#but thought about how pissed off f!leo would be

[nani-nonny]

F!Leo AU where he comes back to the past (SHOCKING) but everything has been solved, krang have been stopped just like the movie and he thinks everything is okay. He’s chilling with the past Hamato, grateful that they stopped the krang

Until the future krang follow him to the past and release the past krang from the prison dimension and the EPF with the sole purpose to kill off the remaining survivor of the future timeline and to rid of the turtles in every timeline because personal vendetta things (future krang definitely not annoyed they weren’t able to completely decimate every living thing on earth and let one slip away /hj)

[twrk11]

hello ,, hehe ,, i just came across ur acc and i love how you write for towa ,, is it okay if i ask for nsfw headcanons for taiga fico leo sho ren haku and jin (am more hoping for taiga leo haku and ren if you only write a specific amount of chars) , where mc is like real submissive for them in front of others, but in closed doors mc is dom hevfhbenfbeneb (⁠๑⁠♡⁠⌓⁠♡⁠๑⁠) ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡ feel free to ignore if it makes u uncomfy 🩷

NSFW Tokyo Debunker Headcanons & short fic | 18+

Characters : Taiga, Leo, Ren, Haku

Hello anon!! Glad you’re here ☺️!! Thanks so much for liking the Towa fic, I feel honored! I really did like this idea, I hope I fulfilled it the way you wanted!! This is personally my first time ever doing an ask so thank you for this!

I originally was going to do all the ones you mentioned but.. I ended up having too much fun. Took me a while to write all that I wanted! Perhaps i’ll revisit and do the other three?

(Apologies if some are longer than others! ~ 😢)

Content : All is of course consensual! No mention of readers gender, Smut, mentions of oral, riding, pegging, sex, begging, mention of a collar, brat, sub!characters, dom!reader, punishment, humiliation, bondage

words: 1415

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Taiga

-Definitely confused him the first time !

-You were so cute sitting on his lap at the poker table.. How did he end up fucked out of his mind?

-You were such a good submissive kitty.. He couldn’t help but think about pounding you until you were sobbing on how good it felt.

-He wants you to do it more though. He loves seeing you bounce on his cock. You’re so.. Eager,

-Don’t tease him, he will be angry and give you the nastiest glare he can muster (If he’s not fucked out)

-Grunts for sure, might be able to squeeze a whimper out every so often.

-If you don’t restrain him, he will claw and scratch at you.

-.. put a collar on him. Might piss him off but he’d also make such a cute kitty~!

-don’t get too close to his mouth, he might bite. He’s feisty.

“Gghh-“ He’d grunt, his brows furrowed. He’d jerk his hands, god those handcuffs pissed him off to no end. He’d glare at you, purposefully trying to rut his hips up into you harshly. He wanted to be in control! God- but when you slapped him when he did so.. he couldn’t lie, his cock twitched and throbbed. He wouldn’t warn you if he was about to cum, I’m .. quite frankly not so sure he could. But he certainly has tell tale signs!

“Mh~” A small whimper escaped his throat. Oh he might burst-!

“Go on.. you can cum~” you’d coo, gently running your hands on his chest.

He’d erupt immediately, his eyes shut as he couldn’t help the whines. His hands would shake, then he’d open his eyes, too dazed to even think.

Leo

-You were submissive in public—! It was perfect for his social media!!

-When you showed up in his videos and acted the way you did- you were so cute..

-It had helped fuel any of his fans desires at the thought of Leo being dominant. Really brought in the views!

-… how did he end up eating you out/sucking your dick with you calling him a good boy?

-either way.. he’s a brat. So fucking annoying

-He’d threaten to blackmail you.

-watch out, he miiiight try to spit on you.

-Just show him his place, might take a bit but he will eventually be broken down and a sobby mess for you~!

-He’d be so good at begging, and he loves to, even if he doesn’t wanna admit it

-He loves being restrained, please do so.. He wants to feel helpless.

-He’s loud.. like.. really.. really loud.. Moaning, whining, whimpering.

-He’d try to be quiet but eventually he can’t contain it—! You might have to help shut him up if he’s too loud..? Or you could let him be.. it’d humiliate him with how loud he is.

-Oh.. he’d hate to admit he loves being humiliated.

-Ride him, peg him/fuck him, he honestly loves it all, anything to get him a mess.

“F-Fuck-! M-Mmh~” He sobbed, he tried to not jerk his hips. Aahh.. but he couldn’t help it-! It felt like he had no control- over the situation or his body. Who would’ve thought you’d make him the pillow princess?

“I-Im gonna cum~!” He cried, he came immediately as soon as the words fell from his mouth.

.. Did you allow him to cum..? I don’t recall you ever did..? Don’t forget to punish him— Otherwise he will think he can do whatever he wants!

Ren

-He honestly quite liked how submissive you were in public. It made you so easy to tease and .. he’s mean.

-He got a real kick out of making fun of you!

-You were so agreeable and did whatever he asked, download a game and enter the referral code? You did it in a heartbeat! You were so eager to please!!

-.. Now he has to beg.. Fuck- he didn’t want to do that. That’s.. humiliating.

-Expect back talk. He’s definitely a brat.

-.. He will end up begging. And eventually he will be no stranger to it. The words really just can’t seem to help themselves other than to tumble out of his mouth.

-Oh he’s a whiner. He whimpers sooooo good.

-Please don’t restrain him— He NEEDS to grab onto something to keep him grounded.

-Whether that’s you or the sheets doesn’t matter he needs something, anything.

-(though I do believe he wouldn’t like touching much during sex just based on how he acts- I do think he has certain times and parts of the body he’s happy to have contact with. Does that make sense?)

-He definitely is a crier, it feels just too good.. he can’t help it.

“Fuck no! I’m not begging for you-“ .. Or so, that’s what he claimed. Slap him around a bit, toy a bit with his nipples. Oh, of course his nipples are sensitive. He’d shiver- it felt so so good-

“Why’d you stop..?” His voice was out of breath. His cock was so tight against his pants, this is not fair- Why were you playing games right now?

“Beg. You want more?” You’d demand, but would be met with a scoff. Didn’t he already tell you he’s not doing that? Who even put you in char- his cheek stung. His nipples hardened, as he felt his cock dribble out precum. No way he just got turned on from you slapping him— right? .. Tease his nipples a bit more, punish him until he finally begs. He’ll eventually learn that begging can get him everywhere!

“P-please~ C-cum-“ He can barely speak, just hiccup and sob words out, with his hands moving between gripping the sheets and your waist. His tears slowly slide down his cheeks- he’s so needy.. and once given permission he really can’t hold back anymore.

“Mm-mh~! M-MC-!” He sobbed your name as he came- his voice cracking.

Haku

-Oh you were just adorable when you reacted to his flirting.

-He really loved to tease you! He couldn’t help but imagine how you’d be in bed.

-He was so forward, and you were shy, obviously flustered easily. How could you not be submissive?

-.. Well.

-He was sorely mistaken, hm?

-He couldn’t help but love the view of you riding/fucking/pegging him, but goodness, his neck throbbed with all the times you bit him—!!

-He moans for sure, he’s quite loud too. Grunts and whines every now and then.

-He’d still tease you, he can’t help but be oh so forward with you.

-If he’s fucked out, he can’t help but look at you with a dazed expression- mumbling out how much he wants more.

-He’d LOVE to run his hands all over your body, he wants to connect with you in whatever way he can.

-He really wishes he could ravage you- you’d be so so cute.. Ah but your expression now.. He can’t deny how it makes his dick throb and ooze out pre-cum.

-He’s well behaved! But he will for sure be a bit of a brat. He can’t let you have it too easy can he? Though.. he’d happily do whatever you want, he just wants to satisfy you!

-He’s a massive slut, please make him cum over and over again. He doesn’t care if he’s overstimulated, he needs more. He’s insatiable.

-Loves praise! He craves knowing if he’s a good boy.

-Can’t help but love degradation as well, makes him feel so dirty. He really just wants to be your bitch.

“O-oh fuck— MC-“ He moaned as his lids seemed to flutter shut. You rolled your hips, just the way he liked. He let his hands roam over your body, gently caressing it .

“Please go faster baby- Mmh~” He slightly whined. He wanted you to use him- if it made you happy please do so. He really truly just wanted to be your whore.

“Yeah? Like that? Such a slut, begging for more. Mm- You’re such a good boy for me.” You whispered in his ear as you sped up, causing him to shiver and his cock twitch. When your hand wrapped around his neck and gently applied pressure, mixed with the soreness of all the hickeys littering his skin, he couldn’t help cum.

“F-fuck~! MC-! D-don’t stop please—“ He cried out- he needed more. Just truly drain him dry, he’d cum for you as much as you like.

[internals1ut]

Could we get Leo power bottom content 👉👈

(Any pairing would do, maybe male mc..? :3c)

I am so happy for a request for Dom!Male/MC so I can also introduce this -

When I say Male MC this is who I am thinking of. I drew him, his name is Cosmos. That's gonna be our Male MC for this blog -

But you can also view as Male MC however you want, this is just how I view him and I love him so much because I just started to watch New Wish and I did love Cosmos as a kid so now this boy needs a Wanda... Maybe Leo can be Wanda 👀💘

I hope you guys like him as much as I do,

Now

Onto the blog -

18+/nsfw/minors gtfo

Leo is the type to talk a whole big game before anything starts. Mostly because it comes to a surprise to him that it had led to this ---- Are you kidding me?! He knows EXACTLY what he was doing from the moment he opened his big mouth of his!

His hands will often graze softly over MC's crotch as a way to tease him and to tell him that he is ready to have sex. And if he doesn't get what he wants soon he is going to have a fit about it before or afterwards depending on how late his advances ended up being.

Once they are finally in the room together, Leo will take MC and kind of lead them to the bed. It will start off as casual make out before it gets more heated and their bodies start to rub up against each other.

Leo's back will press against the pillows as he unbutton his pants saying that is all he will do and for MC that he'll need to do the rest. At least he unbuttoned his pants what a gentleman...

MC will be the one who takes it off and watches as Leo gets hard. He took off his own pants and tried to slide inside, but Leo placed his foot in his face with a snarky laugh. "Please! You think you can just casually stick it in?! Bitch please! Suck my dick like you are going to worship it"!

MC rolled his eyes as he moved away from Leo's foot and opened his mouth and took in Leo's dick in his mouth before spoiling the grey hair guy get whiney in need.

Leo moans softly as he weakly watches from his eyes half open and he rocked his hips into MC's mouth almost like he wanted to choke MC a little.

MC gave a soft glare at Leo when Leo was pretty much throat fucking him. He pulled away when he assumed he was done, Leo was so kind enough to let him slip inside, finally. Isn't Leo so kind!

Leo wrapped his legs around MC and smirked softly. "Come once make my legs numb ~ And don't stop until my legs are trembling, if you fail to do this, I'll be sure to let everyone know that your dick was so small you weren't able to make me feel good"~

That kind of pissed off MC. Leo would do that... Wouldn't he? MC pushed inside which earned a small hiss from Leo. "Asshole! Don't shove in so rough"!

"But I thought you like it rough"~

Leo blushed softly as he could feel himself squeezing on MC who was already inches inside him . "F-Fuck okay! Move faster then"!

"Sure if you ask me nicely"~

"F-Fuck that! "

"Oh then I guess we will move nice and slow"~ MC chuckles as he moves slowly inside even though it was torture for him too he loved seeing Leo's smartass slowly turn into a needy mess.

"F-Fuck fine... Hurry and move faster"..!

"No I don't think so, you don't seem like you meant it".

Leo whines out. "Fuck... Please... Move faster, I need it.. Come on.. "

"Well I guess I can be a little nice to you"~ MC held Leo's hips as he moved faster and a little rougher inside Leo. Leo moaned as his back arched slightly with his hips glued to the bed from MC's hands.

Their time continued for five rounds until Leo couldn't anymore, he was a sobbing mess, his body was sticky from his sweat and cum fluids that dripped on him.

