#I'm just saying he clearly happy where he is he doesn't care about climbing the ranks he just wanted to be like his dad and make him proud

[smol-tired-binch-blog]

Kazama please don't give this man his own family he looks like he's gonna cry at the thought of conning civilians

[luveline]

hi jade! :) i wanted to potentially request anything with poly!marauders x reader? maybe winter themed since its december now?

you write remus, james, & sirius x reader so well that i started reading fanfic for them because of you! i love your style, keep it up lovely! <3 sending you all my love

thank you, ily!! ♡ fem!reader

James’ car idles outside of your work. 

You rush down the frosted steps despite the danger, and open the passenger door with a, “Hello,” that can't be dimmed. You could not be happier to see him in his dark-haired, light-eyed glory. Your hands shake at the sight of him alone. 

“Hello,” he says keenly. 

You climb across the handbrake to kiss him. He takes your face into two big hands, expectant, waiting for you and twice as eager. “Oh, shit, I missed you,” you say, smashed into his lips and leaning further still, “Did you have a good time? Did–” 

James rubs your cheek with his thumb, silently asking for you to slow down, and kisses you again. His lips are soft as anything, his hands a little less so, rough of his palms sliding up your cheeks to just behind your ears. He's quick and rather aggressive about it considering you're only a couple of yards from your place of work, but you don't care. 

Clearly, he missed you too. 

James breaks the kiss to hug you to him, nosing at the side of your head as he says, “I missed you too. And I had a great time. Next year, you'll come with me.” 

Your heart skips at the thought. Going home with James to visit his parents would be a dream, if only so you don't have to miss him for three weeks at a time. 

He gives you a last quick kiss and drives you home. With his suitcase still in the car and his rucksack in the footwell, you realise he's picked you up before going home, and you rub it in Sirius’ face as soon as you can. 

“He picked me,” you say, climbing out of the car, cheeks flush with the heat of having James’ hand on your thighs the entire way home. 

Sirius doesn't seem too bothered. Remus worms around him, doesn't even wait for James to get out of the car, ducking in for an awkwardly skewed but achingly affectionate hug. It's not like Remus to show his emotions in any way that could be held against him, but it's clear he trusts the three of you to never do such a thing. You wouldn't. 

“You okay?” James asks him quietly. You nearly miss it, apprehended and forced into a headlock by Sirius Black and his bad attitude. 

“No more holidays,” Remus says. 

“You look handsome anyways,” James says, “what's that about? Thriving in my absence or something?” 

Remus flushes at the suggestion —you can see it, having breathlessly escaped Sirius' cruel grasp to stand watching their reunion. He mumbles a denial and burrows deeper into James’ arms. 

Sirius is much less emotional than you or Remus, but he's in a good mood. You can tell, tucked under his happy touch. (You weren't rubbing it in that James picked you up first to be cruel, the opposite —you and Sirius love to argue. And the cool, mildly intimidating stare down thing he does gives you chills, so that's a bonus.) 

“Alright!” James says, hand on Remus’ shoulder, rucksack on his arm as he shuts and locks the driver's side door. “Let's see how you idiots have done with the decorations.” 

“Not nice,” you say. 

“But accurate,” Sirius says. 

The truth is that without James’ direction, the Christmas decorations have barely been put up. You had the common sense to erect the Christmas tree and it’s adorned with carefully draped tinsel and polished baubles, but the rest of the home is lacklustre, to say the least. You've no stockings for the electric fire, no banners, no foiled hangings or silver trappings. 

“Jesus,” James says, dropping his rucksack on the sofa. “This is sad. Where's the wooden bits? My white wooden Christmas tree? Absolutely minimal effort. I'm appalled.” 

You and Remus look at one another and shrug. “We searched. Pulled out the airing cupboard and everything, it took ages, and we still didn't find them.” 

“That's because it's up in the attic,” James says, chuckling to himself. “Idiots. Where's the stepladder?” 

And this is where Sirius’ love rears its head, his arms wrapped around James’ legs as he climbs the ladder positioned dangerously on the landing by the open stairwell. “You can't be real,” James says, swaying dangerously as he pokes around up there with a torch. “You're worried about me? You were on the roof of the shed a month ago—” 

“To get a fucking football for next door–” 

“Oh, fuck this,” James says with a sigh. Before any of you can stop him, he's leveraging himself into the attic using his upper body strength. 

You cross your arms over your chest with a smile. “That was fit.” 

“Right?” Remus murmurs. 

“Where's the fucking– Ah-hah! Alright, sweethearts, one of you come and grab this from me.” 

Sirius looks up at the creaking attic above, frowning, his eyes narrowed. “I don't trust the floor.” 

“Siri, just come and get them.” 

You build a procession line and slowly unearth the three boxes of Christmas decorations, and a box of festive linens. Sirius helps James safely down onto stable footing, while you and Remus ferry the decorations downstairs. James is the Christmas nut of the lot of you, but Remus likes what James likes, especially now he's been missing him, and so they set about decorating your home while you and Sirius argue over who's making what for dinner. James’ favourite, since he's been away so long, you argue. Pizza, Sirius decides. “Look at the state of him. You know he goes home and Euphemia spoils him half to death.” 

“Fully to death,” James says, dotting a kiss into your cheek as he passes with a sheet of snowflake window stickers. “But I was revived.” 

Sirius kisses your other cheek, and Remus shouts for you to come and see the lights, lovely!

It's nice to have everyone home. 

[reticent-writer]

hellooooo

i was wondering if you could do rengoku headcanons where the reader (gn and child, age 4-7) is kinda like giyu (quiet, doesn't talk much, introvert, etc) but extremely clingy and doesn't know how to talk to people other than rengoku?

(plus meeting giyu if possible, making him the readers second dad maybe)

ofc you dont have too :3

love your writings!!

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ thank you ❤

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"Y/n it's time to wake up." Rengoku gently shook you awake with the quietest voice he could muster.

You started to stir as he picked you up and brought you to the common room for breakfast.

Half awake, you tried to not fall face first into your food.

"Kyojuro that child of ours clearly isn't ready for the day." Your grandfather said as he sat you on his lap to feed you.

Contrary to popular belief shinjuro is soft when it comes to you.

"Sorry father I should've woken them up sooner." He said with the widest grin he could muster. Seeing his father handle his child with such care was enough to make his heart burst.

"Yeah you should have."

You are your father were going to a get together at tengens house. You didn't know weather to be excited or nervous.

Walking up to the estate you hide behind your fathers leg as he goes up to tengen.

"Ah Rengoku so glad you could make it and who might this little one be." Tengen knelt down to your height as your father stepped out from in front you.

You looked up at rengoku expecting him to say something but instead he urged you to.

"Hi, my name is Y/n." You said so quickly and quietly that he could barely hear you, even with him being the sound hashira.

"Nice to meet you Y/n. I'm the flamboyant sound hashira, tengen Uzui." He introduced himself as his wives came behind him and did the same.

"I'm hinasturu, his wife."

"Makio, is second wife."

"I'm Suma, his last wife."

It was clear that you had no idea how to respond and it was only making you more nervous.

Thank goodness Rengoku's eyes we're still functional as he noticed your worried face and picked you up to meet the others.

"Good job little one. You did just as we practiced, I'm so proud of you."

He ruffled your hair as you giggled.

"Both child and father souls as pure as snow." gyomei praised the both of you as you approached.

"Thank you gyomei. It is nice to see you on this fine day."

"Hello." You smiled not knowing that he couldn't see.

After a brief conversation that you weren't paying attention to your father moved on to another group of people.

You recognized two of them. Shinobu and mitsuri but there were three men you didn't know.

"Ah the happy family, how are you both." Shinobu say and rengoku handed you off to her.

You didn't mind.

'We are doing fine. I thought today was a great day for all of you to meet my child."

You waved as they all said there hellos.

You were never one for talking especially when it's people you don't know so you quietly listened until shinobu but you down and let your roam.

You were starting to get hungry and spotted a table with all kinds of food. But you were interested in the onigiri and sweet potatoes.

Walking up to the table you realize it's much higher than you expected but you weren't going to give up when you were so close to what you wanted.

You tried climbing. Fail.

You tried pulled on the cloth. Fail

You were about to stack things to reach before you were stopped but the water hashira.

"Do you want some food. " he said.

You nodded and pointed to onigiri and sweet potatoes which he provided. He got some for himself too.

"Your rengoku's kid right." He said.

You nodded.

"I'm giyuu tomioka. Nice to meet you."

"Nice too meet you too."

The both of ate in silence. But it wasn't awkward. You felt like you can talk about anything with him, and so you did.

The rest of the day you spent around giyuu he answered any question you had about anything.

He reminded you of your dad. So kind.

"Y/N IT'S TIME TO GO." Rengoku called.

You turned to giyuu and tanked him as you ran off to go home.

.

That night you wouldn't stop talking about the great day you had.

Rengoku was glad that you were getting out of your comfort zone and talking to new people.

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[sauronsgirl]

Wanting You

Tangerine x F!Reader

Warning: smut 18+

This is a really bad idea. And a stupid one. Stealing the case from the Twins. But you have no choice. They have your boyfriend; who doesn't know that you're an assassin. You have twenty four hours to steal it on the train then get off at Nagoya. Once you're there, someone will be waiting for you.

You’ve known the Twins for years, you've worked with them a couple of times. Lemon is a deadly sweetheart and Tangerine is hard, strict. But extremely hot. You always had a thing for him, but he doesn't know. It was during a mission with them that you've met your boyfriend. A charming civil man, who works as a Real estate agent.

You are dating for a year now and you're happy. You have a few contracts but you manage to hide them from him. The man really loves you and would freak out it he finds out your real job. Well that was before he was kidnapped. They must have told him by now. Your boyfriend didn't deserve what is happening so you will retrieve the case, save him then once he is safe you will go. Your relationship will not be the same.

You climb aboard the train, being careful to not be seen by the Twins. You wait for the train to leave then go search for the case. You saw where they are sitted so it’s easy to stay out of view. You start by the luggage wagon. After a minute you find it and raise an eyebrow. It has to be Lemon who hide the case because it was too easy to find.

You take the case and go sit in the first class wagon. Now you have to wait three more stations while not being caught by the Twins. They would never forgive you for messing up their mission. Because it’s the reason why they’re on this train. You did your research on your way.

It all goes well until one station before Nagoya. Tangerine enters the wagon you’re in, swearing profusely.Shit. They had notice the missing case and clearly he is looking for it. He absolutely must not see you. You turn your head against the window with your hair down, hiding your face and pretending to be asleep as he walks down the aisle. You hear him talk to a girl before he’s leaving the wagon frustrated.

You relax a bit. It was a close call. When you reach Nagoya, you get up your seat and leave the wagon to exit the train. As you’re about to exit, a strong suited arm pulls you back inside. You curse and turn to escape the man, only for your eyes to widen in panic as you see it's Tangerine. Fuck.

-Hello love. I'm sorry to hold you back but it seems you have something that belongs to me. Just give it back and you can go to wherever the fuck you are going. says Tangerine firmly.

He really doesn't want to hurt you. It shows in his eyes and tone.

Any other day you would have obey but not now. You don’t have the time, so you kick him between his legs. He let's you go with a groan of pain. You manage just in time to jump on the train. You mouth a “sorry ” before turning away as the train leave.

You receive a text saying that a man is waiting for you at the exit of the station and to follow him. So that’s what you did and two hours later, the deal is done and you’re on your way back to the hotel with your boyfriend who’s unharmed but terribly quiet. And you can’t blame him. Once you are back into your hotel room, it’s when your boyfriend speaks.

