#blue razz suits....yeah...

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SWEET CANDY

[crooked4913-blog]

Bathing Suits

TW: Past domestic abuse, specifically talking about how MC looks in each bathing suit option.

Which one did you pick?

Sans and Papyrus: “obviously pin-up inspired, it was red with a white polka dotted bust and a blue section that looked like high waisted shorts.”

You looked good in the suit that they picked, but of course you did, you would probably look good in anything. They just…hadn’t realized how many scars you had been hiding. In part it was no wonder that you got on so well with their rougher counterparts, but at the same time you were still so kind. Maybe Papyrus was cutting his other selves too much slack for coming from a bad place.

Red and Edge: “a blood red two piece, with high waisted bottoms that had the same lace-up pattern down your hips with glinting gold eyelets and a matching top that had a gold ring open over your cleavage.” 

Damn. Just Damn they thought you were hot before, they had no idea what you were hiding. Scars were signs of strength, of survival. Where they were from they would have had to beat potential mates off you with a stick. Edge wasn’t surprised that you had shown interest in him at all, you complimented each other perfectly. Red on the other hand couldn’t believe someone like you was actually willing to talk to him. 

Razz and Rus: “ a one piece in a deep crimson, but much more revealing with cut outs over your hips and a gold ring over your naval pulling the low cut top tight over your chest.”

Yeah…you were probably dead in their original universe. If you had to go through that in this one, the one that's supposed to be all sunshine and rainbows, then there was no way you lived in theirs…but you were alive in front of them now, and your Ex was never going to touch you again. 

Sin and Saffron: “a deep reddish maroon one piece , with intricate patterns over the chest, open zig zagging lace-ups down both sides, and long trailing see through fabric flowing down from the bikini bottom making an elegant train.” 

They of course knew that you would look gorgeous in the swim suit that they picked. Like a high ranked courtesan plucked straight from the royal harem. They had first hand experience with your scarred back, it reminded them of home nestled between deep maroons, it was cute to see everyone else react though.

Ginger and Nutmeg: “Didn’t go bathing suit shopping.”

Their first thought was that they can’t believe that someone who was supposed to be your mate would do that to you, how dare he? You were so kind, so sweet, the perfect provider. You would have been such an amazing partner to raise children with and he had thrown it all away and hurt you...but then their second thought was that the meat of your back would be tough now…what the hell was wrong with them?

[little-pondhead]

Rejected Threads Pt. 2

[This is a series where I post the bits and pieces I decided to cut out of their final fics due to various reasons. I welcome anyone who wants to pick this up and make it their own. You do not need to ask for permission to use it, but I would like to be tagged in whatever you make. Just so I can see it :) ]

[Everything here is unedited and may ramble at times. Enjoy!]

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For some reason, it never occurred to the Justice League that their resident Wonder Woman could have a living family. One that wasn’t from Themyscria, that is. It just never really crossed their minds. Diana Prince was a demigod, after all. But lo and behold, sitting before them was a smiling Diana with a small child on her lap. Someone sighed. This meeting just had an extra hour added to it. 

“Wonder Woman,” Batman said as a way of greeting. Sitting down next to his colleague, giving the little boy she was holding the side eye. The child looked no older than five, with pitch-black hair and clear blue eyes. He wore a pair of little yellow sneakers and a space suit costume-one of those orange ones from NASA. He had a death grip on a kid’s book about the solar system and was staring at the pages intensely. Overall, the child was adorable and seemed very focused on his book. But why was he here, in the Watchtower?

Diana shook her head adamantly and wrapped her arms tighter around the boy’s torso. “Absolutely not, Bruce.” She declared with a smug grin. “You can’t adopt this one. He’s mine.” 

“I didn’t say anything about adoption.” 

“You were thinking it,” She accused. And Diana was right. Bruce had been thinking about it, but who could blame him? At this point, adoption was a knee-jerk reaction.

Barry Allen, also known as the Flash, blurred right before their eyes as he dashed away to fetch something quickly and came back. “He’s so cute!” Barry cooed, crouching down to the kid’s eye level. The child, finally noticing the people in the room, blinked at Barry’s sudden appearance. “Hi, kiddo. What’s your name?”

The child stared at Barry for a tad too long before he looked up at Diana for direction. “It’s okay,” she smiled, taking the book from the kid’s hands so they could face Barry completely. “This is Flash, one of my coworkers, remember?”

The kid nodded, turning back to Barry. “I’m Danny.” He said shyly. “ ‘s nice to meet you.”

“Hi, Danny.” Barry gave the kid a blinding smile and fished something wrapped in napkins out of his pocket. “I’m the Flash, like WW said. I saw you reading that space book. Do you like space?” Danny nodded again fervently. “Would you like a moon cake?” He unwrapped the napkins carefully to reveal a slightly squished moon cake cut into four equal pieces. 

“But…” Danny looked confused. “ ‘s not the new year anymore.”

“Well, how smart are you!” Barry sounded genuinely impressed, and the whole room focused on Danny. “It’s okay. There are just some leftovers from the cafeteria. This one has mango filling. Do you like mangos?”

“Yeah!” Danny’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he bounced a little on Diana’s lap. “I like mangos, an’ strawberries, an’ razz-berries, but I never eat the razz-berries ‘cause tha’s Jazz’s favorite fruit.”

“Raspberries? Jazz?” Barry shot a glance at Diana, but she ignored him in favor of helping Danny keep all the crumbs on the napkins as he devoured the moon cake. 

“Wonder Woman, who is this child?” Clark Kent piped up, asking the question on everyone’s mind. “Is he your son?”

Diana wrinkled her nose. “Ancients, no! No, Donna is enough for me, thank you. Danny is my little cousin. Unfortunately, he got caught up in some nasty old magic spell, so I’m babysitting while his grandfather and guardians can reverse it.” 

“Spell?!” Clark was alarmed. 

Oliver Queen snorted and sat back in his chair, seemingly unimpressed. “Have fun with that. I’m not touching this issue with a ten-foot pole. I do not want to deal with any more magic hijinks this week.”

“No, seriously guys.” 

“Yeah, the giant green mealworms yesterday were enough for me.” Hal Jordan scratched his head. “I gotta admit, though, I never thought you’d have any relatives in the mortal world.”

“Am I the only one concerned about the magic spell part?”

Diana simply shrugged. “Danny isn’t exactly blood-related, per se. But it’s close enough.” Everyone could tell Bruce was just itching to grill her about what she meant. 

Martian Manhunter and Captain Marvel, who had both been absent until now, chose that exact moment to walk into the room, deep in discussion about intergalactic policies or something. As soon as Danny spotted them, he shot out of Diana’s lap with incredible speed and slammed straight into Captain Marvel. “MARVEL!” He shouted gleefully, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck. Captain Marvel, for his part, didn’t stumble and immediately brought up his hands to catch whatever had just assaulted him, but to everyone’s shock, Danny was freely floating with no issue. 

“What the-” Captain Marvel grabbed Danny by his torso and held him straight out in front of him. He squinted. “Danny?!”

“HE CAN FLY?!”

“Bruce put the adoption papers down.”

“Can someone explain what’s going on?”

“Yeah, I feel like we’re missing a few steps here.” 

“It’s like the author forgot her ADHD meds or something.”

“The what?”

Diana stood up, silencing the room. “Danny, we talked about this. No zooming in the Watchtower.” She scolded. Danny visibly drooped and floated away from Marvel’s grasp. 

“Sorry.” He mumbled. 

Clark made the time-out sign with his hands, desperately trying to turn everyone’s attention back to something important. “Okay, pause.” He insisted. “Let’s backtrack. Danny is your little cousin, and he got hit with a spell??”

“That would explain it,” Marvel mumbled, which was entirely unhelpful. 

Danny, bless his heart, had gotten over the scolding quickly and floated back over to Diana, snatching a box of space stickers from a baby bag that had gone unnoticed until now. He bobbed around, giggling and putting little stars and planets everywhere, especially the ceiling. Of course, he completely ignored the situation he had just created. Diana just sighed and rubbed her forehead, seeming to age ten years. 

“Yes, sorry, Clark.” Diana apologized. “Danny is sometimes hard to keep up with, and I have been a little scatterbrained this week. But, to start from the top, Danny is a superhero, and one of his rouges thought it funny to turn him into a little kid.”

Hal frowned. “A hero? What’s his name, do we know him?”

Diana shook her head. “No, probably not. He only protects his home and rarely gets involved in mortal realm affairs. His work is of the supernatural kind, so the JL Dark would have heard of him more than we might have. Well, aside from Captain Marvel, apparently.”

Marvel just shrugged in answer to the quizzical looks he was getting. “I’m the Champion of Magic. I work with the supernatural all the time. Danny and I are good friends.”

“Hn.” Bruce grunted. “What does the magic spell entail? You said his grandfather and guardians are working on reversing it?”

Diana pointedly ignored the latter part of the question, which did not go unnoticed. “Well, the spell itself isn’t all that complicated. It bends the timestream to make a bubble and then reverses whatever is caught in the bubble. This time, the victim happened to be Danny. So, in theory, we just need to find a way to pop the bubble.” 

“But…” Clark prompted. 

“But, Danny’s work with the supernatural has caused a few issues. He was granted to ability to work outside the timestream via a Time Medallion. Unfortunately, it was fused with his very being at some point, so the medallion and the spell are at odds with each other.”

J’onn, who had flown up to join Danny on the ceiling, hummed. “That does sound like a conundrum, as one would say.” It was odd looking at the two sit cross-legged upside down, but no one commented. Danny put a sun sticker on J’onn's forehead. 

“Sorry, can we go back to the part where Danny has a Time Medallion?” Barry raised his hand. 

“No. Anyway,” Diana smiled a little at the speedster’s offended gasp. Truth be told, she didn’t know much about the timestream, so answering his questions would be difficult. Time stuff always gave her a headache. “Danny keeps getting yanked in and out of the timestream, which makes it difficult to attend to his duties. So for his safety, our grandfather left him with me.”

The room was quiet as everyone digested this information. Diana was silently thankful that today’s meeting was a small one. The other heroes, like Aquaman and Cyborg, were out on their own missions. Not even one of Bruce’s many children was around, meaning questioning would be much shorter than if they were here. 

Finally, Oliver lifted his head as something occurred to him. “Did you just say ‘our grandfather’?”

The demigoddess merely smiled. 

“Oh my god, Diana.” Hal was twisting his ring anxiously as he caught onto what Oliver was thinking. 

Clark groaned, plopping down into a chair with his head in his hands. “Diana,” Clark really didn’t want this to be true. “Diana, isn’t your grandfather Kronos? The God of Time??”

Danny hiccuped and abandoned his makeshift solar system. Clark’s words had caught his attention. “Is grandpa here?” He asked excitedly. That was all the confirmation the League needed, and everyone sighed collectively. Honestly, no one knew how Wonder Woman got the reputation as the responsible one. She loved causing petty chaos, and it showed during times like this. 

“No, sweetie-” Diana began but suddenly cut herself off with an odd look. A moment later, Barry felt it. Something big was heading towards the Watchtower, using the timestream as a shortcut. He didn’t even get to shout out a warning before a swirling green portal opened up, and out stepped an elderly man with a purple cloak and a clock embedded into his chest. The whole room froze up. This was…something powerful. Ancient. 

That didn’t seem to matter to Danny and Diana, however. They were the only two to get up and approach the old man. “I stand corrected. Hello, grandfather.” Diana bent down to give her grandfather a hug. As she did, the man’s body shrank and morphed into that of a baby’s. 

“It is wonderful to see you again, my dear.” Kronos, the literal King of Titans and God of Time, hugged her back with his tiny arms, morphing into the form of a young adult as she let go. “Now, how is that rascal, Danny? Pandora has found something to fix this whole mess.” 

“Sorry, uh, Lord Kronos?” Clark winced at how weak and unsure he sounded. “Did you say, Pandora? As in, Pandora’s Box?”

“Call me Clockwork, Kal-El.” Clockwork turned into an old man again, and the cycle repeated itself. “I am not truly the Titan King you know of. Kronos was split upon his defeat, and I am the piece that became the physical manifestation of time. But yes, Pandora from legends. She is one of Daniel’s guardians and has been scouring her archives for some time now. She believes to have found a solution to this matter, so I have come to retrieve the young king.”

“Sorry, young king?!” Oliver screeched.

“Yeah! ‘m a king!” Danny crowed, practically glowing at this point. Wait, he was glowing. “I beat the bad king an’ put him to nap. Now I get to play until nap time is over!” 

Clockwork just sighed fondly. “Sure, Daniel. Let’s go with that. Say goodbye, Pandora is waiting.”

“Buh-bye!” Danny waved enthusiastically, and before anyone could move, the room was engulfed in a bright green light. When they finally blinked the stars out of their eyes, Diana, Danny, and Clockwork were all gone. So were the baby bag and stickers coating every surface Danny had reached. The only sign that they had been there at all was the little sun sticker still on J’onn’s head and the crumb-filled napkin on the table.

Bruce sighed. Obviously, the day’s meeting was going to take much longer than planned. “I’ll get Constantine on the phone.”

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Final ficlet can be found here: Time Gives And Takes

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[i-am-hoo-iyam]

Drinks

Yes I mean THOSE kinda drinks. Their pirates. They enjoy a good drink after being out at see a few months and finally getting back on solid ground for a bit.

@mega-punani

“LAND HO! Uh land Ho? Oh right. Sigh. Olly olly oxen free and stuff…”. Blue popped up from a barrel. Navy wriggles out from under bear where he was sleeping with his back in the sun and shook him awake. Red wriggled out of a cannon. Cinjimon crawl out of a sack of now mashed potato’s. “MY POTATOES!” Bear looked mad. Stretch came from the garden where he had found papyrus hiding under a couple sacks of soil. “Oh hi red I didn’t know you were playing. Need a lil help getting out of that cannon?” “I’m not playin your stupid game. I was fixing something inside the cannon. And yes I could use some help”. Stretch helped pull red out of the cannon, where he was covered in soot. He sneezed, and now stretch was covered in soot too.

Sans came out from his nap and found bear threatening to drop cinimon in the water, stretch cowering in a corner overwhelmed with navy, red in his birthday suit washing his clothes at the laundry station right hen and there, blue running from a swarm of bees thdt has made a hive in the barrel, and papyrus and razz lowering anchor. Cash and edge were in their rooms reading books. Cash has fallen asleep and diddnt hear land Ho and edge, being edge, chose to ignore it, knowing the sillier crewmates we’re playing hide and seek and might try to rope him in.