The sixth and last round, Leo cum on his own and then MC pulled out before rubbing it out and came on Leo's face.

Leo licked the corner of his lip where it landed before smirking a little. "G-Good boy~ you did good you know ~ he pulled MC down to lay with him before he showered him with kisses.

Thank you for reading sorry for he seems more bratty than a powerbottom I tried I swear 🥺

Don't forget to come and join the discord on @internalscream1ng carrd

[happyk44]

jasico prompts!!!!! i have several you can choose ur favorite:

stupid newlyweds who are on honeymoon and therefore their braincells are dead, not noticing weird things happening around them bc 1) they're used to weird shit 2) they just got married and are too into each other to notice the terrorist attacks, alligators, and mafia shootouts

classic coffeeshop au except this coffeeshop is definitely a front for money laundering but the receptionist is So Cute so you can't blame jason for going there everyday

jason has wall of nico photos that are definitely not creepy and he insists that its just his cork board where he puts photos of friends on except its mostly nico.

god!jason kidnaps nico to piss hades off but oops now he's in love and he keeps making excuses as to why he cant release nico: weather's too hot, you owe me money, i have a cold, etc etc

It wasn't a shrine. No matter what Leo said, it wasn't a shrine. Shrines were completely different - Jason knew that. He had a couple actual shrines and this, this was just a photo album. It wasn't even technically dedicated to Nico. It just sort of... ended up there.

Jason couldn't really pinpoint when or how Nico's photos became the prime material of edge page. The album had been a simple idea. Something to look at when he was feeling lonely and remember that he had friends. Initially it was just a small photo book he took with him on his travels but ever since Leo made him that portable printer, he had expanded it to a couple collections.

He hadn't been hiding it either. The albums were innocuous from first glance, protected. Everyone knew he had them, he talked about them all the time. Every time he whipped out his disposable camera, and then later his shock-proof phone, he'd say a quick, "For the album." And they'd smile and pose. There were a lot of candid photos too.

Travelling was just easier for Nico. So he was around more. Checked in more. Of course, Jason was going to have a lot of photos of him.

But as he flipped through his albums, he was beginning to speculate that maybe Leo was onto something. It still wasn't a shrine but...

Well, Nico was pretty. The light caught his face in wonderful angles. There were times he'd be laughing and Jason would think, I have to remember this.

The thing about losing all your memories? You wanted to make sure you had something, just in case it happened again. He wanted physical proof. Leo was here. Piper baked cookies. Hazel had a birthday.

Nico laughed. Nico smiled. Nico disappeared into the corner shadows of the wall. Nico held a puppy. Nico walked around with a half-grown chicken on his head for two hours.

Jason closed the album shut and set it aside. Nerves tousled up inside him. This was... perhaps a problem he had not anticipated. He steeled his breathe inside himself.

It wasn't a shrine. Shrines were for worshipping. For holiness. And his pitures of his friends were important and beloved, but they weren't worshipped. Or holy to him. They were just memories. They were just moments. They were just...

He closed his eyes and exhaled softly.

Sprawled out on the bed, Leo snored. Jason honed in on the sound as he creaked open the album closest to him and reviewed the photos. Nico's hair caught in the moonlight, his head tilted back up to the stars, eyes closed, face blissful. Half a second later when he caught Jason taking a picturing and started laughing. Another half second and the smear of his hand, his dark eyes peeking out just above.

Jason traced the picture.

I knew you loved him, Leo had laughed hours ago as he'd flipped through pages, but I didn't realize it was obsessive horror movie shrine type love.

Of course, Jason loved him. He loved all his friends. Nico was important to him. And these photos weren't - they were just a memories. Just moments.

Jason flipped through the pages of the album. The brushes of air caught against his skin. Thoughts of sinking into shadowy tendrils, the rush of nothingness, fluttered to the front of his mind. Nico's hands cold against his. His quiet, Are you okay? as Jason readjusted to solid ground.

In the album, Nico reflected back at him from every corner. Dark eyes glinting with secret smiles. The curve of his jaw. The spread of his hands. Other people sat in the pages too. But Nico outnumbered them all. He was front and center. Just looking at him filled Jason with a thick warmth he hadn't felt in a very long time.

He paused. An understanding dawned on him.

Of course, I love him, he's my friend, he'd huffed back at Leo earlier. And it's not a shrine.

Leo had grinned wickedly. His eyes were alight with a knowing that Jason detested. He hated the way Leo always seemed to know him better than he knew himself. Not in a factual logical way - but emotionally. Jason could introspect on himself for decades and never come out with the emotional understanding Leo could sniff out just by looking at him.

It's totally a shrine, dude. He'd laughed a little here, hipchecked Jason. And you're not thinking of the same love I'm thinking of.

He didn't elaborate then and Jason didn't ask. But he got it now.

Maybe it was a shrine then. Sort of. Looking at Nico - candid and posed - filled him with a quiet delight, a sense of clarity. And there was devotion there. It sat quiet in his bones, waiting for the moment Nico would appear from the shadows like an unholy angel. Then it would rattle up cut through Jason's core like a hot knife. Like an iron brand.

He'd been branded in the name of a god before. Although then, he had been an unknowing participant, sat down before a group of adults and burned until his tongue bled. His shrine was devoted to a statue. His prayers heard without much response.

This time was different. His shrine was smiles and humanity, warmth. His calls went answered every time. The brand on his soul had been placed there willingly. He'd chased it down with heavy teeth and was rewarded with blood and family.

Jason pushed Leo's legs out of the way and crawled into place next to him.

The last couple of years had been spent wandering around from place to place, restoring temples, building shrines, remembering the forgotten, taking care of the old. In his travels, he'd hoped for a deity he could take pride in like he used to. When he'd ask them what they wanted from a follower, they'd smile knowingly with crooked teeth and sharp eyes and shaky hands.

They knew the truth he was too blind to see.

He'd already found his god.

Now he just needed to prove his devotion.

[v3nusxsky]

⚡Hello there!👋⚡

How are you doing today darling?

I hope you are fine and if not, here some love and sparkles: 💖✨♥️✨💖✨♥️💞✨✨❤️💖✨💞💕

I was wondering if I could request a Lady Lesso x f!reader. With reader looking a lot like Rafal which makes Leo unsettled and angry (as she thinks r is just like him and isn't as sweet as she pretends). So Lesso acts mean and cold towards r who just trying to be nice causing her to lose it and just yell at her that she is a jerk and confessing in the process her feelings for her along with how self-conscious she is about her appearance. So something angsty but fluffy at the end

Sorry for the long request, it's always a good moment whenever I see you published something. Your works is amazing! 💕

Have a good evening/night/day/afternoon!!

Lots of love ❤️

-🌙✨

Him| Angst/H&C

*Authors note~ you all know I had to hit this with some *personal* daddy issues of my own. My lovely moon anon I hope this fore fills the request*

Trigger warnings~ daddy issues? Idk man angst is real here

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

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You were not surprised when you landed in the school for evil. I mean look at your sperm donor, it all made sense that your bloodline would lead you here. But if there was one thing you prided yourself on, it was being the polar opposite to him. It was something you'd made sure of, anytime you were related to him you'd feel so disappointed in yourself. Just because he gave you half your DNA didn't mean you had to be like him. You were you. You are own person and he wasn't taking that away from you. Or was he?

You were just you, no pretending to be anyone you weren't, yet the Dean of the school seemed to hate you. She was unnecessarily harsh to you, her anger flared at you and for some reason no matter how hard you tried to be good - a weird concept for a never- she seemed to find ways to pick at you. It was borderline ridiculous at this point. You'd seen more of the Doom room than your own dorm, and it was starting to wear on your nerves. Your peers noticing the treatment and teasing you on how you seemed to just piss her off that much. She hated you just by looking at you.

Truly, that hurt, you'd always been so insecure about your looks. You hated that you had most of your facial features in resemblance to him, you wished to look more like your mother. But you can't change that. So you worked on making yourself different to him. But here and now Leonora Lesso was making that extremely difficult, she was making you feel so many negative emotions that bottling them up wasn't an option. The final straw came when you were dragged to the Doom room for what felt like the hundredth time this week.

"You" she sneered as she came strutting forward towards you. "No you!" You roared wondering where the sudden burst of confidence came from. "I'm tired of this! What did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so fucking much? Don't tell me you don't because this", you gestured around the room, "says otherwise  Lesso. So what the fuck is your problem" you finished off panting from the rant before you realised what had happened. You crouched down into a corner and sobbed, ignoring the other women as you were drawn into your own mind. Thoughts spiralling round your mind.

"Bad. Don't wanna be him. Fuck so stupid. Need to be better. Don't want to be him. Need to be me. Not him." You muttered over and over as you rocked yourself slightly. There in that moment Lesso saw her error, yet she didn't dare say anything. What if this was a trick? Just like he would do? She couldn't let her guard down yet. It was too much of a risk.

Some time later you'd managed to soothe yourself enough for you to stand up. "You know for someone who's so fucking gorgeous you can be a real asshole. I don't understand why I want you to like me so bad. It's clear you hate me, yet I seem to be drawn to you. It's frustrating. I mean I know I'm ugly, I know who I come from. I know I'm not the smartest or the meanest Never in the school. I know I have no real value to you but all I seem to want is for you to like me" you admitted with a slight blush. Truly you didn't understand why you were seeking her approval but you were.

"Rafal he is your father?" She muttered and you visibly cowered away. "Sperm donor yes, he's nothing to me" you made sure there was no room for arguments. "I know what he did Leo, he's a bastard for hurting you that way, the same way he hurt us" trailed off not realising what your just admitted to the older woman. "I'm nothing like him Leo, just give me a chance" you whimpered slightly the silence scaring you until she scooped you into a bone crushing hug. "I'm so so sorry sweetheart. Truly I never meant to hurt you I was just scared. I promise from now on a clean slate okay?" Causing you to nod into her shoulder, just soaking in the embrace she was offering.

Word count~ 924

[jewwyfeesh]

The Lost Tome - 2

Writer: Mitsuki

Characters: Suou Tsukasa, Mikejima Madara, Sena Izumi, Narukami Arashi, Tsukinaga Leo

Translated by: jewwyfeesh

Leo: It’s not good for your body if you’re always angry ☆

[ ♪ ]

Season: Autumn

Location: Yumenosaki Academy Walkway

Izumi: (Where the hell did the King run off to? Tch, I can’t find him anywhere.)

(Though… Rather than saying I can’t find him at all, I have a feeling that Ou-sama’s trying to hide from me on purpose. I know he’s back in school, but I’ve searched high and low and checked every nook and cranny — there’s literally no way he can’t be found.)

(Perhaps someone told him in advance? Only Kasa-kun and Naru-kun knew that I’d gone looking for our King back then — just who ratted me out?)

(Must’ve been that Shitty Okama, getting on my damn nerves again! Sure, if you wanna play tag, I’d gladly keep you company till the very end!)

(Hm? Mikejima and Anzu are up ahead. I’m unsure if I’ll even be able to glean some information off of them, but it doesn’t hurt to try.)

Madara: Someone’s full of energy! An angry Izumi-san is truly a vision to behold! Though, Anzu-san, there’s no need to be afraid! You can rest assured, Mama will handle it! Hahahaha!

I’ll help you answer any questions Izumi-san may ask.

Izumi-san, fancy seeing you here! You’re truly a sight for sore eyeeeeees…!

Izumi: Hello…

While bumping into you both doesn’t necessarily make me feel any happier, but since we’re already here, I suppose it’s worth a shot.

Did you see the King? If you see him, notify me immediately. If not, get lost, stop blocking the road. I need to find that idiot today.

Madara: I did not see Leo-san at all… ☆

Though, aren’t you prickly today! Did something happen?

Izumi: Hmph, telling you won’t help me in my search for Ou-sama, would it?

But whatever. You have a good relationship with him, don’t you? I was hoping that when you find that idiot later, you could help remind him of some things.