-So who are you really? he says coldly.

You flinch at his tone but chose to tell him the truth.

-My name is real. The only thing I’ve lied about is my job. I’m a professional assassin. I don’t only do kills, I steal importants things, spy in people… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I’m happy with you and didn’t want you to know about this dark side of me. I love you. you say full of regrets.

-Do you really? You’re a killer, a thief, a liar. And not to mention the fact that you dream about another man. Are you cheating on me too?

You don’t say anything. He has the right to be angry. Although you didn’t think he would discover your attraction for another man…

-You don’t even say anything. You know what? We’re done. I don’t want to ever see you again. I don’t need a murderer in my life. I won’t tell the police about you. Consider this a parting gift. he says looking at you coldly before leaving.

You stare at the door for a minute before turning and sit on the bed. You don’t know how you feel. On one hand you’re sad that your relationship has ended this way and on the other one you’re relieved. You liked him very much but you were tired to live in a lie. At least now nothing will ever happen to him again.

You spend the next couple of days in Nagoya, looking for a safe place to live, since you were living with your ex. With the amount of money that you have, it wasn’t hard to find something. A small villa in France, in a little and peaceful villagw. Perfect to lay low, exactly what you intend to do. For a while at least. Then maybe you’ll get some contracts again.

A week later and you are in your new home. It’s luxurious but not too much. The best thing about this place is that you have a private beach that leads to a beautiful lake. You put on a revealing navy blue bikini, take sunscreen, a towel then go outside to lay on a day bed to enjoy the sun.

An hour later, your eyes are closed. You feel the mattress sinks next to you so you open your eyes and gasp as you see Tangerine smirking at you. You sit up quickly and look at him shocked. You thought you were careful and didn’t leave any traces. Also, he is not wearing his usual suit. Instead he wears dark blue shorts with a white t-shirt that fits him really well.

-What the fuck? How did you find me and why are you here? you finally manage to say.

-It wasn’t easy. Had to bribe a few people and looked into your hotel room. We found a picture of France then eliminate all the place possible until this one. As for why I’m here, it’s because I have missed you and wanted to tell you that I forgive you for the briefcase. Our mission was already a mess anyway. says Tangerine.

-Oh Tan…I’ve missed you too and I’m still sorry. you say with a small sad smile.

-It’s alright love. Now where’s that boyfriend of yours?

-Gone. He broke up with me two weeks ago and I think it’s for the better. Our lives weren’t compatible anymore. you answer.

-Good so he won’t be there to stop me from doing this.

You don’t have time to ask what he means because Tangerine brings his mouth to yours. You kiss him back without hesitation. It’s better than all of your dreams. One thing leading to another, you soon find yourself naked on top of him, riding him slowly but passionately. Tangerine has his arms around your waist, holding you close to him. You breathe heavily against each other’s mouths. It feels so good and intimate, even if you are outside.

-That’s it love. Ride me nice and slow. Fuck your cunt is perfect… moans Tangerine.

-Your cock is so big… It’s so deep… you reply sighing with pleasure.

He groans at your dirty words then starts thrusting his hips up matching the pace you had settled. You moan in pleasure, throwing your head back. No one can see or hear you, it’s a private property. So you don’t hold back your noises. Tangerine can feel your orgasm approaching so he rolls you onto your back and moves hard and fast.

You grips his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist, your breasts bouncing with the strenght of his thrusts. Tangerine takes one of your nipple in his mouth, suck on it and you come with a shout of his name. Your pussy clench hard around him and it triggers his release. Tangerine comes inside of you with a groan and the sound is so hot you think you could come again.

He holds himself above you with one hand, trying to catch his breath. You are a mess, face red and all sweaty but completely satisfied. Tangerine smiles, then kisses you sweetly before pulling out and laying at your side. You cuddle against him, not caring about your mixed releases between your legs for now.

-That was incredible. The best sex I’ve ever had. I’ve missed you so much Tan. you say smiling.

-It was the best for me too love and I’ve missed you too. he replies smiling.

-What now? Do you want to say or you’re going to leave? And what about Lemon? Where is he by the way?

Tangerine chuckles and you blush. You really don’t want him to leave.

-You ask a lot of questions for someone who’s just been fucked. Don’t worry I’m not going anywhere. As for my brother, he is at a hotel outside of this village. I’ve asked him to stay behind because I wanted to talk to you alone. I will call him later. For now, I really love to be alone with you. says Tangerine while playing with your hair.

You smile relieved and move to kiss him tenderly. God you love this man. But you will not tell him yet. Tangerine hold your head in plage as he kisses you back. You whimper as you feel him hard again.

-Do you want to go inside? We could make real use of my new furnitures… you ask smirking.

-With pleasure darling. he replies smirking as he picks you up making you laugh at his eagerness.

For the rest of the day and night, you had sex on every surface and furnitures inside your house. The next morning you are sore and hungry, but it definitively worth it. You are finally with the man you’ve wanted for years.

Another fic about Tangerine :) love him so much ❤️

Tags: @tangerineboss @pretty-little-mind33

[respectthepetty]

Addicted Heroin (Th) Cut Scenes and Colors - Episode 4

I'm reporting on the missing scenes from YouTube's version of Addicted Heroin [episode: one, two, three], but let me state before I share episode four's missing scene -

WATCH THE UNEDITED VERSION!

I don't care how you get it, but you need to watch that version because the edited version is missing entire chunks of relationship development, and I cannot make sense of why or how the company decided to cut these moments.

Now . . .

First cut scene:

After Pop sprains his ankle, and Hero takes him home, Hero spends the night again. They are wearing the same color and sleeping on Green Guy Pop's green bed. Hero wakes up in the middle of the night, not because Pop is snuggled up to him, but because Pop's foot isn't elevated.

So like the Blue Boy he is, he gets up, adjusts Pop, elevates his foot, and lays back down.

Second cut scene:

The next day, Hero and Pop walk into class with Hero trying to get Pop to rest his sprained foot on his foot so Hero can walk for both of them. It's a ridiculous idea, but Tiger is in the classroom sitting next to Pink Person's Only's pink bottle, package, and pencil case, which tracks because even Only's shoelaces are pink.

Pop tells Hero to apologize to Tiger for yelling at him the previous day and when Hero argues back, Pop plainly tells him if he doesn't, he won't be allowed to "climb him into bed tonight." Tiger is confused but Hero gets the message!

He apologizes to Yellow Yal Tiger, but it comes across as a threat as he tells Tiger to forgive, right now(!), and I noticed that Tiger's pencil case is a yellow car while Hero is basically physically holding Tiger in place so he doesn't run away.

Third cut scene:

When Hero goes to speak to the leaders, he speaks much longer to them and outlines the issues: 1) his aunt is being bullied, so the leader states she will have a booth in a building now, 2) his uncle was not paid, so the leader says that is a private matter since the uncle worked for a private company but they'll get him his money, so 3) Hero says if he worked for the government, that wouldn't be a problem, so the leader says they magically have an open position, and 4) the road to Pop's house is awfully dark, so the leader says it will be lit up like a festival by the next day.

They give him the beautiful basket and send him on his way as they freak out about all they just promised him.

Fourth cut scene:

Once all the changes start to happen, Pop catches on quickly that Hero has done something to make it happen, so Hero immediately owns up to it, and tells Pop he pulled some strings based on his name and connections.

Pop says even though he wants to be upset and feels like it's cheating, he is happy for his dad, and knows that his grandma and dad love Hero anyway, so they wouldn't be upset either. Then, HERO ASKS IF POP LOVES HIM TOO!

Pop calmly responds that Hero is basically a stray dog that he has taken in for good karma and walks away.

Fifth cut scene:

Hero's friends, Spark and Panther, come to visit for Spark's birthday, so Hero asks Pop where the best place in town is so he can take them. It's a small-town karaoke bar which means it's far from the places these rich boys usually visit, and they clearly don't like it. They go as far as making fun of Pop's name calling him Pop-Eye and Poppy which Hero quickly puts a stop to it.

Spark brought alcohol that his father got oversees, so they get drunk from it. Pop is drinking soda instead, so Hero takes his blue cup and drinks from it prompting Spark to question Pop about how close he is with Hero since Hero never allows anyone to share his drinks or touch him.

Pop realizes that Hero's story of "friends giving a helping hand" was a lie since when Spark tried touching Hero, Hero immediately got upset and threw Spark's hand off of him.

Sixth cut scene:

Hero is drunk, or at least says he is, so Green Guy Pop takes him back to his house, and Hero is clingy believing they'll be snuggled up in Pops' green bed any second now as usual.

But BAM! There are two color-coded beds in the room! Pop's green one is still there, but right next to it is Hero's new blue bed, which Pop's dad brought him as a thank you for the job.

Hero is not pleased about this development and wants to sleep in Pop's bed with him. He tries making a case for himself by saying that it's winter and Pop will get cold. Pop tells him he actually gets very hot at night with Hero next to him. Hero then says that Pop likes to snuggle him (which is true), but Pop throws out that he knows the "friends' helping hand" story is fake!

Pop says he'll go sleep with his dad since Hero won't stop pestering him, so Hero finally says he'll sleep on his own color-coded bed and stops begging Pop.

Seventh cut scene:

After Pop and Hero realize their parents are married to each other and they are now step-brothers, they go through a color-coded journey (which was in the edited version), but I need to point out that Pop is sitting on Hero's bed rather than his own!

But Pop is skipping school and his responsibilities because of it, and Only is concerned. During their morning assembly, Only questions his "Kitty" (which is what he calls Tiger and Hero has started this as well). Tiger doesn't know anything and is annoyed Only is bothering him about this because he thinks if Pop wanted to tell them, he would have, so they just need to mind their business.

Hero tells Only to tell Pop that Hero won't be at school the next day, so Pop can come back then he leaves the assembly. Only is confused, but convinces Tiger that they need to visit Pop now that they have to deliver this super important message. Tiger is even more annoyed.

Eighth cut scene:

The boys ride on Tiger's yellow bike to Pop's house to delivery the super important message and comment on how romantic this ride is like a scene from a love movie.

Then they hit another bump, so Only grabs Tiger too tight and Tiger is, once again, annoyed. (I LOVE THEM!)

Ninth cut scene:

The boys arrive at Green Guy Pop's house, and Only jumps into the questions that need answers, like 1) how close is Pop to Hero since they are alternating days to attend school, 2) did they have an argument, 3) why are there two beds, 4) does Pop have a sibling they don't know about, and 5) what the fuck is going on. Tiger is upset because Only is being nosy and tells him to mind his own business, but they argue because Only tells Tiger he clearly doesn't know as much as Tiger (a snarky comment about Tiger being smart) and states that the Pink Sand Duo (which I think are girls from his Only Fans) overheard Hero speaking to the principal about transferring schools.

Pop looks down at his and Hero's pink notebook of love writing exercises and becomes instantly sad.

Bonus scene:

Because if you are watching the unedited version, you deserve a spoiler.

This scene was in the show with Pop walking back home with his green socks/shoes, but the shirt he gets snatched in is the same shirt he is wearing in the trailer when he is tied up.

AKA HERO'S DUMB ASS IS JUST LIKE HIS DAD AND KIDNAPPED POP!