Sans got cinimon abxk to safety. Blue smacked right into bear and bear scooped him up and hid him under his shirt from the bees and just looked at the swarm of bees stinging him. He pulled out a flamethrower and the remaining bees got as far away as they could. “You can come out now”. Blue crawled out from under bears shirt. “Thanks. Hey why is it raining ash?”

Sans looked concerned. “Hey bear you know your covered in stings right?” “So?” “So dosnt it hurt like hell?” “I got a high tolerance to pain” “arnt you gonna do SOMETHING about it?” “I did. I torched the bees so their gone now. Upside for me is fresh honey!” “I mean about the stings”. “Oh…” bear pulled a few of them out while wincing and then got distracted by papyrus.

Paps had a couple stings but the remaining bees were being really gentle with him as he carefully moved what was left of their hive and the queen to a crate. “My garden has flowers jn it, so you can all have as much pollen as you want! I’ll make sure the others don’t hurt you again ok”. He gently stroked the queen with one finger, who wiggled her butt, and then placed them next to one of his garden beds in the crate.

“Whoa how’s you do that, bro?” “No fire. Just gentle. That’s how. Now we can have fresh honey more than once! Perfect for bears tea!” “Your amazing paps your the most gentle person I know. You could take a dog with rabies”. “I did the tone time remember? I tamed it so the vet could safely put it down without the gun. Now. These stings I did get REALLY HURT WAAA”. Sans sighed and helped his crying brother treat his stings. Then he made bear hold still so he could treat bears stings despite bear saying he was fine and dandy and sans was wasting his time.

They finally got off the boat into shore. They all immediatly headed to the local bar. “Man it’s been so long since I’ve had a good drink!” “Same!” “I wonder if they have soda!” “Sissy”. “WHAT DID YOU CSLL ME” “guys please don’t rile up blue. But yeah you kinda are a sissy”. “Navy! Do you think I’m a sissy”. “We’re both sissies. Stretch is a sissy too hey what are you doing with your guitar KONG OW!” “CAN TALK GO FOR 5 GODAMN MINUTES WITHOUT PICKING FIGHTS?” “No” they went back to fighting and sans face palmed.

They got to the pub. “It’s been a long day. Gimmie something strong”. The bartender gave sans a jar of red sauce. “I’m not a sissy! I want your strongest drink”. The bartender raised an eyebrow but gave blue a can of tomato paste. Really strong stuff. Stretch pointed to a bottle of honey to order it. “Tomato paste? Eh… I want some of that spicy mustard!” The bartender gave red a bottle of spicy brown mustard. “I’ll have the same”. Razz got the same. “Hi I don’t drink do you have Coca Cola?” The bartender slid a glass of coke to papyrus. “Anything with cinimon in it!” “Cinimon is a spice for food…” “oh”. “But I DO have some apple cider with cinimon in it! Fresh squeezed right here! Is it ok that it isn’t alcoholic?” “Yeah! I don’t drink either”. “I’ll have what he’s having but bigger”. Bear pointed to blue, who was making a face while red laughed and teased him. “GAH THSTS S-STRONG! But I c-I can handle it!” The bartender gave bear the same size. “That stuffs so strong we don’t give it in large amounts”. Edge had what sans was having. Cash was bumming whatever he could and gambling. Navy had an Arnold Palmer ( iced tea with lemonade)

“Uh blue are you ok? That one might be a bit strong for you”. “I’m hic fine! See I finished the whole thing I’m not hic a sissy at all hic”! “You diddnt have to chug it to prove that!” “No I’m the strongest one here hic bartenders r Gimmie another.” The bartender looks highly unsure but gave him another. Sans stopped the bartender. “Don’t listen to him he doesn’t know what he’s getting into… blue why are you staring at the stage-oh no”. “Cmon Ittl be fun hic!”

Sans went first before blue could do anything embarrassing. Singing was fun and an ice way to relax after a long day. “Daisyyyyy daaaaisy give me your answer doooooooooo”. The pub cheered him on. He finnished the song up and red shoved him off stage. “THERE ONCE WAZZA SHIP THAT WENT TA SEEEEEEE THE NAME OF THA SHIP WAS THA BULLY A TEAAAAA THEM WIND BLEW UP AND DE BOW DIPPED DOWN OH BLOW MA BILLEH BOIS BLOOOOOO!” The pub went wild. Blue grabbed thre mic. “SEWWWWWEWNANANANAN MAY THE WELER HIC GO TO BWING US SUGAH AND TEA AN RUMMMMM ONE DAH WHEN TEH TOUNGIN IZZA DUN WE TAKE YO MAMA IN BED”. The crowd laughed really hard and red turned even redder than the drink made him.

“GEDDOFF THE STAGE, DRUNK ASS! Ahem before the boat had hit ta wadder tha whales tail came up and caught her hands to the deck they harpooned and fought her” “”when she dived down looooo!” Sans joined in. “Soon may “YO MAMA COME WHEN I FLAUNT MY ( censored)” “BLUE SERIOUSLY GEDDOFF THE STAGE LISTEN TO RED!” “Noh! I don’t wanna be a chicken hic I don’t wanna be a duck” navy joined in “so (censored) my butt!” Sans grabbed them both by the collars of their shirts and threw them off stage. “AND DON TRY COMMIN BACK!” Blue shrugged and spin a circle before falling down on his face and laying there.

Navy sat down to poke him with a stick. “Poke. I’m ok hic. Poke in ok urp. Poke I’m ok hic. Poke I’m ok hic” “WOULD YA CUDDIT OUT! WERE TRYINA DUET THE WELLERMAN HERE!” Red threw his empty bottle at them. While they were screwing around on stage, besr was on his third tomsto paste. This big muscly human who was as big as him had finished five of the strongest human alchahol drink and was betting bear 50 bucks to do the same. “Cmon buddy 10 bucks for each drink! Are you a sissy or are you a MAN like me?” Bear finished 6 drinks and was cut off by the bartender as he was very green “in not hic strong like urp youuuu! In fucckin stronger!” (Ha had 6in total). The guy got mad and jumped on bear and they started fighting. People stopped watching the stage and cheered them on.

“FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT” stretch grabbed cinimon, papyrus, and navy, who was still poking a now passed out blue with a stick, and got the hell out of there. They hid in a 24 hour diner a couple blocks down. “Heh you guys look like you’ve had too much to drink without drinking at all! On nights like tonight I can hear them from here!” The waiter on duty gave each of them a cup of coffee. “This one and this one only snd a night upstairs in our hotel room is on me. Cuz I’m feeling nice and you all look like you’ve had a day. But don’t expect any more free stuff”.

Back at the bar, sans and red were trading fists after red finnished his third mustard and started hitting too many bad notes. Blue was looking for a container. Bear had projectile vomited on the guy and the guy did the same and the bartender kicked them out for having too many drinks. Edge was sitting in the corner just wanting to enjoy his drinks in peace. Razz was walking into thr wall and turning around and walking into the bar and turning around and walking into the wall and turning around and walking into the bar and turning around…. Cash had went to the bathroom to hide in a stall from a bad deal but they just stormed in after him and now they were all destroying the bathroom.

Sans woke up with the worst headache he ever had. “Oh god what happened where am I?” He looked around. He was in the hotel room sharing a bed with everyone else. Bear and blue were in the bathroom uh I’ll spare the details, and everyone else was passed out on the couch or the bed. Red woke up. “Oh god that was terrible. My fuggin head won’t stop pounding. We should do it again sometime!” “Yeah and drink even more next time”. Blue from the bathroom: “NO”.

[nataliedanovelist]

ROTTMNT - The Apocalypse That Was, But Never Is ch.2

After a lifetime of rebelling against the Kraang, Casey Jones II has a lot to adjust to. He can handle real food and new clothes just fine, but having his parents alive and well and right in front of him is entirely new - and slightly terrifying - territory.

A fanfic dedicated to @fanficmaniatic and @soundwavemain for creating a beautiful idea that I decided to push a little bit further. You can read the premise here.

Posted on AO3.

Ch.1 - Ch.3

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It took two weeks of healing, patience, and relaxation before everyone felt back to normal, at least normal enough to enjoy pizza again. By the time they were ready to reward Casey for saving the world by giving him a slice, New York had rebuilt itself and the humans were recovering better than expected.

The day after Raph crossed the bridge with one-hundred-twenty-six boxes balanced on top of his head, Casey got to participate in his first sparring session with the turtles.

“Alright, junior,” Raph razzed, pulling out his sais. “Show us what you can do!”

Casey nodded with a smug smile, pulled down his mask, and readied his chainsaw-hockey-stick. One by one Mikey, Leo, Donnie, and Raph attacked Casey, who either blocked with his chainsaw, dodged by swinging on his grappling hook and swinging around to kick their shells, or used his hockey stick to make the opponent duck and then left-hooked them in the jaw.

“Nice job, Casey!” Leo complimented.

Casey grinned; it didn’t matter how many times his master reassured him, old or young, it never quite lost its effect on his confidence. “Thanks, sensei!”

“Sorry, boys, but I gotta borrow Casey,” A voice said from the entrance of the training hall, and April stood there.

“Uh,” Casey lowered his weapon. “Sure, commander. What’s up?”

“I’m taking you out to get a new wardrobe!” April said excitedly. “We gotta get you something else to wear besides apocalypse attire.”

“Uh, okay. Thanks!”

“Have fun!” Raph called after the two of them.

“Don’t talk to strangers!” Leo advised.

“Everyone is a stranger!” Mikey added.

“Make sure you go before you leave!” Donnie instructed. “The restrooms up there are filthy!”

Casey and April rolled their eyes, and went about their little adventure.

April took Casey to a second-hand store, where the time-traveler marveled at the rows and rows of clothes he could choose from. Coming from a world where clothes were scrapes and whatever you could make or find, this was almost overwhelming, which is why April didn’t take him to the mall or time Square. That and she was on a college student’s budget.

And so under the 80s music and behind the chipped door of a changing room, Casey tried on several outfits while April sat in an old moth-eaten chair. He tried on a red long-sleeve, an army-green sweater, a white t-shirt with a blue jean jacket, and also a torn black hoodie with no sleeves with a long-sleeve gray shirt, all the while trying on different blue jeans and black pants, and keeping his wraps and gloves on.

“Nice!” April complimented. “Wanna try something new?”

“Like what?” Casey asked, shrugging.

April grinned, and soon Casey modeled more extravagant styles, like a second-hand suit with a baby-blue tie, a red-leather jacket with a ridiculous amount of pockets, and even a yellow t-shirt with the number six on it, making April laugh, as no offense to Casey, but yellow was not his color.

“Alright, I think we got a good start for you.” April said in line, checking her phone, while Casey held the pile of clothes in his arms. “Black pants and blue jeans, some t-shirts, two different jackets… We’ll stop by the store for some shampoo and socks and other stuff.”

“Uh, thank you so much, commander.” Casey behind the pile in his arms.

“No problem,” April said, pocketing her phone, and asked, “So, commander, huh?”

“Oh yeah!” Casey’s black-beetle eyes shined with excitement. “You were our fearless leader! Under Master Leonardo’s guide, you lead us through dozens of successful raids!”

“Sweet!” April fist-pumped the air with a hiss of excitement. “Was I like your super cool aunt, cuz I’ve always wanted to be the aunt that gives candy and tells stories about their parents. Or was I a super badass type that you couldn’t talk to unless it started and ended with ‘sir’?”

Casey’s cheeks turned pink and he admitted with a smile, “Nah, you and I were cool. You and Mom were best friends, so we hung out a lot. I remember you letting me sit on your shoulders while you went over battle strategies, and Master Leonardo says you taught me my second swear word; Mom taught me my first.”

“Aw,“ The young journalist admired. “Well, I’m glad we were cool. So, if Cassandra’s your mom, who’s your dad?”

Casey’s face dropped a brick.

April shook her head and waved her question away. “Sorry, that was stupid, don’t worry about it.”

“No no, it’s okay… I just didn’t really know him.” Casey admitted. “He died when I was a year old.”

April looked mournfully at her friend. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Casey mumbled. “Just add it to the list of people I lost to the Kraang,” But he then smiled weakly and added, “But thanks to Master Michaelangelo, I have another chance.”

April smiled and gently corrected, “Thanks to you, we have another chance.” And she turned to the cashier, now next in line, and started to unload Casey’s load.

Casey appreciated April’s comment, but he couldn't help but dwell on his past as he held his wrist and looked at his gloved hand and wrapped lower arm.

Why was it so hard to accept he had everything he ever wanted right in front of him? Besides, the timeline had been changed. It never happened.

But it did. To him.

~~~~~~~~~~

From a distance, one would think a giant boulder was sitting at the edge of the dug-out tunnel, but in actuality it was a big snapping turtle mutant, holding his knees, head buried in his arms, completely shielding himself from the cruel world.

Cassandra walked down the tunnel, a pack on her shoulder, and waited until she was a few feet away before pulling out sealed beef jerky. “Here, you’ll need your strength.”

Without looking up, Raph accepted the snack, but resumed his original position, not in the mood to eat, despite his empty stomach.

Cass sat next to him and pulled out some jerky for herself and began to eat, tweaking off the plastic with her teeth, hoping leading by example would help him gain some appetite, but also wanting to be by his side and be of some aid in his darkest hour.

“I’m so sorry, Raphael.”

Raph sighed, tired and defeated.

“He was the first person to ever truly believe in me.” Cass recalled gloomily. “The only one who saw me more than a recruit for nothing less than a violent, sneaky cult.”

Raph snorted. “That’s one way to describe the Foot Faces.” He muttered, lifting his head ever so slightly to look at Cass. His eyes were bloodshot red, matching his torn mask.

Cass chuckled, remembering something, and said, “Did you know you weren’t even allowed to have a name? They didn’t want you to stand out in any way. Your identity was with the clan and the clan only.”

“Really?” Raph clarified, lifting an eyebrow. “That’s stupid. Cassandra’s too good of a name not to use.”

Cass looked away and breathed, “Thanks.”

Raph looked down at the beef jerky in his hand, telling himself he needed to eat - he would be no use to his family if he starved - but the image of holding his father’s limp hand haunted him, and the idea of eating anything made him want to throw up, his throat tightening and his stomach twisting with emotions, his eyes stinging with unfallen tears.

The snapping turtle buried his face in his arms again, breathing hard to try to feel better. He thought he had already cried all his tears, but apparently not. Cassandra watched him, feeling sorry for him, and with no other idea of what to do, and desperate to help someone she really cared about, she used her free arm to hold Raph’s bicep and rub his tight, sore muscles.

It wasn’t much, but Raph was beyond grateful that she was there.