Although Knights has been doing better after the King’s return, to the point where others have been praising the resurrection of a powerhouse unit…

But slacking off for that particular reason is unacceptable. Complacency on the battlefield is but a sure-fire way to send oneself to ruin; and yet, the King is capricious as ever.

That’s my motive behind looking for him today — I need to teach that idiotic Ou-sama a lesson!

Madara: (Ah, so that’s the reason behind Izumi-san’s actions… Izumi-san’s prioritising Knights' wellbeing, but I’ve already promised Leo-san to safeguard his secret. I’ll be sure to pass Izumi-san’s regards on to Leo-san later.)

Though, what’s that in your hand? Is that a sword? A furious Izumi-san brandishing a sword… How majestic, hahahaha!

Izumi: This? This is Ou-sama’s toy, as well as evidence of his negligence.

That guy would sometimes skip on practice; and if that wasn’t bad enough, Knights events too! This time, he even brought a f**king toy to practice, as if that isn’t just throwing gasoline into a blazing fire! He’s really pissing me off!!!!

Leo: (So that’s what happened… Sena’s treating that sword as some sort of toy.)

(At first, I’d thought of hiding here to eavesdrop on what Sena and Mikejimama could be talking about, but ended up hearing something rather disastrous.)

(Although I do disappear… sometimes… But this misunderstanding is something that must be cleared up.)

(As they always say, one must take responsibility for their actions! Everyone does that! Okay! I think it’s better if I reveal myself.)

Yoohoo~

Oh? Sena! What a coincidence, seeing you here.

Why’re you so angry? Did someone upset you? Eh? You somehow look even more displeased — your face’s all red.

It’s not good for your body if you’re always angry ☆

Izumi: For f**ks sake, you acting as if nothing happened… The one pissing me off is you!

Ou-sama, you… I… I don’t even know what to say anymore!

I need to cool off and get my thoughts in order. Aaaargh, sooooo annoying!

Ou-sama, ditching our practice is one thing, but our events too! Hmph, don’t think I’m in the dark about it. I’ve asked the fans at the venue, and they all said they’ve seen you! Don’t you dare try to bluff your way through this!

This time, you’ve even brought this toy to practice! I hope you can very well offer me an explanation!

Leo: Oh, that’s not a toy, it’s a sword. It’s because the book from earlier really got the creative juices flowing! In my search for the feeling of being a knight-errant, I specially commissioned someone to buy a sword for me.

Though, I’ve completed the piece, and so happened to have bumped into Sena! Here, here, you have a look too~ ☆

Izumi: …………

Leo: Sena, you’re looking hella confused? Why? What’s wrong? Is it because my composition was too amazing, and you got a shock from it~?

Izumi: Excuse me? Don’t go around blindly trying to guess what I’m thinking!

It– It’s not a bad piece I guess… But, don’t think that you’re able to wriggle your way out of the mess from earlier just because of this particular outcome. I can see that you’re doing your part too, so I’ll let you go this time.

With that being said, could you please be more involved in our activities and practices outside of composing? Are you even aware of what it means to be the leader? Don’t just disappear as and when you like!

Tsukasa: Sena-senpai, Leader, I would like to request that the both of you cease your fighting. The members of Knights should all get along with each other; now really isn’t the time for us to be demoralized and disunited…

Arashi: Tsukasa-chan’s right. Everyone should coexist in peace~

Izumi: Kasa-kun, don’t just run over and start pulling me away— I wasn’t fighting with Ou-sama, the situation is not what you think it is. And, why are the both of you here?

Tsukasa: That’s because after you left, Narukami-senpai and I came to the conclusion that you’d gone to look for Leader; judging by your furious expression, we were worried that a large Conflict would come to pass. Thus, in order to avoid such a scenario, the both of us came over to mediate……

But uh… Are you sure the both of you aren’t quarrelling?

Madara: Relax, Tsukasa-san. As a bystander, I can testify that the worst of it is over, and that the both of them are getting along rather swimmingly, hahahaha!

Though I am curious to know how this happened in the first place? What about this book that you mentioned? I’m super curious about the source of inspiration for Leo-san’s song! And don’t forget to tell me what happeneeeeeed!

Izumi: Good lord you’re annoying as hell, Mikejima! Whatever, I’ll tell you what happened, I guess.

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1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen

2 Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkein

3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte

4 Harry Potter series

5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee

6 The Bible

7 Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte

8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell

9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman

10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens (pretty sure I did but I have no memory of it)

11 Little Women – Louisa M Alcott

12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy

13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller

14 Complete Works of Shakespeare (who did read this? do you even know how many books are there?)

15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier

16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien (the hobbit the hobbit the hobbit the hobbit)

17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks

18 Catcher in the Rye (I've started it, like, 5 times, and every time when I reach the similar points I just kind of drift off and "forget" to read further)

19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffeneger

20 Middlemarch – George Eliot

21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell

22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald

23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens

24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy (of fucking course it's here)

25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams

26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh

27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky (OF FUCKING COURSE it's there GODDAMNIT) (fun fact: that is actually Dostoyevsky's weakest book. You will get much better Dostoyevsky experience if you pick The Idiot, The Demons or The Brothers Karamazov)

28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck

29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll

30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame

31 Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy (ahh)

32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens (that I definitely remember reading but no idea what was it about)

33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis

34 Emma – Jane Austen

35 Persuasion – Jane Austen

36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis

37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini

38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres

39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden (i regret it okay)

40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne

41 Animal Farm – George Orwell

42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown (omg yess. the book is trashy but at 12 it ignited my interested in analytical study of religion and it burns ever since)

43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving

45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins

46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery

47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy

48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood

49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding

50 Atonement – Ian McEwan (who else came here after the film? I did)

51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel

52 Dune – Frank Herbert

53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons

54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen

55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth

56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon

57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens

58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley

59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon

60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez

61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck

62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov (lol majored in it)

63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt

64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold (I remember reading a review afterwards that said that this book lacked male perspective and men here play the second role that usually women occupy in stories like it's a bad thing. I was a teen and even then thought: yeah so?)

65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas

66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac (why would anyone...)

67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy

68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding

69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie

70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville

71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens

72 Dracula – Bram Stoker

73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett

74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson

75 Ulysses – James Joyce (no one has read Ulysses, period. If you say you did, you're lying)

76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath

77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome

78 Germinal – Emile Zola (I've read a bunch of Zola between 12 and 14 for some reason)

79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray

80 Possession – AS Byatt

81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens

82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchel (the only one of this list that I didn't read but kind of want to)

83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker

84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro

85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert

86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry

87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White

88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom

89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (that's not a one book)

90 The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton

91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad

92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery

93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks

94 Watership Down – Richard Adams

95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole

96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute

97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas (I had once started it while recovering from an operation in my teens and didn't manage and I don't regret it)

98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare

99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl

100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo (funny story is that I had accidentally started reading from the second tome and didn't realize it for far too long even though I was extremely confused)

How many have you read?

The BBC estimates that most people will only read 6 books out of the 100 listed below. Reblog this and bold the titles you’ve read.

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen 2 Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkein 3 Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte 4 Harry Potter series 5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee 6 The Bible 7 Wuthering Heights – Emily Bronte 8 Nineteen Eighty Four – George Orwell 9 His Dark Materials – Philip Pullman 10 Great Expectations – Charles Dickens 11 Little Women – Louisa M Alcott 12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles – Thomas Hardy 13 Catch 22 – Joseph Heller 14 Complete Works of Shakespeare 15 Rebecca – Daphne Du Maurier 16 The Hobbit – JRR Tolkien 17 Birdsong – Sebastian Faulks 18 Catcher in the Rye 19 The Time Traveller’s Wife - Audrey Niffeneger 20 Middlemarch – George Eliot 21 Gone With The Wind – Margaret Mitchell 22 The Great Gatsby – F Scott Fitzgerald 23 Bleak House – Charles Dickens 24 War and Peace – Leo Tolstoy 25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy – Douglas Adams 26 Brideshead Revisited – Evelyn Waugh 27 Crime and Punishment – Fyodor Dostoyevsky 28 Grapes of Wrath – John Steinbeck 29 Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll 30 The Wind in the Willows – Kenneth Grahame 31 Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy 32 David Copperfield – Charles Dickens 33 Chronicles of Narnia – CS Lewis 34 Emma – Jane Austen 35 Persuasion – Jane Austen 36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe – CS Lewis 37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini 38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres 39 Memoirs of a Geisha – Arthur Golden 40 Winnie the Pooh – AA Milne 41 Animal Farm – George Orwell 42 The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown 43 One Hundred Years of Solitude – Gabriel Garcia Marquez 44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney – John Irving 45 The Woman in White – Wilkie Collins 46 Anne of Green Gables – LM Montgomery 47 Far From The Madding Crowd – Thomas Hardy 48 The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood 49 Lord of the Flies – William Golding 50 Atonement – Ian McEwan

51 Life of Pi – Yann Martel 52 Dune – Frank Herbert 53 Cold Comfort Farm – Stella Gibbons 54 Sense and Sensibility – Jane Austen 55 A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth 56 The Shadow of the Wind – Carlos Ruiz Zafon 57 A Tale Of Two Cities – Charles Dickens 58 Brave New World – Aldous Huxley 59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time – Mark Haddon 60 Love In The Time Of Cholera – Gabriel Garcia Marquez 61 Of Mice and Men – John Steinbeck 62 Lolita – Vladimir Nabokov 63 The Secret History – Donna Tartt 64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold 65 Count of Monte Cristo – Alexandre Dumas 66 On The Road – Jack Kerouac 67 Jude the Obscure – Thomas Hardy 68 Bridget Jones’s Diary – Helen Fielding 69 Midnight’s Children – Salman Rushdie 70 Moby Dick – Herman Melville 71 Oliver Twist – Charles Dickens 72 Dracula – Bram Stoker 73 The Secret Garden – Frances Hodgson Burnett 74 Notes From A Small Island – Bill Bryson 75 Ulysses – James Joyce 76 The Bell Jar – Sylvia Plath 77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome 78 Germinal – Emile Zola 79 Vanity Fair – William Makepeace Thackeray 80 Possession – AS Byatt 81 A Christmas Carol – Charles Dickens 82 Cloud Atlas – David Mitchel 83 The Color Purple – Alice Walker 84 The Remains of the Day – Kazuo Ishiguro 85 Madame Bovary – Gustave Flaubert 86 A Fine Balance – Rohinton Mistry 87 Charlotte’s Web – EB White 88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven – Mitch Albom 89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle 90 The Faraway Tree Collection – Enid Blyton 91 Heart of Darkness – Joseph Conrad 92 The Little Prince – Antoine De Saint-Exupery 93 The Wasp Factory – Iain Banks 94 Watership Down – Richard Adams 95 A Confederacy of Dunces – John Kennedy Toole 96 A Town Like Alice – Nevil Shute 97 The Three Musketeers – Alexandre Dumas 98 Hamlet – William Shakespeare 99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory – Roald Dahl 100 Les Miserables – Victor Hugo

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giiirl, same. hates the unnecessary POVs like i finished reading the first series, cried like fuck and waited for a while before the second set was released and OH BOY the additional POVs just pissed me off

i cannot care about Jason and Piper any less than I care about dust mites...and i have a dust allergy! do i think about them? NO!!!!!

stayed for percabeth and adoooored every scene, every thought and action they had for each other but damn if i could pay uncle rick to release percabeth-centric books, i would

don't get me wrong, ik the story is not a love plot but i really could make do with the whole perspective being from Percy's mainly (like the first set) or from Percy's+ Annabeth's

didn't continue after the second set because i felt that there were way too many characters that i could care less about. and tbh i was getting annoyed by Piper, the annoyance has bled into my perspective of Jason lol

it's been years but Piper was a dealbreaker at that point

AHAHAH BRO SAMEEEE I PIRATED THE EPUB AND I JUST COMMAND F THEIR NAMES LMFAO !!!! IM THAT BITCH!! I would sometimes genuinely lock in, but yeah piper and jason i do not give a fuck about either of them. Leo was cute, also hate frank, hate him, he's my only canadian representation but i find him irritating lol. Hazel was cute tho i liked her!! If rick wanted me to care he should have name dropped them more in the original series, like bc I like Thalia just fine bc she was involved in their adventures, Nico too, like that's how u introduce new characters for me to like and be interested in. 💀💀 but i don't fault him he clearly wanted to write something different lol, which is fair BUT AS THE OG FANBASE IM JUST THERE FOR PERCY MY CHILD

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Rise!Leo X Yokai!Reader (pt. 2)

Date Night

Prompt: Leo takes you on a date and asking the daring question he’s been waiting to ask. This takes place before Dungeon Adventure but still Post!Movie.