[f1amboyant]

I'm not gonna say that I've been plotting this AU instead of working this morning but that's exactly what I'm doing, thinking about my comfort emotionally constipated soulmates. Honestly I feel like Carlos would really be happy to romance even if he wasn't Charles' soulmate, boy is he smitten with his little green eye teammate that looks at him like he created aerodynamics, he never had a chance. I am also 100% sure Ferrari would exploit it like the money hungry pr vultures they are but anyway, this is the direct following of the last ask:

Charles knows it is unfair and stupid to be upset about Carlos finding a new soulmate in his new teammate but he had to endure all the summer break reading James Vowles' words about Carlos and he was jealous and triggered that someone would dared to talk like that about him, like he wanted to climb inside him; it made him a little insecure that James would predicate his love for Carlos and STEAL him away from Charles.

So in Charles opinion he had a perfectly acceptable reaction on a Thursday morning in their motorhome after not seeing his soulmate for weeks and him dropping a bomb like that and that is climb into his lap (Carlos allows it even though he had to maneuver his coffee cup), breaking up in tears and babbling about how this is so unfair and he loves him more than anyone in Williams ever could and complaining about his soul hurting since February and something about setting Fred's room on fire... Carlos lets him get all out, a little stunned and petting Charles' back from the back of his neck to the swell of his ass before settling on his waist, over where he knows his mark is and his other hand scratching his head, coffee cup abandoned on the floor. If someone would had entered the room they would've seen them like that, folded into each other, meters of skin touching, fitting like a puzzle, filling each other's gaps and in such intimate conversation, whispering their yearnings into each ears, painful to watch such a beautiful image. After a while Carlos decides to move the conversation forward and helps Charles move out of his lap bc this is a serious situation and he can't think clearly when he has the weight of his literal soul on top of him and he rather have the talk before his dick decides to move the conversation to another direction 👀

Their love confessions are raw, no more pretty words and metaphors, just pure feelings and stories of yearning, pain; Carlos says he can always feel Charles around like a missing limb and Charles' recalls how he thought he was having a stroke after the Lewis news broke out, how he thought his heart was stopping. They both rip themselves opened for the other to see and Charles is sure that if you cut him open at this mark, not only his skin, but his flesh, bones and organs would be stained gold and for a second he wished he could move his mark from Carlos' shoulder to his throat or his lips so everyone would see it, so there wasn't any doubt that Carlos is his and his only, that even though Carlos was full of color and love for the world, his skin a canvas and his body a museum, his heart only belongs to Charles.

Their first kiss is soft and warm, interwoven with each other, Charles' legs over his lap and his head cushioned on his shoulder, hand over his heart, Carlos' hands still on his mark and his hair, keeping him close and wondering what's next, bc for starters they should be on their way to do their press work but how do you go out after ripping your own soul in half and sew it inside someone else? Charles really doesn't want to move and Carlos has to coax him with sweets "mi alma" and "mi corazón" and promises of a evening alone in his room getting to know every corner of their bodies and souls 🫣🫣🫣

Charles is not above asking for a bj (he doesn't even care what way it goes) and being a menace tbh. He is also gonna be a little shit every time he passes James Vowles bc honestly, f him.

I have so many ideas about their dynamic (and other's tbf), they make me insane 🥰🎨

OH MY GOD

First, plotting AUs during work is such a mood. I totally get it 🤭

Yes! Carlos would absolutely love Charles, whether they are soulmates or not!! So true!

Oh my god, Charles falling apart 😭 Saying his soul is hurting?? I am hurting at that 😭😭😭

Love confession, yay!!! But no pretty words, they are raw and tender, they just say it straight. They are one. Together or nothing 😭 Their first kiss so tender and yet so urgent.

I wonder what they are going to do for that first night together 🤭

Ahahah, I love the idea of Charles being a complete menace to James (and maybe James plays with it a little, teases him, still uses romantic terms to refer to Carlos, until Carlos puts a stop to it)

Thank you so much for sharing anon! Please feel free to share more if you want to! (I must admit that I'm more interested in the charlos part than other ships though 🫣)

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Size allergy (Prologue/?)

Well, @starsinthenigth posts inspired me more than I already was and I decided to write this g/t story of rottmnt. I called this first chapter prologue because here the turtles still don't change size, it's just that whenever I want to write something simple I have to put a lot of detail haha, it will serve to put them in context of how the turtles change size in the following chapters. 🐢

No warnings, just the siblings having a nice time, then the angst will come c:<

English is not my mother tongue, if you see an error, please feel free to comment.

PS: I don't update very often, but I will continue with this story.

-------------------------------- “Camping camping camping~” could be heard singing noisily along a forest path near Hidden City.  

The source? Four mutant turtle brothers walking merrily as he wandered down a wooded path with mushroom-like trees and dark-colored trees.  

“Whoo-hoo! Camping day, baby!” exclaimed the youngest of the four, as he climbed onto his big brother's shoulders. 

Raphel felt the impact from the extra weight, but he wasn't bothered, rather he was happy to have Mikey on his shoulders, so he wouldn't be running too far out of his field of vision. He grabbed his legs to steady him on his shoulders as he smiled. 

“Finally, we can have a camping without adult intervention and rules” Leo commented to the others. 

“I'm just fine with having my phone with me” Donnie said distracted “That doesn't mean we've escaped the curse of bad experiences, so let's follow the path already laid out” he marked a route on his communicator and pointed the way forward. 

“Relaaax Dontron~” Leo leaned on Donnie's shoulder smiling confidently, while his brother looked at him with slight annoyance “The path is easy to follow and we are together, nothing bad is going to happen” 

“You two!” exclaimed Raph, who was already in front with Mikey still on his shoulders “Stop hanging back and move forward!” 

“So together, huh?” Donnie replied to the red-eared turtle.  

Leo ran ahead to catch up with his big brother, leaving Donnie behind. 

“Hey! Wait for me! I'm the one with the map! You'll get lost without Donnie!” exclaimed the purple turtle as he caught up with the rest of his siblings. 

For the rest of the way the brothers walked while joking and laughing with each other. Donatello made a point of going to the front to follow the path his communicator marked, Raph was trying to keep the boys from straying too far off his radar; while the forest hadn't proven to be dangerous, previous experiences told him they needed to be careful. Leo and Mikey kept talking about the fun things they were going to do when they reached their destination, like eating roasted marshmallows and telling stories around a campfire. They came to a part where the road split in two and that's when everyone turned their attention back to the genie turtle. 

“All right... Here we have two options... On one side we have a river that crosses the forest, on the other side we would be near the Witch Town...” after saying this last thing he remained silent, trying to hide uselessly an expression of displeasure with a crooked smile “Soooo, without a doubt it's better the side near the river, because of all that Todd mentioned about the shelters... And not because I'm clearly evading some silly witches” before this he turned his head “Follow me this way gentlemen!” 

With that, he set out to continue walking along one of the routes, but not paying attention to his surroundings he didn't notice that there was something in the way. He failed to hear Raph's “Uh... Donnie?” before slipping and falling face first into a muddy pink puddle. This caused his brothers to burst out laughing at the comical fall, when he tried to get up quickly, he slipped again, so Leo went over to help him out of there. 

“Hahaha! I-I think I found a new mystical creature” the boy wiped away an amused tear as he held out his hand to his brother. 

“Well...” Donnie said with a mischievous grin on his face as he took the other turtle's hand “YOU MUST BE CAREFUL WITH THE CREATURE!” he exclaimed as he pulled the hand, hard into the mud. 

Leo ended up also falling into the mud in a big way and getting just as dirty as Donnie. While he was disgusted and shook off the mud, he noticed how Raph and Mikey pointed at him while laughing, while Donnie watched him with satisfaction for having gotten his little revenge, he crossed his arms while pouting. Raph finished laughing after a moment and spoke. 

“Haha... Well, we have one more reason to go to the river... Raph doesn't want them to end up getting all the stuff dirty” he motioned for them to hurry as he took the lead, Mikey seemed curious about the fun-colored mud, but Raph grabbed him by the shell before he could get his hands in it. 

Leo and Donnie got up and tried to clean themselves as much as possible before following their brothers, although their older brother was right, they would have to wash up as soon as they got to the river area. 

They didn't spend much time walking before they reached a clearing, a few steps away there was a river running gently, generating a soothing noise. While Raph and Mikey began to arrange their things in the area, Leo and Donnie went to dive into the waters to remove the remains of mud they still had on their skin. For some curious reason, when the mud came in contact with the water it began to glow with a pink color that adorned the water for a few moments while they were cleaning it off their bodies; Leo mentioned with wonder that it was like a magic trick, Donnie claimed that more than magic it must be due to bioluminescent microorganisms present in the water or the mud. They argued for a moment, not realizing that their bodies were also glowing subtly. 

By the time they returned to their siblings, they were still tidying things up, as they began to eat their snacks (mostly Raph). At that point, Donnie bragged about his efficient way of putting together a shelter using his technology, while Raph showed that he knew something about the mystical forest when he grabbed an egg that was near one of the trees and cracked it to reveal a flame of fire, the campfire was ready. 

“That doesn't make any natural sense” commented Donnie. 

“What did you just see Donnie?!” Mikey said, wanting to urge his brother not to ruin the moment. 

“Where did you learn this?” Leo asked his older brother. 

Raph made a lost face, he didn't like to talk about his brief time coexisting with the criminals of the city, just because they mistook him for one, even though that day almost all of them were locked up in prison, that family trip to the Hidden City was a complete disaster. 

“Eh... It was just... Intuition?” he replied not very convincingly. 

“So, intuition told you that an egg you found in the forest was going to have an element of plasm-?” was interrupted by Leo, who handed him a marshmallow sandwich buried in a stick. 

“The important thing is that the campfire is already there” he made another one for his brothers and then created his sandwich “...How about telling horror stories?” 

The four brothers spent the rest of the afternoon and late into the night talking to each other, scaring each other with scary stories, especially Mikey, singing songs they thought were the ones sung around a campfire and mostly having a good time. Finally, when sleep overcame them, they each went to the shelter and settled down to rest. 

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During the night, Mikey had restless dreams related to the horror stories his brothers had told, which caused him to wake up every so often, unable to get a sound sleep. On one of his awakenings, he noticed that outside the shelter, he felt movement, which (added to his restless imagination from the stories) made him think they were in danger; he tried to wake his brothers, but only received grunts and words like “go to sleep Angelo”, none of them seemed to really feel like waking up and checking where the scary noises were coming from. So, the young box turtle ventured outside the shelter alone, along with his weapon, to find out what it was outside causing such a commotion. 

To his surprise, outside his camping were something resembling floating flowers, or something like that, they seemed to flutter with their petals and moved finely sniffing around the surroundings as if they were fairies. However, that only seemed to be a facade, because as soon as they noticed that Mikey was watching them, they pounced on him to attack him like a swarm of wasps. Their petals stretched and coiled around the boy's legs to immobilize him, while they threw a yellowish pollen from their center on him, something that only made him sneeze and his body itch. He noticed that they seemed to want to devour him; being naturally agile he managed to get hold of his weapon and grab a distant tree to free himself from their bindings, when he noticed that they were following them he began to launch attacks, the creatures seemed to move away with the fire his weapon emitted, so with that he finally managed to scare them away from the camping. 

Mikey sighed in relief, only to be knocked off the branch he was on by a sneeze and fall straight into the river below. He saw it for brief moments the water began to glow with yellow hues, but before he could discover that he too was glowing, someone interrupted him. 

“Mikey!” Raph appeared at the front of the river, just as the glow dissipated, he looked agitated “At last I find you! What the hell are you doing out there?!” his mother hen tone was present. 

“Raph!” exclaimed the boy coming out of the water “There were some things in here! An-and they wanted to eat me!” he seemed a bit ecstatic with excitement. 

