella out of his bag and you winced internally. It seemed you really were the only one who forgot one.

“You don’t live too far from here, correct?” He asked.

Blinking in shock, you hesitated. He wasn’t implying what you thought he was implying was he? “Um… yes?”

Apparently he was, because he said, “Well, you can walk with me if you’d like, since I have an umbrella. I don’t mind sharing.”

Matching blushes painted themselves on yours and his cheeks, so you decided to glance outside at the storm. Making your decision, you stood up. “Alright, thank you, Chifuyu. I really appreciate it.”

He nodded. “You’re welcome, Y/n.”

The two of you walked outside, Chifuyu making sure neither of you got wet. While he kept his eye on the umbrella, you helped avoid big puddles. It was an excuse to not look at him.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a little crush on him. Correction: a massive crush on him. But then again, who wouldn’t? He was smart, sweet, and strong. He could make anyone smile just by smiling first. Chifuyu truly was like an angel on Earth. Obviously, he was sharing his umbrella with you when he didn’t have to!

A truck was rumbling towards the two of you and you jumped out of the way so you didn’t get splashed. This caused you to grab the umbrella to steady yourself and knock shoulders with Chifuyu. He paused and grabbed your other shoulder to keep you both stable.

“Are you alright?” He squeaked out.

“I’m fine.” You nodded shyly, averting your eyes. However, you noticed that your hand was practically on top of his. That must have happened when you grabbed the umbrella to steady yourself. Your cheeks burned hot and you slowly removed your hand.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“It’s okay!” He answered a bit too quickly.

The rest of the walk passed in awkward silence. You couldn’t seem to shake the blush that was keeping your cheeks warm. It also didn’t help that your hands broke out into a cold sweat. Seriously, now was not the time to be acting like a shy, lovestruck child!

However, when you snuck a glance at Chifuyu, you noticed that he looked nervous as well. If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought he looked positively flustered. But you didn’t have time to ponder that idea, as you had arrived home.

“Well this is me.” You muttered.

He nodded, still holding the umbrella over you so that you could fish out your key without getting wet. “See you tomorrow, Y/n?”

You nodded and locked eyes with him. All of a sudden you felt the overwhelming urge to kiss him. But that was absolutely crazy! He didn’t like you the way you liked him, right? Well, there was only one way to find out…

“Bye Chifuyu.” You said and then kissed his cheek. You rushed inside before he could answer, your heart practically beating out of your chest.

Chifuyu touched his cheek where you kissed him and felt his heart skip a beat. If he didn’t know any better, you seemed to like him too. As he set off in the opposite direction to where he lived, he silently hoped that you would forget your umbrella tomorrow so he could do this all over again.

[fabledresources]

𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐓𝐒 ; part 1 of 4 total prompt collections pulled from olivia rodrigo's latest album, guts. some lyrics might have been tweaked just a bit so they flow better, but otherwise remain unchanged. feel free to adjust however necessary!

𝐀𝐋𝐋-𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

i am light as a feather, i'm as stiff as a board.

i pay attention to things that most people ignore.

i'm alright with the movies that make jokes about senseless cruelty.

i am built like a mother and a total machine.

i feel for your every little issue.

i know just what you mean.

i make light of the darkness.

i've got sun in my motherfuckin' pocket, best believe.

i forgive, and i forget.

i know my age, and i act like it.

got what you can't resist.

i am light as a feather, i'm as fresh as the air.

coca-cola bottles that i only use to curl my hair.

i got class and integrity just like a goddamn kennedy.

i'm a perfect all-american bitch.

i know my place.

i know my place, and this is it.

i don't get angry when i'm pissed.

i'm the eternal optimist.

i scream inside to deal with it.

i'm grateful all the time

i'm sexy, and i'm kind.

i'm pretty when i cry.

𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?

haven't heard from you in a couple of months.

i'm out right now and i'm all fucked up.

you're callin' my phone and you're all alone.

and i'm sensing some undertone.

i'm right here with all my friends.

you're sending me your new address.

i know we're done, i know we're through.

god, when i look at you…

can't hear my thoughts.

i should probably not.

seeing you tonight… it's a bad idea, right?

fuck it, it's fine.

yes, i know that he's my ex, but can't two people reconnect?

i only see him as a friend.

the biggest lie i ever said.

i only see him as a friend, i just tripped and fell into his bed.

i'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans.

i know i should stop... but i can't.

i told my friends i was asleep.

i never said where or in whose sheets.

i'm sure i've seen much hotter men, but i really can't remember when.

