#but i don't like sleeping earlier ffs

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Not feeling it rn cuz idk how to disclose to my family (mom, really) that I have two very funnily misplaced random underskin lumps on my neck and and one on the back of my head, and that my mind immiditely jumped to the worst conclusion

[noxtivagus]

ffxv makes me so emotional oh my god 🥹🫶🏼

[kindacreepy-kindaugly]

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[ma3mae]

"I feel like sleeping on the couch tonight"

Summary: Pranking your hubby/bf by telling them that ^ and how they'd react (fukuzawa, ranpo, tecchou)

Genre: kinda cracky, def some fluff and more tooth rotting fluff 💀🛐

Warnings: tecchou whipped for ur cute ass, me barking for fukuzawa, ranpo being a child.

A/N: saw it from a reel on insta and immediately HAD to use that inspo, okurr 😤✋originally wanted to add fyodor but ill prob do it in a part 2 thingy

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Ok so first off hes a major workaholic so you prob often fall asleep on the couch during some movie watching while waiting for him at home

always feels apologetic and even guilty bc not only as his lover but as a person, you should be sleeping in the comforts of your bed

will always carry you to bed bc he wouldnt want to wake you up as well. You already did enough by trying to stay up for him

So you can see how surprised he is when he finally arrives at home at reasonable hours and you lying wide awake on the couch

And you suddenly blurt that shit out?? HES ALSO PROB TIRED AF ILL MASSAGE U, ZADDY WOOF

takes a seat next to you and immediately asks if theres a reason for that

wont jump to conclusions but will still be a bit taken back and worried that it might be his fault...

"Nah, i just feel like it today." "Oh okay, well if you say so" SOBBING FR

He values honesty above all else and wouldnt doubt that you'd be pranking or lying to him tbh and overall your comfort is one of his main priorities

So he'll let it go but still be saddened that you dont wanna sleep in your shared bed :((

A sudden idea pops up in his head bc at some point even he wants to still be in his lover's arms especially after work

Its already sad enough that yall cant do it whenever u want to D: HUG HIM FFS

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"Then I shall join you on the couch if you're alright with it?" Before you can even say anything, he takes a seat right next to you. You shuffled your feet away from him to give him some space, focusing your gaze onto the TV. You knew if you'd look at him, you'd immediately stop the prank. His gaze alone would make anyone confess their biggest secrets and well, you didn't want to spoil the fun yet.

Yet it only needed a clearing of his throat to turn your attention towards him and oh no...

You couldn't do it. How would you? When he was looking at you like you just kicked a ton of cats infront of him.

"Y/N."

NO! DON'T SAY ANYTHING

"I'm sorry if I have been neglecting you lately. If there's anything I can d-"

"It's prank.."

You sat up as you took his hands into yours.

"I didn't mean to make you feel like you've been neglecting me... I just saw it online and thought it was a funny prank."

Blinking his eyes in confusion, his gaze softened at your words.

He pulls his hands back before wrapping them around you, gently pressing your bodies closer as you felt his lips on your head.

"Even if it's just a prank, I have still been neglecting my duties as your husband lately and apologize greatly for that."

Slightly pulling back, you feel his rough hand cupping your cheek.

Eyes full of love looking into your glassy ones as he lets his thumb stroke a stray tear away.

"I apologize deeply for making you feel in such a way that you had to" prank" me as you called it. You must have felt lonely these days but don't worry. I will make sure to return home earlier because I have also been missing you, my love. "

After a loving kiss and an enjoyable evening, he had kept his word for the future days and if something would change, he made sure to notify you immediately.

Yet at the end of the day, he would always return to your beloved home and into your arms for the night.

**********

Yall, dont be surprised in how FAST we confessed

look me in the eyes and say you wouldnt spill everything out when THIS man looks at you like he'd give you the world if he could 🛐🛐

He'd def try his best to keep his promise but sometimes yokohama takes a bit longer to save but dw he'll make time for you bc happy wife happy life

cook him smth, massage him, just be there for him and let him lie on your chest or smth and he'll already feel so blessed

we all wanna pamper him ok, he be raising a whole orphanage so someone gotta pamper him too

I just want me a nice fukuzaddy alright 😩😩😩😩

Edogawa Ranpo

He'll give you the biggest side eye fr 👁️

like?? Hello?? Why sleep on the couch when you can be in bed with the world's greatest detective???

Will fr shame you for that ngl

He obviously knows its a prank but he cant believe you have the AUDACITY to do it to him

You are literally challenging a MAN CHILD, have fun 🤓

For the sake of it, you did the prank after knowing that it was a pretty uneventful day at the agency but oh dont worry

This man WILL gaslight u into thinking it wasnt 💀

*******

"So you want to sleep on the couch, huh?"

There he stood infront of you, arms crossed, the biggest pout he could muster on his face and blocking your sight of the TV as you continued to nonchalantly munch on HIS chips he had hidden under the bed.

"Well, I just feel like it."

""wElL i jUsT fEEl LikE iT", she says. Then I feel like taking MY chips back, thank you very much!"

Before he could snatch them away, you immediately turned your back towards him, clutching the bag tightly in your arms.

"Y/N, YOU'RE BREAKING THE CHIPS?!?!"

"and I'M sleeping on the couch."

Silence fills the room for some seconds before you hear a huff behind you. Hasty steps making their way towards your shared bedroom before the door being shut quite loudly.

Doubt was creaking through your resolve, asking if you were maybe overdoing it.

"Nah, he knows I'm joking....Right?"

An hour passed before he came back, flopping himself down onto your legs and you could just feel how he was pressing down harder on purpose so there'd be no way to leave.

"Ow, Ranpo?! Get off of my legs!!"

Yet his sharp gaze stopped you, not giving you the slightest chance to tell him off.

It made you nervous, how he just sat there with his arms crossed, eyes not leaving yours.

Was he threatening or mocking you??

You weren't sure.

"You know, Y/N..." He slowly began as you felt him press down even harder.

"I really don't appreciate what you're doing right now."

"H-Huh, what do you mean?"

He physically had to hold himself back from laughing at your clueless face because oh...

Oh, you wanted to prank him? Then be ready to get it handed back at you even worse.

"So many people have been hurt today, all these lives the Agency had to save with MY help. You don't know how many eyes I had to witness as they were about to lose their light in them. So many were at Death's door and we managed to help them. Now I'm tired and ready to be welcomed by the comforts of my home and the love of my life pulling me into her arms, telling me how proud she is of me of having LITERALLY saved the city and maybe wanting to lighten that burden on my shoulders I have to carry every day? "

He pressed his index finger on your forehead as he leaned in closer.

"That's not very nice of you, you know. Imagine you'd be the World's Greatest Detective and coming home exhausted but your lover decides to be weird and seemingly not EVEN appreciating my work. Can't relate to that, right?"

You hated him.

You hated him so much for how he exactly knew what to say to get what he wanted.

But that's also what made you fall in love with him at the first place.

"If so many people have been hurt then why didn't I see it o-"

"We have ties, Y/N. Of course they wouldn't broadcast something like that on TV. Do you know what chaos it would cause to this city and possibly the world? "

It only made you frown as he clicked his tounge at you while waving his finger at your words.

"Now, now you know what you should be saying after pulling such a stunt like this. Especially after I have worked so hard today."

Pulling your blanket over your head to break from his intense gaze seemed to do nothing, as he had just simply snatched it out of your hands.

"I'm not gonna apologize to you for that! Just wanted to pull a prank on you and you just have to turn it onto me!"

He merely shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, what did you expect? You should be glad that I didn't give it back to you ten times worse. Just wanted to go home, eat your cooking and maybe cuddle but I might actually not do that at all today."

"Ugh, you're such a buzzkill."

You just sighed at his words and he suddenly found himself in your arms.

He turned towards you with a frown on his face yet his reddened face seemed to lessen the effect of his next words.

"H-Hey! I didn't say that I forgive you for your prank!"

"Well but I forgive you for trying to make me feel bad for it. If you wanted me to cuddle and kiss you then just say so. You knew it was a prank after all."

"But I didn't like it when you said that you'd rather sleep on the couch than on the bed today..."

His voice resonated through your chest as he pressed his face against it, muffled words accompanied with a whiny tone.

"I never said, I would sleep without you though?"

A laugh escaped you as his head shot up, big eyes meeting your amused ones.

Yet he only gave a pout at your words as he went back to your chest, wanting to hide his embarassement from you.

"You're mean but I still love you. You owe me candy for putting me through this, though."

You only let your hand glide through his hair before settling it on his neck, giving light scratches to the spots he liked.

A satisfied sigh escaped him and soon the room was filled with only noises from your TV.

"I'm already sweet enough so that should suffice as" candy", right? And that was your pick up line not mine so I'll stick to what you meant."

"Yeah, yeah. Now let's just cuddle in peace, okay."

A comforting silence grew between the both of you as you later on fell asleep together, a smile etched on each face.

********

This was SO long lmao but next time you'll prank him, he'll just dump some water on u bc thats sparing you from him at this point

bRO COULD legit just expose everything of u but he wouldnt bc he loves u too much 💕💕💕😤😤😤

Suehiro Tetchou

bro, thats like the worst prank u could do to him bc... he wouldnt get it first...

the only reaction you'll get is 🙂 him when he greets you > 😐 when u tell him that

hes gonna be fr confused like... why does his partner want to sleep on the couch but... okay?????