“Where are they?” the snapping turtle reacted quickly and grabbed Mikey under his arm “Don't worry, I'll protect you!” he didn't notice that the boy was fidgeting uncomfortably. 

“Ugh... Calm down Raph!” he said letting go of his older brother's annoying grip “I've already scared them off!” he took a victorious pose with a smile. 

Raphel looked around, just to be sure, when he noticed nothing out of the ordinary (or as ordinary as the mystical forest can be) then he allowed himself to relax a bit. Although he didn't like the idea that his little brother had gone out on his own, he knew he had to let him be more independent, as much as he didn't like his protective brother side, he knew Mikey was strong enough to protect himself on his own, he gave a sigh. 

“Alright Mikey, good job...” he gave him a thumbs up and smiled for the boy “But next time let us know, so we can help you” he commented as they walked back to the shelter. 

“But I did... None of you woke up!” claimed the boy. 

“Heh...” scratched his head “Well, try harder next time, you know Raph is a heavy sleeper” 

Finally, they both reached the shelter and fell fast asleep. For the remainder of the night, the brothers were too asleep to notice that everyone was glowing, except for Raph. They would soon find out what it was all about. Prologue (you are here!) / Next

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Prompt: "We both kinda escaped the same party and there's only one place to effectively hide from everyone else, I'm sorry but could I please hide in this stupidly claustrophobic spot for just one minute, my heels are killing me?" AU

Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 3,600

Trigger warning: Partying, alcohol use, drug use.

Author's Note: Happy New Years! Are all of my fics holiday themed now? See ya on Valentine's Day, I guess. Also, I was torn between writing this for Eddie or writing this for Argyle, but I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to nail the dialogue with Argyle- I need to study his character more (aka watch vol. 4 again). I really hope that you enjoy this 100% self-indulgent, steaming pile of crap.

It was Robin's fault, truly.

Steve had originally asked her to go with him to Tina's party, but she wasn't able to get out of work. You already had plans with your mother, a few VHS tapes, and a giant bowl of popcorn, but Steve promised that he would make it up to you in some way, and having something to hold over him was enough to make you reconsider.

Still, you already felt out of place as you sat in Steve's passenger seat picking at the hem of your skirt while he fixed his hair in his rearview mirror. You weren't a huge fan of parties, never had been, especially parties where you didn't drive yourself and therefore could not leave on your own accord unless you wanted to walk a few miles in freezing temperatures.

Steve promised he'd have you home at a decent time, but it was New Year's Eve, and you knew that 'decent time' wouldn't be until at least after the ball dropped. His main objective was Kimberly Kline; a former varsity cheerleader who graduated at the top of her class and the mayor's daughter. According to your best friend, Kimberly had asked him if he was going to the party when she was checking out at the Family Video last week. Steve obviously took that as an invitation, despite not actually being invited.

You were just there as a buffer, in case things between him and Kimberly didn't work out. If they did, you were on your own.

"Your hair looks fine, Steve." You mentioned as he carded his fingers through his silky, brunette locks for what seemed like the thousandth time.

"Are you sure?" He asked. "My head doesn't look too square?"

You sighed and turned to face him. "I'm not sure how to tell you this, but your head has always been and will always be square."

His shoulders dropped as he flipped the visor up and pulled the keys from the ignition. "You know what? That's just great. Thank you, Y/N. Way to boost my confidence."

You pursed your lips to keep yourself from laughing. He rolled his eyes and began mumbling to himself as he climbed out of the burgundy vehicle and shut the door behind him. You let out a chuckle as he dramatically marched off toward Tina's house, leaving you to follow.

"Honestly, Y/N," Steve turned back to you sharply and put his hands on his hips. "I was hoping you'd, I don't know, hype me up and make me feel good about myself. I'm already nervous!"

"Clearly," you laughed as you joined him at his side. "Look, Steve," you reached out and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Kimberly Kline would be totally bonkers to not want to hook up with you. So stop worrying about how you look! If that's all she cares about then you're better off honestly."

Steve looked at you sheepishly with a small blush growing on his cheeks. "Thanks, Y/N."

Before you could say anything, an old, white van sped around the corner past the two of you; tires screeching on the asphalt, leaving a trail of exhaust fumes in its wake. You could hear Iron Maiden blaring as the driver came to a hard stop in Tina's front yard, knocking over a large plastic snowman. You rolled your eyes as Eddie Munson slid out of the driver's seat and took a long drag off of the cigarette hanging from his mouth; a bright cloud of smoke hanging in the air as he exhaled.

"What a jerk," Steve mentioned, pulling you from your thoughts.

"Who? Eddie?" You asked.

"Yeah," he replied. "He thinks he's so cool."

"You know, people used to think that about you," You teased, giving Steve's shoulder a little shove as you began walking towards the party.

It didn't take long before you were standing in Tina's kitchen with a plastic cup in your hand. Your head absentmindedly bobbing to the loud pop music playing through the stereo in the living room. The New Year's Eve special was playing on the television but you wouldn't have been able to hear it. Steve had already spotted Kimberly and had downed two drinks before building up the courage to go over and talk to her.

You were leaning up against the counter, making small talk with a girl that had been in the drama club with you for a few years; catching up, talking about work and college, the usual. Steve was on the couch with his arm around Kimberly, talking animatedly with his hands, and she was smiling. He caught eyes with you for a moment and gave you a quick head nod to let you know that things were going well.

A guy you didn't recognize was aggressively making eye contact from his place in the dining room. You looked for a quick exit, knowing that at any moment he would shove himself off of the wall and stagger over to you. Excusing yourself, you tried to make your way towards Steve but were blocked off by a keg-stand in progress. You peered through the party-goers and noticed the guy was just stepping into the kitchen, ducking your head, you didn't have many options other than out the back door or a random door to your left. Wanting to avoid what would absolutely be the most awkward encounter of your life, you slipped through the closest door hoping the stranger didn't notice.

After a few moments, you considered yourself safe and turned to see that you were standing in Tina's pantry, and there, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a bag of Doritos in his hand, was Eddie Munson; mouth slightly agape, eyes wide.

"Shit," you blurted. "I didn't mean to interrupt whatever it was you were doing in here." You went to turn and leave, your hand was hovering over the doorknob, but the thought of the creep on the other side made you hesitate. "Actually, do you mind if I hang out in here with you for a minute? I'm trying to avoid some weirdo who apparently was never taught that staring is rude."

Immediately, Eddie's eyes shifted to the floor. "Uh, sure." He replied. You sighed in relief. "Unless you just want me to go out there and kick his ass."

You laughed and sat with your back against the wall opposite him. "I appreciate the offer, but kicking off the new year with an assault charge is probably not a good idea." Eddie smiled in reply and the pantry fell silent. "So what is Eddie fucking Munson doing sitting in Tina Burton's pantry?"

He looked up at you through thick, curly bangs and shrugged. "Came here to do a deal," he motioned to his little black box that you had seen a few times before. "But not really feeling the atmosphere," he drew out. "Too many jocks."

"Isn't that your van parked out front?" You asked, he nodded. "You can always leave."

"Suppose I could," he replied. "But then you'd be stuck in this pantry by yourself with a creep on the loose."

"You'd rather stay here at this lame party, despite the fact that you are completely miserable, for me?" His dark chocolate eyes connected with yours for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was shy. "You flatter me, Mr. Munson."

"What about you?" He asked, turning the tables. "You never really struck me as a party girl. I'm sure you came here with someone."

"I did, yeah, I came with Steve." You replied reaching over and grabbing a handful of Doritos from the bag Eddie was holding.

"Steve?" Eddie asked, his brows raised. "Harrington?" You nodded as you shoved chips into your mouth. "Let me guess, you were supposed to be his date but it didn't work out?"

You almost choked. "No! God, no." Eddie's eyes were probing you for an explanation but you were also hurriedly trying to swallow what was in your mouth before you began talking. "He's trying to get laid, and for fuck's sake, I hope he does. He has been such a little brat lately." Eddie laughed. "I'm his shoulder to cry on in case things don't work out for him."

"Hard to imagine that something wouldn't work out for Steve "The Hair" Harrington," Eddie replied almost critically. He flipped open his little box and pulled out a small, metal tin before producing a pre-rolled joint. Your eyes widened as he stuck it between his lips and pulled a lighter our of his pocket. "What?"

"In here?" You asked.

"You afraid we're going to get in trouble, Y/L/N?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow in your direction before lighting the end of the homemade cigarette. Eddie took a long drag and inhaled the smoke into his lungs and held it for a few moments before exhaling with a loud cough.

"Well, yeah," you replied but still took the joint from Eddie's fingers when he offered it to you. The smoke burned your chest as you inhaled, you couldn't help but cough, choking on the skunky taste before passing the joint back to him.

"You're adorable," he laughed and you immediately pouted. "Yep, that look right there. Let me just-" Eddie placed the burning joint between his lips and held his fingers up in front of his face to mimic a camera, pressing the invisible button with a click sound. "Commit that to my memory." You shook your head and giggled at his antics. "That one, too." He added, clicking his invisible camera, once more.

Sitting here, in the floor of Tina's pantry, you wondered why you hadn't hung out with him more than just the occasional drug deal. You had started buying pot from Eddie in your junior year when his band started practicing in Gareth Emerson's garage, but you had never actually hung out with him outside of that. You'd stay and watch them practice a few songs, but that was about it.

"So do you have any new year's resolutions?" You asked him after taking another hit, not wanting the conversation to die.

"Yeah, graduating," he replied as he sunk back against the wall.

"Any plans on what you're going to do after that?"

"What like college?" He asked taking one last hit before disposing of the smoldering joint in an empty can of beer, you nodded. "I don't really think I'm the college type. Besides, there's no degree for what I want to do."

"So you're going to hit the road?" You asked, "take Corroded Coffin on tour and sell out stadiums?"

"That's the dream," He replied and immediately frowned. "More like a fantasy, really."

"It's not." You reassured him. "There'll be thousands in the crowd screaming your name one day, and I'll be one of them. If I had a permanent marker I'd ask for your autograph now before you get too famous and eventually sell out."

"Never!" He laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say." You teased.

"What about you?" He asked in return. "Any new years plans?"

You shrugged your shoulders and shook your head. You hadn't really given much thought to the new year and you weren't the type to make any resolutions. After all, you lived in Hawkins, Indiana, a place where people didn't really make plans or have any goals outside of settling down and moving up in whatever dead-end job they were working. Every year you'd hear the same shit; "I want to lose ten pounds", "I'm going to stop smoking", "I plan to be more active", or "I'd like to read more books". They'd start off strong, but before January was even over, they'll forget they even set a goal to begin with.

Eddie had lit another joint, waiting for your response but there wouldn't be one. A silence made itself comfortable between the two of you. You could see Eddie was about to say something else, but outside of the pantry, the countdown was beginning; the last few moments of 1985. If you were to make a resolution, now would be the time to do it.

"Ten, nine-"

"We should kiss," you mentioned with a shrug of your shoulders, deciding that your resolution would be to take risks. "Wouldn't want to ruin the tradition."

"Seven, six-"

"What?" He asked, almost choking on the smoke he inhaled from the joint wedged between his fingers. His brows merged together as he coughed.

"Four, three, two-"

"I mean we don't have to," you answered, knowing that he had heard you the first time.

"Happy New Year!"