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄

hate to give the satisfaction of asking how you're doing now.

how's the castle built off people you pretend to care about?

look at you, cool guy, you got it.

i see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when i close my eyes.

six months of torture you sold as some forbidden paradise.

i loved you truly.

you gotta laugh at the stupidity.

i've made some real big mistakes.

i've made some real big mistakes, but you make the worst one look fine

i should've known it was strange.

you only come out at night.

i used to think i was smart.

you made me look so naive.

you sold me for parts.

you sunk your teeth into me.

bleedin' me dry like a goddamn vampire.

every girl i ever talked to told me you were bad, bad news

you called them crazy, god, i hate the way i called them crazy too.

you're so convincing.

how do you lie without flinching?

how do you lie?

what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill.

can't figure out just how you do it, and god knows i never will.

girls your age know better

you said it was true love.

you can't love anyone, 'cause that would mean you had a heart.

i tried to help you out, now i know that i can't.

how you think's the kind of thing i'll never understand.

𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐘

aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell?

did i ever tell you that i’m not doing well?

like perfume that you wear, i linger all the time.

it takes over my life, i see you everywhere.

the sweetest torture one could bear.

i'm losin’ it lately.

i feel your compliments likе bullets on skin.

well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?

it's like you're out to get me.

you poison every little thing that i do.

i just loathe you lately.

i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you.

i despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you.

[chaotic-iguana]

bruh.

what. what the fuck.

writing started off as an exploration; a hobby that i was just trying out. something new, to pass the time. but i feel like it has now evolved into an extension of my art. over time, my stories starting having more and more elements of the poetry-inspired commentary i like to have in the forefront of my paintings, or very simply the imagery i used to include in my poems themselves.

but that isn’t even the best part.

i’ve been writing for around a month, and i absolutely adore literally every single mutual i have on here. @breakfastatjoels, @mandoisapunk, @josephquinnswhore, @bastardmandennis, @nostalxgic, @pedrosaidsheispunk, @theywhowriteandknowthings @millerscoffee

you’re all such inspirations im so glad to know u all thank u all for existing i gen would not have kept writing/still be on this site without yall and i promise im wrapping up i just think its a little fucked that im…gaining traction? how? and the crazy thing?? that list of ppl tagged up there are like just the ones i could remember off the top of my head!! there’s so many more! @imherefordeanandbones, was my first follower and the first on my taglist, and one of the first people to make me think my writing was actually not that bad for a beginner!!

anyways while i literally question everything and melt in gratitude, i hope you all have great days. thank you very much. let’s hope we see many more!!

enough sappy shit.

as a celebration, im gonna write fics, blurbs or hcs (saw/nsfw) based on the following prompts:

this is from @havenoffandoms 800 follower celebration! just send me your character pairing and prompt. list below the cut

“I’m in love with you. Please, don’t leave me.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“It’s really not that complicated.”

“You’re in love with them, aren’t you?”

“We could get arrested for this.”

“I thought you were dead.” 

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Love is overrated.”

“If you think I’m going to talk to you while you’re dressed like that, you’re wrong!”

“Do you ever actually use your cellphone?”

“You don’t need to protect me.”

“You fainted… right into my waiting arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

“You have to make a choice.”

“You have to remember.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“You know, it’s okay to cry.”

“You lied to me!”

“You make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

“You need to wake up cause I can’t do this without you.”

“You’ll be the death of me.”

“The only thing hotter than seeing your orgasm is seeing your smile.”

“Where do you think you’re going dressed like that? Your body is for my eyes only.”

“From the minute I met them, there was no choice. They’re smart. They’re strong. They resent their parents enough to go for a person like me. Also they’re crazy hot.”

“What do you mean, I’m not scary? I literally nearly scared the life out of a man?” “You literally scared a little saliva and a little urine out of him.”

“When someone your age dies, you instinctively want to hear it was of something that could never happen to you. Well, it’s the same with divorce.”

“I get to stay home and plan the death of Dora the Explorer. Fill her backpack with bricks and throw her into the Candy Cane River.”

“You don’t ‘take a run’ at a person. You woo them. You make them feel special.” “Hey honey, look at this. It’s a picture of my butt.”