~~~~~~~~~~

Casey, dressed in blue jeans, black sneakers, gray t-shirt, black hoodie with no sleeves, and wraps and gloves, raised a fist to knock on the door, but he froze, knuckles trembling, and lowered his hand and turned away, holding the sides of his face. “I-I-I can’t! I’m not ready!”

Raph walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. She’ll be cool about this.”

“But I’m not cool about this,” Casey tried to explain, his eyes pricking with tears. “The last time I saw my mom, Professor Donatello was pumping blood into her and Master Michaelangelo was holding me back from… f-forget it!” Casey stopped himself, seeing the look of horror on Raph’s face.

“Hey hey, look at me, Jones. Look at me.” Raph blended his knees a little to meet the human’s eyes, holding him by the arms gently, then said, “I know you lost a lot in the past, and I’m sorry, but you’ve got a family that’s here for you. Yes, it looks a little different, and yes, we’re different from the people you remember and loved, but I promise you, that whenever you’re ready, whatever you decide to do, we’ll be here for you.”

Casey shut his wet eyes, smiled and nodded, and he and Raph started walking down the hall of the apartment building, where April, Splinter, and the other turtles were waiting. But as courage built and Casey braced himself, he ducked under Raph’s arm, ran towards the door, and rang the doorbell, standing dumbfounded at his own actions.

Cassandra opened the door in her gray sweatpants and hockey t-shirt. She raised an eyebrow at the teenager at her door and said, “Sorry, but I have a vacuum cleaner that works, and I’m too broke for charities or fundraisers.”

Casey’s face turned red and he pulled on the collar of his t-shirt. “Uh, n-no. I… uh, I’m… Um, wh-what I mean to say is… um…”

April hurried to Casey’s side and greeted with a loud, “Cassandra! CJ! MY main queen! What’s shakin’, bacon?!”

“This should be fun.” Cass said, leaning against the doorway with an amused smile. Say what you want about April O'Neil, but a day with her was never boring.

April chuckled nervously, then put a hand on Casey’s trembling back, and said, “Cassandra Jones, I’d like you to meet Casey Jones.”

Casey wasn’t exactly sure how to start delivering the news, but she was a journalism major in college, and that was way better than anything Casey could come up with.

The last three weeks Casey had tried to imagine what his mom might do when she met him. Be confused? Be excited she’s a mom? Be bummed she’s a mom at eighteen? Laugh it off? Dismiss him? Accept him?

What he didn’t expect (but probably should have expected), was for once she learned someone else had her name, she pulled out her hockey stick, raised it for an attack, and screamed, “THERE CAN ONLY BE ONE!”

“CASS, NO!”

[catrasredemption-moved]

Adora and Catra returning to their spot up the Fright Zone some time after Prime's defeat? they only had time to race each other there while sneaking in to fight him but never had the chance to hang ...

“Hey.”

Catra smiled faintly, not looking back at her... well, the title was up for debate. “Hey.”

Adora slid up behind her, arms wrapping around Catra’s waist. “It looks so different, doesn’t it?”

“You mean it doesn’t look like a machinery graveyard?” Catra chuckled, leaning back against Adora’s chest. It had taken the better part of two years, but with a lot of logistical planning from Catra, magic from Perfuma, and hard work from the volunteers who had stepped up to help rebuild the Scorpion Kingdom to its former glory (a glory none of them were old enough to remember, so there probably wasn’t actually much resemblance). Instead of an orange, smog-filled sky and a pile of metal trash, they found themselves looking out at a beautiful horizon, the sun dipping beneath trees that were far too tall to only have been two years old, while people milled about in the village beneath what had formerly been the forge, but now served as the palace.

“So what, you come up here to reminisce about the good old days?”

Catra scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Good old days. Nah, I just needed a break from the crowd.”

A carryover from her time spent as part of Prime’s hivemind that would probably never go away - it was far too easy for her to get overwhelmed and caught up in her head, as if afraid she’d lose herself if she didn’t stay focused on her own sense of being. It had taken several panic attacks and Adora physically dragging her out of whatever large crowd they were in to finally figure out what was going on, and even longer for Catra to admit to it and accept that sometimes she needed to step away.

Adora was really proud of her for how far she had come.

“It’s weird, isn’t it?” She propped her chin on Catra’s shoulder, looking out at the kingdom before them. “This is kind of like... where everything started.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.” This had been their place for as long as they could remember. The place Catra had escaped to when she wanted to be alone and stupid, stubborn Adora wouldn’t allow it. The place they had their promise - you and me, together at the end of the world. The place they snuck to at night when they couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to risk waking up their bunk mates. The last place they’d been together before Adora found the sword and their lives changed forever.

And sure, they’d found new places. They had their own tower in Bright Moon castle, the highest one, which everyone knew not to step foot in without express permission. They had their suite, in a more private part of the castle (not something they had explicitly asked for, but Glimmer had suggested it knowing the usual hustle and bustle of castle life would wear on Catra’s nerves). They had a nice spot in the woods that was sometimes next to Razz’ house, where they could relax and enjoy the sunlight (and pie if Razz was there).

But this place - this particular spot in what had once been the Fright Zone - would always be theirs in a way nowhere else could ever be.

Catra nudged Adora lightly. “Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“You remember all those times I said I didn’t like you? I might’ve lied.”

Adora snorted, pressing her face into Catra’s shoulder. “I hope you were lying or this would be pretty awkward.”

“Right? Definitely a little weird.” Catra laughed. “But I’m going somewhere with this. Bear with me.”

Adora looked up, raising her eyebrow and gesturing for Catra to continue. “I love you. That’s... pretty well established, I think. And I know things haven’t always been... easy for us, and a lot of that is my fault, and I’ve been trying to do better-”

“Catra,” Adora cut her off firmly. “Is this another self-hate thing?”

“No!” Catra said quickly. “I’m going somewhere with this, I promise. I’ve tried to be better, for myself, and for you, and I’ve messed up a lot, but I want to keep trying. With you. If you’ll have me.”

Adora’s mouth was hanging open, her mind completely blank as Catra reached into her jacket pocket. “I know there are traditions and stuff, but I don’t have much that isn’t also yours, so I kind of cheated a little, and it’s kind of dumb, but..”

She produced a small pin from her pocket. It was a beautiful and detailed replica of the failsafe, colored in shades of blue and pink and white. Adora was so entranced, she almost missed what Catra was saying. Almost.

“Marry me?”

Her eyes snapped up, meeting Catra’s scared, hopeful gaze. She laughed, a breathless, thrilled noise, and threw her arms around Catra, nearly knocking them both over the railing. “Hey, careful! A cat can only fall so many times-”

She was cut off by Adora kissing her. They stood like this for a moment, framed by the sunset, completely lost in their own world.

“So... is that a yes?”

And thus the spot became the scene of another important moment in their lives. Another first in their shared lives.

But certainly not the last.

[angrylizardjacket]

the view from halfway down // charlotte&lola // 6 [Finale]

Summary: Lola sees Charlotte again, how strange.

A/N: @misscharlottelee i feel like this could be expanded upon, but i like the kind of open-endedness to it. i hope you like it!! also to everyone else... there’s time travel, read gabs stories to know more (also just read gabs stories please and thank she’s v talented)

"You look like someone I used to know," Lola goes to apologise to the woman she's stopped on the street who's the spitting image of a young Charlotte, reminding herself that in this day and age, Charlotte would be either dead or sixty, but the woman looks startled, looks caught out, and after a beat she fixes Lola with a calculating stare.

"Do I know you?" The woman isn't hostile, seems genuinely curious, and fuck she even sounds like Charlotte. Every woman in LA kind of sounds like Charlotte, Lola has to remind herself, just as the woman gives a strange little smile, "you look really familiar."

"I get that a lot," Lola gives a laugh, "I'm Lola Sixx; have you seen The Dirt? It just came out -" but as Lola speaks, the woman's mouth opens in surprise, and her eyes widen.

"Lola." No-one in the world says her name quite like that, apart from one Charlotte Lee. "I'm really sorry, I have to -" the woman starts, forcing a smile all of a sudden, "I did see The Dirt, it was great, it was- that's definitely how I know you-" words spill from her in a suddenly frantic mess, but Lola knows better, knows the truth in her heart, that Charlotte, this strangely-young, strangely-alive, strangely-here Charlotte is the same Charlotte she's been mourning for forty years. 

"Charlie, you look great," the words come out like a startled gasp, because what else is there to say, this can't be real - "am I going crazy?" Lola asks with half a laugh, and the nervous, flighty look on Charlotte's face melts to something soft. 

"You're not going crazy," instinct kicks in and already Charlotte's reassuring Lola, stepping in, a gentle hand on the older woman's shoulder; "do you remember that one weirdly themed birthday I threw for Razz?" Charlotte asks, and Lola's brow furrows for a moment before her expression lights up, "well if I rightly remember, that was the night Razz told me he was going on tour, and you and Nikki pulled the shower curtain railing down when you were having sex in the tub;" and its all coming back to Lola as clear as day, her vision clouding a little with tears as she smiles fondly at the memory, "and we were all dressed up like Razz, remember? Peach had died Vince's hair."

Even a devoted fan wouldn't have been able to sleuth out information that detailed, and with Charlotte's identity confirmed, Lola surges forward, wrapping her in a hug.

"I almost didn't recognise you with the suit," Charlotte's words muffle against Lola's shoulder, while the older woman was shaking with emotions she hadn't even realised herself capable of feeling.

"Charlie, holy shit," are all the words Lola can form, and Charlotte hugs her tighter. 

"Yeah," she answers weakly, a slight tremor in her voice. Lola's tearing up, but her grip's still like iron all these years later, which Charlotte takes comfort in. "Lols, you look so old!" Charlotte hears herself say, but only regrets it for the barest moment before Lola's pulling away, beaming. 

"Who would have thought I'd make it this far," she snorts, and gently dabs at her eyes, "let me buy you lunch." She insists, and Charlotte, who isn't quite sure what reaction she was expecting, but this wasn't it. Maybe she'd been expecting waterworks, or for Lola to start outright freaking out, but here she is, smiling, offering her hand, and Charlotte's half worried the reality hasn't hit her yet. With a strained smile, Charlotte takes her hand.

"Sure, sounds great," but the nervousness bleeds through her words and Lola's expression falls.

"I mean, if you'd rather, we don't have to do it somewhere public; I could cook us something, I'm sure Nikki would be so glad to see -" she tries, giving Charlotte's hand a gentle squeeze, but Charlotte shakes her head vehemently.

"No."

“Because you don’t think I can cook, I swear it’s been -” but Charlotte’s giving her a guarded look, not the least bit amused, and the realization hits Lola. She can't help her soft gasp, “no-one else knows you're here, do they?"

Charlotte shakes her head.

"Not even Penny?"

"This," Charlotte can't look Lola in the eyes, "this isn't the place to discuss this." But she doesn't let go of Lola's hand, "let's get lunch." She agrees, and lets Lola lead. The space between them feels like eons, and Charlotte's marveling at just how much Lola's changed, how stable she seems. She's carrying a purse, wearing a well-tailored black and she thinks she catches a glimpse of a red sole on the bottom of Lola's heels. She looks like she's got her shit together. There's still more earrings in her ears than months in the year, but Charlotte finds she's just glad Lola's not lost her personality in the modern world.

For all the internet articles and Instagram stalking Charlotte has done, none of it compares to seeing Lola before her, alive, successful, well-balanced. Of course she knows about what’s happened, all of Lola’s kids, her brief stint as Tommy’s wife and current status as one of Penelope’s legal guardians, but it’s jarring to think that only a few months ago for Charlotte - which was forty years for the rest of the world - she’d seen Lola passed out in a gutter outside of Izzy Stradlin’s house; times certainly have changed.

The cafe Lola takes her to is surprisingly rustic, and the man at the server's desk gives a warm smile before he leads both women out the back, to a more secluded back area littered with plants and sunlight, so green in the middle of the grey and blue urban jungle. He brings them a pitcher of ice water and two glasses and promises to be back after they've had time to look at the menu.

"They do a great lychee and apple juice," Lola's surprisingly nonchalant as she picks up the menu, but Charlotte's just watching her.

"They do?" And there's a hint of a laugh in Charlotte's voice, but absolute sincerity in Lola's answering nod, "you're so... grown up." Charlotte muses quietly, taking a hold of the menu on it's little wooden clipboard. Lola doesn't say anything, just makes an amused noise in the back of her throat, Charlotte's brow furrows; "you're taking this all surprisingly well."

"I've gotta say, I feel very vindicated right now," Lola smirks, still looking at her menu. 

"Vindicated?"

"I knew you were somewhere, I knew you weren't dead." Finally meeting her gaze, there's that recognizable spark of mischief in Lola's eyes and Charlotte feels her heart in her throat. Lola drops her gaze again, "have you seen Penny?"

"Not in person," Charlotte admits, and finally looks to the menu, "she's so gorgeous, Lols; she smiles just like Razz." And it's said with a chuckle, which Lola echos, before humming in agreement. "I think that's kind of why I never wanted her to see me, here and now that is..." Charlotte admits, "coming back without him, it would feel right, even though I couldn't control it, you know? I don't want to... mess her up."

"I always did what was best for her, always what I thought you'd want for her," Lola tells her sincerely, before asking tentatively, "so you... you know about Razzle?" She asks gently, and Charlotte nods, sighing deeply, "I'm so sorry, Charlie."

"Don't apologise, it was, what, forty years ago?" Charlotte forces a smile, but Lola drops her menu and reaches over the table to give her hand a reassuring squeeze. Charlotte's forced expression turns sad but genuine, "I lost everyone at once, Lols, I've taken my time to grieve, I promise." 

"I can't even begin to imagine what you've been through," Lola tells her, before frowning, "were- were you alone or -?"