If you’re looking for part 1, click here :)

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Another six weeks passed and (Y/N) was nowhere to be seen. She usually visited once every two weeks, but would sometimes go a couple days or so longer.

This was a lot longer than usual.

(Y/N) was in an academy for Yokai to help master their powers, so that was probably keeping her busy, Leo thought. Stressing over her wouldn’t be helpful.

But he did miss her.

When he’d first met (Y/N), he was in the Hidden City with his brothers on a mission to infiltrate Big Mama’s hotel and put an end to her Battle Nexus. The four found a clue that led them to a “wise ram Yokai” that supposedly knew all the answers to their questions. This clue led to (Y/N) who, unfortunately, didn’t have any answers for them. But she was immediately intrigued by the brothers and the type of Yokai they were. The purple clad turtle, Donnie, wondered why a female Yokai identified as a ram.

To this day, he has no clue.

During their stay, (Y/N) was charmed by Leo’s crude or lackluster jokes and one-liners as well as his mystical Ōdachi, in which she had never seen before. Leo simply liked the fact that he could crack (Y/N)’s usually rigid exterior. One thing led to another and now they’ve been dating for six months, but they weren’t official.

Their relationship was perfect except for that one thing: making it official. Don’t get him wrong, he wanted to pop the question—in fact, he often referred to her as his girlfriend when she wasn’t around—but all he could think about were the bad things that could happen if she didn’t say yes.

Feeling daring, the blue clad turtle gazed up at his ceiling and squinted his eyes. Pizza supreme in the sky, Leo thought, if (Y/N) shows up right now, I swear I’ll ask her.

Truly, Leo didn’t think his little prayer would work. It was just something to get him to stop overthinking. But the second he stopped, there was a whoosh of warm air in front of him and (Y/N) stood before him with a playful smirk on her face. The turtle stared back at her, his surprised look causing her to chuckle.

“You always get so surprised when I do that.” The Yokai said. “I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

Leo shook his head in order to rid himself of his shock, returning her smug visage. “Well, I was until you stopped following our schedule. You left me hanging, (Y/N). I’m hurt.” He said sarcastically.

(Y/N) groaned as she grabbed Leo’s hand and hoisted him to his feet. “I know, I know… I apologize. I have finals next week and I’ve been studying nonstop. I missed you, though.”

The blue clad turtle’s heart skipped a beat. Okay, so she was at the academy this whole time. Thank god. But she also missed him, too, which made him feel reassured in asking her to be official.

“Of course you did. I mean, who wouldn’t?” Leo caught (Y/N) rolling her eyes. He wasn’t sure if it was playful or not since she had a smile on her face but she only ever rolled her eyes when he pissed her off, so he followed up with, “but… I missed you, too. It’s been soooo boring without you here.”

When (Y/N)’s face reddened, the turtle laughed and rested his hand on her cheek. One thing the Yokai loved was the way Leo touched her. He was always so gentle and loving even when it’s an encouraging pat on the back or a shoulder squeeze. If she could, she’d drop all her studies and just stay in this position with him for the rest of her life.

Leo leaned down slightly before pecking the Yokai’s lips, and suddenly, he had the best idea to tell her how he felt.

“Did you wanna go out later tonight?” The turtle asked her, his usual cocky demeanor returning.

“Do you mean a date?” (Y/N) asked bluntly, a sly smile pulling at the corners of her lips.

“Well, I mean—sure, yeah.” Leo sputtered for a bit. The last “date” they went on wasn’t that much of a date. They’d been watching a basketball game until his brothers arrived in the lair and didn’t seem to pick up on the fact that the two had wanted privacy. (Y/N) had fun spending time with Leo’s family, but the blue clad turtle was left sulking and irritated at them.

The Yokai beamed up at him and nodded. “What time? And where?”

Well, shit. Leo hadn’t thought this far. It was just an idea. He’d expected her to say yes, but had no time or destination. Although, he did know that he wanted the setting to be as traditionally romantic as possible: roses and candles and other sappy stuff.

Continuing to stutter, he finally came up with 8:30PM on a rooftop in the nearest Chinatown and to come dressed up. (Y/N) concurred before kissing him on the cheek and disappearing through a portal.

* * *

A sigh left Leo’s lips when he checked his phone, the time reading 8:45PM. (Y/N) was late, and he was stressed. They’d agreed on 8:30–where was she? Did she not find the rooftop? He thought it was pretty obvious with how he’d decorated.

He had borrowed a table and white table cloth from Señor Hueso’s restaurant. The table was adorned with dried rose petals and a single lit candle in the center. Leo wore a tuxedo with a blue handkerchief in his pocket to match his mask.

As 9PM rolled around, the turtle began to lose hope. (Y/N) had told him about her finals, so maybe she was doing that. The worst case scenario is that the Yokai had forgotten all together. She’d already messed up the schedule they loosely established on when he would see her, so it would only make sense.

Suddenly, Leo feels the familiar warm breeze and can’t help but smile a genuine smile when he glanced up to see her.

(Y/N) wore a white top with lace straps concealed by a black jacket, as well as a black pencil skirt and heels. Her hair was pulled into a tight bun between her horns. The turtle loved it. Every bit of it.

“Oh my god, Leo, I’m so sorry.” The Yokai profusely apologized. “I was studying and looked at the clock and it was 8:05 and I couldn’t find anything to wear. Then I tried to do Dutch braids and that failed miserably because my horns got in the way and—”

Leo raised his hand, urging her to stop. “Hey, relaaax, it’s okay. You’re here now so that’s all that matters.” He was more telling himself than to her.

With a smile, (Y/N) takes in the turtle’s little setup. “Oh, Leo, this is so beautiful! I love the rose petals.” She picked one up off the table and held it in her hands until the petal morphed into a “love” rune.

(Y/N) never ceased to amaze Leo. Everything she did was incredible in his eyes. Once in a while, she will inspect something tiny or insignificant before turning it into a rune or various meanings.

The blue clad turtle smirked as (Y/N) sent the rune into the air, a dim pink light radiating from the rune until dissolving into colorful particles. “Take a seat so we can start the most romantic date of your life.”

Glancing at the chair, the Yokai pouts. “You’re not going to pull out my chair?”

His eyes widen as he’d completely forgotten about that even though the traditional setting was his idea. Leo stood up to help, but (Y/N) waved her hand as she laughed.

“I’m just kidding, Leo. I’ll do it myself.”

Oh. So she was teasing him? Two can play at that game, Leo thought as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned in. “Eh, I wouldn’t want a pretty girl such as yourself to break her arm pulling out her own chair.”

The joke was misogynistic, but (Y/N) understood his playful sarcasm. “I could say the same thing about you. What meal did you cook for us? Burnt toast? Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? Pizza rolls?”

Their light banter continued for thirty minutes or so until Leo felt like it was a good time to go onto step two of his perfect date night. He reached underneath the table and retrieved a Bluetooth speaker. After connecting it to his phone and playing a playlist full of 80’s slow songs, he stood to his feet and offered his hand to (Y/N).

“Would you care for a dance, madam?”

The Yokai blushed before responding with a nod as she took his hand. The turtle rested his hands on her hips while (Y/N)‘s laid on his shoulders. They swayed to the music, staring into each other’s eyes until (Y/N) pressed the side of her head against his plastron and sighed deeply.

“Leo,” she started as she toyed with the tails of said turtle’s bandanna, “you’re too generous. You always have been. I’m sorry I’ve deviated from the schedule. I wish we could be around each other more, and maybe we will after graduation.”

Her comment somewhat annoyed him. Leo wasn’t exactly mad at the fact that she was late by half and hour or that she hadn’t been following the schedule. He never really was. Every time (Y/N) appears in front of him, all his worries wash away and he no longer thinks about them. Her comment annoyed him because it reversed that feeling. Suddenly all he can think about is when and if he will see the Yokai again after this very moment.

For now, their relationship would be long distance—Leo understood and respected this. When they’d come up with the loose schedule, he felt more secure. When (Y/N) deviated from the schedule, he couldn’t have felt more troubled. Questions bounced around in his mind: did she not take him and/or the schedule seriously? Did she not like him anymore? Was she too busy for him? Did she just not care anymore? It was too much for him sometimes.

Leo cleared his throat before smiling despite his irritation. “Well, it wasn’t set it stone anyways so don’t worry about it. You’re here now, aren’t you?”

With a shrug, (Y/N) lifted her head and rested her chin on the crook his neck. “I suppose. I just… I really like you, Leo. And I want you to be happy. I just want to do what’s best for both of us.”

Confusion took over Leo’s expression as their swaying slowly dissipated. “What do you mean by that?”

“I…” the Yokai gazed up at him with a solemn expression. “I’m just proposing… maybe we should… wait a few years before we really start dating.”

Leo could believe what he was hearing. She wanted to stop going out? Just because they were long distance?

“What? No way! I’m totally happy with this.” He tried to reassure the Yokai. “Yeah, it sucks that we don’t see each other that much, but that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that I eventually get to see you.”

(Y/N) stared at him in awe. She was sure that Leo was unhappy with how their relationship was going. When she teleported to him from the Hidden City, he always looked upset for a split second: head down, lips pulled into a frown, just overall miserable. She felt guilty for having the turtle be hung up on her when he could be with someone more present for him.

The Yokai stood on her tippy-toes and pressed her lips against Leo’s cheek. “I appreciate you saying that, Leo.”

This is it, Leo thought, this is the moment.

He quickly broke out in a cold sweat. “Uh, of course… but, uhm, (Y/N), I have something to ask you.”

Raising her eyebrow, she murmured a “what?”.

“(Y/N),” Leo suddenly dipped the Yokai and she squealed in amusement, “will you be my girlfriend?”

The Yokai blinked a few times, surprised by his proposition. Soon enough, a wide smile crept onto her face and she nodded adamantly. (Y/N) leapt into Leo’s arms as he spun around with her.

[n30n-le0n]

[If he'd been a little more tuned into people's emotions, like Mikey was, maybe Leo would have noticed Egon becoming distinctly uncomfortable over being referred to as a "dad". Granted, the slider had expected that a man who was a complete stranger to him probably wouldn't be comfortable over such a term being applied to him period, but he had no way of knowing that it was conjuring up bad memories for the scientist the longer they sat there, the longer the panic ebbed and flowed in him like some kind of fucked up tidal cycle. But Leo was too far gone in his own emotions to pick up on another's, and so it was that any subtle clues to the other man's mental state flew completely over his head as he sat there, giving a shaky nod at Egon's words.]

Y-yeah. I do. I did. I mean, I don't really have time for that kid stuff anymore. I have to be the leader. I gotta...I gotta go out on patrol and make sure everyone's safe, 'cause if....if I....if I don't, it's--

[A failure. Just like you. Failure failure failure.

You worthless little pest. Wretched scum. You're not even FIT to be made into one of our soldiers. I will RELISH in finishing the job we started--

The Krang's claws snaked closer, trying to reach out to snag him. Leo twisted away, breath stuttering in his chest for a moment as he gazed at something that he thought was very much solid--and then he remembered what Egon had said earlier, trying his best to make his words come out clearly in spite of his panic as he narrowed his eyes towards the shadows.]