“I don’t like you.” “I’ll get over it.”

“You’re one of the most beautiful person I know, and you don’t even know it.” “No, I know it.”

“Why do you always have to throw wet blankets on my dreams?” “I do not.” “Yes you do. And you know what I end up with? Wet dreams.”

“So you’re gonna throw me under the bus?” “Oh, I’m gonna throw you so hard I might even win a stuffed animal.”

“Who wouldn’t be angry if you ate all the cereal and faked your death for three years?”

“Quick, catch the cat it stole my coin pouch!”

“I feel like I was just hit by a car… wait, I did? And it was YOUR car?”

“I can’t believe I’m sitting in a dungeon with you of all people.”

“So why do I have to punch that guy?”

“I may have accidentally sort of adopted five goats.”

“I hope you know that my name is actually _____”

“Please stop petting the prisoners.”

“Please put me down, it’s just a sprained ankle.”

“So what if I broke my arm, I’m still doing it.”

“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2am?”

“I’m like 75% sure this won’t explode in our faces.”

“You know how my people are, we would destroy ourselves just for spite.”

“Wait, is that what you were trying to do? I’m sorry, I would’ve taken you much more seriously if I knew.”

“Let’s not blow the extortion charge out of proportion. My boss was just a sore loser.”

“Of all things, you would have thought that the rain was innocuous enough. Turns out, nothing is innocuous in this Gods forsaken place!”

“It’s illegal to make unauthorized species. But it’s also illegal to kill endangered species. Thankfully, I only did one of each.”

“The secret ingredient isn’t human flesh, that’s all I can say.”

“Where’s the king?” “He’s being chased by a wyvern. It’s an old tradition, you see.”

“If I serenade for you, will you strip for me?”

“This is new.”

“Make me.”

“Shh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“If you steal the blankets, I’m going to put my cold feet on you.”

“Don’t be stubborn. Try it.”

“You are very endearing when you are half-asleep.”

“I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“The thought of losing you scares me.”

“Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

thank you. love you all.

[gumnut-logic]

Five times alan discovered a secret and one time he kept one (Part Four)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

This one fought me like crazy. gordon is a slippery fish and doesn't like telling.

Many thanks to @onereyofstarlight for the read through and support. You are amazing as always ::lots of hugs::.

And thank you to thunderfam who continue to feed my pen with all your wonderful support ::hugs the lot of you::

Lots of terrible two in this one. I hope you enjoy it :D

-o-o-o-

4.

“Can you turn it off?!”

Alan glared at his brother. The fish was sitting where he had parked himself for the entire trip - his lumpy feet up on the dash, guzzling his disgusting cheese and watching that stupid Buddie and Ellie show.

Gordon didn’t even bother to turn around. “Why?”

“You’ve been watching it since we left Earth and I’m sick of it! And your cheese is getting into everything! Brains will kill you when we get back and I’ll help him!”

His fish brother finally responded this time, the holoprojector flickering off. He shrugged. “Okay.”

“And clean up your mess.”

“Sure.” Gordon flicked him a WASP salute and began picking cheese out of the air.

Alan grunted and went back to his checklist. He was in command of this mission. He had the right to ask his brother to behave.

Scott was counting on him.

Okay, so he was a little nervous. This rescue was one for the record books, after all. Not many people managed to make it to Europa. You needed special permission to land there as it was restricted for scientific exploration only with no commercial leases available - unlike Jupiter’s other moons.

Europa could have life on it - or in it - depending on your perspective and to get the chance to visit it?

This left Halley’s Comet in the dust.

How Buddie and Ellie had managed to get permission was beyond Alan’s comprehension.

Or maybe he was just resenting them due to having to listen to their voices for so long.

So, so long.

“What would you like me to do next, Commander.”

Alan blinked and looked back at his brother. There was no smart-ass expression on his face, just a genuine interest directed towards the back of the cockpit where Alan floated.

“Something productive maybe?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Think of something.”

“Okay.” Gordon turned back to the controls and sat staring out at the blackness of space.

Alan glared at his brother, unsure of how to respond. Gordon could be…well, Gordon…and so frustrating.

Alan swore under his breath. Gotta love him. Can’t kill him.

He worked quietly for a while, relieved and finally relaxing just a little in the silence with a calming sense of work well done.