"Peach and Eileen were are here too, still wreaking havoc, as we always do," Charlotte says with a smile, and Lola's face lights up, and then, suddenly, all at once, everything comes crashing down. In the back corner of a little, out of the way cafe, Lola, almost sixty years old, bursts into tears. She's babbling apologies, face in her hands, and the last thing Charlotte ever wanted to do was be the cause of Lola's sadness, but she's lost, trying to comfort Lola when she knows that no amount of comfort would help, that she just needed time to work through all this new information.

"Penny is older than you," Lola finally finds the words through her tears, and Charlotte's shocked into silence; strange as it is, she'd never really considered that, "how in the fuck am I supposed to reconcile these facts in my head? Because I've been talking to your gravestone for fucking years, and now you're here and you look the exact same as the last time I saw you; my oldest kid is older than you too, did you know that? The fact that you're here, looking the way you look, fuck, I know I'm going crazy, I know." 

The waiter goes to approach them, but immediately turns back around to give them space. 

Charlotte moves from her chair, tears in her eyes as she wraps Lola up in a hug.

"My mind doesn't believe it's really you; I know it is, because I'd know you anywhere, but it just... it doesn't make sense."

"I know." Charlotte murmurs, "I'm sorry; I never wanted to leave you guys, I promise, I promise." Which only makes Lola cry harder. "It was out of our control, Lols -"

"I know, I'm sorry I'm such a mess, it just... it doesn't make sense, and I'm just like, remembering every single time Tommy and I told Penny that you were out there, looking for her, loving her, and I was fucking right and part of me never thought I would be. We did a whole donation drive to raise money to try and find you and the girls, even though your fucking parents were telling us to let it- let it go," her head's resting on the table now, and Charlotte's got her forehead against Lola's shoulder blade.

"I'm so sorry, Lols, I never wanted to make you sad -"

"I'm just sad that you missed so much; none of us deserved that, least of all you."

"Tell me about them."

"What?" Lola's crying stops for her confusion, and she looks up; Charlotte's wiping the tears from her own cheeks.

"Tell me about all the moments; everything worth remembering, I wanna hear about them from you, not from the internet, not from a movie, from you," she paused, before giving a half smile, "or would you rather talk to my empty grave?"

"You, Charlie, fuck, always you."

[odderancyart]

Being Pretty

For @kyuko-chan. I hope I managed to at least fit your prompt a little.

HSAU

”And you remember what you’re supposed to do?”

With an eyeroll, Razz glared down at her mother. Although Mrs Valkyria was slightly shorter than her, she met her gaze without an ounce of hesitance, and her strict expression – the pursed lips, the light frown – didn’t as much as twitch. Her mother’s honey-blonde hair was in an elegant braided bun on top of her head, a style as old as their country.

Mrs Valkyria stared at her until she nodded shortly, resisting the urge to take a step backwards. “Smile. Don’t say shit.”

Giving her a smile, Mrs Valkyria stroked her cheek, and Razz flinched away. Who did she think she was, what gave her the right to be affectionate after just telling her she wasn’t fit to even speak in polite society anymore? That she didn’t behave like a Valkyria should.

So she simply shouldn’t speak.

“Good, darling.” A look of displeasure washed over her face. “And if you absolutely have to bring that boyfriend of yours, or your friends, make sure they follow the same rule, or I will not hesitate to throw them out. I doubt they know how to behave in polite society.”

The implications were all there. Because Blue was middle class and of common blood, and Fell and Red were immigrants, they shouldn’t be allowed among the cream of society – the noble, the politicians, the blue-blooded like them.

Clenching her fists, Razz resisted the urge to spit out the words on her tongue: how her friends were better people than Mr and Mrs Valkyria, despite their royal ancestry, would ever be. And it wasn’t like they were even royalty anymore anyway. The monarchy had been abolished. The only reason their dynasty even was left was because her great grandfather been too cowardly to die standing and instead had signed all the letters of abdication. No one had any right to the throne anymore.

Mrs Valkyria stared her down before nodding. “Go get changed then, darling. The guests will start arriving in three hours.”

With a last glare at her mother, Razz twisted around and ran upstairs, her boots thundering against the marble staircases of the old manor. She threw the door to her room open, and Blue jumped in alarm where she was sitting on her pink and white bed covers.

Unbeknownst to her parents, her friends had already arrived a good while before. Fell, who was lounging in the armchair in the corner of the bedroom, looked up, frowning. “You okay?”

Slamming the door closed behind her, Razz shook her head, dropping down on the bed. “No. Fuck. I hate them.” She put her arms over her face, turning everything dark. “You know what she said? You’re unfit to even speak. Just stand around looking pretty. I hate them.” The parents that had spent most of her and her brother’s childhood away, leaving them to be raised by staff. The parents who still thought they had any fucking right to tell them what to do and how to do it. “Can you even believe her nerve?!”

Blue ran her fingers through Razz’s ash-blonde hair, her own black, coiled locks falling in her face as she leaned forward, those and her dark skin a stark contrast to her ice-blue eyes. “I’m so sorry. You deserve better.”

“I know. I do.” It was soothing, Blue’s fingers in her hair. Sighing, Razz dropped her arms and stared up at the ceiling before turning her gaze to Fell.

Just like Blue, Fell had black hair, though hers was straight. Her dark brown eyes shone with hidden anger. “I still think you should just leave,” she said.

Razz let out a sardonic laugh. “Like they’d let me. I’m still a minor. They’d just send the Police to get me back.” She sat up. “Better just get ready. Get pretty.”

Sure, she enjoyed being beautiful, most of the time. She enjoyed seeing people in awe over her elegance, even when she was wearing combat boots and ripped jeans. But right now, she was so tired of it. It wasn’t fun anymore. It hadn’t been ever since her parents came home, ever since they started demanding nothing less than perfection.

Her friends followed her over to the two white doors leading into her walk-in closet. The closet was a room all for itself, a utility room rebuilt for this purpose. There was no way she’d fit everything otherwise. She did have a wardrobe on the other side of the room in which she kept her most commonly used items, but she also had to have somewhere to store the fashion her parents threw on her constantly. Like the ball-gowns.

There was a whole rack filled with gowns in their bags, protecting them from dust and any mice that might get in here. In a house as old as this, they were unavoidable. With a practiced hand, she ran her fingers over the bags until she found a dress fit for a dinner party like the one tonight. A sleeve-less midnight-blue gown with a high neck. A small rebellion no one but her mother would pick up on. Midnight-blue was the mourning colour, but the past hundred years or so it had become much more acceptable to wear it to every-day business.

Which was great, because her parents still kept to the belief it was only a colour to be worn when someone had died.

She pulled it out, before gesturing for her friends to follow her to the other side of the closet. “And here’s your clothes.”

A sleek, wine-red long-sleeved dress with black details for Fell and an orchid-pink suit for Blue.

“Ooooh.” Blue grabbed her suit, holding it up. It would fit her perfectly, of course. Razz had had it tailored specifically for her. “It turned out amazing.” Excitement glittered in her eyes as she turned to Razz. “Sometimes I love that you’re rich.”

A surprised laugh escaped Razz, and despite her anger she couldn’t help but smile at her friend. Great Mother, Blue always could cheer her up. It was difficult not to be enchanted with the way she radiated positive energy.

Fell took her own dress, smiling to herself. She wouldn’t ever admit it, of course, but Razz knew she appreciated it. It was the expensive kind of dress that her family couldn’t have bought themselves, so Razz was happy to do it for her. Both because she loved her friends and wanted to make them happy, and because her parents undoubtedly hated that she spent family money on them.

“Will you do my hair?” she asked her instead. Of course she could do it herself, but she enjoyed the feeling of them doing it for her. It was soothing in the best of ways.

“Obviously,” Fell replied, and she grinned.

At least right here, it felt alright. She left the closet behind and sat down into the armchair, Fell coming up after her and putting both their dresses on the bed. Then she grabbed a hairbrush and gently pulled it through Razz’s hair, and Razz sighed in relief as she dropped her head back.

“Sometimes I get so tired of being pretty,” she mumbled. “I know it’s my own fault for doing everything my parents hate, but I’m so sick of that being my only good quality.”

“Bullshit,” Blue said, grabbing her hand. “You’ve got so many good qualities. That you’re beautiful isn’t even in the top fifty.” She quieted. “But I know what you mean. Even though I’m the school’s football star, I know people expect that I’ll be nice to look at. It makes me very self-conscious when I’m not. Even though it’s directly after practice.”

“Yeah.” Fell had been quiet until now, but she nodded. “It’s suffocating, sometimes. My mum would kill me – and Red, of course – if we left the apartment with messy hair, even if we’re just going down the street to buy some flour to make bread.” She put the brush aside, grabbing some hairpins and ties, and started braiding.

Blue grinned, hesitance and determination mixing in her eyes. “You know what. Fuck everyone. On Monday, I think we all just go to school without giving a damn. All three of us. What’re they gonna do?”

After a moment of silence as she considered what that’d mean – going to school, going into public, after only doing hygiene and no beauty, with all its staring, judgemental people around – Razz chuckled quietly, a smirk on her face. “Oh, mother is gonna hate that. Let’s do it.”

As she pulled at Razz’s hair, Fell’s mouth curled into a grin. “Why the fuck not. I’ll take a page out of my brother’s book, then. Let’s not give a fuck.”

“So we’re doing it?” Blue asked, and when they nodded, she grinned as well. “Let’s give everyone a shock.”

Razz laughed. “Yeah. Yeah that’ll be fun. After tonight. I’m still definitely not showing up as anything less than perfect before the less than perfect before the mayor.”

“Fair, fair.” Blue hummed, hopping over to the other side of the armchair to sit next to Fell. “But then?”

“Definitely. Perfection is boring anyway.”

“Otherwise you wouldn’t be dating my brother,” Fell added dryly, and Razz turned around in the armchair, flicking her finger against her arm.

“Hey, that’s my boyfriend!” she protested, trying to hide her smile.

“I know. You have very questionable taste.”

With a giggle, Blue threw her arms over both their shoulders. “And on Monday we’re gonna prove it.”

[itsladykit]

I have soooo many in-depth vehicle headcanons for they guys and would love to hear any of yours if you have them!? What do they drive, any specific makes and models or even just vehicle colors they prefer?

Bourbon, I apologize. My vehicle headcanons are really very unsatisfying. So you get a drabble instead. 

“ya think boss’ll like it?” Red asked, wringing his hands.

Twist stood beside him, wiping motor oil off his phalanges. “ ‘course he will,” he said, “Yer the one givin’ it to ‘im; he’ll love it!” He clapped a hand on Red’s shoulder, jolting him a little. Red tugged nervously on his collar, but he smiled hesitantly, looking up at Twist. When he said stuff like that, it was actually pretty easy to forget that he was a Fell monster. One look at his face was reminder enough, however.

“thanks fer yer help,” he said, looking down at the ground as he twisted (heh) his collar once more, “couldn’ ‘a done it without ya. what d’ i owe ya?”

“A date with yer bro?”

“ha! hahaha! yer so fuckin’ funny. it ain’ happenin’ radish-head.”

“Yeah, well, it ain’ up ta you, is it, mustard-fer-brains?” He grabbed Red’s hood and pulled it up over his head and sockets, blinding him.

“hey—!” Red started struggling against the hand holding him in place while Twist laughed. “asshole!” he snapped, breaking free. He snarled at Twist, but faltered when the taller skeleton just smiled at him, sockets crinkled at the corners. Trying to recover himself, Red straightened his spine and brushed himself off, chin raised truculently. He shifted, trying to hold on to his righteous indignation, but eventually he huffed and punched Twist lightly in the side. “fucker,” he said, an accusation and a benediction at once.

Before Twist could retaliate, a black car pulled into the lot. Red froze, shifting nervously. The car was perfectly practical; both roomy enough to comfortably carry four people—five, if two of them were Sans-es—and good on gas mileage. It had a sleek design, at least, and it was pristine, inside and out. Otherwise, the car did not suit Boss’s tastes at all, but when they reached the surface, he had insisted that they needed something practical, something sensible. Even as he cast his gaze longingly at the sports cars, or when his eyelights dilated and flared when they caught on a speeding motorcycle.

Red sometimes hated his brother’s sensible streak—particularly when he denied himself something that he so clearly wanted. Sans and Rus had both bought their brothers their dream vehicles: a cherry-red convertible for Papyrus and a sleek, speedy sportbike for Blue. Razz, of course, had promptly bought the fanciest, flashiest sports car he could afford, while Blackberry had been delighted by his VW Bug, found and rebuilt by Twist. The flame decals were probably Twist’s idea, but Blackberry seemed to like them all the same.

Red just wanted his brother to be fucking happy for once! They were on the surface now! And if any of them deserved a little happiness, it was his little bro. So, Red had asked for Twist’s help. Working at the garage, he could keep his proverbial ear to the ground for something a little more suited to Boss’s personal tastes. And if it needed a little elbow grease to fix it up? Well, Twist was more than happy to help with that, and Boss would approve of their frugality. At least. That’s what Red hoped. “yer sure he’ll like this?” he asked as Boss climbed out of the car.

“Yep!” Twist said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Red wished he had the other monster’s confidence. “h-hey, boss!” he said, lifting a hand in greeting.

“What do you two want?” Boss asked, surveying them suspiciously.

“Got a surprise fer ya, sweetheart,” Twist said, then shoved Red forward. “That is, the little guy does.”

Red glared at him. Twist was just as culpable—if Boss was pissed, then he should share some of the blame. The unrepentant bastard had the gall to wink in response to his glare. Taking a breath, Red turned away from him and stepped forward, trying to grin up at Boss even as he rubbed the back of his neck uncertainly. “y-yeah. uh. ya wanna see?”

Boss glanced at Twist—who gave him an enthusiastic, but unhelpful thumbs-up—and raised a brow-bone. “Alright, what did you two do?”

“n-nuthin’ bad!” Red insisted, guiding him over to a shrouded shape. “ ‘s jus’…i thought ya might wan’ sumthin’ a little more your style. ya know?” With that, he pulled the cover off and revealed a matte-black motorcycle. Sleek and powerful, not at all flashy or gaudy. Boss didn’t say anything for a long time. He just stared and trailed a hand over the seat and handlebars, prowling around the bike. “d-do ya like it?” Red asked, fidgeting anxiously.

Boss paused in his circling, and a slow, genuine smile crept across his face. “It’ll do,” he said, the warmth in his tone revealing far more than his words.