F-fuck off, you mutated gumball. You're in a literal prison dimension. You c-can't hurt me anymore. You can't. Nobody here is gonna let you. Just fucking get it over with if you wanna try!

[The Krang recoiled back into the shadows, hissing in anger as though it was a rattlesnake waiting to strike. Fighting down the urge to see where it was going--Leo couldn't help but think that he'd just managed to more thoroughly piss it off, as much as yelling at it actually had felt good for a split second--he turned back to Egon, no longer looking quite as frenzied.]

I....I dunno. You said yelling at it might work. I think I just pissed it off more, though.....

But....it probably would have come at me by now if it wanted to. M-maybe it's just trying to scare me? I can't s-see where it went--

[He peered into the shadows for a moment before relenting, fixing his gaze back on his company.]

Uh. Yeah. Guitar. I, uh....tried acoustic once? I guess? But I really like electric more. Something about the general feel of it. It's kinda class-ay, you know? It just gets down to your bones and....I don't even really know how to describe it, dude, it just...

[Leo gestured around vaguely for a moment before relenting.]

I guess I just heard the music enough or saw videos and decided it would be fun to try? I don't really know when it started, I just remember begging my dad for one. Of any kind. And he'd sneak up to the surface and get some song books for me and stuff, and then one day he brought back this, like, absolute dogshit guitar for me. I mean, not because he was being....you know. Or anything, he just....can't really let himself get seen by people, you know. So he'd have to root through a lot of sale bins to get stuff for us. But anyway, he brings back this shitty little guitar, like, I legit don't think that thing had been tuned in years. But I latched right onto it and started playing, and, uh....I'm pretty much entirely self-taught, I guess, April helped me a little with the chords and stuff but--

[Breathe. Breathe. Calm down, you fucking spazz.]

I know how to play most of the Queen songs, I guess. Uh....and I'm working on a couple of other eighties songs, too. Some James Taylor, I think? Fleetwood Mac? I can play that song....who's it by again? I dunno their names, but I think it's called The Boxer or something like that? Dad really likes it. Said the, uh....guy who plays you in our universe liked it too. What were the words again? Oh, yeah. I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told--

[Leo's voice, soft though melodious, rang out through the empty space for a moment--and then he clapped a hand to his mouth, looking around as though the noise would attract unwanted attention.

But there....was none.

It was just the lab, and the darkness, and the red lights of....the experimental tech that Egon had told him was up here.

There wasn't a Krang. He wasn't in the prison dimension. It was just Egon, who....who now had the tiniest inkling of how fucked up he was. Who was probably feeling that dangerous emotion known as pity towards him now. And Leo couldn't have that. He couldn't have another person who had fucking enough on their plate worrying about some failure like him.

The realization dawned in his eyes for a moment. Only for a moment. And then he leaned back, pinning that cocky smile back onto his face despite the fact that it was wavering more than a bit at its edges.]

Hey, why don't you go get a guitar and I can back up my supposed rad skills, huh? We'll have a jam sesh together. It'll be totally awesome. And we can forget that I just had a stupid little nightmare, like. Pssh. Whatever. It's totally not an issue. I just thought the lights in the lab were something else, you know? Not like I'm scared of the dark or anything. Naaah. Everyone has bad dreams sometimes, right? It's fine. Not a problem. Don't need to worry about little ol' me. Let's just play guitar and stay up the rest of the night and it'll be absolutely fine. Who needs sleep, am I right?

[But it wasn't fine. Not even remotely. He had that frenzied look on his face like he did whenever he was trying desperately to get Mikey to stop obsessing over something and just go to sleep--like the time he'd been so convinced that Piebald had come back for revenge, which, okay, his little brother had been half right about that--and his cocky smile seemed stretched a bit too wide, and his voice kept wavering as his gaze practically pleaded with Egon to just drop the subject, to just leave well enough alone, to just believe that he was perfectly fine and dandy as the two of them sat there.

Knowing Leo's luck, however, it wasn't going to be that easy. Nothing in his life ever was, anymore.]

[It had to come to a head eventually. Leo just wouldn't have guessed it would be so soon.

He'd been lingering around the firehouse for several days--or maybe it was weeks, days had tended to blur together for him ever since the Krang situation--getting used to the "being trapped in another dimension" situation along with everyone else. He'd been introduced to the rest of the team (with some glares thrown in Peter's direction whenever he thought the man wasn't looking), and had even learned that he wasn't even the only person displaced from his home dimension residing within their headquarters. Apparently there was another Ray lingering around too, something which had made Leo's head spin trying to comprehend. How could there be two versions of a guy just....floating around? Eventually he'd just resolved to not think about it too hard--this situation was weird enough without adding extra layers to it.

Other than that, the days passed relatively normally. Or at least, what passed for normalcy in his current day-to-day life. He played pranks, he joked with the team, he pleaded to go out on busts. He ate substandard pizza from some carryout joint, he entertained them, he patiently tolerated Egon's poking and prodding and questioning about how his powers worked and how the portals knew where to send him and so on and so forth. He asked to drive the Ecto and only grew more and more petulant when he was denied. In a way, it felt like he was back home with his brothers. It felt normal. Organic, in a way. It felt safe.

But even safety had to come to an end.

Leo had already had a restless night, plagued by nightmares that left him startling awake and trying to regulate his breathing. Upon the third occurrence of this, he sat upright, groaning and pressing the palms of his hands into his eyelids in exasperation.]

Goddamn stupid night terrors. Ughhhhh. Why won't you just let me sleep--

[Go get Egon, you stubborn son of a bitch. He'll understand. He'll probably sit up with you and--]

Nope. Nuh-uh. Not happening. I've been annoying enough. He doesn't need me pulling him away from....important science work or whatever. It's fine. I'm fine.

[At least, he was fine until the small nightlight conveniently chose that moment to flicker and die, plunging the room into an inky blackness.

Fuck. FUCK.

Leo wasn't afraid of the dark. He wasn't. It was just that the dark reminded him too much of the prison dimension and how dark it had been, and how fetid the Krang's breath had been as it had snarled in his face, and---

And there were suddenly red lights shining in the darkness, too bright and too sinister to be of any comfort, and Leo found himself jolting backwards, breath stuttering in his throat as a shrill yelp escaped his mouth before he could help it. He couldn't help it. He knew he had to stay quiet, stay quiet doN'T LET IT SEE YOU, but it escaped his mouth almost instinctually, primally, before he could stop himself. How had the Krang come here, how had they managed to escape the prison dimension, they couldn't be--]

E-E-g-gi-UYS--

[He wanted it to be a yell. He was pleading for it to be a yell, but instead it came out as another strangled, panicked yelp as he flailed backwards, a loud and panicked hiss sounding from between his lips as his shell collided with something metallic, as he felt that chill again and heard the words slithering out of that toothed maw--

I've come for you, little PEST. You will not escape my grasp so easily THIS time.

Fuck, where were his swords, he had to....he had to teleport away, make a portal, something, anything, but he was tangled up in the stupid blankets and he couldn't move and he couldn't breathe and--]

NononononononononoNONONONONONONONO--

@dr-egonspengler

[nani-nonny]

Ch8 my beloved!!

Leo entering the portal and first thing he sees next is opening his eyes in medbey bed, shows how his wounds really said " I draw the line!! ".

The fact CJ came even tho F!Leo's voice was horsed can prove two things; one, he's been nesting close to medbey every now and then - can imagine the brothers help him by taking shifts which it's why he was able to meet senior casey - and two, as a soldier he must had a strong hearing thanks to years in war.

I personally found it funny how baby lou was suspicious of f!leo and leo was offended like " GIRL! I SAVED YOUR SHELL ONE TIME! " 😂

The " you don't have your cape with you so i don't recognize you as my dad " thing is so relatable! I remember how i couldn't recognize my dad after he shaves and am thinking " Who's dis?! " 😂

I laughed at the belt part because its rightfully so deserved, old man leo was running around like a chicken with his head cut off - almost - as he carried a baby and babysat two teens, he NEEDS that rest lol!

And that moment

Him realizing " oh sh*t am a dad! " as he think of how the f**k this baby was born?! Or when and how?! And most importantly why?! Draxum must had an idea of why creating a baby in the middle of apocalypse.

And Leo is - rightfully - suspicious if she's his but then CJ drop the right question; why should he care?

He raised CJ and he wasn't even his so why worry if she's his? I was thinking of this until i thought of something " what if he felt obligation to do so and he doesn't want to? " as he already have CJ... And slowly melting to baby lou.

His body finally was able to release all that pent-up stress and gave up lol kid is safe so it’s time to relax hehe

I would argue that his hearing is shot because of the war rather than super hearing, but yes! CJ was definitely hanging around waiting for papá to wake up. He’s a good boy! He didn’t take shifts when things up loose ends, but he definitely waited for F!Leonardo to wake up.

Baby Lou is a lil silly girlie and dummy like her papa, but she also doesn’t like Lil Leo so she thought F!Leo without the cape is a larger Lil Leo lol! And he took that personally lollll

The belts were totally Lil Leo’s idea, he’s pissed about having to patch up the ol’ guy and I would be too hehe

Yes! Exactly! Why did Draxum have the baby with him? When and how did she come to be? Where the hell was she and when did Draxum have the time to make her? Hahah, poor F!Leonardo has so many questions but Draxum’s dead and gone lol

CJ asking why he cares is so good because, it’s true! Why does he care when he was trying so hard to ignore the situation? CJ’s solving our problems with F!Leonardo lol he’s asking the real questions hahaha

And yes! F!Leonardo feels an obligation to protect her and possibly raise her because of F!Draxum’s dying wish! “Protect Draxum’s treasure” is the only part on his mission that hasn’t been checked off!

[ragingbookdragon]

You Light The Spark In My Bonfire Heart

Kyle Rayner x Batbro One-Shot

Word Count: 2.7K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I HAVEN'T HAD ANY WIFI ALL DAY BUT NOW I DO AND this is my new obsession and pair and you can tear it from my cold dead hands. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Kyle had an easy morning routine: get up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, workout, shower, drink protein shake, and draw. It was simple and effective, and helped him maintain a sense of normalcy that he didn’t always have when he was up in space. He typically started out with sketching small things, mostly faces and limbs from memory, the occasional suit redesign, then he’d get into the bigger works, drawing comic panels and the commissions he had. And while Kyle loved to be up in space, to be a Green Lantern, drawing felt like coming home to him, like it was the natural state. That being said, he didn’t love being interrupted when he was in the middle of something important—it was bad for the groove.

***

As the second round of knocking sounded on his door, Kyle grunted and stood from his desk, padding through the hallway to his front door; he flicked the lock and pulled open the door, surprise etching across his face when he saw the eldest Wayne leaning against the door frame—rather cockily, Kyle added, because the soldier’s arm was propped on the frame, the other stuck in the side-pocket of his dark tactical bomber jacket.

“Good morning, Kyle,” he greeted with a smirk. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

The Lantern blinked, shaking his head. “Uh, no, you’re not, (Y/N).” he looked at him. “What are you doing here?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “Had some business to take care of for my dad, and since I was in the area, I figured I’d drop by and see if you wanted to get some lunch with me.”

Kyle took a moment to lean out the doorway slightly, looking down the stretched hallway. “How’d you know where I live?”

“Please, a magician never reveals his secrets,” he deflected coolly, gazing at Kyle. “What do you say? Wanna get some lunch? I know a really good sports bar that serves great food.”

He looked back at (Y/N) and smiled. “Yeah. Let me go get dressed.”

The soldier merely winked in return and with fumbling hands, Kyle managed to shut the door before his cheeks burst into flames, hurrying back to his bedroom to pull together an outfit that would impress the man.

***

Kyle almost dropped to his knees when he saw the car parked outside his apartment building, and (Y/N) knew it too, because he chirped, “Gorgeous, isn’t she?”