Oh great, now he was beginning to sound like Virgil.

And yes, he knew that wasn’t a bad thing. Thank you, biggest brother for chiming in with your two cents, too.

Space bonkers, here I come.

“Allie, do you need a hand?”

Alan startled and turned to find Gordon floating just behind him.

“Couldn’t find anything to do?”

“Well, you’re the astronaut, you tell me. I’m just a lowly aquanaut on the voyage to an extraterrestrial ocean.” His brother grinned.

Alan thwacked him with his clipboard.

“Hey, that’s violence in the ranks.”

“You deserved it.”

“Hmph. Well, if you don’t want me to watch Buddy and Ellie, what do you want me to do?”

“Be quiet.”

That earned him an arched eyebrow. “Okay.” Gordon shrugged and turned towards the hatch that led to the cargo bay. “If you need me, I’ll be in Thunderbird Four.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” Gordon shut the hatch behind him, leaving the cockpit to Alan and his checklist.

-o-o-o-

Alan ran out of checklist eventually. He sat back in his pilot’s seat and relaxed, enjoying the quiet solitude.

It was him, his rocket and all the great unknown emptiness beyond. This was the life he wanted, the life he had been aiming for the entirety of his fifteen years of existence.

This was it. The dream…

And…

…damn, it was lonely without his brother’s company.

And so quiet. So, so quiet.

How the hell could he be missing Buddy and Ellie? It was noise. Silly, ridiculous, over-hyped noise.

But it was also Gordon.

Who had done exactly as Alan had told him.

Damnit.

He lasted another whole half an hour before throwing himself out of his seat in frustration. He pushed himself out of the chair and nearly whacked himself on the bulkhead.

See? Gordon made him do stupid things.

He launched from the pilot’s seat to the back door of the cockpit, throwing it open with no consideration for the lack of gravity.

It banged and bounced back at him, catching him on his funny bone.

Grandma wasn’t here to veto his cursing.

He fumbled his way through the hatch, floating down to the cargo bay.

It was quite a sight to see Thunderbird Four where the pods usually sat. She wasn’t small and her presence loomed, both secure yet out of place.

She had been loaded with her nose pointing up towards Three’s cockpit and her undersides facing Three’s cargo doors, ready to be deployed.

Consequently, entering the bay, Alan had no trouble spotting his brother asleep in Four’s cockpit.

He sighed. Typical.

But Alan’s shoulders sagged. Now who wasn’t being fair?

He floated himself down to Four’s hatchway and wriggled himself in. It took a bit to slide into his brother’s cockpit. Despite her size being much bigger than the average pod, Four was the smallest Thunderbird and there was a vast difference between her and Three.

In any case, he managed to slip in beside his sleeping brother and surprisingly didn’t wake him up. Lack of gravity did have some uses, apparently.

He stared at Gordon. Four’s interior lighting was off and only Three’s cargo bay lamps were providing any illumination. This left his brother’s face cast in reds and greys, slack in sleep.

Three was travelling at high speed and her autopilot was very capable of taking them all the way to Europa without any attention on Alan’s part, but he preferred at least one pilot to be in her cockpit at all times, usually himself. So there was no way he felt comfortable sitting down here for any long period of time.

“Enjoying the scenery?”

Alan startled. Gordon was smirking at him, obviously not asleep.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I was having a lovely snooze before you banged your way in here.”

Alan glared at him. “I was just checking on you.”

“Sure you were.”

“Why do you have to be such an ass?”

Gordon stretched, interlocking his fingers behind his head. “It’s the reputation, gotta keep it maintained.”

“Gordon…”

His brother reached over and soft punched Alan in the arm. “No worries, bro. I’ve got your back.”

Maybe he was just making things hard to give Alan command experience. He stared at his brother. “Why are you down here?”

Gordon rolled his eyes. “So I’m not bugging you with Buddy and Ellie, derr.”

“You were sleeping.”

“So?” Brown eyes cast red by the lighting were peering at him. “Not much else to do, is there?”

“So this is what you do at the bottom of the ocean?”

“No. There is always something to do down there.”

“Like what?”

His brother sat up in his seat. “Life for one thing. Can’t say you’ll find a squid or deep sea fish out the window right now.”

“Hey! We’re at the cutting edge of science here. I’m streaming data back to Five that at least three different universities asked for. Do you know how many people would love this opportunity?”