For shitpost purposes, the elder brothers have:

Sans - tricycle

Red - trick bike

Rus - cozy coupe 

Slim - G.I. Joe Jeep (to shamelessly steal from @ollie-oxen-free​)

Twist - razor scooter (this was also Ollie’s suggestion)

I do reserve the right to replace any of these with a unicycle at any time, though. Because the idea amuses me and I can’t decide who I’d give it to.

Honestly, though, I figure the elder bros just teleport everywhere. Except Twist. Since he can’t teleport, he actually uses public transportation if he can’t walk somewhere. He likes to people watch.

[malk1ns]

december six: fake dating for the holidays || i modified this one a little bit to suit the ongoing story i'm telling!

Sidney blithely ignores all of Kris’ razzing after that stunt with the candy cane. He’d gotten Geno’s attention for sure this time, and Sidney knows how he works—Geno’s impulsive, quick to act on something once he thinks of it, so Sidney’s sure he’ll have Geno at his door sometime after practice.

But he waits, and Geno never shows, and the next day he won’t meet Sidney’s eyes in the locker room.

Frowning, Sidney heads out onto the ice and cuts a few loops to warm up, thinking hard. He thought being as obvious as possible about what he wants was the way to go, but—has he been misreading it, all this time?

He and Emma had fought so much over his friendship with Geno at the end. She hated how Sidney looked at him, and Sidney hated being called out—having his most closely-guarded secret skewered with such pinpoint accuracy. Emma had always been able to read him like a book, it’s part of what he loved so much about her—but in the end, he could never love her as much as he loves Geno, and she left.

Sidney can’t say he blames her, not really. It wasn’t fair, because it was a competition she didn’t sign up for and had no chance of winning.

But if he’s been wrong this whole time…

Sidney’s drifting over to where Geno’s stretching at the blue line with vague thoughts of trying to get him to commit to coming over after practice and talking, but Kris beats him there, dropping down into his own stretches next to Geno, leaning close to talk into his ear.

Kris looks over at Sidney once and scowls, and Sidney takes the hint and beats a hasty retreat to the other end of the rink, gathering a few pucks and firing at the empty net while he waits for practice to start.

“Idiot,” Kris hisses at him once as they set up for a power play drill. Sidney can only look at him helplessly before he has to turn and take the faceoff.

After skate, they get dismissed for the day; Sidney changes slowly, thinking about hitting the gym for some extra time on the bike to try and work out some of his confusion, but as he tugs on his shirt he notices Geno, fully dressed, hovering awkwardly near the door.

“…are you waiting for me?” Sidney asks, cringing immediately—he’s the only one left in the locker room.

Geno raises an eyebrow and takes an exaggerated look around the empty space. “What you think, Sid?”

“Whatever,” Sidney says, reaching for his sweatshirt and wishing he had a few more layers to throw on, anything to help delay whatever this conversation is going to be. “What’s up?”

Geno’s quiet for a minute, and finally Sidney turns from fussing with his gear to look at him. His ears are pink and he won’t meet Sidney’s eyes when he finally says, “You and Emma, you’re have the Christmas party again this year?”

And— Oh. Sidney really is an idiot. Damnit, he hates when Kris is right.

“Well,” he says slowly, “I probably will do something, yeah, but…uh, Emma moved all her stuff out at the end of summer. We broke up in August.”

Silence. Geno still won’t meet his eyes, but Sidney thinks some of the tension has left his shoulders.

“Sorry, Sid,” Geno says finally, glancing up at him quickly and back at his shoes. “I’m not know. It’s…” he trails off and shrugs one shoulder.

“No, it’s fine,” Sidney hastens to say. The last thing he wants is for Geno to think he’s heartbroken. “It was a long time coming, honestly, and…well, it wasn’t really fair to her. I wasn’t there for her like she deserves.”

Geno finally meets Sidney’s eyes. He’s chewing on his lip, but the corner of his mouth is tilted up, just a little. “Okay, Sid,” he says softly. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Sidney watches him back out of the room, then turns back to finally get his stuff together for real. He doesn’t need to get in an extra workout today after all.

a series of ficlets based on the prompts in this post—with a few added and modified to suit my purposes :)

december one: A lends mittens to B even though they are way too big but B is blissfully happy and doesn’t plan on giving them back

Sid’s insistence on being the most Canadian Canadian to ever live is gonna kill him one day, Zhenya thinks, watching idly from the bus as Sid subtly flexes his bare fingers after pocketing his sharpie, shifting back and forth on his feet and gamely making conversation with the fans who’d found where their bus was parked at the arena and asked for autographs.

They’d hit the jackpot—everyone was in a good mood after the win, so Jason had the group of three stand near the bus door, and as the team filed in they all paused to sign something, endure a little small talk, and maybe take a picture or two. Even Zhenya had ducked down and done his best to smile naturally for a selfie, trying not to grimace even though his knee was aching at having to crouch so low to get in the frame.

Sid, though. Sid had been last in line as always, darting outside with his curls still wet against his jacket collar, and of course he’d been stuck with the brunt of the fan adoration—and he didn’t have on gloves.

Finally, Sully leans out of the bus door with a smile Zhenya knows is as fake as Sid’s jawline, saying something Zhenya can’t quite make out; whatever it is, the fans disperse, and Sid finally gets on the bus, scowling at the sarcastic round of applause Zhenya leads.

“Fuck you all, sorry for being nice,” he snaps, which is weak even for Sid.

He makes his way unsteadily down the bus aisle, holding onto the seat backs as the bus rumbles into motion; a particularly strong jolt as they go over a speed bump almost sends him toppling into Zhenya’s lap.

Zhenya steadies him, but instead of leveraging him back into the aisle, tugs him down further, scooting over to the window and pushing Sid down into the aisle seat.

“Hey,” Sid protests, but it’s perfunctory, and as soon as Zhenya pulls his hands back Sid relaxes into the seat, curling up a little into himself.

Zhenya opens his mouth, a chirp about how Sid being too bottom-heavy to be so clumsy at the tip of his tongue, but he stops, eyeing Sid’s trembling hands with disapproval.

“Sid,” he scolds, hooking his foot around the strap of his bag and tugging it out from under the seat in front of him, “where gloves? Hair all wet, no hat, no gloves—you gonna freeze. Not smart.” He bends down, splaying his knees out and knocking into Sid’s, pawing through his bag until he finds his own gloves. “Here, put. Stupid, Sid.” He shakes the gloves in front of Sid’s face.

Sid wrinkles his nose and snatches them away from Zhenya, dropping one in his lap and examining the other. “I was fine, G, stop fussing, you’re turning into your mom. It’s warm in here anyway.”

“Put,” Zhenya insists, staring down his nose at Sid until Sid slips the glove on with an aggrieved sigh, tugging it as far down his wrist as he can.

He wiggles his fingers at Zhenya, then jabs his hand into the seat back in front of him. The material collapses until his fingertips hit the seat. “Jesus, your hands are big,” Sid observes.

Zhenya’s glad the bus is warm and he’s still got his coat on—an easy way to explain the sudden rush of heat to his face. Because that’s—Sid doesn’t mean it that way, Zhenya knows that, but when he says it like that, with his voice all low and raspy from yelling during the game, looking at Zhenya from the corner of his eyes, it sounds like a come-on. Zhenya’s heard less blatant lines in the gay bars he sneaks away to sometimes.

Sid’s still looking at him. His cheeks are still pink and chapped from the chill outside, and his hair is curling as it dries. Zhenya swallows, forces himself to poke his tongue through his teeth. “No, is normal, you’re just smallest,” he says, jostling Sid with a sharp elbow.

Sid rocks away, then back into Zhenya’s side. “You can think that,” he says casually, working his bare hand into the other glove. “Thanks, G. I’ll give them back to you later.”

“Okay,” Zhenya says, looking out the window and trying to ignore Sid’s thigh pressed along his like a brand. Sid isn’t cold at all.

[thorne93]

No Matter What (Part 10)

Prompt: Imagine you’re an Avenger and you meet Bucky for the first time during Civil War

Word Count: 3359

Warning: Language, fighting, violence, angst

Notes: This will follow Cap America: Civil War…. I envisioned a younger reader who’s like 19-24 years old, btw. Not beta’d - all mistakes are mine

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“Wake up,” Steve said to you two as he hovered over you. You woke up to find you Bucky's hand on your hip, making you feel things you probably shouldn’t. “Barton’s almost here. We have to move.” He glanced to Bucky’s hand briefly before turning to grab his boots.

“Alright,” you said with a groggy voice as you sat up, Bucky’s hand gliding off of you. The sensation of his touch leaving yours left you feeling somehow empty...

It felt like you slept five minutes.You were still exhausted.

You all jumped up, went downstairs, checked out of the hotel, and filed back into the car. Before you could even get settled, you were pulling into the airport parking garage, parking beside a van.

As soon as you all jumped out, Barton and Wanda were out of the van.

You ran to hug Clint, you hadn’t seen him in about ten months.

“It’s so good to see you!” you said in a hushed, excited whisper as he hugged you back.

“Hey, kid. Good to see you, too.” He let you go as you stood beside him.

“You know I wouldn't have called If I had any other choice,” Steve said.

“Hey man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt,” Clint reminded as they nodded to each other.

“Thanks for having my back,” Steve said to Wanda.

“It was time to get off my ass,” she noted with a tiny smirk. You grabbed her hand and squeezed it.

“How about our other recruit?” Steve asked as he gestured to the van. You had almost forgotten you were about to meet another friendly face.

“He's rarin' to go. Had to put a little coffee in him, but... he should be good,” Clint said as he slid open the door to behold a sleeping man. You stifled a giggle. He sat up and shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

“What time zone is this?” he asked.

“Come on, come on,” Clint urged and the man stepped out.

“Captain America,” he breathed in amazement as he went forward to shake Steve’s hand.

“Mr. Lang,” he greeted back.

“It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long. Wow! This is awesome! Captain America.” He let his hand drop as he turned to recognize Wanda and Steve introduced you to him. Greetings went around everyone as you seemed to gravitate back towards Bucky. He was standing by himself on the other side of the car, and you didn’t want him to be or feel alone. You walked over and held his metal hand for support and assurance.

“We should get moving,” he interjected, stopping the conversation that was flowing.

“We got a chopper lined up,” Clint informed.

An announcement came on and you heard your native tongue and recognized the greeting immediately.

“They’re evacuating the airport,” you and Bucky said in unison. He eyed you for a moment, probably wondering how you knew that.

“Stark,” Sam said with realization.

“Stark?” Scott questioned, frowning.

“Suit up,” Steve ordered.

You were able to find an access door that was unlocked that lead to an employee restroom that was unoccupied. Everyone had carried their gear to the bathroom and changed quickly. Afterwards, everyone met back in the hall.

“Okay, here’s the play,” Steve started, “Bucky and Sam are going to stay inside the airport. Try to get to the helicopter. If you can, get in it and go. If you can’t, find the quinjet. I’m going to try to talk to Tony, maybe he’ll listen--”

“And if he doesn’t?” you asked, fearing the answer you already knew in your gut.

“Then we go through him. He wants to bring us in, fine, but he can do it after we stop this guy and the winter soldiers,” Steve stated firmly. “Wanda, you stay back until we need you. Barton, I want you and Wanda together. You keep your eyes on me and stop Tony. Lang, I want you on my shield. Someone’s going to try and take it, probably, at some point. You need to be on it and be ready, can you do that?”

“Yes, sir,” he said confidently.

“Okay, good.”

“Steve?” His eyes flashed to yours with a question in them. “Me?” you asked.

“I want you with me. Hopefully, Tony will go easy if you’re out there. Maybe it’ll even make him stop to think.”

You nodded.

“Everyone good? Comms on?” Steve asked. Everyone checked their ear pieces. All was on and functioning. “Barton, you and Wanda set up over there,” Steve instructed, pointing to another parking garage. “Okay, everyone ready?”

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You and Steve walked out of the underpass to the parking garage. Your nerves were alive with fire. You didn’t want to face your friends. You didn’t want to hurt or fight any of them.

As soon as you made it to the private runway, the chopper just in sight, an electronic disabler was shot onto the chopper and you immediately stopped, tensing up, your heart racing in response.

Tony and Rhodes descended from the sky in front of you.

“Wow, it's so weird how you run into people at the airport. Don't you think that's weird?” Tony said as he turned to Rhodes.

“Definitely weird,” he said.

“Hear me out, Tony. That doctor, the psychiatrist, he's behind all of this,” Steve started.

T’Challa lept over a truck nearby and you got into a defensive stance. This king was in your book of bad people. He went after Bucky and Steve, that was something you wouldn’t tolerate.

“Captain,” he greeted.

“Your highness,” Steve said back.

T’Challa turned his head slightly to look at you but you glared at him.

Tony spoke up again. “Anyways. Ross gave me 36 hours to bring you in. That was 24 hours ago. Can you help a brother out?”

“Tony, listen,” you started, “you’re going after the wrong guy. Come with us, we’ll show you. Bucky didn’t do this.”

“What? Did he brainwash you too? I thought you were the smart one on Cap’s team, guess I was wrong.”

His words stung you worst than you thought they would. You choked back a few tears. Tony was never mean to you. Sure, he razzed you, teased you, and joked around with you, but he was never legitimately hateful or cruel. At least...he used to not be.

“As for you, Cap, your judgement is askew. Your old war buddy killed people yesterday,” Tony stated. For a brief moment, your stomach lurched. You didn’t know he had killed anyone. You thought the agents were simply knocked out...But that didn’t change anything. Bucky couldn’t help it. He didn’t have a choice…

“And there are five more super soldiers just like him. I can't let the doctor find them first, Tony. I can't,” Steve said with strong conviction.

Natasha was suddenly on the runway, speaking. “Steve... you know what's about to happen. Do you really wanna punch your way out of this one?”

“All right, I've run out of patience. Underoos!”

Out of nowhere, a guy in red and blue tights flipped over you two, stole Cap’s shield, bound both of your hands with some sort of webbing, then landed on a luggage truck.

“Nice job, kid,” Tony noted. A weird pang of jealousy rocketed through you as your eyes narrowed on the guy in tights.

“Thanks. Well, I could've stuck the landing a little better. It's just the new suit... Well, it's nothing, Mr. Stark. It's-It's perfect. Thank you,” the spider-kid said. Who the hell was this guy? You peered at him. He was young like you, clearly nervous, and enhanced. You should’ve liked him.