He nodded dumbly. “Is this a McLaren 720S?”

“Mhm.” He opened the doors and slid into the driver’s seat, looking through the passenger door. “Coming?”

“Am I ever,” Kyle breathed, climbing into the seat, immediately running his hands along the dashboard and seat. “I’m in love.”

“Wait till you hear her purr,” (Y/N) said, closing the doors, and pushing the ignition. The sports car roared to life and he grinned at the way Kyle’s face melted. “Yeah, she’s a beauty.” He put the car in drive and looked through the side mirror, then pulled out onto the street.

“Is this one of your dad’s cars?”

“Nah, I bought this for myself a couple months ago.” He pulled the sunglasses from his t-shirt and put them on. “This and an Audi TT.”

Kyle huffed a laugh. “Jesus, you billionaires live it up, don’t you?”

(Y/N) smiled. “Hey, I live life in the fast lane. Might as well drive in it too.” He pushed a button on the touch screen and music filtered through the speakers, and Kyle’s face pinched in confusion. “What?”

“This isn’t—James Blunt isn’t the music I figured you’d play.”

“What’d you think I’d be listening too? Rock?” he chuckled, turning the volume down a bit. “Don’t get me wrong, I listen to all kinds of rock music, but I figured you’d want something easy rather than head-bang your brains out rock.” (Y/N) stopped at a red light and glanced over. “You can look through the artists on my phone if you want.”

Kyle shook his head, relaxing into the seat as the melody flowed through him. “No, I like this artist.” The soldier merely smiled in return, pressing the gas pedal again, and Kyle suddenly remembered something. “Speaking of artist, I saw the canvas in your bedroom the other day. Do you draw?”

(Y/N) hummed. “Not like you. It’s more of a pastime than a lifestyle.”

“You’re good at it. You’re painting your family in their suits. Details and designs included.” The artist regarded him with impression. “That takes skill.”

“I’d like to think I just have a steady hand and a lot of patience for stressful tasks.” (Y/N) turned the wheel, coming up behind a line of cars. “It’s an easy way for me to relax and mentally run through past events.”

“Like what?” Kyle questioned curiously.

(Y/N)’s eyes narrowed, but not in a loathing way, more of a thoughtful one. “Missions, conversations, things I could’ve done differently, things I will do differently.” He shrugged again. “Painting for me is just a time when I think about everything and nothing.”

“Well, you’re great at it, (Y/N).”

He snorted. “It’s just a bunch of paintings of my family and friends and military shit.”

Kyle blinked and leaned over. “Wait, is that painting in the den—”

“The one of the F-18 Super Hornet?”

“Yeah. You painted that?”

(Y/N) nodded. “Yep. I got Hal Jordan to take me up in one a few years ago and decided to commemorate the trip.”

“Wow,” the Lantern breathed. “I stared at that canvas for at least an hour the first time I saw it. I was just so blown away by how amazing it was.” He chuckled and shook his head. “And to find out, you drew it and not some world-famous painter.”

“Hey, I could be world famous if I wanted.” (Y/N) shot back, turning onto a less busy backstreet. “I just choose to retain my talents for family and friends.”

“Because of your job?”

“That too.” He agreed. “My squad and I take careful precautions to avoid our faces being seen during any missions for the safety of our families.” His face turned as solemn as his voice. “We do what we do to make the world safer. To keep our families and friends safe. It’s imperative that we’re not seen.”

Kyle cocked a brow. “But you’re Bruce Wayne’s son?”

“I am,” he nodded. “But I’m not as…out as the rest of my siblings. You’d be able to recognize them from press photos, but me not so much.” (Y/N) pulled into a parking spot outside the bar. “People only recognize me when they see the name on the credit cards. And I prefer to keep it that way.” A goofy smile crossed his lips. “The high life isn’t for me.”

“Says the man that drives a 710 horsepower sports car.” Kyle shot back with a grin of his own and (Y/N) stuck his tongue out as he turned the car off and opened the doors.

“Okay, I’m not actively in the high life but that doesn’t mean I don’t like luxury.” He closed the car doors and opened the front door to the bar for Kyle. “After you.”

“Thank you.” He replied, and walked inside, only stopping to turn and ask, “Do you want to sit at the bar or a table?”

(Y/N) tipped his head to the side. “I’m down with both, but I like the bar more.”

“Bar it is,” Kyle said and slid into one of the chairs, (Y/N) the other, and an older man wandered over.

“Well, I’ll be damned, is that (Y/N) Wayne I see?”

He turned, expression morphing into joy as he reached out and shook the older man’s hand. “Jack, it’s good to see you.”

“It’s good to see you son. How’ve you been?”

“Ah, you know me, sir. Nothin’ changing but the weather.”

Jack snorted. “And the desert where you dig sand outta your ass.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “Damn straight.” He looked at Kyle. “Kyle, I’d like you to meet Jack Dagher. He’s an old CO of mine.”

Kyle shook the man’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.”

“It’s all mine,” Jack replied. “It’s been a while since (Y/N) brought anybody here.”

At that, Kyle turned to the soldier who was busy looking anywhere but his face. “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah. Sonovabitch doesn’t bring his dates here unless he really likes ‘em.”

(Y/N) coughed, glaring at the man. “Alright, we get it. Aren’t you supposed to be taking orders?”

Jack gave him a smug look in return. “What can I get you boys to drink?”

“I’ll take a beer,” Kyle said, and Jack rolled his eyes.

“No shit, kid. What kind?”

(Y/N) snickered as Kyle flushed. “Uh, a Heineken.”

Jack sighed. “And he had such potential. (Y/N)?”

“Gimme a strawberry daiquiri then water after.”

“Still ordering fruity drinks, huh?”

“Hey, they get you drunk faster than horse piss does, you old fart.” He shot back and the old man chuckled.

“Touché.” He slapped the bar. “I’ll bring those to you with an order of chili fries.”

“Thanks Jack,” (Y/N) smiled, watching the man walk off before turning to Kyle who was watching one of the baseball games. “You like sports?”

He tipped his head side to side. “I don’t not like them. I was never a sporty kid in school, but I like watching them.” He looked at the solider. “What were you like in school? Jock or prep?”

“Probably a bit of both,” he answered. “I played sports and had the highest grades.” Shrugging, he added, “And being a Wayne boosted me into the top tier of schools, so, there’s that. To be honest, I think all of us Wayne kids were and are a mixture of every stereotypical category.”

“I can see that,” Kyle laughed. “Especially with Jason and Dick.”

“Shit, I was talking about Timmy.” (Y/N) said. “That kid’s a grade A nerd.”

“He is, isn’t he?”

The two of them laughed and a woman placed their drinks in front of them, both giving their thanks as they took sips.

“Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?”

“My muscles are one hundred percent real. Especially my abs. Which you’re allowed to feel on in envy if you want.”

Kyle snorted into his beer, wiping his mouth. “No!” a few more chuckles passed his lips as he wiped the bar. “Are you…you know…?”

“A Leo?” (Y/N) offered with a smile, but his eyes told Kyle he knew exactly what the Lantern was asking, and he said, “I like the liquor, but I don’t care what label it has on it.”

The other man smiled. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“But if you want the technical term, I am pansexual.” He regarded Kyle a moment. “You?”

“Bisexual.”

His lips pulled in an impressed fashion. “Pretty fly for a bi guy.”

Kyle gaped at him for a moment, then shoved (Y/N) in the side as he buried his face in his arms and laughed. “You’re so stupid.”

“Ah thank you,” he grinned. “I get it from my old man.”

“You,” he cut himself off with a cackle. “do not get that from him.”

“Look, you know the big man in the suit. You don’t know the complete goober we live with,” (Y/N) chuckled, smiling at the waitress who placed menus in front of them; he picked his up and flipped through it.

“What do you recommend?”

“Hmm…anything with bacon on it.” He showed the menu. “If you like salads, get the steak and blue cheese one, it’s fantastic. Or if you’re more into tacos, they’ve got these awesome shrimp carnitas with chili peppers.”

Kyle’s brows furrowed as he looked the menu over. “What are you gonna get?”

“My usual. Tomahawk steak with garlic butter and mashed potatoes.” (Y/N) groaned and rested his head back. “I haven’t had a good steak in months, and I can just taste it already.”

“So, you’re a meat and potatoes kind of man?”

He grinned, keeping his eyes closed. “Unlike the cup noodle and Hawaiian roll man beside me.”

“Ouch. Hit me where it hurts.”

“C’mon Kyle, hit me with your best shot.”

“Better watch it, (Y/N),” he grinned. “You might be the next notch in my pencil case.”

“You’re such a nerd.”

***

“Holy crap,” Kyle breathed, hands resting lightly on his stomach. “I’m stuffed.”

(Y/N) moaned. “Stick a fork in me. I’m done.”

“Done?” their waitress laughed. “You haven’t even finished your desserts yet!”

“Oh God, don’t make me,” the Lantern whined. “I’ll explode.” He looked over. “(Y/N), take one for the team.”

“Pass,” he replied. “I think I’ve gained ten pounds just looking at the rest of the cheesecake.”

The woman laughed. “I’ll wrap the leftovers for you boys.” She wandered off, leaving them alone, and a blaring ringtone filled the space between.

(Y/N) jumped a little, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Do you mind if I get this really quick?”

Kyle shook his head. “Go ahead.”

He slid his thumb along the bottom and rested the phone on the bar. “This is Wayne.”

Captain! Finally. I’ve been texting you all afternoon.

“I know,” he snorted. “I’ve been ignoring it.”

Yeah well, the longer you ignore me the slower it takes for the radar dish to get replaced.

“What are you talking about?” (Y/N) asked. “I thought you’d procured one.”

I did. Then the buyer told me I wasn’t registered for official military hardware.

He frowned. “That’s odd. You did contact Thomas, right?”

Yeah. Beady eyed looking motherfucker who serves on the George Washington, right?

“That’s him.” (Y/N) hummed. “Tell you what, I’ll call him later this evening and get it all sorted out, yeah?”

Sounds good. Hey, did you take that guy out yet? Your little brother won’t stop texting me about some twinkie you’re into.”

(Y/N) froze as he felt Kyle’s eyes drilling into the side of his head and he stuttered, “Uh, Nadeen, now’s not the best time.”

What do you mean best—oh…ohhhhhh. I, uh, I gotta go, Captain.

“Yep. Bye.” He locked the phone and shoved it back into his pocket, refusing to meet Kyle’s eyes. “So…you catch the baseball game?”

“Which one of your brother’s thinks I’m a twink?” Kyle asked. “Wait, don’t tell me. It’s Jason, isn’t it?” he grunted in his throat, deadpanning, “I can’t believe my best friend thinks I’m a twink.”

“It’s Dick, actually.” (Y/N) grinned, turning to face him and he reached over, pinching Kyle’s cheek. “It’s just ‘cause you’re so cute and perky.”

The Lantern merely glared at him, griping, “I’m not as strong as you, put I can punch pretty hard.”

“Ooo, those are fighting words,” he shot back with a smirk, letting Kyle go. “Careful, I’m ticklish.”

“I feel like I’m talking to Hal.”

(Y/N) whined, all but collapsing onto Kyle who started snickering. “I’ve just been murdered.” He buried his face in Kyle’s shoulder. “Can’t believe I was just compared to Highball. The world must be coming to an end.”

“Oh, come on, you big baby. You’re not dying.”

“I am!” he turned his head, gazing at Kyle. “You’ll have to carry me to safety.”

“I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you.”

“Are you calling me fat?”

“I did not say that.”

“You did, but in more words.”

“Alright, now I’m talking to Guy.”

“THAT’S SO MUCH WORSE!”

***

He leaned against the door frame as Kyle unlocked his front door and pushed it open, turning to look at him. “I had a lot of fun today, (Y/N).” he murmured. “Thanks.”

Winking, he replied, “I’m glad you did. I’d like to do it again soon if you want.”