Gordon shrugged. “Same for my girl.” He patted his seat eyeing the inside of his cockpit. “I have friends who would kill to play with her.” He turned back to Alan. “Space is your thing, Al. And Johnny’s. I’m just a fish out of water up here.”

“You don’t like space?” Alan stared at his brother. “But it’s so cool!”

Another shrug. “Whatever floats your boat, baby bro.”

“But you’re a qualified astronaut.”

“Of course I am. We all are. Dad made sure of it.”

And in Alan’s case, Scott and John. “You didn’t want to be?”

Eyes, almost a deep red, looked up at him. “I wanted to join International Rescue, it is part of the deal. Same for you. Can you say you enjoy the ocean?”

“It’s okay.” He had to say it, for exactly the same reason. Alan was not a fish of any kind. He could do what was necessary, but water was definitely not his favourite medium.

The soft smile on Gordon’s face was understanding itself.

Hmph.

“So what don’t you like about space?”

Another full body stretch and Gordon looked away. “The nothing. There is so much nothing with no life.”

“Yet. Who knows what we will discover. You do realise that we are going to be one of very few people who have landed on Europa? Do you realise that almost all of it is unexplored? Almost everything we will be seeing hasn’t been seen close up by a single human being!” It was so incredible, Alan found it hard to believe that Gordon and he were flying out there to do so many firsts. They would end up in the record books. In history itself!

“Except for Buddy and Ellie.”

Alan rolled his eyes. He was so sick of hearing about Buddy and Ellie.

But then if they hadn’t had their accident then Three wouldn’t be needed and Alan wouldn’t have this chance.

Gordon poked him with a finger. “If we find life, it will be in that ocean under all that ice. Not in space.”

“But you need to space to get there.”

“That’s the boring bit.”

“Aargh, you are so annoying.”

“Just polishing the reputation.” His brother grinned.

“How will that reputation stand up if I just happen to mention to Scotty that you squawked when I engaged the ion engines?”

Those deep red eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“Oh, really?” Ahhh, blackmail material bullseye.

“Alan…” Gordon was frowning at him. “Don’t.”

Alan grinned. “Oh, I think it is a juicy bit of information that Scotty will definitely enjoy.” He pushed off the bulkhead and slid back out of the cockpit, aiming for the exit.

“Alan! Don’t you dare!”

And the chase was on. Alan was definitely the more experienced in space as he bounced himself expertly out of the cargo bay, leaving his brother tumbling behind him.

Gordon called his name several times, but Alan made it back to his cockpit way ahead of him. He was poking at the transmitter controls as Gordon finally caught up, pinwheeling through the hatch.

“Thunderbird Three to Tracy Island.”

“Alan, no, please don’t.” A hand landed on Alan’s shoulder.

Alan frowned up at his fish brother.

“Tracy Island to Thunderbird Three, how are the two of you doing?” Scott’s hologram hovered above the dash and a wave of reassurance washed over Alan.

Scott was safety. Even several million kilometres away.

The hand on Alan’s shoulder gripped tighter.

“Just checking in. Three is cruising. Ion engines working like a dream.” He looked up at Gordon and frowned. There was so much pleading in his brother’s eyes, Alan’s throat knotted up for a moment. What the hell? “Uh, is Virg back from Venezuela yet?”

“No.” Scott’s posture shifted. “He’s had to take the long way round. There are now three cyclones across the Pacific.”

“Three? Is he okay?”

“He’s fine. A little grumpy perhaps. Tell Gordon he forgot to restock Two’s coffee supplies.”

“Oh, crap.”

“I heard that, Fish. You’re lucky you’re on the other side of the solar system.”

“Tell him I’ll buy him extra when I get back.”

“You can buy me some of that apple pie from Darcy’s. I’m the one who has to face him.”

“Ugh, sorry.”

“Apple pie, Fish. Lots of it. With fresh cream.”

Alan was grinning.

“Fine. FAB. Can do. Thunderbird Three out.” He reached over and killed the connection.

“You’re toast, Fishboy.”

“Shut up.” He pushed off, heading towards his co-pilot chair.

“So what’s with the big secret?”

Gordon didn’t look at him. “What secret?”

“You were terrified I was going to tell on you.”

His brother didn’t answer as he slid into his seat.

“Gordon, what’s wrong.”