Eddie paused for just a moment, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip before he moved his hand to the back of your neck and pulled you towards him for a firm kiss. Before you had the chance to fully reciprocate, he pulled away; his eyes searching your features for any sign that he should stop- or continue. Without any hesitation, you snaked your hands around his neck and pulled him back to you, the kiss deeper this time. His lips were hot against yours as his fingers curled into the roots of your hair. Your tongue tangled with his in an eloquent dance that felt so familiar yet brand new.

You pulled away to catch your breath and looked up into his deep brown eyes which were full-blown with lust as he grabbed for you to come closer. Every few moments you'd giggle and he'd smile as you tried to navigate the positioning of your bodies in the small pantry, but your lips still made their way back to each other. His hands pushed your jacket down your shoulders as his lips left a trail of kisses along your neck. You moved to straddle his lap, desperate to be closer to him, but in the move your head collided with the shelf above, sending a couple bags of chips into Eddie's lap instead.

He couldn't help but laugh; his full pink lips stretched into a smile as he took your face in his hands. "You okay, there?"

"Ow," you winced as you rubbed a hand over your head.

"Let me see," he cooed and you tilted your head down to him. He placed a soft kiss on your tender scalp. "All better?"

"Yeah," you sighed. "Just ruined the moment, is all."

Eddie, with your face still in his gentle but calloused hands, placed a lingering kiss on your pouted lips. "You didn't ruin anything," He said softly, brushing your hair behind your ear. "Besides, we should probably get out of here."

It was hard not to notice the dirty looks on the faces of your peers as you and Eddie emerged from the pantry; some of them even pointed as they whispered to each other.

"Do you see Steve?" You yelled at Eddie over the music. "I should probably let him know I'm leaving!"

He scoured the crowd and shook his head. "Maybe things worked out for him!"

"Maybe!" You shrugged and made your way towards the front door; weaving in and out of the sweaty, drunken bodies. Eddie's hand was in yours so as to not get separated from you as he followed behind.

The air was brisk as you stepped out onto Tina's front porch, clearing your foggy mind the second you took a deep breath. You shivered as Eddie stepped in front of you, leading you to his van.

"Your chariot awaits, madam." He said, offering to open the passenger side door for you.

"Wait, one second!" You quickly dashed over to where Eddie had knocked over Tina's decorative snowman and sat him upright. "What, you hit Frosty!" You exclaimed.

Eddie just laughed and shook his head before quickly scrambling around to the driver's side and hopping in. He shoved his keys into the ignition and turned the heat on full blast. "Don't worry, she heats up pretty fast."

As Eddie backed out of Tina's yard you noticed Steve's car was no longer where he had parked it when you first arrived. You hoped that Steve didn't leave alone, and also that he didn't leave without at least looking for you first. Given that you were hiding out in the pantry for most of the night, you gave him the benefit of the doubt that if he had known where you were, he would have given you the heads up.

The drive back to your place was mostly quiet, save for the music coming from Eddie's radio. He had the volume turned low and his window was cracked as he smoked a cigarette.

"May I?" You asked, motioning towards the cardboard box of cassette tapes that sat on the floorboard between the seats.

"Go for it," he replied as he slowed to a stop at a red light. "Find something to put on." He ejected his Iron Maiden cassette and placed it back in its plastic case, giving you free rein to choose whatever you wanted.

You rummaged through Eddie's music selection, marveling at his taste. He had everything from metal to punk, the classics, and- "Hall and Oates?" You asked, almost teasing him.

"What's wrong with Hall and Oates?" He asked, snatching the tape from your hands. "Kiss On My List? You Make My Dreams Come True? Can't help but love 'em, they're catchy."

"I completely agree," you replied, still shifting through the box. "I'm just surprised is all, would have thought that there wasn't enough guitar for you."

"It's not always about the guitar!"

You picked out Bruce Springsteen and gently pushed the tape into the cassette player. Eddie nodded in approval as he began humming along to the melody. The blue lights on the dashboard illuminated his soft features, making you realize how beautiful he really was. A small smile pulled at your lips as your eyes took in the sight of him, wondering how you never saw it before.

"You're staring," he taunted, stealing a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road.

"I'm sorry," you laughed but didn't take your eyes off of him. "I just- I never realized how beautiful you are."

"You think I'm beautiful?" He asked, placing a hand over his heart and batting his eyelashes at you.

"And silly," you giggled. "But, yes."

Eddie shook his head in response, unable to hold back his smile. "You know, I had the biggest crush on you in school."

"You did not!" You gasped.

"I totally did!" He replied. "It was bad. I would take the long way to class just so that I could walk past your locker. Man, those days after school when you'd come over to Gareth's to buy some weed and you'd hang out and listen to our band- fuck!" He was shaking his head; beautiful brunette curls bouncing on his shoulders.

"I had no idea," you replied. "You were always so quiet, I thought you didn't like me."

"You thought I- what? Didn't like you!?" He exclaimed. "Come on! How could any guy not like you? You're so fucking funny! Plus, you're like actually a good person. You're compassionate and kind and smart as Hell."

"Why tell me now?" You asked as your heart skipped beats.

"I don't know, it's New Years, why not?" He answered. "Why'd you ask me to kiss you back at Tina's?"

You shrugged, "because it's New Years, why not?" Eddie smiled at your response as he pulled up to the curb of your house. You unbuckled your seatbelt and turned to face him, "I'd offer for you to come in, but I know my mom is waiting up for me."

"That's okay," he replied softly. "I really want to kiss you again."

"Yeah?" You bit your lip under his gaze.

"Mhm," he hummed.

Eddie leaned in to place his lips on yours one more time. It was slow and sweet; soft, like the glow of his headlights reflecting on the flurries of snow falling from the dark, midnight sky. You would have never thought that this night would have ended this way, but you were so thankful that it did. You weren't sure what 1986 had in store for you, but you were determined to make sure that Eddie was a part of it.

"I appreciate the ride home," you said barely above a whisper as you pulled away. "I should probably get inside, I bet-" you turned to look at your house and saw your mother's figure at the window. "Yep, she's watching."

Eddie chuckled and climbed out of the van. You smiled as he rounded the hood of the vehicle to open the passenger door for you. "Let's not keep her waiting." You slid out of his van and gave him a hug before heading up your driveway. "Maybe I'll see you are Gareth's or something?"

"Or," you turned back to him. "Maybe you'll see me at that new pizza place that just opened up? Maybe around 7:00 on Friday?"

"It's a date," he called to you as he brought his hands up to his face in the shape of a camera one last time, taking a mental photo of you before the night ended.

[omegatheimmortaldragonborn]

Character Study: Idolaf Battle-Born

Because I'm tired of seeing how quickly people kill him off, let's see if I can get myself to understand why you would OR show you why you shouldn't.

Feel free to request a character study in my ask box! It will help me keep track of them!

Neurological traits & Personality

There's a good chance he's neurodivergent, please bare with as I'm using my own experiences with this.

This isn't to say this is how all ND people act, although I shouldn't have to clarify that

He has a strong sense of justice - we see this with the imperial legion, he's a very strong supporter

He seems to lack the ability to feel empathy - eg. When talking to Fralia at the market (this isn't to say this applies to all ND people, as some experience quite the opposite)

While this could be just the voice acting, his voice lacks emotion (which i personally struggle with)

He doesn't actually seem to hate the Gray-Manes, only their choice in support. There's no dialogue in game where he insults or "drags" any of the family members. While yes, he can say he wants to throw Avulstein in jail, this can be linked back to the strong sense of justice

THORALD!!! He was looking into it himself, and if your speech is high enough you can persuade him to tell you. While his reasoning is blurry, it can be presumed he asked about because of concern. He mentions that they used to be friends, no doubt close too.

He knew the risks of asking about him, and he tells us he was told to mind his business but kept pushing for an answer

He believes letting the Gray-Manes think Thorald died would've been easier than telling them that no, he's alive, held captive by the Thalmor, in a place where you don't ever come out, and probably being tortured. - sense of Justice AGAIN

He gives you the letter anyway, too!

The market scene reinforces the lack of empathy theory, and the strong sense of justice, because he clearly cared enough about Thorald to go asking about him, had his answers (worse case scenario ones too) and came to the conclusion she was better off not knowing.

I think people tend to forget he grew up around the Gray-Manes too, so he's going to know their character alot better than the DB ever will.

Fralia already seems heartbroken over him going missing, which is probably why he made the decision not to tell her.

Often considered prideful, for example - would rather bend his knee to Ulfric than ask Eorlund for help. Again though, he grew up with the Gray-Manes and so them not picking the same side he did probably hurt like a bitch. (Sense of justiceeee)

Parenting

This part is the only part where I can fully understand why people may not like him as Lars is still being bullied.

There may be multiple reasons for this

Lars hasn't told him - very unlikely though since Alfhild (Idolafs wife) knows about it but he may just be closer with her

Has a more traditional approach to it, and tries to get him to stand up to her, which is most likely as it seems to be a common theme throughout Nords in general that you handle your own problems.

He has spoken to Armen and/or Sapphia about Braiths behaviour, but nothing came of it. Which to be fair is also a decent possibility, as someone who has been bullied most of my school life, typically parental intervention never really helps 💀

Other than that, he seems to try a decent amount. He tries to keep Lars out of trouble with the guards (climbing Dragonsreach cannot be legal 💀🤣), and Lars is outside most of the day too so he probably encourages him to play with the other kids in the hold. (Maybe not braith but yknow)

Anyway, if there's something I've missed feel free to leave a reply, I'm happy to try and explain them some more! :> not that I'm expecting anyone to see this like who actually scrolls Idolaf's tag 💀

Me, I do :)

[sydmarch]

Who is Angus to Evrart?

full dialogue of the scene that line is from:

You - "Tell me about Titus Hardie and his crew."

Evrart Claire - "Oh, they are simply fine young men -- all seven of them! Exemplary Union members. Always working to advance their position in the local socialist-democratic movement. Core members."

Evrart Claire - "Old Theo used to run them, but things really *kicked into gear* when Titus took the reins and named the group after himself." He starts laughing. "Gotta love his initiative." You - "What more can you tell me? Who's second in command? Who's the most violent?"

Evrart Claire - "Harry, they're almost all of them *great* guys, born leaders. Whatever happened, I'm sure they only had the best interests of Revachol in mind."

Evrart Claire - "Work with them -- hell, interview them! But don't fight them. They really are just like you -- men who like beer, women, and some *order* on the streets."

Half Light - Separate one from the herd. You - "So let me ask you this... Which one of Hardie's boys is your least favourite?"

Evrart Claire - "Oh, that would definitely be Fat Angus. His feet smell from a city-block away and he's always having noisy stomach troubles. Horrible, revolting guy."

You - "So let's say something happens to Fat Angus... let's say a citizen's arrest..."

Evrart Claire - "You would die, Harry," he says, grinning. "You would die and in the process start a bloody and completely unnecessary war between the Débardeurs' Union and the Citizens Militia."

Evrart Claire - "Angus, his ever-growling stomach, and his smelly feet are all part of the Union. You have as much right to *arrest* him as he has to arrest you... "

Evrart Claire - "...actually less, because it's his home and his backyard. You are a guest here, Harry. Please remember that."

Evrart Claire - "Oh Harry..." He starts laughing. "This is getting real grim and there's no need for that. We are friends." He sits back and looks you in the eye with a wide smile.

i love thinking about this dialogue in comparison to when you get his real opinion on the hardies:

Evrart Claire - "Harry, I bugged her cabin. I bugged her whole boat. I had cameras surveying her boat. Hell I even wanted to bug that thermal cup, but my boys advised against it."