Kyle nodded. “I’d like that.”

They stared at each other for a few moments and (Y/N) smiled, patting the door frame. “Well, I’d better be heading out. Have to get home in time for dinner.” He paused, giving the man a warm look. “Thanks for having lunch with me, Kyle.”

He’d not gotten two feet from the door when Kyle’s hand wrapped around his wrist. “Wait.” He turned and the Lantern leaned forward, pressing his lips to (Y/N)’s cheek. “Be careful on your way back.”

“I will,” he murmured, watching Kyle wave and disappear into his apartment, the door shutting behind him.

[beetlegoose01]

Frostbite (Casetello)

AN: do these two have a ship name? Caseytello? eh whatever it’s casey x donnie and they’re gay

special thanks to cal for reading this for me and saying i should post it <3

There were quite a lot of things Casey Jones loved. Hockey, pizza, riding his motorcycle, video games, beating the crap out of his opponents. Normal teenage stuff. Lately he had been doing the latter, ever since he and April officially joined the 'Unofficial Turtles Team' , helping alongside the teen mutants on patrol. Goofing off with Mikey and Raph were the highlights, but he couldn't deny spending extra time with April was also a benefit. Even if they barely got a single word out- too busy fighting off random mutants scattering the city, it was still nice.

But what wasn't nice, downright unpleasant about patrol...was Donatello. There was an unspoken, mutual loathing that the pair shared that even quick glances at each other led to glaring and arguing. Leaving them together in the same room was never a good idea. Casey hasn't understood why the purple genius was so hostile towards him at first. But the reasons became obvious the first time he caught him staring helplessly at April, fumbling his words and blushing profusely. Not that Casey didn't feel similarly, heck, that was the problem. Both were attracted to April. Obviously Casey had the upper hand, being human. A turtle and a human girl in a relationship was built for disaster.

But their hatred didn't stop there. It wasn't just about April.  Eventually, everything about Donatello annoyed him. His whiny voice, his love for using complicated words to sound superior, soon every little thing bugged him.

Things were easier if the two stayed as far apart as possible.

Of course, fate seemed to work in mysterious ways.

It was starting to get late, the moonlight illuminating the sky. The group stopped on a rooftop, perched by the edge. Leo halted them silently, then turned around.

"Why'd you stop, Fearless?" Raph asked.

"I think we should split up. We'll cover more ground. If you see any sign of trouble, use your T-Phones." said Leo.

"No way dudes!" Mikey squeaked. "I saw this scary movie last night where the team split up! And then..." He paused for dramatic effect. "They all got taken out one by one. Starting with the cute funny one!" He trembled, hiding behind Donnie, who rolled his eyes.

Raph smirked, always prepared for a sassy remark. "Which means, you'll be just fine since you're neither of those."

"Hey!"

"And you'll be in pairs." Leo crossed his arms. "I've got it all planned out. Raph and April. Mikey and me."

"Mikey and I." Donnie corrected under his breath. Casey fought the urge to whack the smart aleck turtle with his hockey stick.

Leo ignored him. "Donnie and Casey-"

Casey involuntary let out a loud groan. Just his luck.

Leo narrowed his blue eyes, unamused. "Something wrong, Jones?"

"Er..." His eyes darted to Donatello, who seemed stoic, but equally frustrated with this predicament. On one hand, he wanted to argue and beg to be with literally anyone else. On the other, he didn't want to deal with the leader in blue getting annoyed with him.  "Nah Leo, that's fine by me. Right, D?"

Donnie huffed. "Yeah, that's alright."

"I think this will be good for you both." April grinned.

"Of course, April." Donnie agreed.

"No problem at all." Casey smiled through gritted teeth. When she turned away, they both shared an equally menacing glare.

"I knew I could count on you two." April smiled softly, though even she didn't look entirely convinced.

This was going to be a long night.

~•~

Turns out, Casey had underestimated the scrawny (ugh, svelte) turtle. In what Donnie lacked in muscle, he gained with his speed, mobility and of course, his mind. It was practically impossible to keep up once Donatello had leaped from the first building, tumbling and landing with ease, while Casey was coughing his lungs out as he ran desperately after the brainy terrapin.

"Okay, now you're just showing off." He panted irritably, nearly collapsing once he finally caught up with him.

"Are you coming or not?" Donnie gave his trademark gap tooth grin as he turned, slowing down.

"I am! You're just moving too fast!" Casey complained. "I thought turtles were supposed to be slow! I didn't even have time to get my grappling hook."

Donnie shrugged, ending the conversation with one simple movement.

They walked side by side, neither wanting to say anything. They both knew it would only end in arguing.

"Can I just say-" Casey started.

"No, you can't."

"I didn't say anything!"

"Exactly."

"Listen, Gap Tooth, I don't like this either!" He flicked a stone off the roof with his shoe. "But we have to ..." He swallowed. "work together, right?"

Donnie said nothing. He looked deep in thought.

"Is it because of April? Because it's not my fault she...y'know likes me more."

At the mention of April, Donnie turned away, eyes flashed with hurt, which only filled Casey with that annoying feeling of guilt.

"It isn't about her."

"Alright." Silence. "Sorry, let's just-" He cleared his throat. "Let's just work together, we don't need to be friends. Just get through the mission. After that, we can go back to hating each other."

"That was...surprisingly mature, Jones. Glad we can agree on something." Donnie quipped. "And for once, you're right. This mission is more important than our petty squabbles. No matter how insufferable you may be."

"Now you're just making up words."

Donnie fought the urge to roll his eyes. "So, that's two more hours of this."

Casey scoffed, but couldn't help but chuckle. Quietly of course. Last thing he wanted was for Donnie to think he was actually amusing.

"So...deal?"

"Deal." Donnie said, then added: "Cave Mouth." Which made Casey shove him lightly.

For a brief moment, they seemed to share a mutual understanding. The silence that followed wasn't awkward or forced, it was comfortable. Well, as comfortable as they could possibly be.

Donnie paused, startled by something. Lifting his bō carefully, he tried to follow whatever the sound was.

"What the-" Casey raised an eyebrow.

"Shh!" He hissed. "Do you hear that?"

"No?" Casey scrunched his nose, listening closely. It sounded like a...buzzing noise? Like a fly or mosquito. Irritating, but not dangerous. "Chill Don, it's just a bug or something."

"No, listen!" The turtle looked frantic and alert.

The buzzing became louder. Then, it was followed by the sound of snapping wood. Deliberate and exact. Casey gulped, taking his own weapon.

A massive shadow flew over their heads and landed in front of them. Donnie yelped in surprise, stumbling forward.

"Ah, shell." He swore, lifting his head to face the hideous insectoid mutant with acid green eyes. Scumbug spread his deformed wings, antenayes raised, prepared to strike.

"Well, I was right. That definitely is a bug. Scumbug! Wicked! This'll be fun!" Casey sneered.

"Which makes no sense, considering stag beetles aren't even bugs! They're insects!" Donnie spun his staff like a propeller, hitting the mutant face on.

"Not the time!" Casey tackled Scumbug, who roared, jostling him aside like a ragdoll. He smacked the floor with a sickening thud, directly on his arm. He fought back a scream of agony.  "Do you- gah- seriously have to be such a know it all, all the time?" He looked at his arm, which currently looked seriously messed up.

Donnie looked affronted. "I am not a know it all!"

"Yes you are!" Another whack of his trusty hockey stick, followed by a knock to the ground, face first. He wiped his mouth from the metallic taste of blood.

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you- Donnie, look out!" Casey shrieked, sounding less manly than he intended.

Scumbug, now furious, had efficiently used his enemies' bickering to his advantage. Before he could turn around, a spider web twirled from its appendages binding Donatello to the ground, who kicked and struggled furiously.

The mutant now crouched over the captured turtle, prepared to strike with his signature acid spit.

"Hang on, D! Casey Jones is here to save the day! GOONGALA!" He bellowed, racing towards Scumbug and latching onto him like a demented parasite. It was hardly the most graceful of moves, but it distracted him briefly.

He raised his hockey stick, poking him hard in the eye in an attempt to gouge them. Eyes were sensitive- he remembered Splinter telling him that.

With the extra time, Donnie reached for his bō, ripping the web apart with the extended naginata blade.

Scumbug, now looking more disheveled and horrifically disfigured than normal, retreated blindly into the misty air.

"I didn't need your help." Donnie said bitterly.

"Aw, is that any way to say thank you?" Casey retorted. "I just saved your shell." He poked his plastron roughly. "I think I deserve a little appreciation for my heroism."

"I had it handled."

"Did you? Because you looked just about ready to be eaten by Scumbug."

Donatello scowled, moving closer. "And he got away. So your heroism didn't exactly work, did it?"

"Would you rather have acid stuck to your face?" Casey growled. "You'd look even freakier than you do now. Next time you're a little 'turtle in distress' don't expect me to come save your-"

"I didn't need saving." Their foreheads pressed together, any moment ready to face each other on.

Casey gritted his teeth. "Sure, whatever you say. I didn't help because I actually cared about you or anything."

"Then why did you?" Donnie snapped, pulling away. "You could have left me."

"Because I- you- argh!" Casey felt his temper rising. "Because I'm not a monster, alright? We're a team, and we help each other. That's the deal." He wiped his chapped lips again, the disgusting taste of blood still lingering. He winced, clutching his arm.

"I can patch you up at the lair." Donnie said softly. "It just looks sprained."

"Mm." Casey grumbled, still pissed. Stubbornness was taking over any injury he had. He'd rather have his arm stay at this awkward angle than admit he was hurt in front of his rival. "I'll just wrap it up at home. I'll be fine."

Donnie sighed, raising his palm to his face. "Don't be so stubborn, I can help you."

Casey didn't look convinced.

"To repay the favor?" His warm brown eyes looked surprisingly sincere. "You did help me, after all. I'd probably be toast if you didn't."

Casey snorted. "You got that right."

A beat. Donnie looked unsure, as if he wanted to say something else. But whatever it was, it was holding him back.

"So...we should go back to the lair then?" Casey suggested, easing the awkwardness.

"Huh? Yes, of course. Totally. " Donnie nodded. "Naturally."

"Alright then."

"Jones?"

Casey turned, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah?"

"I just wanted to say...thanks."

"Hey, no problem. But don't tell anyone I saved your ass."

"Deal."

~•~

Casey never expected to be sitting in Donnie's lab table, in between Timothy the blob-organ filled mutant and several bunsen burners, but life tended to be weird that way. He also didn’t expect to be pouting on said table like he was at some freaky doctor’s office. The rest of the team returned shortly after them, and seemed surprised that Donnie was actually willing to fix Casey's arm- and not begrudgingly.

Donnie returned with a first aid kit, setting it on the table. He hummed a familiar tune to himself, as if to fill the empty air of any more awkwardness.

"I've seen these before." Casey said, poking the bunsen burner tap, immediately then swatted away by Donatello. "At my school's science lab."

Donnie nodded, rolling up Casey's sleeve to examine his bare arm. Casey flinched, not comfortable with the random act of touching. "Hey don't!"

"Do you want your arm fixed or not?"

"...yeah."

"Then let me work my magic."

Casey frowned, staring at the bottle the turtle was holding. "Your magic looks like antibiotics and advil."

Donnie's lip twitched.

After his arm was treated somewhat, Donnie wrapped him up gently with a clean bandage. The slow movement made his heart race increase every time Donnie's fingertips brushed his arm, but he ignored it.

Don't be weird, Jones.

"That should be good. Don't put any pressure on it." said Donnie, passing him the advil. "And take this, it'll soothe the pain."

Casey pretended to look offended. "Here I thought you were gonna kiss it better."

Donnie rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. "Don't push it, Jones. We aren't there yet."

Casey laughed. "Yet. Thanks for fixin' my arm, D. You...aren't so bad, I guess. But let's go back to hating each other, alright?"

Donnie smirked. "Whatever you say."