He sighed and looked away a moment. “You can’t tell Scott. You can’t tell anyone.”

“Tell them what? That you squawked?”

“I’m serious, Alan.” His brother turned to face him, eyes earnest and determined.

What the hell?

“Okay.” A blink. “Why not?”

“You promise?”

Alan stared at Gordon…and held up a hand. “I promise. Tracy’s honour.” He frowned. “Now tell me what’s wrong?”

Gordon sagged in his seat…or as much as he could in zero gravity...and stared at the dash. “I told Scott I could handle it and I can. It’s just…took me by surprise, okay?”

“What?”

Gordon sighed. “I have a thing.”

“I repeat, what?”

“I’m fine. I can fly, I can sail, I can drive, it’s not a problem really.”

“Gordon, you’re not making sense.”

“It’s stupid.”

“It doesn’t sound it. I haven’t seen you babble like this since Miss Kent thanked you for saving her life.”

“Huh? Oh.” He waved a hand as if to dismiss the blushing and stammering because their school teacher kissed him on the cheek. “Nothing to do with that.”

“Gordon…”

His brother held up both his hands. “It’s speed, okay? I’m a bit funky with acceleration.”

“Funky.”

“Funky. I told Scott I was over it.”

“Over it.”

“What? You turning into a parrot? I have a thing with speed. I was going kinda fast when the hydrofoil…you know. That.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. Took me a bit to get my legs back under me.”

Apparently in more ways than one.

“So you don’t like going fast?”

“Sometimes.”

“But you’re okay?” That dread at the bottom of his stomach that had blossomed into life that horrible day just over two years ago when Gordon nearly died in the hydrofoil crash. It had swelled and retreated so many times as his brother slowly recovered. He hadn’t felt it flutter in a while.

It was not a welcome return.

“I’m okay, Allie. I just don’t want to worry Scott. Or Virgil. Or Grandma. Or John. Or anyone really. So don’t tell anybody.” He looked down at his hands. “They’ve worried enough.”

“But-“

“I’m okay, Allie, I promise.” His brother’s eyes bored a hole into Alan’s forehead. “It’s under control.”

“Is that why you don’t fly very often?”

Gordon rolled his eyes. “God, no, the Tank is just a control freak.”

Alan looked down at his controls. They were travelling ever so fast. “That’s why you don’t like space.”

A shrug. “Maybe. Mostly because it’s boring and there’s no fish.”

Alan narrowed his eyes. “So you’d be happy if we discovered a space whale?”

“Sounds good to me.” Gordon nodded with a satisfied smile. “And a nice little astro-octopus for extra entertainment. We could call him ‘Bob’.”

Alan stared at his brother. “I won’t tell anyone, Gordy. I promise.”

“Thanks.”

There was silence after that.

At least a good five minutes before Gordon flicked up the next episode of Buddy and Ellie.

A sigh and Alan settled back into his seat. It was going to be a long trip.

But at least Gordon had a distraction.

-o-o-o-

Part 5

[reigningqueenofwords]

Glitter

Part 4 of Dad’s Back

You were absolutely livid when John talked to you about staying with Ellen. Yes, you loved Ellen, and had a lot of fun with Jo, but you loved being with your father and brothers more! John tried to appeal to you, pointing out that you could make friends, go to a dance class, no more traveling a lot, etc. If looks could kill, your glare would have dropped John dead. Finally, he ended up making you a deal. You would try to stay with Ellen, and if you didn’t like it come Christmas time, you could leave with John and the boys. You’d caved, agreeing to at leas that. 

You started kindergarten in August, along with dance lessons. You didn’t mind school so much, but loved those dance lessons. John made sure that you had anything you needed for it, wiring Ellen money when he could. Two months later, you had your first dance recital. There was no way the three Winchester men would miss it. They arrived two days before, and you’d squealed when you saw them. It was a Halloween themed recital, and you couldn’t wait for them to see your costume. 

John watched you dance, beaming with pride. You seemed to flourish at Ellen’s, and while he missed you like crazy…it was worth it. “Daddy!” You ran to him after you’d changed backstage, letting him scoop you up. 

“You were great, princess!” He beamed. “I’m glad you’re liking your dance classes.” 

“Y/N/N is a natural.” Your dance teacher came over. “She picks things up extremely quickly.” 

“She’s a smart one.” Dean grinned. 