Honestly i think he wouldnt protest right out but at the end of the day, even he wants some cuddles after work :(

*********

Tecchou was excited. No one would really know about it if it wasn't for the light smile adorning his face as he thought about going home.

The only one who'd notice is Jouno but he didn't really care enough to mention anything about it.

He'd merely click his tounge when his annoying ass colleague would take a bit longer to respond to his questions, only saying the words "Just go home if even the smallest things are distracting for you."

Jouno could swear he was about to kick him in his face when he'd hear him turn towards him and only reply with "Y/N is smaller than me but not the smallest thing though."

"JUST LEAVE ALREADY, OH MY GOD!! I can't listen to your rambling about them any longer!"

Only he could nearly make Jouno groan in agony as he turned and began to walk away, not wanting to be near that idiot, knowing he'd just be looking like a lovestruck dumbass to everyone around them.

Tecchou only blinked at his partner's outburst, yet took his word and began to make his way home.

An exasperated sigh left Jouno's lips as he heard his footsteps yet it didn't surprise him at all.

He just couldn't get it around his head how someone could even be into that guy but oh well.

It's not his problem as long as it doesn't disrupt their work.

After all he had to give his thanks to that weirdo's partner for having given him a way to make him comply more easily.

It took him a simple "Just finish already and then you can go home."

"Okay."

Would be his only answer every damn time yet Jouno couldn't help but let out a small smirk when he'd hear the racing pulse of their enemies as if it was a declaration of Death from the Grim Reaper himself in their eyes.

Finally arriving at home, Tecchou would take off his coat and hat, hanging it onto the designated stand for such things.

A soft smile adorned his face as he walked into the living room of your shared apartment, finding you laying comfortably on the couch, the crinkling of stuffing your hand into the pack of spicy potato chips echoing through the room as a cackle escaped your lips.

"Trash TV's surprisingly entertaining if it's done right, HA! "

"Y/N."

A yelp escaped you as you sat up and whipped your head around, only to see your boyfriend standing behind you.

Tecchou was unfazed by your surprise,reaching for your face to wipe the potato crumbs on your lips with his thumb.

"Mmh, chips. The spicy one's are especially tasty with mustard and red pepper." He told you as he licked the crumbs off of his thumb, a smile adorning his face as he sat himself down next to you.

Laying his head onto your lap, the soft fuzzy blanket covering it, making it all the more welcome for him to lay on them.

He had randomly gifted them to you one day, simply because "it reminded him of you".

Fuzzy and warm. That's how he'd always feel when thinking, looking and touching you.

"That sounds like a really weird combo." You replied as you smiled at his words, settling your hand on his head before let your fingers run along his scalp and scratching the right spots, making him sigh as he pressed his face against your stomach, snuggling into it.

"Are you tired, honey? You could go to bed, you know?" You asked him as he closed his eyes, breathing evening out while he wrapped his arms around your waist, enjoying your smell and warmth.

"Just wanna cuddle right now."

"Alright." You replied with, thinking about how you'd tell him the words you've been wanting to say for a while now.

An hour passed before you felt your boyfriend stir a bit, finally turning his head up to you, yet his arms still enclosed around their original spot.

Your legs were cramping at this point but how could you tell that your boyfriend when he just looked so cute like that??

"Had a nice nap?"

"Yeah, it was nice but I'm still tired..."

"You can go to bed if you'd like. Have you eaten anything yet though?"

"I have after the mission. I think I'll go to bed though."

Tetchou stood up and made his way to the bathroom, getting ready for bed.

After 10 minutes, he found himself back on the couch, a slight furrow of his eyebrows as he asked.

"Aren't you going to bed with me?"

Welp, straightforward as always.

"Uhmm no, I feel like sleeping on the couch today. Sorry, honey..."

"Oh. That's okay."

Blinking at his reply, he gave you a peck on the lips before going to your shared bedroom, the shutting of the door being the last sign of him before you were left alone on the couch.

You had forgotten that he wouldn't see any fault in that...

So was it really a prank? You didn't know, feeling a bit guilty yet you stuck to your plan.

Maybe he'd notice something was wrong the next day....

.

.

.

"Y/N."

You felt a hand slightly shaking you, making you stir in your sleep before slowly opening your eyes, recognizing the face of your boyfriend through your blurry sight.

"T-Tetchou??"

There he was kneeling before you so you'd be face to face as you lied on the couch, having fallen asleep after your continious marathon of trash TV.

Blinking to get a clear sight of him, you could see slight eyebags under his eyes.

"I can't sleep without you, Y/N. Come to bed or let's sleep on the couch together."

He suggested as he cupped your cheek with his hand, leaning his forehead against yours.

Hazel eyes bore into yours as the guilt inside of you went haywire.

"I'm so sorry, Tetchou. I should have gone to bed with you."

"But you said you wanted to sleep on the couch which is no problem at all."

You let out a sigh as you sat up, hands fiddling with your blanket, feeling him instantly lay his arms and head onto your lap, his eyes refusing to leave your face.

"Well... It was a prank."

He merely blinked at your words, seemingly processing your words.

"Why would you say that you'd want to sleep on the couch as a prank? Isn't a prank something like hurting someone but making it seem like an accident?"

"Yeah well, I did hurt you."

Your only reply was him furrowing his eyebrows as stood up, only to take a seat next to you.

Letting him pull you onto his lap, he gently cupped your face in his hands.

"But you never did?" His obliviousness was taking a toll onto you.

The guilt was surely consuming you. He was so honest to a fault and that made itself apparent in how he'd perceive anyone else especially you.

He would never think that YOU would ever do something to hurt him.

How could he? You loved him and he loved you.

Why should someone hurt the person they love the most?

"But Tetchou, I-I did. You couldn't sleep because I didn't go to bed with you and I had a hunch you'd probably get up and talk to me about it but I wasn't sure so I... stuck to it."

You couldn't look him in the eyes, yet the sudden lips on your forehead made your gaze shift onto his, confused eyes clashing against slight amused ones.

"That's not hurting me. Don't worry, Y/N. I'm used to pranks even if yours isn't one. Jouno would often do that too."

"Jouno??? Since when does he even do something like pranking??"

"Well he would sometimes just not reply when I talk to him or try to make me trip when I'm about to deal with the enemy. He would sometimes just click his tounge and walk away because it never works on me though. Heh, it's kinda funny if I think about it now. "

Ah.

How would you tell him that it was just Jouno being a dick.

You couldn't help but sweatdrop at his words, the guilt being comepletely wiped away as you thought that it would be better for their... colleagueship to just leave them be.

"That does sound funny... But maybe let's just go to bed. It is late after all."

"Hm, but I haven't forgiven you yet."

Eyes bulging yet narrowing at his words as you saw the corners of his lips rise up, a small but definite smirk decorating his handsome features.

"Hey!! You just said that I didn't even prank you!"

He let out a breathy laugh as you yelped, having lifted you up with ease and making his way to the bedroom.

"Yeah but u got pranked, heh."

You could only let out a "Hmph!" at his words yet not stopping the smile spreading on your face as he laid you down onto the bed, immediately laying down next to you and wrapping his arms around you, your legs entangling with each other as he pressed a soft kiss onto your lips.

"I think Jouno is being a bad influence on you." you teased as he let a hand glide through your hair.

"Hm maybe but I can now understand when he says" give them a taste of their own medicine.""

You merely rolled your eyes at his cheeky statement, pinching his nose before tucking your head under his chin, shuffling closer towards him.

"Let's just sleep already, you tease." were your last words for the night before closing your eyes, the beating of his heart like a lullaby for your ears.

"Good night, Y/N." he said in a quiet voice as he let his lips linger on the crown of your head before closing his eyes as well, the warmth of your body guaranteeing him he'd have the best sleep as always with you in his arms.

********

you still dont know what posessed him that night for behaving like that 😩

U even went to Jouno and asked him about it, no eyes boy was just like "? maybe that was a fake LOL" u shouldnt have asked that h*e 🙂🙂🙂 jk we love him

now you'd be wary of "pranking" ur bf, maybe he'd prank u back again but worse.... yet you'd quickly forget about all of that bc he'd shower u with kisses whenever you'd ask him about it

even he can be sneaky but we forgive him bc hes cute ok 🛐

[verstxppen33]

After work.

genre: fluff

warnings: very rushed

who: racer!reader x charles lerclerc

summary: charles helps you relax after Qualifying, friends to lovers smh

note: MY FIRST FF YAYAYAY PLS GIVE ME SOME TIPS 😔

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It was the saturday after qualifying, you immediately jump into bed. You did great, but still, pretty exhausted. After scrolling for some minutes on instagram, you got a message from Charles.

Hey! How are you, y/n? :)

You don't know why, but you had the urge to immediately respond to him.

Exhausted..hbu?

Only a few minutes later he replied with;

Would you like some company, mon amour?

You didn't even hesitate to answer with yes, not even caring a little bit that you're maybe too clingy.