But he was on the wrong team.

“Yeah, we don't really need to start a conversation,” Tony said.

“Okay. Cap... Captain. Big fan, I'm Spider-Man,” he said with a salute. “Hi, Y/N. I’ve seen your work too. You’re a good fighter.”

“Thanks…?” you said as you perched an eyebrow up at the stranger, beyond confused why he insisted on having a conversation before a fight.

“Yeah, we'll talk about it later. Just…” Tony said, trying to calm the nervous kid.

“Hey, everyone,” he greeted with a small wave and you couldn’t help that your head tilted. You were nervous, anxious even, but his level of nervousness was beyond comprehension. Unless...he’d never been in a fight like this...That could be an advantage.

“Good job,” Tony commended.

Steve nodded his head. “You’ve been busy,” he noted.

“And you've been a complete idiot. Both of you. Dragging in Clint. 'Rescuing' Wanda from a place she doesn't even want to leave, a safe place,” Tony snapped.

“Hey!” you said angrily, Tony’s attention snapping to you. You were sick of his ego getting in the way of what the fuck was happening. “Clint’s a fucking adult, he could’ve said no,” you stated. “And why would anyone want to be chained to some place, Tony? How is keeping her locked up okay?”

“Because I'm trying to keep... I'm trying to keep you two from tearing the Avengers apart,” he responded, his voice breaking. You knew this had to be hard...but he wasn’t seeing the big picture.

“Us? You did that when you signed,” you said evenly, your eyes steeling on him.  

“Alright, we're done,” Tony said angrily. “You're gonna turn Barnes over, you're gonna come with us. NOW! Because it's us! Or a squad of J-SOC guys... with no compunction about being impolite.”

“You think that makes it okay?” you asked. “Tony that makes it worse,” you informed, a hint of sorrow in your voice, it broke on the last word. “You chose to take the government’s side over us. Just knowing that you’re even willing to arrest us...makes it that much worse. You’re siding with the government instead of listening to us first.”

“Because there’s nothing to talk about, Y/N. Don’t you get that? I don’t know what Cap and Barnes twisted up in your mind, but you don’t have to do this. You can still be on the winning side,” he said.

“Right, because winning is what matters to you, not being on the right side. Just whoever comes out ahead, right?”

Sam informed all of you that he found the quinjet. Immediately, you both raised your hands and Clint’s trusty arrows didn’t miss their mark. They broke the webbing and you were free.

“Alright, Lang,” Steve commanded. At that, Scott enlarged from the size of an ant, to his normal size, kicking back Spider-Man and taking the shield.

“I believe this is yours, Captain America,” he stated like a good soldier as he handed the shield back. You leaned forward to glance at him and smile and he nodded to you.

Stark found Clint and Wanda and headed for them as Rhodes found Bucky and Sam inside the airport. Cap threw his shield to deter Rhodes but T’Challa headed straight for Bucky and Sam.

“Barnes is mine!” T’Challa growled as he took off.

“Think again, kitty cat,” you said under your breath as your sights set on him.

This time, you were ready. No anxiety. No nerves. No fear.

You ran after T’Challa, wrapped your arm around his waist from behind, and hurled him to the ground. He threw you off before he rolled to stand up.

“Move, Y/N. I won’t ask a second time,” he ordered, as if it was supposed to intimidate you.

You moved into a fighting position and curled your hand to entice him. “Bring it on, hello kitty,” you challenged.

He jumped into the air and kicked at your face but you dodged it. You formed a lasso, wrapped it around his ankle, and yanked, fucking up his aerial movement so that he slammed into the ground. When he landed, he swiped your leg out from under you but you landed on your hands and back flipped into a standing position.

“You’ve been training,” he noted in almost an impressed voice. “Last time we fought, you weren’t quite this agile.”

“I just needed a reminder of what I was fighting for,” you said as you kicked up at him but he dodged it before punching at you. You formed a baton and began to smack at him, getting in a hit here or there before grabbed it and yanked, making the object disappear.

He continued to swipe, claw, and bat at you, but you dodged him. You wanted to look inside the airport to check on Bucky and Sam, to chance a look, but you knew doing so would give T’Challa an advantage and you couldn’t afford that right now. Finally, you got more of an upper hand as you flipped midair to kick T’Challa, knocking him back a few feet. It felt good to finally seem like an asset to the team.

At that opening, you ran away from him and out onto the runway, meeting back up with your team, breathing a sigh of utter relief when you saw Bucky wasn’t hurt in any way. Your legs were carrying you all rather quickly, until a beam of energy shot at the pavement in front of you, stopping your team from going forward.

“Captain Rogers,” Vision called out as he hovered in the air. “I know you believe what you’re doing is right, but for the collective good, you must surrender now.”

The rest of Tony’s team formed up underneath Vision.

“What do we do, Steve?” you asked, peering ahead at your friends...your family. You didn’t want to fight them. The people you lived with, trained with, fought with, laid your life on the line for. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go. You fight together, to keep the bad guys out of power...You don’t fight each other to keep each other out of the way…

You didn’t want to see anyone hurt anyone. Not just you, but Clint and Nat, Vision and Wanda. Sam and Rhodes. Steve and Tony. These were bridges of friendships that were about to be obliterated.

Before you, stood all of your loved ones. Literally all of them. there was no one else in the world you cared for like the Avengers. You never had a real home, real family, real friends, until them...And now you were going to get into a bloody, knock out, drag out, fight….because they’re egos mattered more than your friendship. Because being on the winning team mattered more than doing the right thing.

Steve started the march and you all followed suit. Soon, it turned into a jog, and then, those that could fly on each team, took off. You formed a glider and glided forward, ducking as T’Challa swiped his entire arm at you. You bent backwards as if you were doing limbo, and his hit landed on Bucky.

Enraged you turned around, and formed a baton and tried your damnedest to hit him off of Bucky but your impacts weren’t affecting him.

Vibranium suit….vibranium suit...it’s impenetrable but, it’s not immovable…

You formed a cord, jumped up on T’Challa’s back, wrapped the cord around his neck, and yanked. Finally, he responded. His body toppled backwards as Bucky stood up and got better footing and leverage. You ducked as Bucky went to land a punch square to T’Challa’s jaw knocking him onto his back but he flipped up and was upright again. They both started to hit and dodge until they got each other in choke locks.

“I didn’t kill your father,” Bucky informed as he stared at him.

“Then why did you run?” he accused. Bucky pulled his arm back and they started to fight again until you formed a long baton and knocked T’Challa’s legs out from under him.

“Are you serious right now?” you asked as you fought him. “Because you fucking landed on him on a rooftop and proceeded to attack him with razor claws. Who wouldn’t run from that?”

He moved around you and got you in a headlock. Now fear was setting in. Your panicked eyes flashed to Bucky’s, his face and eyes mirrored yours.

“Let her go,” Bucky commanded.

“Or you will do what?” T’Challa questioned.

You took the moment of distraction and flipped T’Challa over your shoulder and onto his back.

“She’ll do that,” Bucky said as he stood over T’Challa. But he hopped up, spun and kicked you hard into a packing crate. A sharp pain lashed across your spine. Along side you flew Bucky, landing roughly on his front side. T’Challa was there in an instant, his hand and claws near Bucky’s throat, but Wanda managed to manifest her magic and throw him far away from you two.

“Buck!” you said in a wheeze, still recovering from the impact. “Are you okay?” you asked as you crawled over to him and put your hands on his face.

“I’m fine. You worry too much about a guy who’s practically invincible,” he said with a smirk.

“And you worry to little about yourself who’s still mortal,” you reminded. You and Bucky got up and ran to take cover against some luggage handling vehicle as Steve stood next to a case of stairs.

“We’ve got to go. That guy's probably in Siberia by now,” Bucky stated.

“We gotta take out the flyers,” Steve stated.

“No, you get to the jet. The three of you. The rest of us aren’t getting out of here,” Sam responded back.

“As much as I hate to admit it, to win this one, some of us might have to lose it,” Clint said and you felt your heart ache at his words. The idea of any of them getting hurt was physically torturous to you.

“This isn’t the real fight, Steve,” Sam reminded.

“Alright, Sam, what’s the play?” Steve asked as you and Bucky stared at your friend.

“We need a diversion,” he said. “Something big.”

Just as you were about to offer to be one, even though it would kill you to be away from STeve and Bucky, Scott stated he had something big he could try. He said to run on his signal and to not worry if he tore himself in half.

“What? In half?” you said curiously.

“He’s gonna tear himself in half?”  Bucky asked, looking at you two.

“You sure about this, Scott?”

“I do it all the time. Well once… in a lab...and I passed out.”

You heard something strange, like rumbling or a thud, and felt the ground shake so you turned around to see a giant Scott towering over everyone.

“I guess that’s the signal,” Steve said, amazed and surprised.

“Ya think?” you asked as you all started to run like bats out of hell. You formed your glider for better speed, knowing you couldn’t trip if you were hovering. You were almost to the quinjet, it was in sight, it was so close. You just had to get there and take off...It would be just a matter of moments before...Vision fucked it all up.

Just as you were almost there, he cut the tower next to the hanger and it began falling but Wanda caught it and was doing her best to keep it afloat. You manifested a giant shield that went out like a wide umbrella over you, Steve, and Bucky, in case she couldn’t hold it. Something must’ve stopped her, because the tower came crashing down right on top of all of you, but your speed and shield helped pull you through the debris and falling rubble.

Only to find that Natasha was standing there, guarding the jet.

“You’re not gonna stop,” she stated as if she already knew the answer.

“You know I can’t,” Steve remarked.

“I’m gonna regret this,” she said as she moved her arm to point slightly beside Steve. You thought she was going to hit Bucky, but when her taser sticky grenade landed on T’Challa, your surprised face spun back to her. “Go,” she commanded softly. You three ran to the jet as fast as you could.

All of you hurled yourself inside as you buckled in and Steve took off into the air. He pushed the jet as far as it would go to get away from Tony and Rhodes.

[callmeakumatized]

My Girlfriend’s Boyfriend - Ch. 3

(( So, this would have been out sooner. Like, HOURS sooner, but the HUGE update that my computer was supposed to do ALL NIGHT LAST NIGHT failed without me knowing and decided that it would do it tonight. So yeah. But here it is as promised! I hope you enjoy. (3 ))

Huh. Well, that's cool.

Wait…what!?

Adrien could only blink. Nino chuckled and shook his head before patting his friend on the shoulder and walking away. Adrien reached a hand out for support as he leaned against the stairway above him.

Thoughts warred inside Adrien's head. While Marinette's crush on him had always been a suspicion of his, Adrien had given up trying to pursue anything with his classmate when Ladybug had started to reciprocate his feelings. The fact that Marinette still had a crush on his civilian self, even after three years of knowing him and two years of having a super-hot, superhero secret boyfriend (he honestly had wondered why a girl like that always refused to go on dates), left Adrien in a state of mental and emotional limbo. He wasn't sure whether he should be angry or extremely flattered. On the one hand, Ladybug liked both sides of him. That fact alone was enough to force spontaneous heart bubbles to pop out of his eyeballs. But on the other hand…Marinette seemed to still harbor feelings for someone else while she was already dating him. The fact that that person was also him was, in this case, quite irrelevant.

The pictures of Adrien Agreste plastered all over her wall for "inspiration purposes" suddenly made Adrien a little more embarrassed thinking about them now than when he had first teased her about the photos while Chat Noir.

"Inspiration purposes" my butt, Adrien inwardly grumbled to himself.

While there were a lot of serious decisions to be made that Adrien couldn't come to a conclusion on, the warning bell urged him from his rooted spot. His feet marched the familiar path of their own volition, cutting their way through the crowds to a classroom he did not want to go to, where he still sat in front of a certain blue-haired class mate who, he just now realized, had continuous staring access to the back of his head for the next two and a half hours.

He was, admittedly, quite jealous of this predicament.

What he wouldn't give to be able to stare at Marinette for the next two hours.

Goodness knows he sure enjoyed doing it when she was Ladybug. Now, having the girl of his dreams wrapped in the nice, cute package that was the essence of Marinette Dupain-Cheng gave Ladybug a realness quality to her. She already had been attainable to Chat – though he still felt like he didn't deserve her – but now she was literally in reach of Adrien as well. It didn't help the combatting feelings already warring in his mind.

Sighing heavily, Adrien turned around the doorframe of the classroom just as the tardy bell rang. As usual, Mlle Bustier merely scowled lightly to show her disapproval before turning her back on the class to give the students one more minute to settle in. Instinct and routine led Adrien through the motions. A fist bump as he past Nino, a sheepish grin to Alya, a friendly wave to Chloé and Sabrina, and a kiss on the cheek for Ladybug.

Completely normal.

Which was why he didn't understand why there was sudden giggling behind him, accompanied by a cat-call whistle from the back.

Adrien leaned his head on one hand, sighing again, before Nino punched him hard in the arm. Sparing a harsh look to the DJ, he spotted something else on the table: a small piece of ripped-off notebook paper with Nino's untidy scrawl.

You do realize you just kissed Marinette, right?

Ah, GEEZ.

The day did not improve from there. Adrien’s impromptu kiss had made it difficult for the entire class to pay attention to anything Mlle Bustier was saying, but this was especially more difficult for Adrien himself. Everyone else may just be enjoying a real-life soap opera, but Adrien was trying not to die of self-induced heat exhaustion. He didn't know it was possible for someone to be able to harbor so much blush in their cheeks, ears, and, for the last fifteen minutes, the back of his neck.

Because of course they had to be discussing Shakespeare for the duration of class today. And of course they had to have an in-depth discussion on The Comedy of Errors.

Please, Adrien mused to himself. Please, go on about how Adriana is married to Antipholus of Syracuse and mistakes his long-lost twin Antipholus of Ephesus for her husband and how he falls for her sister Luciana who thinks he is her brother-in-law. Because I am living this mess.

"…'How many fond fools serve mad jealousy'…"

"How many indeed,” Adrien scoffed to himself.

It was too late to rescind his second faux pas of the day. The only sign he had that something had even happened was Nino's snort. Adrien looked toward his friend, but Nino only shook his head and covered his face with his hat in embarrassment through association.

….He had said that out loud, hadn't he?

Lunch couldn't come soon enough.

Except, when it did come, Adrien spent the first half of it just trying to cool off.