“That’s Dean.” You told her. “And that’s Sammy.” You pointed, as she had met John, but not the boys. 

She smiled. “So these are the famous big brothers.” She chuckled as they looked a tad bashful. “She speaks very fondly of both of you.”

Instead of going off with John and the boys the following summer as planned, you’d stayed with Ellen. You were taking dance classes two days a week, and then gymnastics one day a week. You didn’t want to get behind. John understood, but had been looking forward to having you around for a couple months. 

When it came time for a gymnastics competition right before school started, you were confused to see only John and Dean. “Where’s Sammy?” You asked, worried. “Did something happen?” 

John crouched. “We got into a fight, princess.” He explained. “He left. He’s in California for college.” He refused to repeat what he’d told his son, not wanting that on your shoulders.

“He won’t get to see my first competition?” You asked sadly. “I was so excited!” The last time you’d seen him was for your 6th birthday.

Dean could tell you were getting upset. “Hey, Jo told me you got some new nail polish. Wanna show me? I’ll even let you do my nails.” He tried. 

You still looked extremely disappointed that Sammy wasn’t there, and John felt guilty. “Me, too.” He offered, making Dean look surprised. “Anything for Y/N/N.” He tapped your nose. 

“K.” You agreed. While it didn’t make up for Sam missing your competition, you were looking forward painting their nails. “Ellen and Jo let me practice on them.” You weren’t the best at it, but you enjoyed it anyway. “I’ll go get my nail polish!” You told them before taking off to your room. 

They left three days after your competition, nails still painted. Dean’s were blue with glitter, and John’s were multi-colored (blue, purple, pink, and orange). “I’m surprised you didn’t ask Ellen for nail polish remover.” Dean noted. 

“Neither did you.” John pointed out, smirking. 

“Hey, she did a good job.” Dean looked at his hands. “And she had a blast. Who knows if we’ll be out here to see her in a couple weeks, or a couple months. This way she’s kind of with us.” He said fondly. “I’m glad that she liked things enough to stay here.” 

John nodded. “I am, too.” He agreed. “I’m terrified about when the other shoe falls. She’s been here, living a normal life, for a year. You never got that. You got months. I’m scared I’ll get a call in the middle of the night that something happened.” 

“I get it.” He felt the same way. “At least she’ll have at least a year of not worrying about traveling, and seeing us come back to motel rooms all beat up.” That was something in his mind. 

Tagging: @ilovetaquitosmmmm

[mephinomaly]

[TL] The Joys of Cooking - Adonis Otogari 4*

Character(s): Adonis Otogari, Tetora Nagumo, Izumi Sena, Yuzuru Fushimi

Summary: Adonis wants Tetora to eat nutritious food so offers to cook for him. Izumi and Yuzuru turn up and Adonis is eager to make sure Izumi is eating enough.

Season: Winter

Location: Dorm Kitchen

Tetora: Ah, Otogari-senpai! What’s up?

Crazy to see you here~. Are you cooking at the moment?

Adonis: Yes. If I cook for myself I can eat as much meat as I’d like. What are you up to?

Tetora: Me? I was feeling a little bit hungry so I was just gonna grab some instant ramen~

Adonis: Instant ramen…? It’s easy to make but I’m concerned about how nutritious it is.

I’ll make you a portion. You’re a growing boy, so you should eat meat too.

Tetora: Oh wait, is that alright? Thanks man!

I couldn’t just stand around and watch, so lemme help you out.

I’ll do whatever you need me to do~♪ I’m a bit clumsy so last time I blew up the oven but I just like to do it a little different to everyone else…☆

Adonis: You’ve blown up an oven before? That seems like it requires skill.

Izumi: Oh? Nagumo and Otogari. What are you do— well, you’re in the kitchen so you’re obviously cooking.

What are you making? Ah, is that shogayaki?[1]

Adonis: We haven’t decided yet but why do you say that?

…Oh, like from that cooking contest we took part in?

Izumi: That’s the one. The one where people who thought they were good at cooking entered.

You were just making food that you dip in sauce but somehow made it into such a big problem, remember? You realise how much of a mess you made, don’t you Nagumo? [2]

Tetora: Uhuh! Everything turned out fine in the end though.

(Whispering) But then it was Sena-senpai who got involved first, right…?

Izumi: What did you say?