Ofcourse! Come over at 6 :)

The rest of the evening was pretty a blur. You ate some scrambled eggs with ketchup for dinner, took a shower, changed into pjs, nothing special. As you filled up your cats foodbowl, a sudden ring on your door bell could be heard. You look into your peephole and see Charles grinning. Without hesitation you open the door and are immediately are greeted with an "Hello!!!" from Charles. "Hey Charles!" you answer him happily and step aside to let him get inside your apartment. "You look very tired, mon amour. I think you need to sleep earlier." Charles comments while he's taking off his shoes. Your response? A simple grunt. Ofcourse Charles would bring you earlier to bed, why couldn't you just stay up a little longer? Your thoughts were interrupted by Charles scooping you up. "Hey!!" you shout, trying to sound aggressive but you sounded more like a whining cat being picked up. "Y/N, stop being so ungrateful" Charles answered with a teasing tone while booping your nose and bringing you to your bedroom.

★ Continue reading!

He commented: "You look adorable in your pyjamas" You pout as Charles lays you gently on your bed, still holding you close. "I can take care of myself, you know," you mumble, though your eyes are already half-closed. "Of course you can," Charles murmurs, smoothing back your hair with tender fingers. "But everyone needs a little help sometimes."

The soft, rhythmic stroking of your hair is incredibly soothing. You feel the tension from the long day start to melt away as Charles continues his gentle ministrations. He pulls you closer, and you nestle into his embrace, feeling the warmth and comfort of his presence. "Thank you," you whisper, finally giving in to the fatigue. "Anytime, mon amour," Charles whispers back, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Now, sleep. Tomorrow is another big day." With Charles’s arms wrapped around you, the world outside fades away, and you drift into a peaceful sleep, feeling safe and cherished.

In the morning, you wake up to the gentle sound of birds chirping outside your window. The first thing you notice is the warmth of Charles's arm still draped over you. You turn slightly to see him still asleep, his breathing steady and calm.

Careful not to wake him, you slip out of bed and head to the kitchen. As you prepare coffee, the smell of freshly brewed beans fills the air, and you can’t help but smile, feeling a sense of peace you haven't felt in a while. Just as you finish setting the table for breakfast, you hear Charles's sleepy footsteps approaching. He wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "Morning," he mumbles, his voice thick with sleep. "Morning," you reply, turning to kiss his cheek. "I made coffee." "Much better," you admit, sitting down to join him at the table. "Thanks to you." With that, you share a quiet, comfortable breakfast together, the morning sun streaming through the windows, promising a new day filled with possibilities.

As you both finish breakfast, Charles seems a bit quieter than usual. You notice him glancing at you, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Is everything alright?" you ask, reaching over to touch his hand gently. Charles takes a deep breath and looks into your eyes. "Y/N, there's something I've been wanting to tell you," he begins, his voice a bit shaky.

Your heart starts to race. "What is it, Charles?"

He squeezes your hand, drawing strength from your touch. "I've been thinking about this for a while, and last night made me realize even more how much you mean to me. I love you, Y/N. Not just as a friend, but more than that. I want to be with you, to take care of you, and share every moment with you." You feel a warmth spread through your chest at his words, and you see the sincerity in his eyes. "Charles," you whisper, feeling tears of happiness welling up. "I love you too. I’ve been wanting to tell you, but I was scared." Charles's face lights up with a joyful smile, and he pulls you into a tight embrace. "You have no idea how happy that makes me," he murmurs into your hair. You pull back slightly to look at him, both of you smiling. "So, what now?" you ask playfully. "Now," Charles says, his eyes sparkling with love, "we start our day together, as more than friends."

Hand in hand, you both step into the future, knowing that whatever comes next, you'll face it together.

made by @acesbakery

[polly-pocket13]

Hiii! i rlly love ur fanfic's and i was wonder if u would write ff Dabi x reader on the base of song "bad idea, right?" by Olivia Rodrigo. Feel free to skip if u feel uncomfortable with this ask

also i thing Dabi is perfect for this, but u can change him to any other character if u dont write for him

lov u 💗

bad idea right?

touya todoroki x fem!reader 

warnings: alcohol, toxic relationship, language, bad english, bad grammar, kind of manhandling  

a/n: First of all, thank you. You are so sweet, and I am sending love to you. The next thing, I love the song and I love the idea. I hope you will enjoy what I created. <3

The music in the club was very loud, so you didn't even notice that you had received a message.

However, you noticed the second message that followed 10 minutes later.

See you tonight? 10:22 pm

Don't ignore me. 10:32 pm 

You just stared at your phone. You haven't heard from him for about two months now. After he ended the relationship four months ago, him and you had regularly sex dates. He texted you, and you went over to him. You fucked and the next morning you left. This scenario repeated over and over again. Then he abruptly stopped texting you and didn't respond to your messages anymore.

You thought that's it.

He shattered your heart once again.

The last two months, you isolated yourself after work at home and cried your eyes out. 

The only things you were doing was working, eating and crying yourself to sleep.

Only today, your friends finally got you out. They forced you to go to the club with them.

“Y/NNNN, IS EVERYTHING ALRIGHT?” your best friend asked and brought you back to reality. 

“I NEED MORE ALCOHOL.” you just answered her and she nodded. “I WILL GET SOME.” she told you and turned away to walk to the bar.

touya, it is bad idea 10:49 pm 

You texted him and instantly got a text as an answerer.

Location📍 10:49 pm

You rolled your eyes and putted your phone away. 

Just in time, your friend arrived with shots. Two seconds later, they were empty. 

“THE NEXT ROUND IS ON ME.” you screamed and went to the bar to get the next round. 

After that, there was another round, and then another round, and so on.

You little brat. I told you to not ignoring me.  11:11pm

Your phone vibrated and you bit your lip. 

You are fucking miss him, and maybe you two just could talk like friends or such sort of thing. 

So you can finally forget him. 

No. 

That's a bad idea, right?

So you ignored his message again. 

Where are you? Are you with someone else? 11:15 pm   Correct me if I am wrong, bur I dont think ths is your business anymore. 11:17 pm  Fuck 11:18pm  Where are you, Y/N? 11:18 pm  Answer your fucking phone, woman. 11:25 pm  Send an Image 11:26 pm  I am busssy tonight. 11:26 pm

He may leave you now alone. 

You sent him a picture of you dancing and some random guy was standing behind you. It looked like you both danced together.

This photo made your friend earlier to post on her Instagram. Now it also has a benefit for you.

You looked at your phone. He left you on read.

You sighed. 

Did you do the wrong thing?

Maybe you both could have reconnected if you just went to him. 

You went to the bathroom and washed your face with cold water. The alcohol makes you feel very sleepy and you acutely just want to go home. You hope the cold water will wake you up a little bit. 

“I knew you lied.” you suddenly heard a very familiar voice behind you. You turned around and saw Dabi who was standing in the door frame and smirked at you.

“This is the lady's restroom. I don't think you should be here. You don't look like a woman to me, Sir.” you said and took a paper towel to dry your face. 

“Stop playing fucking games with me, Brat.” he spit out, and his smirk left his face.

“I am not doing anything with you. I am leaving now the lady's restroom, so I can leave with the cute boy I met today. So if you were so friendly to let me through the door.” you said and walked to the door.

“I told you, stop messing with me.” he said angrily. You rolled your eyes. You wanted to push him away so you could go through the door, but touya grabbed you and pushed you against the wall next to the door.

“What is that for an attitude?” he asked you and stared you directly in your eyes.

This was the first time today you really looked at him and his beautiful blue eyes. Before, you tried to avoid his face and looked most of the time at the floor.

“Touya, please let me go.” you said quietly and tried to get out of his grip.  

“No, you won't go to this little piece of shit. He doesn't deserve you.” he told you and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. 

“I know I am an Asshole. But I am an Asshole who missed you. I missed you so much.” he whispers in your ear and your knees started to get weak.

You didn't know what to say.  

What to think.

Your brain just goes “Ahhh” 

Fuck it. 

The next thing you did was kiss him.

Your brain just turned off and there was just touya and you.

[stygiantechpriest]

Oh boy haven't done one of these in a while

Venting, mask isn't even on at this point

Well

My parents have said, and i quote

"by October first, if you don't pay us 400$ rent or equivalent in chorse at 10$ an hour, you will be banished to the backyard in a tent, because you mom (whos even more transphobic than my dad) won't let me kick you out, and we will release your rabbits into the wild if you don't take care of them EARLIER in the day (ffs rabbits sleep during the day godamn)"

Then has the GALL to ask me to go on a vacation with him

Also I'm escaping this because my parents are very transphobic, and my dad has said before "all trans people are just mentally unwell (he was taught psychology in like, the 1990s iirc) and me and your mother agree that no trans people in this house"

Ffs why do my parents only agree on transphobia? They fight about anything else

Im just ....

Worthless

Horrible

And everything used/gifted to me is a waste.

They're right, i deserve to be thrown away, i have outlived what little usefulness and worth i had

[dazaiandhislovelybandages]

The Secrets Are Out {Shinichiro Sano}

A/n: I am back with another Shinichiro x reader ff that came directly from the book I am writing for him so yeah, enjoy.