Savoir Faire - They must have done it while Joyce was busy questioning the locals. You - "So you've been listening to our conversations all the time?"

Evrart Claire - "Not me personally..." he stretches his arms like a discus thrower. "I had guys recording and processing this information for me." You - "The Hardie boys?"

Evrart Claire - "Hell no!" he exclaims. "They'd fuck it up. They can't do anything right. I mean my *real* boys. My special task force boys."

Kim Kitsuragi - "Where are these boys?"

Evrart Claire - "They sure as hell aren't hanging out in the open with beers in their hands for the cops to question." He bursts out laughing. "They're pros, Mr. Kitsuragi."

he doesn't like angus & doesn't even like or trust the hardies as it turns out! and yet i do 100% believe that he meant it when he said harry would die & it would start a war between the rcm and the union. not because he really cares about the hardies personally but because it would reaffirm the union's power/obviously they would have to respond to something like that. but finding knowing his true thoughts about the hardies casts an interesting light on this convo:

You - "The remaining mercenaries are organizing a tribunal to take on the Hardies."

Evrart Claire - "Tribunal?" He appears aghast. "That sounds *serious* Harry. We Union men should be *shitting* ourselves..." He rubs his chin and smiles suddenly: "I wish you hadn't told me that. I'm gonna lose *sleep* over this. Let's change the subject."

Empathy - He's clearly happy about the tribunal.

You - "You don't *seem* too worried about it." Evrart Claire - "Oh, Harry, what do I *really* think about the tribunal? You're trying to climb to second base with old Evrart before you've even courted him properly."

obviously he's happy about the tribunal because his end goal is to start a war with wild pines but there's a total lack of concern for the hardies both here where they come up specifically or for the union in general when discussing the prospect of a war with harry:

You - "Have you ever heard what two Giant Seraise Hornets can do to an entire colony of bees? They destroy it."

Evrart Claire - "I have. It's a great story, Harry." He nods. "Did you also know how the bee colony kills the giant hornet? They swarm and blanket it entirely, until it suffers a *massive heat stroke* and dies." Empathy - He crosses his hands, contently, thinking of the interior temperature of the wasp rising. Endurance - They cook it alive in its exoskeleton.

Evrart Claire - "Harry, we outnumber them fifteen hundred to one. And that's just Martinaise. With all the unions in Revachol -- and with public opinion on our side -- we can hold off two men. Or fifteen men. Or even fifty men."

Evrart Claire - "The more they send, the worse it's going to look for them. They made a *huge* mistake hiring those guys. *No one* likes foreign mercenaries. The leftists hate them, the fascists hate them, even the moralists think they're *in bad taste*."

is he really just that confident in the union? does he view the hardies specifically as expendable because he doesn't have much faith in them? or are his real thoughts more along the lines of "yeah people are probably gonna die but if that's what it takes then so be it"? we already know he's willing to kill if need be but i'd imagine he'd view tiphaine holly (an ineffective leader who's his direct opponent) differently from the members of the union he's supposed to be looking out for... we can never get his opinion on the tribunal after it happens (screams cries throws up) but i could see him being overall satisfied with the outcome.

Evrart Claire - "What was always going to happen. We take the harbour and she fucks off to Ozonne, uncorks a bottle of wine, calls her partners and says they need to distance themselves from this nasty business before the big shit spinner splashes everyone."

Evrart Claire - "Only difference is the Union doesn't have to lose 2,000 men to machine gun fire."

like, 3-7 deaths compared to 2,000? anyways this is so much more than the question you actually asked i just love to think about my fucked up little guy.

[luveline]

Baby blurb with Aaron where he is so protective of reader and their unborn child while out on a case and the team tease him about it

thank you for your request! ♥︎ hotch x pregnant!reader

Aaron doesn't patronise you by insisting you don't work out in the field but you know there's a part of him that must want to deep down.

He constantly has a hand extended toward you. Toward the small of your back when you're climbing out of cars and elevators. Toward your hand when you're close by, his pinky an inch from yours. Toward your stomach, your small bump. He lets himself touch your baby bump on very rare occasions. It's the one thing he can't hold back. 

"You're sure you're feeling alright?" he asks you, face to face in the middle of a police precinct's conference room. 

You're careful not to breathe on him, though hopefully your breath smells of toothpaste and antacid rather than throw up. "Aaron, I'm used to it now, you know that." 

"It's not about getting used to it. If I could take this from you–" 

You pat his pale cheek. "It's just sick. You're stressed and it's making you worry too much, that's all it is. I'm perfectly fine." You lower your voice to a whisper, "We're perfectly fine." 

His knuckles brush your bump. 

"You can ask me how I'm doing if you want, Hotch. I'll answer more honestly," Morgan says. 

You and Aaron ease away from one another. His professionalism falls into place. You love Morgan almost as much as you love Aaron, so you beam at him when you probably shouldn't. 

"How are you, Derek?" you ask. 

"Whole lot better than you, mama bear. Little brat's kicking your ass today, huh?" He leans back in his chair, tossing the pen in his hands into the air and catching it lacksidisaically.

"The baby," Aaron says sternly, clearly not appreciating Morgan's choice of descriptor, "is behaving unfortunately." 

"The baby likely isn't doing anything," Spencer corrects, wearing a smile unlike himself. "Research suggests that morning sickness is caused by a hormone made in the placenta created as a byproduct during pregnancy. So, if anything–" 

"It's Aaron's fault," Rossi concludes. 

You're surprised Aaron doesn't pinch the bridge of his nose.

"It's alright, boss, I forgive you–" you begin.

"We've talked about you calling me 'boss'–" 

"–for getting me pregnant. After all, I asked–" 

"Did you?" Prentiss asks, surprised.

"–and I have a funny feeling I'll be happy with the end product." You rub your stomach affectionately. It's a show, a drama to make your friends laugh in an otherwise dismal situation, but you feel something stirring beneath your skin. You bring your second hand to your bump and close your eyes. "Oh, she's moving." 

"No way!" JJ says happily. 

There's a gap where nobody talks. You try to hide your amazed smile, heat blooming behind your eyes. You've felt her move before, mostly at night when you're lying in bed. Every time is a flashing reminder of what's really happening. 

"Hotch," Morgan says. "We all know you want to." 

"We have things we need to be doing." 

"They can wait another ten seconds," you say softly. "Please." 

It doesn't take anymore convincing. Aaron crosses the room and you take his hand, sliding it against the swollen hill of your stomach until you find the place you'd felt your baby moving. You aren't sure if Aaron will be able to feel it —it isn't a kick, just a stirring of limbs— but she moves, and his lips part with a sigh.

The team pretend they aren't watching, besides Rossi, who laughs. "The miracle of life," he says. 

You snort at his cheesiness if you weren't busy trying to take a snap-shot of Aaron's face where awe, reverence, and love all work to turn his lips up in an earnest grin. 

[safetycar-restart]

I'm sure you've probably posted something about this, but that photo of Charles in the paddock on Wednesday already looking so done got me thinking!

Clearly, Pierre is living his best life this season. His car is fast, his team adore him, they have options and he's so settled and happy! And you and Charles have a huge part to play in this, of course! Everything has slipped into place for him. Charles however, well, dude had a penalty in race 2 and things are not going too well for him.

What if he doesn't share how much its bothering him with you because he doesn't want to upset Pierre, because his Pierre deserves all the best things in the while wide world and things are finally so good for him, so Charles won't say anything to make his Pierre worry. You know your bunny, you are his mommy after all! You can tell there's something bothering him, so when Pierre is at an Alpine event in Australia, you sit your little bunny down and remind him he can always talk to you and you can't help him if you don't know what's really going on. And he's just so overwhelmed! He gets teary and just starts telling you everything he's been carrying about with him, all of the feelings and tears just come pouring out and he begs you not to tell his Pierre. Your heart breaks for him, he's trying to be so brave and so strong but he's so sad and hurt and tired. So you snuggle him down with his favourite blanket, and snacks and give him all the cuddles and kisses.

Pierre is confused when he gets back to the suite, but in true Pierre fashion, he asks 0 questions, just climbs under the blanket when you raise it for him and snuggles his bunny, giving him lots of kisses. You know he'll ultimately ask you later, but right now he gets head scratches for being good and taking care of Charles.

(If its not taken could I have the 🐼?)

Firstly, of course you can have that emoji! I’ll add it to the claimed list (if you’d like to claim an emoji, there’s a claimed list on my pinned post, if you can’t see the pin post then let me know and I’ll send you the list of claimed emojis). And then secondly, I love this!!!

I fully agree that Charles would try to pretend he’s fine. His Pierre is FINALLY happy!! He doesn’t want to ruin it by being all sad and needy. He just wants his Pierre to really enjoy this time and enjoy finally being in a good team where he’s loved and able to compete.

Charles really couldn’t be happier for his Pierre.

But his season has started so badly and he already feels so sad and unmotivated for the rest of the season. He really wants to talk to his mommy and his Pierre about it, but he doesn’t want to be a burden. He knows the moment he speaks about it, you and Pierre will ignore how well Pierre is doing and turn all your attention to looking after him (which if he’s honest, is exactly what he needs but he doesn’t want to ruin everything for Pierre).

The issue, of course, is that you notice this. You’re his mommy! Of course you’d notice your sweet bunny isn’t himself and is much sadder than usual. He tries so hard to put on a brave face but you see right through him.

And the thing is, I think Pierre might as well? But Pierre knows that you can get Charles to open up more than he can. So he willingly goes to the Alpine event alone, instead of asking you to come with, so that you can talk to Charles.

Firstly, Charles is so relieved to hear that you aren’t going with Pierre to the Alpine event. He really really needs some alone time with his mommy.

The moment it’s just the two of you in the hotel room, you invite him to come sit on the couch with you and wrap your arm around his shoulders. He leans into you so easily, pulling his legs up and over your lap. He’s feeling so sad and so small and some cuddles are exactly what he wants.

But then you start talking and ask him what’s bothering him, reminding him that you’re his mommy and it’s your job to look after him. You can’t do that job properly if he doesn’t tell you what’s wrong.

He sniffles a few times and then it all comes pouring out. It’s half what you expected, about how bad Ferrari are and how sad he is about the start to the season and how hopeless he feels his championship chances.

Then he starts to talk about Pierre, about how bad he feels for ruining Pierre’s happiness, about how he needs to be happy for Pierre finally getting the team he deserves and not be upset about his own troubles. He says he feels bad, like he’s being a bad bunny because he can’t put aside his issues to support Pierre.

Your heart just breaks for him.

And you also feel like you’ve failed him? He shouldn’t have to think like that, shouldn’t even be considering that his needs might upset Pierre. He should always be able to express that, always.

And unfortunately there’s not much you can do for your sweet bunny because you can’t suddenly make Ferrari a reasonable team. But you can give him all the support possible and make sure he knows his needs will never be less important than Pierre’s happiness.

Especially because there’s no way Pierre would want to be kept in the dark about this. Pierre wants to know what his bunny needs, just like you!!

So you bring Charles to bed and let him hide against your chest. He cries for a little while, which you just hold him through because sometimes he just needs to let it all out.

Once he’s cried out, you wipe his face clean and give him kisses and then just put some calming music on. You offer to get something on the tv but Charles says no. He doesn’t want that type of distraction. He just wants to be held and to feel close to his mommy.

So that’s what you do, just running your hands up and down his back and letting Charles hide from the world in your arms, let him be a sad little bunny.

When Pierre comes, he’s concerned. You can see what he wants to ask why Charles is all curled up, but he doesn’t. He just quickly gets changed and climbs into bed.