Tetora: No, nothing!

Yuzuru: Apologies for making you wait, Sena-sama. I’ve brought the ingredients with me…oya?

Adonis: Fushimi? Are you cooking as well?

Hm… That box only contains vegetables.

Izumi: I want to make a dish that's simultaneously low calorie yet highly nutritious, tastes good, and is good for your skin. Vegetables are the starting point.

Yuzuru: Sena-sama is doing this for his body, however I am learning how to cook with Niki’s Kitchen for the Young Master.

They’ve hit it off as they both believed that if they shared their ideas, they could come up with the ultimate nutritional food.

Well then, shall we begin Sena-sama? I look forward to working with you.

Tetora: Oo, I’ve never seen so many vegetables before…

They look like they’re really putting their whole body into this. We can’t let them win!

…Otogari-senpai? What’s with that face?

Adonis: ...They’re not planning on just eating vegetables, are they?

Meat has just as many nutrients as vegetables do. I wish they’d have some…

Tetora: That would be good~...

If you still don’t know what to make, why don’t you make a dish that the both of them will eat?

Like, dishes that have a lot of meat and vegetables!

Adonis: Ah… Of course, what a good idea.

But my knowledge of cooking is limited as we don’t have a recipe. All I know is how to skewer, fry, and boil things in a pot.

Unlike those two, I do not have the smarts to come up with my own ideas. Should we go to the library and borrow a cookbook?

Tetora: Or we can just look it up on our phones? Lemme see…

Ah, I’ve thought of something! Bend down, lemme whisper it to you…

Adonis: Fumu. That sounds like a plan.

—Sena-senpai, Fushimi. We have something we’d like to say.

If you are still unsure on what you are cooking exactly, would you perhaps like to cook with us?

Time: A short time later

Tetora: Woa. It’s bubbling like some sort of hellish cauldron~

Adonis: Oh, have you been to hell before, Nagumo?

Tetora: I haven’t actually, I’m just making a guess!

Izumi: I was considering a lot of different dishes, but I ended up not having mizutaki.[3]

Yuzuru: Fufu. It’s not surprising, and this is perfect for the cold weather.

Adonis: Umu. Warming up your body increases your basal metabolism therefore you burn more calories. That means you can eat more boiled vegetables than usual.

Better yet, the chicken is delicious. It’s the joy of cooking that is able to satisfy us all.

Nagumo, you are well-acquainted with mizutaki.

Tetora: It reminded me of what Taishou came up with at the heart and soul training camp. Eating a lot of vegetables and meat is pretty popular at our club activities too ☆

Adonis: Really? I shall have to thank Kiryu-senpai later on.

…Hm? It seems that Sena-senpai has only been eating the vegetables.

Izumi: I’m eating more than just vegetables. I’ve got soup too.

Adonis: Soup is a drink.

Whilst it is true that soup made from boiling meat is beneficial to your skin, if you do not eat the amino acids contained in the meat itself the benefits are not as potent as you'd think.

Izumi: Jesus dude, you know a lot.

Adonis: I like meat. There must be something you like that you know a lot about?

Izumi: I guess. I know about my beloved Yuu-kun in detail.

Adonis: Umu. Therefore you should eat some meat.

Izumi: You say "therefore" as if those two statements are related.

Whatever, I get it. If you’re gonna reach that far, I’ll try a bit.

…Hm, it’s nice.

Adonis: Fufu, I’m glad.

After all, meat is good. It makes people smile.

Alright then Sena-senpai, I’ll give you the biggest piece.

Izumi: Wait, you’re being so considerate.

Yuzuru: Fufu. Seems you’re the hotpot boss now, hm?

Adonis: Hotpot boss? I don’t really get it, but it sounds like a title that would come up in a period drama. I like it.[4]

From today I’m the hotpot boss…♪

pork fried with ginger

reference to the story Cooking where theres a cooking contest and anzu and sena partner up and adonis and tetora partner up. They're making shogayaki and tetora burns the meat like four times and it takes adonis and kuro physically standing in the way to stop him from turning up the heat lol

food like vegetables n meat boiled in PLAIN, UNSALTED, NO SEASONING water

the word used is 鍋奉行 which is a playful way of just saying the guy who somewhat bossily takes charge of the food at a hotpot. The last two characters are bugyou which means a “shogunate administrator​” which is why adonis says that