Pairings: Shinichiro Sano x f!reader

Warnings: Shinichiro is sick, minor character death, it's kind of sad? Idk I didn't find it sad, kind of suggestive at times

⚠️TOKYO REVENGERS MANGA SPOILERS!⚠️

"Guys, I'm home." You unlocked the front of the house but there was no one in the living room which was quite odd since it was 5 pm and both Emma and Mikey should have returned from Akashi’s house. 

  Without thinking much of it, you walked inside and headed towards Emma’s room to greet the young girl but she wasn’t there either. Your next destination was Mikey’s room, however the young boy was also missing. 

  A bit scared you walked to your and Shinichiro’s room only to find not only Emma and Mikey there but your husband as well. The two kids were hovering over their older brother who was laying on the bed.  

"What's going on?" 

"Big bro isn't feeling well." Mikey said. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, eating dorayaki while Emma was holding Shinichiro's hand. The latter, on the other hand, was being overly dramatic. 

"Do you know what's going on?" Emma asked you clearly worried about her older brother. You looked down at Shinichiro before touching his forehead, only to confirm that his temperature was normal. 

"No." You turned around to leave your bag on the chair of his small desk. "You didn't go to work today?" You asked him.  

"No." Shinichiro coughed, his voice raspy, he was barely speaking. Judging by that, you figured out that your husband had a sore throat and that this had led him to feel sick. 

"Go take a shower while I change the bedsheets." You flicked his forehead and waited for him to stand up. Emma offered to make him some tea but he declined saying that he wanted hot chocolate. Manjiro rolled his eyes and continued eating his snack, refusing to leave his brother's side...even in the bathroom. 

  Not wanting to trouble Emma, you went to the kitchen to prepare four hot chocolates. 

  Christmas had arrived much quicker than you had imagined and upon Emma and Shinichiro’s request, Mikey and you had done your best to decorate the house without making it look like a circus. 

  Since it had started getting darker earlier, you walked over to your Christmas tree and turned on the lights that Emma had placed around it. On your way back to the kitchen, you turned off the living room lights as well as the kitchen ones so a nice atmosphere could warm up the house. 

  Around five minutes later, the hot chocolates were ready and after putting them on a tray, you went back to Shinichiro’s room. And while Mikey and Emma were sitting there quietly looking outside the window at the snow covered yard, Shinichiro kept whining about how this was the end and that he wouldn’t make it out of this cold alive. Obviously you had to reassure him that everything was going to be okay since he didn’t even have a fever.  

"Emma and Mikey are sleeping. How are you feeling Shin?" You closed your bedroom's door and sat next to him on the bed. 

"Kind of better." 

"Good." You picked up your pillow and a blanket and made a move to stand up and leave but he grabbed your arm. 

"I'm not risking getting sick." You giggled, seeing him blowing his snot on a tissue.

"I promise I'm fine." 

"You don't look fine to me." You placed your hand on his forehead again just to see if his temperature was alright. "Shin, you have a fever." You urged him to put a thermometer in his mouth and sure enough, he had a fever. Upon seeing this, Shinichiro began whining again. You giggled at his childish reaction and went to the kitchen to get him something to eat so he could get a painkiller that would thankfully make his temperature drop.

“So…I’m not getting any p-”

“No.” You cut him off before he could say the whole world. 

Once he ate the sandwich you made him, you sat next to him. His room was messy with clothes lying all around the floor, motorbike magazines all over the place and now boxes of painkillers were standing empty on the nightstand.  

“Is everything okay, angel?” 

“Yes, I am just tired.” 

Without saying anything, Shinichiro covered you with his blanket. You stayed there in silence. The only thing that produced any sound in this house was the tv in the living room which judging by the time was most probably used by Shinichiro’s grandfather as background music because the older man was sleeping for sure. Besides, he still taught at the dojo so he was getting tired. 

  You had started getting a bit drowsy from the entire atmosphere when Shinichiro broke the silence. 

“I saw a cool plane figurine at the store the other day.” You turned to look at him in question. His hair was wet on his forehead from the fever and you knew you shouldn’t be this close to him but you didn’t want him to start complaining. “I thought that maybe…I could buy it for Manjiro fr Christmas.” He stopped almost abruptly.

“But?” 

  His eyes were black, you knew that of course but were they always this black? His fist clenched and he sat on the bed like a normal person. Shinichiro’s head was hanging low, looking down at the blue blanket -it didn’t match the colours of his room but it had always been your favourite blanket so of course when you moved in with him you took it with you. 

“Shinichiro?” You asked. Whether he had heard you the first time, you didn’t know. 

“I made that mistake the first time…I don’t want to do it again.” His voice was lower than usual. You saw him reaching at the nightstand beside you for a cigarette but you were too confused by his words to stop him. 

“Have you bought Mikey a model plane before?” You were baffled to say the least. 

“In another timeline, yes.” He responded before placing the cigarette between his lips and lighting it up. “What I am about to tell you…hell you might not even believe me but you ought to know.” You rose from your seat and crawled on the bed and straddled him. 

“Should I be scared?” You took the cigarette from his hand. Shinichiro chuckled and took it back.

“No.” A smile replaced the blank look on his face and his eyes actually lit up. He brushed a few strands of hair off your face and exhaled the smoke after turning his head to his left so the smoke wouldn’t go directly on you. But the light disappeared as soon as it came. “I killed someone.”

  And that was how it all started. 

  You didn’t sleep that night and other than Shinichiro getting up to place Mikey and Emma’s presents under the Christmas tree, you didn’t move either. For the most part it was him talking and you occasionally nodding your head or humming just to show him you were paying attention. 

  It was a long story and by the end you were in pure shock. 

“A time leaper?” You asked. 

“You think I am crazy, don’t you?” He let out a chuckle. “I wouldn’t blame you.”

  A time leaper. That was what Shinichiro told you he was. With no hesitation he had told you everything. How Mikey in the original timeline was technically in a coma because he had fallen down the stairs while playing with a model plane. How he had given up working in the shop in order to take care of him. How Mikey died. How he had killed a homeless man to get powers that would take him back to the past and how he had fixed everything. He told you all of it. 

  If you hadn’t picked up on some of his weird and sometimes extreme behaviour towards Mikey, you and your safety you would have really thought that he was crazy. But there had been times when he would be at the right place at the right time a bit too often. It seemed as if he knew too much but now everything had become clear.

“I…believe you Shin.” You gulped. He raised his eyebrows in question, the cigarette between his lips, long forgotten. He was sweating from his fever that throughout the night had gotten a bit better but was still high and his eyes were red because at some point he had started crying. 

  You got off his lap and stood up to stretch. His eyes followed your figure and he waited patiently for you to sit back down. 

“It’s all fine now though, right?”

“Yes, Shin, you did an excellent job.” You smiled at him.

  You were still confused but were trying not to show it. It was not because of his story but because of that man…the original time leaper. It was a known fact that Shinichiro couldn’t fight and that could be confirmed not only by his gang members but by his siblings and grandfather as well. You could barely imagine Shinichiro killing someone though he had told you that after Mikey’s death in the original timeline he was in a very dark space but how dark was that space? Enough to kill a man? Should he be in prison now? Did he regret doing it? Does that make him dangerous? There were many questions that you wouldn’t dare ask him, not right now at least. 

  As per schedule, Emma entered your room at 7 am ready to inform you about breakfast being ready. Even with you there, she refused to give up her routine of making breakfast for everyone else in the house and would only allow you to cook dinner sometimes. 

“They don't know-” 

“No. Only Haruchiyo knows.” Shinichiro got up from his bed and got dressed. “For the time being let's just not talk about it. It's Christmas, the last thing I want is for their day to be ruined.” You nodded in agreement and also got up from the bed. 

  Mikey and Emma were peacefully eating their breakfast and for a short moment you were scared that they hadn't seen their presents under the tree but with one quick look your assumptions vanished. The wraps scattered all over the floor, boxes all over the place with a few toys laying on the couch. You knew you would have to clean up those later but you didn't mind. The expression on their faces was worth it.

  Shinichiro and you went present shopping last week and bought as many presents as you could for the two kids. But you also bought presents for Izana. Despite the importance of the day, Shinichiro had managed to convince Takeomi to take care of both Mikey and Emma for a short while so he could give Izana his presents. You were planning on going as well but without Emma's help, you were left alone to make tonight's dinner, something that didn't really matter to you but it would have been nice having her along.

  And so that was what happened. Emma and Mikey went to Takeomi's house accompanied by Shinichiro and you began thinking about dinner. Grandpa decided to go out with a friend of his, leaving you alone. 

  During breakfast the only people that talked were obviously Mikey and Emma with their grandpa being a bit too focused on his newspaper and Shinichiro occasionally jumping in the conversation. No one really noticed you weren't talking, something quite convenient since your head was a mess after the conversation you had with Shinichiro. 

  So while you were alone, you obviously cleaned the house and at around 5 pm you began cooking after seeing that the weather was awful since it meant that everyone would be coming home soon. 

  Surprisingly enough, grandpa Sano was the one who picked Mikey and Emma from their friends' house. But judging from the weather and the fact that Shinichiro had left the house without an umbrella, you were more than sure that sooner or later your husband would be back. 