The classroom he had picked was small, but it was empty and large enough to pace in. And pace he did, much to Plagg’s annoyance, though the Kwami said nothing (the fourth cheese wedge in his mouth may have helped with this).

After trying so hard to block out his memories of the morning, and not look at Marinette's face (or any other part of her, for that matter), and hurry out of the classroom before anyone could razz him about his multiple flubs, Adrien had only succeeded in further losing his grip. Literally. In a mix of nerves and rushing, Adrien had tried to grab his tablet's stylus to shove it into his bag. The pen did not cooperate. Instead, it was sent flying through the air. Cat-like reflexes made way for a cat-like spaz attack; arms flailing, Adrien missed catching the stylus altogether, but did manage to somehow slip out of his bench and onto the ground in a way that was anything but model-worthy. Grumbling, his own eyes were suddenly met by a familiar pair of big blue ones staring at him passed blushing cheeks.

"Uh, h-here you go, Adrien," Marinette said with a wavering, glowing smile as she reached a hand out to help him to his feet.

"Curgonewheya," Adrien muttered in a sad attempt at a response. There was no reason for this. He didn't know what he was even saying anymore. Unfortunately, because of this, neither did anyone else. The class started to laugh heartily at the so, so awkward exchange. Marinette tried to keep her calm smile, but Adrien noticed the mirth-filled twitch at the corners of her mouth. 

Mumbling a legitimate thanks to Marinette, Adrien grabbed her hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet. The touch of her skin did something to him that caused a serious lack of equilibrium. When he hurriedly turned away from her without another glance, he promptly tripped over the last stair.

Which eventually brought him here, silently suffering in an empty classroom. And of course, his thoughts could only focus on Marinette.

There was…skin. This fact swam through Adrien's mind in dousing waves. Ladybug really did have lovely, tangible skin that he could see and actually touch. This wasn't really a revelation, and it definitely wasn't a hormonal thought process. It was a realization that there might actually exist a close future where he could hold Ladybug's hand without the inhibitions of suits between them. And sure, maybe Adrien didn't exactly know how he felt about Marinette having a crush on Adrien while still dating him as Chat Noir, but the fact that this woman actually existed in a world where she was covered in pink skin and soft fabrics rather than a tough-shelled supersuit definitely was a swaying factor in the "I forgive you" category.

This is what spurred Adrien on to find Marinette after he had finished pacing in the abandoned classroom. He would find her, he would confess, and maybe, just maybe, he would be able to touch those delicate-looking, skin-covered fingers once more. And while the thought made him want to start planning a wedding while simultaneously making him sick enough to almost blow chunks, Adrien pushed on.

Now or never.

It was cliché. It was so cliché that it hurt.

Although that could just be because Marinette had full-on ran into him. But Adrien had caught the bluenette in his arms. Self-control was faltering. This was his girlfriend! He'd kissed her a thousand times! And she was here! He was holding her! She needed to know…she needed to know who he was; he needed to be able to really date this wonderful woman!

I see you're falling for me again, M'Lady.

That's what he had planned to say.

Instead, what came out was, "I want to date you."

A heartbeat passed where the two teens could only stare at each other.

Then the shy, puce-faced girl replied. 

"Okay."

Chapter Two Ao3 FF.net

(( I'm failing to see where any of this is going to go wrong?

Oh, what's that?

It already has?

Oh. Ok. Carry on. (8 ))

(( Dare I say it? I don't think this chapter was very good. And I'm sorry. It was better in my head? Oh well. Let's just keep going, right!? Heh… ._.;; ))

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[minijenn]

Universe Falls Preview 2

K so I’m making a little progress today. Idk when this chapter will be done tbh so don’t ask, but here’s hoping it doesn’t take me fucking years. As for this, mmm yeah I like it well enough. I’ve never written angst for Soos before so I gotta say its interesting to do so for a character who, let’s be honest, is usually a main source of comic relief. But anyway, here’s this: 

Fortunately, Soos was still in the dark about what was going on, quite literally seeing as how Candy had managed to blindfold him as she led him towards the party. “Alright, you promised a giant hummingbird, so I’m expecting to see a giant hummingbird,” the handyman remarked with an eager grin. Candy smirked as she exchanged a ready nod with the group peeking over the table, counting down before she yanked the blindfold off of Soos, allowing him to see the party for himself. “H-huh?!” the handyman gasped, somewhat alarmed as his smile instantly dropped.

“SURPRISE!” everyone shouted brightly as they jumped up from behind the table, rushing up to the very startled handyman.

“Happy birthday, Soos!” Mabel quipped exuberantly. “We’ve got everything you love: cake-flavored pizza, pizza-flavored cake-” Of course, as soon as she introduced these bizarre treats, Amethyst suddenly leapt onto the table, making good on her promise as she greedily and sloppily helped herself.

“…We’ll make more later,” Connie said stiffly after a moment of awkward silence.

“But for now, since you’re the birthday king, you get to wear these!” Steven exclaimed from atop Greg’s shoulders as he put a flashy crown on Soos’ head and a short red cape on his shoulders. “Dad made this awesome outfit suit for me and it brings me special birthday luck every year!”

“Eh, it’s just a little something I threw together after going to the craft store when Steven was a baby,” Greg shrugged humbly. “Still, I’m sure there’s more than enough birthday magic left in there for you, Soos.”

“O-oh… Well, uh…” Soos frowned fretfully, trying to avoid looking to the young Gem and his father as he looked to the cape on his shoulders instead. Still, no one seemed to notice his apparent discomfort as Mabel continued showing off the rest of the party.

“And we have one more treat for you…” she grinned, running up to the makeshift stage they had set up. She pulled the curtains open to reveal Toby Determined, clad in a tacky red leotard and a gaudy blue bow, tap dancing with an almost painfully awkward flair.

“Razzle dazzle, friends!” Toby exclaimed amidst his flashy dancing. “It’s the Razz-Dazzler! This is what my life has become!”

“I… I…” Soos attempted to speak up once more, his uneasiness growing more and more with each second, though he couldn’t really think of how to voice his many concerns at the moment.

“Quick! Everyone pose for the birthday smiles memory album!” Mabel exclaimed as all the kids rushed to do so.

“Ok, everyone, say ‘birthday’!” Greg grinned as he aimed the camera to snap the photo.

“Birthday!” all of the kids cheerfully proclaimed, though Soos oddly remained silent. Eager to see how the picture had turned out, they all gathered around to see it, though their excitement quickly diminished upon noticing that Soos was clearly frowning in what was otherwise a very happy photo.

“Soos, what’s wrong?” Dipper asked as everyone turned to the handyman, concerned.

“Yeah, don’t you like this super fun party we set up for you?” Steven asked with a curious frown.

“It’s, uh…  I-it’s nothing,” Soos quickly assured, though his deeply upset expression conveyed that it was likely anything but nothing. “I… um… I gotta go fix a pipe, o-or something…” Without sparing another word, the handyman turned on his heel and hurried off, his head lowered and his hands clenched into tight fists. Before he was entirely out of the vicinity, however, he did cast one more glance back over his shoulder, specifically at Steven still fondly perched upon Greg’s shoulders, before letting out a small, wistful sigh and disappearing around the corner of the shack.

“Huh, I wonder what’s up with him,” Amethyst remarked once he was out of earshot, the remains of the snacks she had eaten all over her face. “You don’t think he’s mad that I ate all his pizza cake, do ya?”

No one got a chance to respond to this, for amidst their worry over the handyman, Stan and Wendy happened to walk around the same corner Soos had just disappeared behind, both of them just as concerned. “Hey, did you guys see Soos?” Wendy asked the group with a frown, looking back in the direction the handyman had wandered off in. “What happened to—Oh, no,” She quickly cut herself off upon noticing the party, sharing an alarmed glance with Stan before she began to explain. “Ok, so you guys didn’t know so it’s not your fault, but Soos hates his birthday.”

“What?” the kids asked in bewildered unison, none of them understanding how anyone could despite their own birthday, especially someone who was usually so upbeat and cheerful like Soos.

“But why?” Greg asked, just as confused.

“It’s a total mystery,” Wendy said with a shrug. “I guess he’s been like this since he was a kid. Some weird personal biz or something.”

“There’s gotta be something we can do!” Mabel exclaimed intently.

“Yeah, isn’t there some way we can help him have a good birthday?” Connie asked fretfully.

“We’ve tried everything,” Wendy shook her head sadly.

“I even petitioned the government to have this day removed from calendars,” Stan interjected. “Because of that, I’m not allowed to fly on airplanes anymore.” The conman held up a mugshot of himself that was copiously stamped “banned” and “flight risk” to prove his point.

“Ohhhh, so that’s why they wouldn’t let me on that plane that one time I shape shifted into you!” Amethyst exclaimed with newfound understanding.

“Why were you trying to get onto a plan disguised as me in the first place?” Stan asked, raising a suspicious eyebrow at her.

“Hey, I have my reasons…” the purple Gem said with a mysterious smirk.

[that-random-grell-blog]

Kuro Pokemon Go- the shenanigans are real

Grell: so I've been thinking a. Since we're both Instinct, we get those other two and we take the Funtom gym. What do ya say Bas-chan?

Sebastian: ...... YOUNG LORD ILL BE BACK IN A FEW HOURS! Run. *both run out of the mansion*

Bravat: *already taking the Funtom gym*

Sebastian: oh god. It's you *sighs*

Grell: hi~! I'm Grell! *offers hand*

Bravat: *pauses for a moment. Silently shakes hand. Flips off Sebastian. Goes into the next round.

Grell: I like him. He's nice *smiles*

Sebastian: you're insane and you two are a match made in heaven.

Othello: *sitting on the roof, helping take the gym* of course my fighting type Mankey is good against that Snorlax! *chuckles evilly*

Grell: oh hey- the geek is here! *heads up to the roof to join Othello*

Bravat: I guess we're all Instinct then?

Sebastian: yep *says nothing else. Head up the roof*

Bravat: *looks at the ground. Then at the roof* help?

Ciel/Ciel R (Ciel R is real Ciel.): now at the gym trying to take it back from the misfits on the roof*

Bravat: this is entertaining to say the least. Nya~

Grell: they almost have it

Othello: *giggles* no they don't *throws golden razz berries at all Pokémon on the gym*

Sebastian: Othello- you are my favorite shinigami

Othello: sweet.

Ciel: why is this taking so long?!

Ciel-R: how many golden razz do they have?!

Ciel: too many if you ask me!

Ciel-R: WHO PUTS A SLOWKING ON A GYM WITH A BLISSEY, A SNORLAX AND A TYRANATAR?!

Othello: *trying not to laugh*

William: *joins the Ciels* Mystic?

Ciel/Ciel-R: *in unison* yeah. You?

William: that would be correct. Sutcliff, what are you doing?!

Grell: watching my Tyranitar hold a gym. What are you doing Will~?

William: *checks the gym* I'm going to assist in taking this gym out *begins to try and help.*

Othello: *keeps using golden razz* this is entertaining. Wonder if my hypothesis is correct....... it would be interesting-

Bravat: is he always that Geeky?

Grell: you ain't seen nothing yet. Anyways there's no way anyone can- the gym is a Valor gym now.

Undertaker: *standing by William. Puts a Rapidash on the gym. Heads off.*

Grell: William! That's him! That's the man that hurt me and Ronnie! *points at Undertaker*

William: *lifts an eyebrow. Hand ahis suit top to the twins Phantomhive. Begins chasing after Undertaker* GET BACK HERE YOU B-

Sebastian: I got the gym back.

Bravat: so um- how am I going to get down from here?

Grell: we could carry you down.

Ciel: SEBASTIAN YOU TRAITOR!

Ciel-R: BRAVAT GET DOWN HERE NOW!

Bravat: I think I'll stay up here

Othello: my hypothesis is now confirmed.

Grell: what was your, um, hypothesis?

Othello: that I would be hungry in an hour.

Ciel: we have to come up with a better plan. I'm almost out of potions.

Ciel-R: I have one revive left. I don't think we can take it back.

Ciel: oh hey Snake.

Snake: hello young lords Phantomhive- says Wordsworth

Ciel: what team are you on Go?

Snake: *silently adds a Pokémon on the gym. It's an Arbok- 3000cp somehow*

Ciel-R: he's a traitor too!

Snake: we are not! - protests Emily.

Snake: *on roof with other instincts. Also joined by Ronald*

Ronald: and the boss ran after him?

Grell: yeah. Highly entertaining.

Ronald: I knew he cared!

Grell: shut it Ronnie. That Spears Booty is mine.

Ronald: why do you say that?

Othello: they've been secretly dating for over 100 years and Grell is trying to get him to become public with it by chasing after other men.

Sebastian: wait. I'm just a pawn in your game to get Spears to admit you're dating?

Grell: a very attractive pawn

Sebastian: ...... I'm okay with that.

Bravat: *laughs and puts a golden razz on his Blissey.*

Othello: oh no.

Grell: what?

Othello: I forgot to golden razz the gym. They just took it down- never mind its Instict again.

Ciel-R: which of you gym sniped?!

Sebastian: wasn't us.

Ronald: senpai- isn't that lord death?

Grell: omg lord death just gym sniped *laughs*

Bravat: first five on the gym get it.

Snake: you can have our spot Black, says Emily.

Sebastian: aw. Thank you Emily. I'll make your favorite food for you all tonight.

Othello: I think you should dump William.

Grell: what?!

Othello: he doesn't respect you enough to admit to being in a relationship to anyone so he's not worth it.

Grell: but I'll be lonely again.

Bravat: I'd date you.

Sebastian: you- would date- a shinigami?

Bravat: what's your blood type?

Grell: A+

Bravat: yeah.

Ciel-R: what is an A+?

Ciel: you wouldn't know Cus you've never seen one on your homework.

Sebastian: ....... he's right about that.

Sebastian: I should take the young Lords and Snake home *gets off the roof with snake*

Ciel-R: Bravat! I expect you back at the mansion by morning! Got it?!

Bravat: of course Blue Star!

William: got him

Ronald: way to go boss!

Grell: hey William, I'm breaking up with you. Also team Mystic sucks.*dabs*

Othello: *almost falls off the roof laughing*

William: breaking up?

Grell: yep! And dating this beautiful hunk right here *motions to Bravat*

William: I can't wait to reap your soul, Mr. Sky.

Bravat: eh *shrugs* still can't take out my Blissey.