“Pierre?” Charles asks, he almost seems like he’s about to sit up but you pull him back down. You refuse to let Charles put on a happy face again.

Charles lays back down on your chest, and he relaxes even more when Pierre hugs him from behind. He spoons bunny, kissing his neck and resting his hands on Charles’s tummy.

“Want cuddles bunny?” Pierre asks, “alright, you’ll get your cuddles.”

He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t ask anymore questions. Charles clearly needs quiet cuddles, so he’ll get quiet cuddles.

Tomorrow Pierre will ask you what happened, and you’ll tell him to ask Charles. And then you’ll sit them both down and let them talk.

Your bunny will be well cared for.

[fireflyhwufanficwriter]

My thoughts on Dr. Stone’s S03E07 (“Ray of Despair, Ray of Hope”)

(Safe to read for anime-only folks.)

My thoughts after watching Season Three, Episode Seven:

01. They're up against a storm, and all hands are on deck! :O

02. It's cool that there's a microphone thingy up where Kohaku is! She can relay information without having to shout - or ask questions, like she did when she asked about their lead when it comes to science! :)

03. Kaseki's so proud of the eyes of science that he made! :D

04. Ryusui is a very capable captain - he's very good at anticipating what the weather will be like! :O

05. This episode's title is "Ray of Despair, Ray of Hope" :)

06. And just like that, there's no more storm! Ryusui was right… AND he rewards hard workers! :D

07. Suika! :) I can't blame her for wanting to volunteer when Senku mentioned "recon squad," because reconnaissance is Suika's specialty! But clearly, Ryusui does NOT want her to go to the island! :O

08. The four-person team will consist of Senku, Soyuz, Kohaku, and Gen! :) Oh, they have a mechanized speedboat! :)

09. And so continues the tradition of Kohaku helping Senku climb high places :D Although this time, he WASN'T carried by the scruff of his robes like a little kitten, like when they were climbing the bald mountain to make powerful magnets... :D

10. Chrome isn't even annoyed or worried about Suika being there - he knows that Suika is capable and helpful in her own right, having been part of Gen's fake-murder investigation AND reconnaissance concerning Chrome's own incarceration. He has faith in Suika's abilities! :D

11. Aww, Suika wants to help, but I really see Ryusui's point as well! He's such a caring, responsible captain! He had to be stern, but it was because he was worried about Suika and wanted her to be safe! :')

12. And it was quite sweet of Francois to explain Ryusui's position to Suika! :D

13. And this Taiju-Suika interaction is so wholesome as well! Taiju knows she wants to help, so he gave her a way to do so! And Suika's not proud; she doesn't NEED to be a conquering hero or super detective or anything - she's just as happy with the prospect of helping to clean the ship! :)

14. Ginro saw a chance to get out of cleaning, and he took it! A perfect job for a man of the water! XD

15. Ukyo's realization about the statues' petrification... Ryusui's realization about somebody watching... and even Kohaku's realization/thought that something was shining on the ship... :O

16. Senku's STILL tired from all the physical exertion! I get ya, Senku... I get ya... :D

17. Oh, Soyuz... Oh, Gen... :O Seeing all of their friends petrified must have been... bone-chillingly HORRIFYING...! :O

18. And Ryusui kicked Suika away from the ship to save her! What a great guy! :O This was actually the action in the manga that made me like Ryusui! :)

19. Kohaku and a chasing-after-her Senku found a small seashell mystery, but Soyuz, Gen, and Suika have a bigger petrification mystery on their hands... :O

20. And now, Kohaku and Senku know the very bad news... Kohaku has ALWAYS taken immediate action when somebody was in danger... Senku, Suika, Kinro, Chrome... and Senku again... and now, SO many people, so many of her friends, are in danger! :(

21. Gen was SMART to tie a connecting rope between himself and Kohaku! XD But also... Kohaku must trust Gen a LOT to be so relaxed around him that she didn't notice him tying a piece of rope around her leg. She must REALLY trust Gen! :D

22. Soyuz has remembered a little bit more about his past... and I'm just gonna take this moment to say that Soyuz is SO muscular. Like, he is BUFF. He has muscles and muscles and muscles. He's not like Magma, who's, like, a bigger person - Soyuz is, like, wow! :O

23. And now, Senku and the others know more about the enemy... and more about their potential ally, thanks to some shell and insect analysis! :)

24. So Senku is using adhesive, or cyanoacrylate, and its steam lets fingerprints appear on seashells... did this happen in the manga? I don't remember this... :O

25. Gen thought of all that information AND found a strand of hair in the woods?! XD

26. The kingdom of science's blonde-haired centrifuge can also fight, and see things from great distances! :D

27. So Senku was carrying around microscope components in his pouches? Hmm, not the worst things to be carrying with you! :)

28. And now it's time for Kohaku and her vision to help! Dr. Stone is incredible at putting everybody's strengths and skills together to achieve great results! :D

29. Girl spotted! And a pretty girl, at that! :)

30. Hahaha, Kohaku's enjoying watching this unfold! XD

31. "A bride of the inner palace..." Uh-huh. Manga readers know that THAT means... :O

32. Confessing on the last possible day is so... traditional, hahaha! XD

33. Hmm, weird Senku face, and thick, black outlines for Senku and Gen... :O

34. Senku just outright asked Amaryllis where the treasure box is! XD

35. Kohaku just threw Senku to the wolves... wolf... girl! XD He does NOT appreciate it at ALL! :D

36. First, Soyuz, and now, Senku... and Amaryllis has to keep correcting herself because Senku... well, his might isn't on the outside, that's all I'll say! XD

37. Gen said, "That kind of attack isn't going to work on Senku-chan. Not until civilization is restarted." Good information, Gen! :D

38. Kohaku's right arm got so muscular after she offered to embrace Gen! XD I don't think this was in the manga either, but it's funny! XD

39. I also don't think this chloroacetone tear gas stuff was in the manga... Unless I also forgot about it... but I CANNOT believe that I forgot SO much stuff from the manga :O

40. I know it's a serious scene, but the idea that becoming the prettiest girl was the only way to save everybody she knew is funny! It's the kind of thing that would only make sense in ONE specific context... in this case, Dr. Stone XD

41. Oooh, the island's most beautiful girl, Amaryllis, has joined the party! :D She knows the secret of the petrification beam; she is indeed very pretty; and her turquoise-colored accessories (are they made from shells of some sort?) are a really pretty color! :)

42. So at the moment, we have most of the crew petrified, some people who are NOT petrified, and Amaryllis is about to tell Senku and the others the secret of the petrification beam! :O We also have a new post-credits title card animation thingy, and the next episode's title is going to be, "The Trump Card Aboard the Science Vessel!" After I find something to eat for breakfast, I'll get right to watching that! :D

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[prettybrownelf]

My Angel

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Pairings- Robert Small x Male Reader

Summary- Working a late night at the church, you encounter Robert, who clearly wants more than just a prayer

Word Count- 1123

Content Warnings- Smut, God kink, Slight Degrading, Choking

This is the last time I stay late for Joseph. Messing with him in the back isn't enough for these long boring night shifts. 

As I start cleaning up the back room for tomorrow's service, I hear the church doors slam open. I jump as I wait for more noise. Did a demon break into the fucking church? I hear heavy, angry footsteps heading to the back. I quickly grab a bible and hold it up as the door slams open. Instead of a demon from hell, I see Robert, a gruff guy who sometimes comes around for Joseph. At least he's easy on the eyes. He doesn't care about my presence as he looks at me with an angry scowl. 

"Where's Joseph?" I huff and set the book down, flattening out my shirt as I look up at the taller man. "He had to do something tonight, so I'm here. Is there something I can help you with?" I snarl as I continue to clean, hearing him huff like some mad dog. "Certainly not anything a little angel like you can do." I can feel my blood boil from the sarcasm in his voice. "Fucking sinner." I growl, refusing to look back at him. I hear him chuckle with the sound of a lighter flick. I snap around to see him coming into the room, a lit cigarette in his mouth. "Naughty mouth for a pretty angel like you." I can't help the blood rushing down me as I walk up to him. "There's no smoking in here." 

Robert looks down at me with a smirk as he blows smoke into my face. I cough a tiny bit as he gives a deep chuckle. "Aww, come on, angel, I'm just having fun." He takes a step closer to me, forcing me to look directly at him. 'He's so hot, fuck.' Robert's eyes travel down my body, making me squirm as I try to stand my ground. "If you're not here for anything, I need you to leave." His cocky smirk doesn't leave his face as he takes another cigarette drag. "Why? Your friend down there seems to be enjoying this." I feel my heart drop into my stomach as I glance down. 'Shit, I have a boner.' I try to think of something to say as Robert begins backing me into the dark wooden desk behind me. "Come on, pretty angel, loosen up for once." I feel like I'm about to fall over as I hit the desk; Robert's arms trap me against it as his eyes travel every part of me. He blows another cloud of smoke in my face as he looks down at me like a predator who just caught his prey. "You think I haven't seen you around here?" I try to hide my face and look down as he speaks.

"Flaunting yourself around here to every guy you can. An untouchable little angel. I wouldn't be surprised if Joseph took you over this desk." "Shut the fuck up." Robert laughs at my embarrassment as his hand travels up my arm. "I can assure you I'm much better than Joseph." My mind goes to four hundred different places as I feel myself slowly give into his touch. Robert doesn't even try to hide how happy this makes him as he takes the cigarette out of his mouth and puts it out on the desk as he moves his face closer to mine. "Can I take you, pretty angel?" I can't find a way to speak, so I nod my head. 

Robert's lips are immediately on mine as he grinds his clothed erection into mine. The kiss immediately gets deeper and hungrier as I desperately grind my hips against his. He chuckles into the kiss as he looks at my flushed face. "You enjoying this angel?" I desperately nod as I grab onto his shoulders, desperate to kiss him again. Robert pulls back as I let out a slight whine. "I wish I could be more patient with you, but I got places to be, angel." Robert grabs me by the waist, practically carries me to the small brown couch in the corner, and drops me on my back. I try to catch my breath as Robert climbs over me, unbuckling his pants. "Pants off, angel." I quickly nod as I undo my belt, throwing my pants and shoes onto the floor as I see Robert drop his own on the ground. My stomach turns in knots as Robert bends closer to me, capturing me in another kiss. 

I feel his large hand suddenly wrap around my throat and press me into the couch as he lines up with me. "You ready?" I probably look like a desperate slut with how quickly I nod. My mind goes completely blank when he snaps into me, wasting no time as he grabs my leg with his other hand, snapping his hips against me. His cocky smirk never leaves his face as his dark eyes peer down at me. All I can hear are my moans as I arch my back to get closer to him. His hand around my throat squeezes slightly more as I moan out his name. "God, Robert." My breath is whispered as I try to catch up with my mind. Robert puts his face closer to mine as he stares me in the eyes. "Who's your fucking god now, huh?" "You, Robert." I could barely hear myself over how fast my mind was going as I felt my stomach start to form a knot. Suddenly Robert's hand on my neck pouches my face up, forcing me to look at the wall behind me. My eyes immediately find the large brown cross on the wall. "Feel good to get fucked in front of that?" "Yes, my god." 

I feel Robert get sloppy as he bends down and kisses me. "You gonna cum for your god?" I nod as I feel the knot in my stomach snap. I see stars as my legs shake, and Robert suddenly stops moving, feeling him cum inside me. He rests his forehead against mine as we try to catch our breaths. "Does it feel good to get filled by your god angel?" All I can do is nod as I let my body go limp for a while. 