"Finally made it." Grandpa Sano sighed and removed his shoes, letting go of his grandchildren to do their own thing. 

  It had been raining vigorously outside and all weather forecasts were talking about a huge thunderstorm the moment they entered the house. You peeked at the living room where Mikey and Emma were already sitting, watching tv. Grandpa Sano gave you a gentle smile and a pat on the back before walking to the living room to spend time with the kids. 

  You tasted the soup and was ready to wash your hands to go to the living room as well when you heard the sound of keys. You turned around to look at the door which by that time had opened, revealing a soaked Shinichiro. By the look on his face you understood that something had gone horribly wrong during his time with Izana. You gave a quick glance at the kids to make sure they hadn't noticed anything. They were focused on the movie they were watching. You looked back at Shinichiro. 

You hadn’t talked all morning and after all this it felt weird seeing him. Your feelings for him hadn’t changed though. You just found him a bit…strange. How many moments had he re-lived to achieve the perfect future for Mikey and Emma?

“What happened?” You asked him. 

“Izana knows we are not related.”

A/n: listen, I know I messed with the timeline a bit and I am terribly sorry but it turned out pretty good and I wanted to keep it so...

[tinkabelle24]

To Build a Home

Chapter 25: Dead and Gone

A/N: We're finally up to where I'm at presently with this story. Yay! 😊 I hope yous are enjoying it and that it's not too convoluted 😅

TW! Suicidal ideation

Masterlist / Chapter 24

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Val had been staring at her shower curtain for so long, the once black and white geometric pattern had blurred into a monochromatic mess. Her pelvis ached and legs tingled from the prolonged, awkward seated position on the tile. Her scalp squeezed her skull like a vise.

It was official: she no longer had tears left to cry; nor the mental fortitude to continue repelling the not-so-great thoughts attempting to seize her mind. 

She felt strangely hollow and heavy at the same time; perturbed by how okay she felt at the notion of never waking back up should she lay her head back, right now, and let sleep finally take her. 

But what bothered her most was the chuckle that followed; scratching her tender throat as she languidly shifted into a more comfortable position. 

Yes. Instead of reaming herself out for being, what she perceived to be, selfish and melodramatic - as she usually did, whenever these kind of thoughts arose - she fucking laughed. 

Jesus, I'm losin' it... 

"Val...?" 

Val bit back a sigh, door thudding softly as she dropped her head against it. She'd foolishly hoped that, if she hid away long enough, her best friend would eventually give up and let her self-destruct in peace... 

"Mags missed you..." Mol sounded so close, her voice practically vibrated against the back of Val's head. "You should've seen her when I came in this morning: 'Mom, is that you- oh, it's the babysitter. Feed me, peasant', heh..." 

No response. 

"...Val, w-what happened?" 

Val could still feel the plush velvet on her fingertips, and the surprising weightiness of that tiny halo of steel as it dropped into her palm. Then Raph's face, when he walked in on her with it.

She'll never forget that face. Never before had she seen such panic in a man's eyes; like his entire life had flashed before him.

"Ya weren't s'posed to see that."

Those words cycled through her mind, growing louder and more contentious at each rotation. Reminding her of how royally she'd fucked everything up.  

---

(10 months earlier...)

"Alright, everyone shuddup! I need to focus..."

"Focus on what? I thought we agreed to kill everyone-"

"That doesn't sound morbid at all, Mikey... and I didn't agree to that - you two did."

"Why would'ya wanna keep Emily alive, anyway? She's a bitch-"

"I don't care. I want at least someone to live through this sh- AAH-!"

"Whoa-!"

"OhmyGod ohmyGod ohmyGod-!!!"

"Quick, they're gonna getcha-!"

"What is that- SHIT! Triangle, triangle, triangle- NO-!!"

"Whelp, bye flare-"

"WHAT THE FF-"

"Watch yo profanity-"

"Shuddup! ... Left, right, left, right- RIGHT- SHIT-!"

"Well, hello gorgeous-"

"WHAT IS THAT?! ... Ohhh, my God. Please, don't die...!"

Leo chuckled wistfully as he watched the three bicker like children, from the kitchen. In spite of the cards Val was dealt those past couple weeks (assault, charges and associated court drama), the leader was relieved his friend could still be, for the most part, her vivacious self.

They hadn't yet spoken about that night; the night they were forced to get a little too close for comfort, after he'd saved her life. She'd never approached him with it, nor he her. But, admittedly, it occupied his thoughts often; primarily how her touch and perfume still lingered on his body...

He understood now that that was the beginning of the end, for him. Despite his best efforts to remain emotionally detached from this woman, he'd in fact grown attached; and how...

Leo's heart did the new clenching thing at Raph's arm stretching over the back of the sofa, behind Val's head; fingers unwittingly searching for her shoulder. The moment they made contact, the leader tore his gaze away; refocusing on the two mugs of partially made green tea on the counter, before him... and the decision to finally let her in.

Deep breaths, Leo...

"WHAT?! ... You-!"

Two pairs of sniggering voices abruptly filled the air, accompanied by grunts and thumps shortly thereafter. Turning outward again, Leo found Val looming over his red-banded brother, bandaged hand snug against her vintage band t-shirt, repeatedly smacking a cushion over his head with the other.

Glimpsing the TV screen, two sharp, gangling thumbs thrust themselves inside the screaming woman's eye sockets, silencing her instantly.

"Why *smack* would *smack* you *smack* do *smack* that?!" Val exclaimed over Raph's broken laughter, and Mikey's howling. "She was doing so well-"

"Not anymore-"

"Yeah, cos your menace of a brother knocked my arm-"

"I'm s-sorry," Raph wheezed, finally granted respite. "I couldn't resist-"

A low, pointed whistle drew Leo's attention to the lab's entrance, finding Donnie peeking through at him. He offered an expectant look, to which the purple-banded brother grinned and nodded downward; to the smallish lidded box in his hand - Val's gift.

Returning the smile, Leo nodded in acknowledgement before clearing his throat, addressing the others.

"Excuse me, children," He called wryly. When Val frowned at him, he chuckled. "Put the cushion down, Pocahontas-"

"Call me a 'child' again and I'll-"

"You'll what?" The terrapin smugly challenged. "Not get your present?"

That shut her up.

She gave the others a quizzical look, to which they smiled knowingly. Raph pecked the top of her hand as he snuck the cushion out of her now lax grip.

---

Seated in the common area, the brothers shared anxious glances as Val proceeded lifting the box's lid, smiling in bemusement at the hand-sized, cylindrical device sitting snugly inside.

"It's a portable bō," Donnie clarified, when she looked to him expectantly. He leaned forward to carefully remove the device from its container, turning it in his hands as he continued.

"It's spring-loaded. So, when you press the trigger, here-" the terrapin's thumb hovered over the centre pushbutton; eyes trained on Val's face, to check she was watching - she hadn't blinked.

"It'll extend-" Confident nobody was at risk of being struck, he proceeded pressing down; the woman flinched - with a gasp, then a nervous titter; earning a comforting shoulder squeeze from Raph - at the once 10-inch device abruptly quadrupling in length.

"-to about four feet... You can lock it into place using this mechanism, here... To bring it back down, simply slide both ends in, like so... then use the mechanism again."

Setting it in Val's readied palm, Donnie offered her a doleful smile. "Perfect for your purse."

As her fingers closed around the device, Leo - seated in a dining chair alongside his purple-banded brother - chimed in.

"We wanted to give you something that couldn't easily be used against you," he remarked gently; blood cooling at the notion that, had he not acted when he did that night, she very likely wouldn't be sitting across from them right now... "Something with which you can still protect yourself, but not cause serious damage. Because, we..."

Swiping his tongue over his parched lips, the leader proceeded gesturing to each of his brothers, then himself; sharing a knowing glance with Raph. "We know you've been struggling with that, lately..."

At that, Val promptly lowered her gaze. The brothers caught a flicker of regret in her mien as that titter made the rounds again; cheeks flushing a brilliant red. "I-I, heh... I don't... know-"

"Dudes," Mikey interjected, sensing their friend's discomfort. Practically leaping from his armchair, the terrapin wittingly leant across an irritated Raph to reach said brother's girlfriend. "You forgot the best part! ... See this, here?"

Guiding Val's fist open, Mikey proceeded carefully turning the device until a near indiscernible etching crept into view. She squinted at it:

Dudette = Baddest Bitch

A snort promptly escaped her; heart lifting, Mikey finally exited Raph's personal space with a self-satisfied smirk - mission accomplished.

"She loves my handiwork," he gloated, earning a playful eye-roll from not just his brothers, but Val included.

"I'm surprised you used the equality symbol correctly," Donnie remarked wryly.

The youngest brother preened. "See, I'm not just charm and good looks-"

"You also know first grade math," Raph quipped, offering a now crabby-looking Mikey a thumbs up. Donnie and Val broke into snickers; Leo chuckled to himself, rolling his eyes once more. "Good for you."

"You're an ass-"

"Alllright-"

"Thank you."

The room fell silent at Val's voice. Her grateful, teary-eyed smile panned from one brother to the next; clutching the gift firmly against her chest. "Thank you... for this. This means... t-this-"

She blinked and a tear slipped past, prompting a concerned Raph to wrap an arm around her back and squeeze gently. There was that titter, again.