William: ........... *heads off*

Othello: *keeps applying golden razz to gym while working all night*

Next Morning

Grell: wow. Othello is dedicated to holding that gym.

Ronald: he wanted the coins to begin with. But now. I think it's just to piss the boss of.

Grell: that's the boss for ya. Anyways I got a date. See ya~

Ciel/Ciel-R: *at the Funtom gym, trying to take it back again*

Ciel: how many golden razz do they have?!

Ciel-R: too many. How many revives and potions do you have?

Ciel: Not enough. I don't think we can get it back.

Ciel-R: you could always order Sebastian-

Ciel: he's Instinct. It won't work.

Ciel-R: no. He could just steal their phones.

Ciel: he's not allowed in the shinigami realm.

Ciel-R: you need to inform me of this stuff.

Ciel: we'll have a sit down explanation sooner or later.

Ciel-R: but until then- isn't Tanaka a Valor?

Ciel: yeah?

Ciel-R: you thinking what I'm thinking?

Ciel: 99% likely.

To Be Continued~

[odderancyart]

Beautiful Lies

Cherryberry

AO3

Warnings: Domestic Abuse, Emotional Manipulation, Violence

Smutting on his glass of whisky, with one leg thrown over the other, Edge regarded his brother. They were sitting on the living room couch in his house, sunlight dancing in through the huge windows. Red had a glass of water on the coffee table instead of the whisky he had been offered: he didn’t drink anymore. Neither did he smoke. Or take place like he always did. Instead of spreading out on the couch, lounging and throwing his feet up on the cushions despite Edge’s complaints, he sat neatly, his hands in his lap.

“Do you want me to get some mustard?” he asked, keeping his voice gentle.

Red shook his head. “No thank you.” His voice was quiet, lacking the powerful, comforting loudness he’d always had. “How is work?”

It was worrying, to say the least. No thank you. When had Red ever been polite? A couple years ago, Edge would’ve readily agreed that his brother needed to stop smoking, stop drinking himself into a stupor multiple days a week. Now, however, he wanted nothing more than to offer Red whisky again, or beer, or anything he wanted. He’d even happily mix in mustard in it. But no, he couldn’t.

Where did you get those bruises? The question rested on the tip of is tongue. That one of them was scarred, injured, was once not even noteworthy unless it was serious damage. But they were on the Surface, in a Taleverse. And he’d seen the marks on Red’s arms before he pulled down his jacket-sleeves. He saw the red tint to his cheek. It wasn’t easy to bruise bone.

He didn’t ask. The last time he’d demanded answers, he hadn’t seen Red for weeks. It had almost killed him, and when he searched him out, his brother’s fiancé had in no uncertain terms told him Red didn’t want to see him.

“Good,” he replied instead, twirling the golden liquid around his glass. “We’re close to a breakthrough. I’m certain banning monsters from establishments will be illegal in no time. It’s a great step forward.”

Chuckling, Red nodded. It eased something inside of him, to hear his brother laugh. “You’re so cool, Pap.”

And where had his accent gone? Yes, it was a trained accent, not a natural one, but he’d been talking like gutter trash since he was a preteen. It shouldn’t go away just like that. Edge smiled at him, slowly reaching out to place his hand on top of the other’s. Red flinched.

“Would you like to stay for dinner, brother? I’m making lasagne.” It wasn’t what he’d planned to do, but it was Red’s favourite in his repertoire. Anything to keep him here for a while longer. He felt a pang in his soul as Red shook his head, fishing up his phone from his pocket and glancing down at him.

“Sorry,” he said, eyes flickering toward the entrance hall. “Blue is here. I’ve got to go.”

Closing his eyes for a moment, Edge nodded. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

When he opened them again, he found Red looking at him with concern, and he shook his head, standing up. “Let’s not keep your fiancé waiting.”

Red nodded his agreement. As they made their way into the entrance hall, Edge didn’t take his eyes off him. It scared him, how much his brother had changed. And it scared him even more that he could do nothing about it, because Red would immediately cut off contact if he tried. He’d already done so twice. Once Red had pulled on his sneakers, tying the laces neatly, Edge placed a hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at him in surprise.

“If you ever need somewhere to go,” Edge murmured, “no matter why or when, you’re always welcome here, you know that, right?”

Blinking, Red nodded. He smiled, but it was small, shaky. “Yeah.”

Edge nodded as well. It knocked on the door. Taking a deep breath, he reached out to open it. A skeleton was revealed, but not the skeleton he’d expected. Razz. Blue was there too, but out on the street, standing by his dark blue motorcycle. Edge watched him for a mere moment before turning to Razz, who was dressed in one of his work suits. Razz’s eyes widened as he saw Red, and even more so as he looked him over.

“I-” he began, cutting himself off. His eyes flickered up at Edge before they went back to Red. “Red.”

A shiver travelled up Red’s spine as he smiled quickly at Razz before glancing past him. Wondering how he was going to get out when Razz was blocking the door, most likely. “Hi.”

Unease coiled in Edge’s stomach as Razz reached out to put a hand on Red’s arm, and Red shook it off, drawing backwards into him. Hurt flashed over Razz’s face, but he didn’t try again. Instead he looked up at him. “I came to drop of some details about the upcoming hearing.”

“Ah, good.” Edge gestured for him to come in, and he did. Immediately, Red circled around toward the door. “Brother, are you certain you don’t want to stay?” You used to be best friends with Razz, even date him for a while. Now you will hardly look at him. Why?

Shaking his head, Red stepped toward the door, nodding toward Blue. Despite how he smiled, impatience was written over his face. “Blue is cooking.”

“Very well. I hope I’ll see you soon, Red.”

Red smiled at him, sincerer this time. His golden tooth gleamed in the sunshine. “I do too.”

Then he exited, hurrying over to Blue. Without exchanging a word with him, Blue handed him a motorcycle helmet, Red climbed up behind him, and they were off with a roar.

“Is he okay?” Razz asked, frowning.

Edge shook his head. “Not in the least.”

If only Red would talk with him, so they could find some evidence. His hands trembled as he turned to Razz. “Now what did you have to give me?”

…

The motorcycle came to a stop outside of their house. It wasn’t a particularly big house, but it had a small garden and more than enough place for two skeletons their size. Climbing off the motorcycle, Red smiled at his fiancé, though it fell when he saw the dark expression on Blue’s face.

“Sweetheart?”

Without a word, Blue locked the motorcycle in place before grabbing Red’s wrist and pulling him into the house. He hissed in pain as Blue’s fingers pressed against the bruises. He only let go to quickly unlock the door before shoving him inside and locking the door behind them. Red remained quiet the entire time, his soul fluttering anxiously. What had he done wrong now? What had he fucked up? Swallowing, he knelt down to take off his shoes before placing them neatly on the shoe stand. His fingers trembled as he waited while Blue did the same.

Once everything was in place, and Blue had pulled down the blinds over the windows – which increased Red’s trembling, it rarely meant anything good when they were down – he glared at him. Red fought to keep eye contact. Blue didn’t like it when he averted his eyes.

“Did you know Razz would be there?” he demanded, grabbing Red’s arms. Red tensed, his instincts screaming at him to pull away. He forced himself to relax. Good, functional people weren’t terrified of being held in place. “You’re not trying to cheat on me, are you?”

He shook his head frantically, soul skipping a beat. “N-no! No, Blue, sweetheart, I swear I didn’t! I wouldn’t, I love you, only you, you know that!”

“Do I?” Blue asked, staring at him. Red ground his teeth together, trying to keep his bones from chattering. The grip on his wrists hardened, sending a flash of pain through him, before it softened. “I suppose I do.” Red sagged in relief. “You did pull away when he touched you, which was good of you. You know I don’t like it when other people touch you. Especially not Razz. He’s a bad influence.”

“I know,” Red agreed, relieved he could show he was trying to be better, to heal. Blue was only trying to help him stop being such a Fellverse fuckup, and he loved him for it. “I love you.”

When Blue smiled at him, he couldn’t help but smile back. It was such a gentle smile, and Blue put his hand against his cheek, making him lean down so he could press a kiss to his teeth. “I love you too, Red. I’m only trying to help.”

“I know,” he breathed again, staying bowed down and nuzzling into his fiancé’s neck. Blue giggled as he intertwined their fingers, pressing a kiss to their matching engagement rings. Blue had proposed half a year ago, which was when Red quit his job as a teacher. As Blue said, he was unfit to be around children – he was violent, foul, a murderer – and Blue could provide them both with a comfortable life. “And I appreciate it so much. You’re so good to me, starlight.”

“I am, am I not?” Blue replied brightly, pulling away. Disappointment filled Red, but he didn’t reach out after him. When he’d tried that, he’d scared Blue, who’d thought his LV was acting up. Phantom pains flared up in his ribs at the thought, from when Blue had defended himself. “I’m going to cook, so why don’t you go clean up the living room like you promised?”

Red nodded eagerly. “Of course.”

The smile Blue gave him made his soul soar.

…

Dinner was delicious as always – Blue had made Beuf Bourguignon and beamed adorably when Red praised his food. Smiling, he scratched his fingers over Red’s leg beneath the table as Red shovelled food into his mouth. God he was starving, hadn’t had anything since breakfast, and the scent of warm meat and spices made his mouth water. Together with the sensation of Blue’s fingers sending sparks up his body, everything was almost overwhelmingly good.

His phone was on the table, and while they ate, Blue tapped in the code and scrolled through his messages. Not that they were a lot of those: a couple texts from his brother, Sans letting him know about an upcoming meteor shower, that kind of stuff. Just as he exited the text message app and went to open up Red’s Twitter, which he rarely used anymore, the phone blipped. Curiosity rose in Red but he didn’t lean over to see who it was. Blue had the phone right now. As he picked up the message, his expression went dark and he wrote in a reply, sending it away with a swish.

Red froze with a forkful halfway to his mouth as he saw Blue’s mood change. The phone was shoved in his face, and Blue stood, towering over him. “What the hell is this, Red?”

He pulled it far away that Red could actually read what it said. His eyes widened, a confused whimper catching in his throat.

Razz: Are you okay? Edge said you’re not, and he sounded very tired when he said it. Do you need legal assistance? I’ll do it for free.

Me: I’m perfectly fine. I don’t want to talk to you. Don’t contact me again.

“I- I-” Red began, struggling to get the words out. Especially as Blue shoved it into his face again, the light from the screen stinging his eyes. His breathing got heavier. “I don’t know, I swear. I didn’t do nothin’ ta make him- I didn’t do anything, I promise. I would never, sweetheart, I wouldn’t.”

A stinging pain flared on his cheek as Blue’s palm collided with it. “Shut the fuck up,” Blue snapped, planting his hands on the table. Red closed his mouth with a clack. “You obviously did something if Razz is wondering. You realize that none of them will understand, right? They won’t understand that I’m helping you, that I’m doing this for your own best. They’d try to take you away from me and regress you back to your old violent and horrible self, take away all the progress you’ve made. You’re almost civilized.”

Red nodded so hard his neck ached. Fingers closed around his jaw, holding his face completely still as Blue stared him straight in the eyes. His expression softened as he saw Red’s panicked expression. His soul pounded in panic, and his breathing had shallowed. They couldn’t- He couldn’t let anyone do that, take Blue away from him. He couldn’t.

Now cooing, Blue pressed a chaste kiss to the top of his skull. His fingers were still squeezing Red’s jaw. “You don’t want that, do you? Not now when we’re so close to being married. Together forever, you and me. You’ll be mine, body and soul.” He giggled, nuzzling Red. “And I’ll be yours, of course.”

Despite the uncomfortable pressure to his jaw, Red relaxed into Blue, his entire body sinking into Blue’s soft, perfect bones. He glanced at him through half-lidded eyes. At his bare arms, so perfectly white, and at his face, completely unscarred, teeth even. Blue was so good. So perfect. So beautiful. Self-conscious, he pulled down the sleeves of his jacket over his hands. Such a contrast to him. Scarred. Broken. Ugly. Why Blue wanted him, he couldn’t understand, but he was so grateful for it.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, guilt rising in him. Blue was so good to him and he made Razz and his brother think he wasn’t okay? “Whatever I did to make Razz think something is wrong, I won’t do it again, sweetheart. I’ll be better.”

“I know you will.” Blue’s fingers finally let up around his jaw and Red almost gasped in relief, opening and closing it a couple times. Blue pecked it. “That’s why I love you. Because you’re always working to better yourself!” He sat back down in his own chair, nodding for Red that he could continue to eat. Red did so. Every bite was full of Blue’s love and the magic and care in the food rushed through him, energizing him, healing his wounds. That was the reason Blue didn’t want him to eat things he hadn’t made: he wanted to keep track of the magic Red digested so it wouldn’t have any ill intent.

“But,” Blue added after a moment, “you won’t speak to Razz, you understand that? Or Slim, or those who interact with either of them. I don’t want them being bad influences on you. And you know to tell me if Edge starts behaving improperly?”

Though phrased like a question, Red knew a command when he heard it. He swallowed the food in his mouth before he nodded. “Of course,” he replied mildly. “I told you last time, didn’t I?” When Edge had called what Blue was doing abuse. It had evolved into a shouting match, and as soon as Red had felt his LV flaring, he’d teleported straight to Blue, despite him being at work. Blue had, blessedly, decided for him it was better he didn’t see his brother for a while until Edge learnt not to spread untruths. It was so lucky Blue could do that, if Blue hadn’t been there to take care of him he would’ve gone straight into a panic attack.

“You did, and you were very good,” Blue agreed. “It must’ve been hard, but you did the right thing. Well!” He stood up. “Since I’ve been at work all day and then cooked while you were lazying around here, it’s only fair if you clean up, right?”

It was, Red agreed. Blue provided for them both and made sure they had great food to eat. Doing some chores was the least he could do in return. Plus, it gave him something to do those days when he missed his job as a Physics teacher so much it hurt his soul. But it was for the best, he’d remind himself. He didn’t want to hurt the children.

Smiling brightly, Blue jumped toward the door. “Wonderful. Clean up, wash yourself, and then come to our room. I’ll be waiting!” He winked, and Red’s cheeks flushed crimson. With a last giggle, he left, the sound of his footsteps slowly dying as he went upstairs.

With a fond smile on his face, Red gathered the plates and went to put them into the sink. Warmth filled his chest.

Angel, what had he done to deserve him?