Robert gets off me and puts his pants and shoes back on as I try to get up. "You should come by my place sometime, angel. We can have some more fun." I give a slight nod as I watch him leave. Then, as I slide my clothes back on, I stand up and call Joseph. I don't think I'll be able to work tomorrow.

[bellarkeselection]

YAY OBI-WAN REQUESTS!!!!!!!!!! *HAPPY DANCES* May I request a fluffy fic in which Obi-Wan Kenobi and fem!Reader (who is also a Jedi) finally get married and the Jedi Order is surprisingly okay with it (okay I may be massively optimistic about the Order being okay with it, but I love fluff)?

Changing Jedi Order

I feel like I'm about to puke from how nervous I am. I have broken the law - the code of the Jedi. The code that says you are forbidden to have any attachments, especially romantic ones at that. Obi-wan grabs my hand in his right spinning the wedding ring I wear on my left now. Two Jedi masters on the council are married. The council must be frowning upon us at the bad example we're setting for the padawan's and younglings in the Temple. The doors started to open where he whispered down to me with a kiss to my forehead. "I love you no matter what they say." Lifting my head up I stared into his blue eyes mumbling back when the doors fully opened. "I love you too." Entering the room I see my master, Yoda and Master Windu all gazes trained on us.

"Bend a knee Kenobi and L/n." Windu instructed pointing to the floor so I slowly bend down on my right knee. Obi-wan followed behind me never breaking eye contact with them. We haven't even been married twenty-four hours and they already suspected us. "Master Yoda, I understand if you're angry. But don't take it out on Obi-wan. Just take it out on me." I begged with pleading eyes to my master. He sits still in his chair raising his index finger at me. "Angry with you padawan, I am not. Judgements of your marriage to Master Kenobi the council will discuss." Sucking a lump in my throat my gaze shifted to my newlywed husband. Obi-wan tried to keep his nerves down but I can clearly see right through his tough demeanor.

Master Windu and Yoda turned to watch the other before rising to their feet. "Obi-wan and Y/n Kenobi, the councils judgment is that...you may remain in the Jedi Order and stay married." I nearly fell over in disbelief at those words. I never imagined that they would allow us to stay. I thought they'd make us give up our lightsabers forever. "Thank you, Masters." Obi-wan immediately responded with a bow before I run up hugging my Master without a thought. He slowly hugs back giving a smile back to me. Once I broke the hug Obi-wan picked me up and twirling me in circles of laughter. I grinned getting set on my feet resting my hands on his forearms. "I love you, Obi-wan." He wrapped his left arm around my waist tugging me closer to his embrace. His other hand resting to my cheek finally pressing his lips onto mine. "I love you too, Y/n Kenobi."

"Master Yoda, we're going out for a little while." I spoke tugging my husband out into the hallway grinning. Master Yoda looked to Master Windu resting his hands on his cane. "Powerful their children will be. Time to change the Order it seems." Windu nodded in agreement exiting the room. Obi-wan suddenly picked me up over his shoulder making me squeal uncontrollably. "Obi-wan, put me down!" He chuckled sitting me on my feet intertwining our hands together. He tugs me outside onto the balcony where the sun is just starting to set in the distance. "So I have been thinking about something darling. How many kids would you want?" I snorted accidentally draping my arms around his neck, climbing on his lap when he sits down. "Hmm not sure. Two maybe three. All I care about is getting to see a mini Obi-wan in the future. What about you?" He nuzzles his face into my hair beard ticking me a little. "It doesn't matter. So long as I get to keep being a Jedi and hold you just like this everyday." I press my lips to his laying my head on his chest, watching the sunset smiling like a child.

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Storm Clouds on a Sunny Day

***Oooooo Teen!MC! Thank you for the request @lovevictoire! Now, although I think I'm technically Gen z??? (I could be a millennial. I have no idea). I have like 0 sense of most pop culture and probably won't be able to write that classic gen z chaotic humour properly, so I'm not going to attempt. What I can do is the hurt/comfort aspect of this which I LOVE! So, let's do this. I hope you enjoy it. ((Oh and before I forget *hugs*))***

Summary: MC has always been a happy positive ray of light that brought joy with them wherever they went; at least that's what the brothers and the other exchange students would tell you. But when they suddenly start getting quiet and begin isolating themselves, everyone is concerned.

TW: descriptions of grief.

In the darkness of the Devildom, you were the sun.

Since arriving in the dark, cruel world of the demons, you had reminded them how to smile, how to laugh, how to love. With you around, it was like the brothers had another sibling again. For the other exchange students, you were a breath of fresh amongst all the horror and despair of the Devildom.

In short, everyone had come to love and be incredibly fond of the teenage human that; which is why they noticed instantly when you weren't acting like yourself.

For starters, you had skipped breakfast, which greatly concerned Beel. The friendly giant had to go up and bring you your food afterwards.

He gently knocked on your door with one hand as he held a plate with way too much food on it in the other. "MC? Are you awake? You missed breakfast."

There was a small curse from the other side before he heard some shuffling. The door cracked open to reveal you wrapped in a bundle of blankets. It wasn't until you looked up that Beel got a good look at your face and his stomach dropped.

Your eyes were tinged red with tear tracks stained onto your cheeks. Your bottom lip was still trembling from the effort of not breaking down into sobs. There was not a trace of the sunshine child that you usually were inside of your stormy sad eyes.

Beel's heart broke as you still attempted to give him a small smile and took the plate from him. "Th-Thanks Beel."

He kept a hand on the door to prevent you from closing it. "MC, are you alright? What happened?"

Your eyes widened a little and you quickly wiped at your cheeks. "I-I'm just not feeling that well. Can...Can you tell Lucifer I'm taking a sick day?"

Beel nodded as concern grew stronger and stronger inside of him. "Of course. Whatever you need."

You weren't actually sick, Beel could tell that much. What you were was heartbroken. Something had reached into your soul and shattered it into pieces. He to ask you what it was. He wanted to reassure you that everything would be okay. But instead, he let you close the door and hurried back to his brothers.

His brothers looked at him skeptically as he arrived, noting the lack of a tiny human alongside him. It was Belphie, however, who noticed the distressed look on Beelzebub's face. "Beel, is everything alright? You look upset."

Beel simply shook his head and looked over to Lucifer. "MC has asked me to tell you that they would like to take a sick day."

Everyone was instantly on their feet in worry.

"Sick? What kind of illness? I can get any medicine they might need and look up the quickest way for them to recover." Satan quickly stated as he began to move towards the kitchen.

Belphie nodded and picked up his pillow. "If they're sick, they'll need rest right? I'll go up there and help them sleep better."

Mammon moved to go with Belphie. "I'll come with ya. They'll feel better with if their favourite's there with them."

Belphie growled and shoved Mammon as Levi spoke up. "I-I mean, I doubt they'd want to spend the entire day with me, but at the very least I can provide them with some movies and games for entertainment. In fact, it might be easier if we just, um, m-move them to my room."

Mammon and Belphie were now snapping at Levi rather than each other.

Asmo scrunched up his nose in disgust and put up his hands. "Yeah, no thanks. I love MC, but I'll leave you guys to handle all the snot and vomit thank you very much. Tell them when they're healthy, I'll give them a spa day, just the two of us."

Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Boys, Beel hadn't even told us what is wrong with them yet," everyone froze and turned to Beelzebub. Lucifer nodded and gestured for him to continue. "As you were saying, Beel."

Beel shifted uncomfortably at the attention. "Right. So, I don't think they're actually sick."

Lucifer rose an eyebrow at this as an air of defence grew around him. "You think they would lie?"

Beel huffed in annoyance and shook his head. "No. I don't think they would. But when they answered the door, they didn't look sick. They looked like they were grieving," everyone breathed in sharply at the statement, but Beel continued. "They honestly looked like they had been crying since midnight. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't get any sleep at all last night."

Lucifer frowned and finally made a move towards the door. "I, and I alone, will go speak with them. We don't want to overcrowd them. In the meantime, someone please contact Simeon just in case they truly are sick and Beel misinterpreted it," he ignored the several shouts of protest as he walked to your room.

He knocked softly on the door twice before carefully opening the door. "MC? Beelzebub informed me that you aren't feeling-"

Lucifer cut himself off as he saw you hugging your knees to your chest in bed, sobbing your heart out. He quickly made his way over and sat down beside you, gently placing a hand on your back. "MC, what's the matter? I've never seen you this upset before."

You didn't answer. You merely turned towards him and buried your face in his chest as you clung to his shirt. Lucifer quickly wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

It was almost as if he could feel your sorrow within the sounds of your cries. The way they shuttered and cracked with every inhale and vibrated with pure agony on every exhale. You were trembling violently in his arms in a way that he hadn't felt since-

Since he held his brothers after Lilith's death.

Realization came to him as he glanced over and noticed the lightly crumped picture of you and another human on your side table. His breath caught in his throat and he held you tighter. "Oh MC," he whispered softly. "I am so sorry."

He held you there, letting your tears stain his shirt without a single care. He held you as your sobs softened into sniffles. He held you as your head lolled to the side and you finally gave in to sleep.

Lucifer had been about to fall asleep himself when he noticed the door open. Simeon, Luke and Solomon stood there with equal expressions of concern.

Luke took one look at your tear-stained face before a flicker of fury and angelic protectiveness flashed across his face. He opened his mouth to shout at Lucifer, but was stopped as a hand came over his mouth.

Solomon looked down at him sternly. "They're sleeping, Luke, and clearly in need of it. You don't want to wake them."

Luke huffed and slapped Solomon's hand away before going over to the bed and climbing in beside you and Lucifer.

Simeon pulled out a bag that clinked and clattered from the vials within it. "Satan had said that there was a possibility MC was ill?"

Lucifer sighed and continued to rub circles into your back while Luke gently dried your face with a handkerchief. "Unfortunately it seems the only illness they have is a broken heart." He nodded to the picture on the nightstand. "They appear to have lost someone. Today must be an anniversary of some sort that reminded them of it."

Both Solomon and Simeon's faces softened at the explanation. Simeon put the bag away. "I'm afraid I don't have anything that can help with that."

Solomon nodded. "It's a feeling I believe we are all familiar with," he stood in silent thought before snapping his fingers and grinning. "I know what will cheer them up! Some soup! It most certainly cheers me up whenever I'm upset. I'll go make them a pot right away," he smiled proudly as he left the room, missing the look of horror on everyone else's face.

"Oh my," Simeon began, "I better go supervise and make sure he doesn't accidentally poison them. Luke, do you wish to come?"

He shook his head and hugged you. "I'm not leaving them."

Simeon smiled fondly and glanced up to Lucifer who shrugged. "So long as he doesn't mind being the presence of a demon, I suppose he can stay."

Luke grumbled and continued looking at your hand as he held his up to it and compared sizes. "If they were able to fall asleep around you and you were able to comfort them...maybe you're not so bad."

Simeon raised an eyebrow in shock and laughed a little. "Well there you have it," he looked back to Lucifer. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

He nodded and watched the older angel leave.

@thegrimgrinningghost

Although the day was a rough one for you, there was not a second where you felt alone. There was always someone to hold you, to listen to you, and comfort you when you needed it most.

On days when sadness and despair threatened to cloud over the Devildom's only source of sunshine, the lords of the Devildom and your friends would be there to keep you warm until the sun could shine again.

***I hope you enjoyed this cute little comfort fic! Thanks again for the request @lovevictoire!***

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