"Raph's done a brilliant job, arming you with such skill in such a short amount of time..."

Turning his gaze from his eldest brother to his girlfriend, Raph smiled down at her amorously. "I had a good student." he murmured, squeezing her again; causing her cheeks to flush once more.

Leo could now feel the strain of every muscle in his jaw as he forcibly maintained his smile. "So, we've been talking, and... we want to teach you the way of the Ninja-"

Val's eyes bugged out at that, breath catching in her throat.

"-like our... father did us-"

"A-are you serious?" The woman's lips finally tweaked upward as an astonished chuckle escaped them. "Are you- w-wait..." Her gaze ping-ponged between the brothers, once again. "Are you sure it isn't my birthday? Did I get bopped on the head, at some point-"

Mikey proceeded lightly tapping her forehead, "Bop"; to which she playfully pushed him away, with her good hand.

"You know what I mean..."

"No," Leo chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, this... this isn't a trick-"

"You're ready, babe," Raph assured gently. The others hummed and nodded in agreement.

Val gave her boyfriend a mordacious look, raising her injury to his eye level. "I think my beautiful hand would disagree with you-"

"That'll heal, Val," Don reassured, then shrugged. "Besides, you really should start exercising those muscles. L-lghtly, of course, and in short intervals. Recovery's faster that way-"

"Iiin other words..." Mikey interjected, smirking at his purple-banded brother's admonitory look. Ignoring them, Leo proceeded offering Val a hopeful smile.

"So... do you accept?"

Carefully watching her face, the leader pinpointed the exact moment that sliver of doubt melted away; a genuine grin finally gracing her features. "Hell yeah!"

He didn't have to fight to produce this smile. "Good... Now-"

Refusing to allow himself the chance to chicken out, the leader promptly rose from his chair, flashing Raph a knowing glance as he offered Val his hand. "I've one last thing for you."

.

.

.

"There's more??"

---

"Okay, now I know you're messing with me."

Val's anxious gaze darted between the opened door and Leo's beckoning hand. Despite the invitation, it was clear her mind was struggling to accept it.

He couldn't blame her.

She's never seen the inside of this room. There was never an actual conversation between them about it; she never asked and he never offered. But he knew she was curious; he always felt her eyes following him, whenever he excused himself from the group.

"Val," Leo offered a reassuring smile as he motioned, again, to the dimly-lit doorway. His stomach flip-flopped at her gaze finally settling upon it, brain seemingly losing the battle against her body at keeping the fascination at bay. "I promise I'm not messing with you..."

You should've told her this a long time ago...

"I trust you."

Tearing her focus away from the door, Val levelled him with a gawk so intense those brown orbs could've swallowed him whole.

I deserved that.

After a long, tremulous breath, the woman finally nodded; wrapping her arms around herself as she tentatively stepped inside.

Still lounged in the common area, Raph watched the pair disappear; relieved smile pulling at his lips...

"Brrr...!" Val squeezed herself tighter, feverishly rubbing heat back into her arms as she began wandering about the candle-lined room. Only a handful of dozens were lit, casting an eerie glow over them.

"It is freezing! ... Feels like somebody died in here..."

Leo winced. He knew she was being hyperbolic, but she couldn't have struck that nail head any harder if she tried...

Val turned, finding him standing by the table lining the furthest wall; matchbox in one hand, a singular match in the other. His face must've betrayed him as hers promptly fell, replacing perturbation with patent horror.

So, Raph hasn't told you everything...

"Oh, God..." A hand flew to her mouth as she gasped, half-stepping toward him. "Oh my- Leo, I-I'm so, so sorry-!"

Leo held up a placating hand. "Hey, i-it's okay. You didn't know-"

"It was here??"

Leo's eyes unwittingly flickered to the chabudai in the centre of the room; specifically, the bleach-stained patch of concrete directly proceeding it. The sight alone made his hands itch...

Val was suddenly looking very peaky.

"Are you alright-?"

"I'm- I'm fine-" she politely waved his hand away. "I just..." Squeezing her eyes shut and pressing a hand to her chest, the woman took a deep breath; holding it for a moment, before finally releasing.

"How much do you know about our father...?" Leo carefully ventured, when her eyes reopened.

"Not much," Val managed, clearing her throat of the gunk that had abruptly amassed there. She was now looking everywhere but at him. "Raph doesn't really talk about him..."

Leo sighed inwardly at that. Why does that not surprise me...

"...Is that him?"

Following her gaze, the leader realised she'd found the family portrait; a large, vintage-style frame hanging above another table and a cluster of partially melted pillar candles, to their left of the door. The meagre lighting provided little more than five silhouettes, but he presumed the centermost, non-turtle-like one was what drew her in.

"Yeah, that's him."

Igniting the match already in his hand, Leo proceeded lighting the remainder of the candles before them, earning a timid smile and an offer of assistance from his friend.

"Look at you all..." Val stared in awe at the now fully visible photo. Prying his lingering gaze from her face, Leo finally joined her. "Splinter has the sweetest smile... Raph looks like he has gas-"

A snort promptly escaped the terrapin. "Yeah, well..." He shrugged, then gave a wearied sigh as he attempted recalling the events which led to his brother's half-assed attempt at a 'smile'. "He wasn't in the greatest mood that day. I couldn't tell you exactly why though; it's been years since April took this..."

"That's a shame; he usually has a great smile..."

Leo felt pathetic; the temptation to enquire about his own appearance was damn near unbearable. He quickly switched topics.

"Splinter wasn't well..." The leader felt his jaw muscles tense as his face grew hot, and tears began brimming his eyes. Swallowing hard, to stave them off, he attempted continuing. "We didn't find out how unwell he was until... u-until..."

Leo abruptly tore his gaze from his father's face, levelling it at the ground.

No matter how hard he tried eclipsing that image with this happier, healthier... living one, his efforts always resulted in said image growing stronger; more grotesque...

Your fault.

Val's hand touching his shoulder thrust him back to reality. Looking up, her tender smile was looking back.

"You don't have to say anything else," she reassured, with a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for showing me this... and for trusting me."

If this were their story, he'd have obliged that voice urging him to finally close that distance between them.

But it wasn't, and isn't, and never will be.

So, you should

wake

the fuck

UP.

---

(Present)

Pain finally pried Leo from his slumber; pain that had begun as a dull ache, when exhaustion finally, mercifully took him, was suddenly splitting his skull in two.

The leader groaned softly as he hauled himself into a seated position; a sudden coldness blanketing him at the sensation of earth and grass between his fingers...

Tentatively, he turned his gaze outward; flinching at the familiar grave marker mere inches from his face.

The sacramental water dish and ladle toppled over as Leo scrambled to his feet, frantically wracking his brain for the steps that resulted in him spending the night at his father's grave...

His last clear memory of the past several hours was Maggie's inquisitive face and mew, as he padded resolutely through Val's apartment; positioning the bonsai and letter atop her dining table, seizing a final, mournful glance about the room he'd likely never see again, then fleeing into the night.

Nothing about the two-hour drive up here. Nothing about whether he'd run a red light, struck something or someone, triggered a speeding camera... nothing.

Like a spirit floating back into its body, Leo felt his consciousness settle into him as he contritely returned the dish and ladle to the mound, before finally turning to acknowledg his surroundings.

He was indeed where he thought he was.

It was midday, at the very earliest; the harsh, midday sun piercing through the oak's canopy like a kaleidoscope. Across the dirt driveway, flush against the hilltop, sat the charred remains of the bonfire; around which they merrily drank, danced and sang.

He could almost hear it, his last truly happy memory...

Something in the foreground snagged Leo's attention - the van's driver's side door, wide open; interior lights out.

He sighed dejectedly as he traipsed toward it, head throbbing and limbs still stiff from the uncomfortable sleep. If he'd done what he suspected, he'd be making the dreaded call much earlier than anticipated...

Snatching up the keys from the driver's seat, Leo successfully turned over the engine. But before his mind could grant him respite, his shell-cell - face-down on the passenger's side floor - abruptly began buzzing; thrusting his heart into his throat.

For several agonising moments, the leader watched it vibrate along the carpet; unable or unwilling to reach over and answer, he wasn't quite sure. Probably both. Most definitely both...

Finally, it fell still; that sliver of blue light disappearing instantly. Steeling himself, Leo climbed into the van then closed the door; scooping the device into his trembling hands.

Twenty-one notifications; eleven texts and ten missed calls. Two each from April and Casey, demanding to know what the hell was going on. Eight from Mikey, pleading for him to return home. Six from Donnie, expressing hurt at the absence of a goodbye...

Two from Raph; the most recent call, proceeding a short but strongly worded text:

[I ain't reading this shit. Be a man and pick up the fucking phone]

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"Val, it's totally okay if you don't wanna talk right now. But I need you to at least unlock the door for me, okay? Please..."

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Relief washed over Mol at the sound of shifting beyond the bathroom door, followed shortly by the click of the interior lock.

Gaze fixed on the handle, the raven-haired woman rose to her feet; heart lifting further when it tilted and the door finally creaked open, revealing a despondent Val on the other side.

It broke her heart. "Oh, Val-"

Mol opened her arms and attempted approaching, but her friend recoiled; hands shooting between them as she stepped away, shaking her head. Not even Maggie, who had darted for her human the literal moment she was able, could get an ounce of affection...

Mol sighed inwardly. Rejecting comfort: the telltale sign of a Val guilt spiral...

Once her friend was settled onto one end of the folded sofa bed, Mol lowered herself onto the other; reaching into the burning pocket of her jacket. "I've gotta confess something..."

She then produced a creased envelope, holding it out for Val to take. "Leo-"

The brunette's lip curled slightly at his name, but she accepted nonetheless; turning it in her hands from a marked distance. She paused when the etching came into view, lowering her wrists to her knees with an almost mournful look.

Mol continued. "He left that for you. I... w-when I saw it, I was gonna destroy it... It's obviously none of my business, but..." Shoulders slacking, she heaved a sigh. "I really, really don't like what's going on between you two-"

Val was suddenly staring at her, eyes wide, unblinking and welling with tears; jaw clenched, nostrils flared...

"Wha-" the raven-haired woman spluttered at the sound of frenzied tearing, then the window being shoved open. "What are you doing-"

Mol flinched when her friend abruptly pushed herself to her feet, beelining for the fire escape.

She watched the now obliterated letter be thrusted out into the street, before the window was promptly slammed shut.

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Masterlist / Chapter 25

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[jennyandvastraflint]

Xena Reactions S2Ep17

I love Gabrielle's storytelling

"You should hear me tell stories about you, that's when I really get going" 🏳️‍🌈 Gabrielle your gay is showing

A TAVERN

"Toast this"

FITEEEE. Gabrielle is so skilled

They just shove door open

A judge

Gabrielle has a lot of blind faith in this man, whoever he is

Oh no. Death. Etc

Gabrielle believes him very immediately... Hmm

Do they sell replicas of the murder weapon 😭

"The execution of Maliga is for everyone, not just you early birds. Now shush, I need to focus on my knitting."

Oop he was like I could judge you, Xena

"Sometimes the truth can be a heavy burden"

"He's not a cyclops, he's just a one-eyed guy"

My poor Gabrielle :<

Food???

DID GABRIELLE PUT A SLEEP DRAUGHT... EHEHEHE YES

Uh oh he nicked a sword

OH NO. I worry about you tho, Gabrielle

NOOO They wanna hurt Gabrielle!

Xena is very worried gf

She doesn't want anyone to hurt Gabrielleeee

I love that they ride together now

"Please, I'm begging you" AAAAAH

Omfg is she gonna try and fight Xena

"Let's just walk away"

THERE'S LOTS OF EMOTIONS HERE

She jumped over Gabrielle...

MY BABYGIRL FELL

OH God they're fiiighting

"If you don't go back it's Gabrielle who'll pay"

SHE IS SO DEFENSIVE OVER HIM T_T

He's breaking Gabrielle's faith in him :( He did do it

Gabrielle my babygirl SHE LOOKS SO SAD SOMEONE GIVE HER A HUG

"Which lie? The one about the drinking or about the killing?"

"Argo's fed, watered, and so brushed she shines" sdjfhd

"You put people on a pedestal" HHHH T_T

Oh is the skull he mentioned the one Xena inspected earlier

UH WHAT'S GOING ON

dhfhdhd she catches all the arrows

"You dropped these"

She just leaves him hanging there

SPIN SPIN SPIN

Faaancy sword

"You didn't kill that man, I did" WATTTT

oops, Xenaaa... 😂

I love how Gabrielle is apparently chill with Xena having killed the guy

"Why don't you go change into some comfortable clothes?" "These are my comfortable clothes" sdhdhs

Oh ffs Arbus, don't be so bloodthirsty

"Cause if I had, you'd already be dead"

UH OH IS ARBUS THE GUY. Oh yea he's a corrupt snake.

Awww he considers her family

Uh oh. YEA DON'T...

NOOOO he took them both with him

Xena is going to rain hell upon him

"If Xena shows, kill her" Fuck offfff

"I want the last face you see in this world to be a friend" 😭

Poor Gabrielle :(

OMG the executioner deciding between his two robes 😭💕

And Xena stole the other one

The intense old man yaoi eye contact. I think Arbus just needs some d-

GABRIELLE! SOMEONE GIVE HER A HUG

Omg it was the actual executioner... I actually did NOT expect that

"Justice" fuck off

HU. HEHE.

AHAHA SHE JUST HELD HIM ON HER SHOULDERS

Arbus fuck offfff...

POOR GABRIELLE MY BBG

Yes hug her, everyone. She needs so many hugs.

Awww, that was surprisingly sweet at the end :3

"When I'm old, I hope I'll be knitting socks" "Don't worry about it, people in our job never get to thst age" PLS- XENA.

[yidhraloves]

Alt. Gabriel x Gn Researcher Reader “Shining Star”

Previous Parts:

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The next day, when you arrived at work, Gabriel was already waiting for you outside, his usual wide grin plastered all over his face.

He greeted you happily, after which he presented the new test results to you.

You forgot to ask him about the missing people yesterday, so now you asked him.

"Oh, you didn't know? 2 days ago, the alternates arrived here. Within these 2 days, 11037 people have gone missing in the surrounding areas, 187 of them happening to be all of our friendly coworkers and managers that worked in this building, so it's just the two of us now!:))"

When you asked Gabriel why he was able to remember all of those numbers, he just deviously smirked at you.

It was really cute.

You gazed into his eyes, softly smiling to yourself.

You didn't notice you were intensely staring at Gabriel while smiling to yourself until 10 minutes had passed. Gabriel spent all that time curiously staring back at you, sometimes tilting his head to the left or right in confusion.

"You should go to sleep earlier" he bluntly stated.

You smiled at him in response, but you knew you wouldn't be doing that, since your old research partner would be coming over tonight to help you continue the research and tests on the alternate corpse.

Ah! You completely forgot about the time! You were going to be late!

You quickly said goodbye to Gabriel and rushed home.

It was so weird, when you were with Gabriel, time flew by!

Your friend was already there waiting when you arrived at home.

Both of you headed downstairs to continue the research.

He made you feel useless, your friend was so good at researching!

He might've found out why alternates have such a cold aura around them.

You were amazed! He found out so much within just two hours!

And you had spent weeks pulling all nighters just to end up with nothing.

Your friend took your hand into his, his warm hand slowly stroking yours.

He was so warm, so calming you almost fell asleep. His face was getting closer to yours.

I don't want this.

What am I doing?

There was a weird screeching noise in the other room. Scratching at the door.

Your friends face was getting closer to yours.

His warm hand touched your cheek. You quickly moved away from your friend as the door flung open,

.

.

.

.

A ALTERNATE.

In your house.

WHAT.

You were frozen, you didn't know what to do, you slowly moved away from the alternate, your back against the wall. You were so scared, you didn't know what to do.

The alternate was whispering inaudible words, moving closer and closer to your friend.

His hands were wrapped around his neck, he——-

he———

Gabriel.

Why is Gabriel here? How did he get into your house?

Gabriel embraced you and kissed your forehead.

He looked deep into your eyes, his gaze felt like it was looking right past your eyes, right into your brain.

Ah right! You had called Gabriel for help!

With your phone!

Didn't you leave your phone upstairs? Why would it be in the research room?

Gabriel was helping you with your research.

.

.

?

Gabriels eyes were so hypnotic, you wished you could be like this, in his embrace forever.

Before you went unconscious, you could hear Gabriel whisper into your ear "Don't worry, my love, it will all be okay. I'll always be here for you, I'm going to protect you, no matter what."

Wasn't your friend helping you with your research? Gabriels touch is just like your frieeee33333 described an alternates touch!

Gabriels touch...is so nice and warm......?

What friend? Are you being delusional? Your f37299292 had already died.

Had he?

It feels like something is messing with your mind.

[noxtivagus]

hfjskfjsdks :<<

[seradae]

My Queen [FF] [monsterfucking] [naga] [alcohol mention]

I remember the first time I saw her; I don't think I'll ever forget it. I was sitting at a lesbian bar, somehow still fending off frat bros from the local university whom either didn't recognize or didn't respect the clear message being sent to them. She was sitting a few stools down and after the third guy approached, I saw she was watching and gave her the "seriously?" look. She gave back the expected eyeroll and then stopped to think for a moment, seeming to zone out. Then it happened.

For a moment, I saw her. The real her. Her face, her eyes, her hair, her blouse -- they all remained. But the stool was gone. Her legs were gone. She was taller, held up by what seemed to be a massive… snake tail. Snake body? I blinked and she was back to human. I pushed my drink away and asked the bartender for a coke, worried that one of the frat guys from earlier had slipped something into my drink. She noticed my distress and came to sit next to me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you."

I understood the words she said, but I couldn't understand what they meant. Entirely thrown off, the only thing I could think to say was, "what?"

"You didn't imagine it. I just pulled down my veil for a moment. I'm sorry that I scared you; if you'd like me to leave you alone, I totally understand," she seemed so confident and yet so sad. This wasn't the first time she'd been through this.

I took a sip of my drink and thanked the bartender, thinking carefully about my next words. "You leaving is the last thing I want."

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We were virtually inseparable after that night. We talked until the bar closed, then went to a 24 hour deli to continue, only parting once the sun began to rise. She had shed her veil entirely an hour or so into our conversation, letting me see the real her for the remainder of the night. We talked about her nature, the struggles she experienced connecting with humans, and those critical little things like our musical tastes and favorite food. When she got home, she texted me a 'thank you' for accepting and listening to her, which I rejected; I owed her thanks for opening my eyes to this whole hidden world.

Our first date was the next night. Well, it started that night, but we ended up spending the next three days together. The first time she kissed me -- really kissed me -- I felt the strong muscles of her lower body writhing against me and knew that I was done for; she could have me any way she wanted.

And that's how we ended up here. A human pet, collared and lovingly taken care of in a way I never considered possible. I had my own room in her house, but I never stayed there, choosing instead to sleep with my naga queen. She was so kind, so loving, so gentle, and so positively twisted in the bedroom, I couldn't resist her if I wanted to.

She never again used her human veil with me, but she did use her powers in more creative ways. One day, we had been in bed making out, just enjoying each other's bodies and minds. She slid her fingers into me and was kissing me passionately, the two halves of her tongue dancing around mine. She fucked me until I couldn't see straight, begging her to let me cum, but she kept saying, "not yet, my lovely pet." When I couldn't take any more, the world shimmered for a moment and she had a second set of arms. They didn't exist, but my body couldn't tell any different.

She pinned my wrists to the bed, towering over me and staring into my eyes. Another hand made its way to my throat, squeezing the sides gently and making me whimper, all the while continuing to fuck me hard and fast. "Cum for me, pet," she said sultrily and I obeyed immediately, the edges of my vision darkening as the bloodflow to my brain was cut off momentarily. I had never experienced an orgasm that forceful, like my body was trying to split itself in a million different directions at once. She released my throat but kept fucking me, every fiber of my being operating only at her direction. "Such a good little fucktoy for your queen, aren't you," she teased as she drew orgasm after orgasm from me.

When she finally let me stop, she held me close and kissed my forehead, cooing, "I love you, pet. You did such a wonderful job." I slept so well in her arms, safe and happy and fulfilled.

[slugdragoon]

RPG Role Analysis Series #5 - Dragon Quest III vs. Final Fantasy I vol.I

It's time to do a bit of compare and contrast! I want to talk about Dragon Quest III, but I think we need to compare it to Final Fantasy I, because they have such a similar structure, and together are so foundational in the JRPG world.

Dragon Quest III was released just two months after Final Fantasy I, so I don't think they influenced each other much. The Wizardy series was already on IV around the same time, and Ultima IV had come out years earlier, and many of the classes in Final Fantasy and Dragon Quest III are analogous to those games, which in turn are taken from D&D.

Despite this, the chosen classes for each game have so much overlap! FFI has six, which each have a promoted class, but each class promotes only to that advanced class and can't change mid-game. There is also no main charater, your four party members are equal and your party composition can be anything. DQIII on the other hand allows you to choose your three party other members at will mid-game, but you always have to have Erdrick, the protagonist.

Warrior (FF) / Warrior (DQIII) - The damage-dealing knight in both games. Both Warriors are tanks that wear the best armour and swing the strongest weapons, their job is to hit things and stay alive long enough to push through damage. In DQIII however, the Warrior cannot learn Magic, whereas the FF Warriors' promotion, the Knight, can learn low-level White Magic, making it a bit more of a paladin sort, actually. There is no further distinction in FFI of access to spells than the level of spells a job can access, so all low-level White Magic is available to the Knight, meaning they can heal (single or multi-target), deal holy damage to a group of undead, increase allies defence and evasion, or reduce incoming fire and lightning damage, making them have a role in supporting the party as well as dealing damage.

Monk (FF) / Fighter (DQIII) - FFI monks and DQIII fighters are more similar than the Warriors in that in both games, neither can learn spells, including The Monk's Master promotion. Both wear no armour, and no weapons (except claws can be used in DQIII without penalty), and hit hard weaponless, but are left as glass cannons due to their lack of armour. FFI monks emphasize being faster than other classes, and DQIII fighters have a higher critical hit chance, but the main draw of both is that they save the party money by having one fewer member to buy expensive items for. In addition, they can reach their maximum potential better than two Warriors who would compete for the same rare/unique swords. This is especially useful in DQIII, as a Hero-classed Erdrick will always need this gear. These early games don't have monks do especially monk-like things, like have any special fighting abilities, their job is to be low maintenance, above all.

White Mage (FF) / Cleric (DQIII) - Both classes have low physical stats, but aren't as helpless at using weapons as the Black Mage/Mage. They won't deal your main damage, and have to be carefully guarded, but it won't be completely worthless to attack normally when no one needs healing (which is great, as their magic does not focus on damage either), and won't necessarily crumple instantly, but should be carefully guarded. Both types can heal, revive, do multi-target damage for a large MP cost, reduce incoming magic damage, buff (evasion and defence for White Mages, agility for Clerics), and heal status effects. The DQIII Cleric can cause sleep status and debuff enemy defence, wheras the White Mage can only dispel defences (not truly a debuff, which is the realm of the Black Mage). The Cleric also has instant death spells, where the White Mage can protect against the same from enemies.

Black Mage (FF) / Mage (DQIII) - Both the DQIII Mage and the Final Fantasy Black Mage have pitiful weapon attack power, as they are meant to only attack using spells. In DQIII, items exist to cast spells for free, which gives the Mage something to do without blowing all their MP. The Mage can buff party defense, the Black Mage can caste Haste, and both can buff party attack, both cast elemental damaging spells, and slow enemies. The DQIII mage get a lot of the dungeon traversal utility spells that carry over from the protagonist of DQI and the Prince of Cannock in DQII (and some new ones), as was as a magic reflecting spell and some polymorphing. The FFI Black Mage has instant death spells and status effects like blind and stone.

The DQIII mages have more of a mix of spells probably influenced by the roles of the Prince of Cannock and Princess of Moonebrook. The result is that the Cleric feels more like a D&D Cleric, with about the same level of offensive options, and the Mage feels more like a D&D Wizard who learns a variety of spells with different functions, including niche utility cases. The Final Fantasy ones really focused down on having the White Mage do purely beneficial effects to the party and the Black Mage do purely detrimental effects to the enemy (exception:making other people hit them harder), and fully exclusively own those roles.

Damn my posts are so long, I'll do some of the more divergent/interesting classes in another post (Red Mages/Sages, Thieves, the Merchant, Hero and the Jester).

[delusion-of-negation]

my opinions on this stupid shit:

morality and quality do not have objective parameters, and in casual conversation it's fine to say "that's bad", but if you're a professional then fucking explain what you mean, how you get from a to b. it's literally your only job to elaborate on it.

bitch try having your muscles, joints, heart, and lungs slowly disintegrate, while you get a couple hours sleep max, and tell me that you wouldn't start to get a more abrupt tone. ffs.

don't waste my time with hours debating subjectivity, only to turn around, when I finally think we've found our ideological difference and come to the root of our disagreement, to say actually all of this is because you're upset by phraseology.

you read into that. you made that shit up. anger, secret deep meanings about how stupid you are, whatever other shit. it's literally not something I said. sorry you're upset but fuck off.

when I say that I'm not going to "uwu apowogise for being wude mister pwesident" I'm not making fun of struggling to type, I'm making fun of fake meek self-deprecating bullshit.

why did this become a drama. somebody misunderstood my post and I told them so in an abrupt tone, and like five weird directions are already forming. I just wanna play pokémon.

re

also, don't read into this. I'm tired. I'm in pain. I'm blunt. you hurt some of my feelings by not talking to me and gossiping instead, while we were having the "friendly clearing it up" convo to me. it would be stupid of me to pretend that wasn't the case. but don't pretend that's deep or whatever, it's a papercut at best. I swear, I don't think that'd prove an anger. but I know I can't convince y'all.

[igaveyouamortentia]

He doesn't understand it..

I miss him so much:( all I wanna do is talk to him, I don't need to rest, he's my resting and relaxation. I think he's kinda happy that I got a job..And that I'll be busy and he thinks I should spend less time with him and focus on my life.. Maybe get a partner who's more suitable for me.. No.. He doesn't understand that if we want, we make time for what matters us so much, and he means everything to me, so of course every free second I'd get I'd annoy him:(

I really hate that I have to take this job... And be away for a long time, not even doing too much working, just wasting time. I mean it's fine in a way that he sleeps until late so he'd not do much when I get back and miss out on his entire day.. It's easy to get distant like that..which I really don't want.. But what I also hate about this is that I can't stay up with him until late nights like 4 am and talk.. About everything really. And I'd only have one free day of the week.. I mean I can get weekend off, sometimes.. And it's just four hours, but soo early the next day! So just wake up earlier so no one will come in for 4 hours. 😪Maybe on Sunday.. But such a waste of everyone's time. Or don't open up every week day and have those off ffs.

I'm just afraid of losing him over this.. Which is stupid.. I know I can't really lose him over this, but what if he'll think he no longer fits in my life and he should go.. Fuck no.