[frogsfordays]

Piper (Talking about Clytius): “he snuffs out flames wherever he goes. Any kind of light just gets sucked into his cloud of darkness.”

“’Sounds like Nico,’ Leo said. You think they’re related?’

This shit pissed me off so much.

Sure Nico is like super depressed and doesn’t act happy on the Argo II but how the f*ck are people surprised by that?

In terms of happy memories, does Nico really have at that point? I mean sure he has a few but none of them are purely happy.

1) No memories before Lotus Hotel and Casino- nothing to draw on from then.

2) All his memories with Bianca are sure to be tinged slightly because she’s dead and she chose to join the Hunters. -this includes Casino memories and memories at Westover.

3) Mythomagic at that point means nothing to him anymore, Bianca died for the Hades statue for him. Mythomagic would bring back a lot of sad emotions for that reason.

4) Then he’s homeless, and manipulated constantly by Minos and then Hades for like two years.

5) He could have had some good memories after the Second Titan War when he joins CHB but he feels like people hate him so I imagine he didn’t.

6) Probably has some good memories with Hazel, but they’re also probably tinged with sadness as he found Hazel around the same time he finds out Bianca chose rebirth and didn’t tell him. Plus he’s hiding being Greek etc and Percy’s missing at that point etc...

7) Memories with Hazel when Percy is found are probably tense because he then has to pretend to not know him.

8) I will say he probably has a few good memories with Hazel, but probably not a ton as she’s spending all of her time with the legion which obviously makes sense.

9) HE ENDS UP IN TARTARUS. -He nearly goes insane canonically because of the horrors he saw. 

10) He fights his way to Tartarus, gets to the doors of death, thinks he is going to be free and then is captured by Gaea’s forces and is trapped in a jar for eight days (canonically. Some people say five but I checked the text to make sure as I thought it was 8/9 and it’s eight.)

11) Finally gets freed from the jar and it is extremely last moment. -text suggests that they think he’s probably already dead.

12) Gets out of the jar and then feels as if he fails to help Percy and Annabeth and they fall in Tartarus.- at this point we know he hasn’t eaten or drank anything (other than eating the pomegranate pulp for at least eight days. Probably longer. And if he ate eight days before that it was literally whatever he found in Tartarus.) No happy memories there.

13) Then he’s forcibly outed and it’s only then someone other than Hazel sticks up for him. He’s probably also terrified Jason will tell someone, shown by his slight unwillingness to leave the deck so Jason is alone with Leo and Piper.

14) Everyone else on the ship makes no effort apart from Hazel and Jason to actually interact with him, instead calling him creepy and flinching away from him. 

15) Also at one point Frank blames Nico for not saving Hazel when they’re on a mission even though he wasn’t able to. Can you imagine how much that would hurt.

So yeah, maybe Nico isn’t all sunshine and rainbows because HE HAS SEVERE PTSD AND IS BARELY FUNCTIONING. He doesn’t eat properly, ‘one grape.’ He refused Percy’s room and just sits on the top of the mast, so he’s likely not sleeping. 

Maybe just maybe they shouldn’t have been so hard on him.

[starliightxo]

Mikayla Carmichael-Barham

Nickname(s): Kayla, Mickey (I really want everyone to pick one or the other so she has an even batch of both)

Academy: Rosewell (Paris)

Course(s): modelling

Parents: Leo Carmichael & Charlie Barham (not together)

Sexuality: bi curious

BACKGROUND:

Mikayla was born after an on and off affair between her parents resulted in her mother's pregnancy. It was a recipe for disaster in her families but surprisingly, most family members kept her very protected from her parents "mistakes". Both the Carmichael's and Barham's adore her and know full well it isn't her fault she outted the affair and that it existed in the first place. But this still meant her parents were in the firing line and although everyone tried to shield her from it, she was still very aware of it.

PERSONALITY:

She's known as "The Ditzy one" and it couldn't be more accurate for Mikayla. She's a huge airhead and definitely needs the most looking after when it comes to her friend group. She's gullible and easily intimidated. She finds it really hard to say no to people. But she's also easily the nicest person in her friend group, despite still getting caught up in gossip and easily lead with her thoughts.

Because of past experiences with her secret, and the fact a lot of her female relatives were very protective over her, mikayla gets extremely attached to females in her life, including her friendship group. Shes very clingy and needy. Her ditziness and childlike behaviour definitely comes as a response to (tw) the abuse she received as a child but nobody knows that. She never goes home, she's either with family friends or her girls.

SECRET(S):

(tw) mikayla was sexually assaulted by a family member growing up and it's altered her personality quite a lot. It made her who she is today.

PLOTS OPEN/TAKEN

TAKEN

Dixie - (one of the girls) but the two are also cousins and have always been very close growing up. dixie is a family member and friend who feels extremely protective over mikayla, especially because the male in their family who assaulted her at a young age, often spent time around both the girls and dixie always had an off feeling about that time of their life, despite not being able to put her finger on what or who it was. She knows there's more to mikayla's behaviours than meets the eye.

Lucie - (one of the girls) lucie has about 5% tolerance when it comes to Kayla. She gets on her nerves big time and finds her exceptionally annoying. However, Kayla loves her to pieces and deep down lucie feels the same. But they wind each other up and bicker a lot.

Wren - a friend mikayla has outside of the girls, but it's not completely healthy. there's a lot of anxiety surrounding the friendship and Kayla is almost always walking on egg shells trying not to upset or hurt her

OPEN

(I'm gonna ask for mainly m/f tbh cause she's super set f/f wise but she's defo open to other plots too I just wanna add more background to her bio if that makes sense?)

Multiple guys who try it on with her or have in the past. She gets a lot of male attention but she's never very good with how she responds. I have a few scenarios...

Someone she pretends not to notice mainly because she's definitely physically attracted to them and their personality does kinda spark something of a crush in her too, but she's terrified of that so she tries to be super flippant and casual. I think it'd be cute if they kinda know she's interested on some level and just keeps trying OR gets frustrated and it could get toxic-Y instead

Someone she slept with once after being super drunk, and they've come very close to doing it again multiple times since but she always finds an excuse to stop it and chickens out before it goes all the way and they're just confused

An innocent flirtationship that everyone and fan blogs try to push them together cause they're just adorable but they both kinda shy away from that sense. But their flirting can get usper heated and intense, but they've never so much as kissed.

Moving on

A girl friend she's completely pissed off with how clingy she gets. I imagine they could have been friends in high school/kinda younger but as they grew up, they got distracted and distant and mikayla would have tried desperately to cling to them and definitely would have needed them a lot, and they just got tired of it/her. It could be that they don't regret it cause she's a lot or they feel a littler bad now but mikayla is kind of 'you left me, bye' so either way it could be super tense.

Another female friend who mikayla accidentally lead on and made them think it was more than friendship at one point, but mikayla eventually had to set them straight and explain she didn't feel that way about girls. I think she can have very intense relationships with women because of who she is so it could have easily been mistaken for more.

[new-sandrafilter]

Timothée Chalamet and Eileen Atkins Interview - British Vogue May 2020

“Maybe your knuckles weren’t bleeding, but there was ice,” Timothée Chalamet tells Dame Eileen Atkins. He is recounting, with no small amount of awe, how he first came to hear of the legendary 85-year-old actor with whom he is about to appear at The Old Vic. It transpires that Oscar Isaac, Chalamet’s co-star in the upcoming blockbuster Dune, was at the receiving end of Atkins’ fist in Ridley Scott’s Robin Hood (all in the name of acting, of course). Chalamet was duly impressed.

“I gave him the worst time of his life,” says Atkins, bristling at the memory, before merrily launching into several candid, very dame-like stories from her time on set – “That was a nightmare movie. A nightmare.”

It is a Saturday afternoon in late February, and the two actors – one a titan of British theatre with an eight-decade career; the other, Hollywood’s most in-demand young leading man, with an insatiable Instagram following – have just finished being photographed together for Vogue. Chalamet, 24, in louche, low-slung denim and a white T-shirt, has folded his Bambi limbs into a chair next to Atkins, whose hawkish frame, in a navy jumper and jeans, belies her 85 years.

“Do you like being called Tim or Timothée or what?” Atkins asks in her warm but brisk RP, all trace of her Tottenham upbringing erased.

“Whatever works,” he replies in a bright American accent, that shock of chestnut hair falling into his eyes. “Anything.”

“So you won’t object to ‘darling’? I call everyone darling. I’m told I mustn’t say it these days.” He assures her he is fine with it: “It’s a rite of passage, being called darling by Dame Eileen Atkins.”

“You always, always, have to put the dame in, otherwise you can’t address me,” she jokes.

It’s good the two are getting all this sorted now. A couple of days after our interview they will begin rehearsals for a seven-week run of Amy Herzog’s play 4000 Miles, in which they star as a grandmother and grandson, each quietly dealing with their own grief. Chalamet takes on the role of Leo Joseph-Connell, a somewhat lost 21-year-old who experiences a tragedy while on a 4,000-mile-long cycle ride with his best friend. Atkins plays Vera Joseph, his widowed 91-year-old grandmother, upon whose Manhattan doorstep Leo unexpectedly arrives in the middle of the night, unsure of where else to go. What follows is a wonderful, and wonderfully witty, study in human relationships, a portrait of two generations with decades between them trying to make sense of the world.

Its stars, who’ve met twice previously, in New York last year, are still very much getting to know each other – and are confident in the appeal. “There are things like this play – hoping I don’t butcher it – where you can just sit back and go, ‘Oh, this is a delicious meal,’” says Chalamet. Atkins agrees. “I have a phrase in mind that I shouldn’t really say because it’s going to sound terrible in print.” Which is? “I find it a dear little play, a really dear little play. I think it should be very moving. But who knows? We might f**k it up.”

It’s unlikely. Atkins has been a regular on The Old Vic’s stage since the 1960s, going toe-to-toe with greats from Laurence Olivier to Alec Guinness, and fellow dames (and close friends) Maggie Smith and Judi Dench. Chalamet, meanwhile, is a relative novice, with only two professional plays under his belt. But since his turn as Elio in 2017’s Call Me by Your Name (for which he was Oscar-nominated), his celluloid rise has been meteoric. Roles in Lady Bird, Little Women, The King and Wes Anderson’s upcoming The French Dispatch have not only earned him the slightly fraught badge of “heart-throb”, but proved him to be among the most captivating actors of his generation.

He says he couldn’t resist the opportunity to come to the capital. “There was something exciting about doing a play that feels very New York in London,” Chalamet explains of taking on the part. He’s a diehard theatre fan, too, revealing he saw the six-and-a-half-hour epic The Inheritance – twice. “There are films like The Dark Knight or Punch-Drunk Love or Parasite that can give you a special feeling. But nothing will be like seeing Death of a Salesman on Broadway with Philip Seymour Hoffman or A Raisin in the Sun with Denzel Washington.”

Herzog’s writing particularly spoke to him. “Leo’s in a stasis that was very appealing to me,” he continues. “We find our crisis in moments of stasis, but there’s an irony to it when you’re young, because the law of the land would have you think that to be young is to be having fun, to be coming into your own. But as everyone at this age who’s going through it knows, it’s often a shitshow.”

It’s safe to say that, in casting terms, director Matthew Warchus, also artistic director of The Old Vic, has hit the jackpot. He first took the play to Atkins three years ago, but it was only towards the end of 2019 that Chalamet came on board. When it was announced, in December, that Hollywood’s heir apparent to Leonardo DiCaprio would be making his London stage debut, the news was met with a level of hysteria not usually associated with the 202-year-old theatre’s crowd.

“Oh, my friends have told me who the audience is,” Atkins chimes in when I ask who they think will be coming to see the show. “It’s 40 per cent girls who want to go to bed with Timothée, it’s 40 per cent men who want to go to bed with Timothée, and it’s 20 per cent my old faithfuls.” Is Chalamet prepared for the onslaught? “I think it will be 100 per cent Eileen’s faithfuls,” he demurs.

On the surface, they can seem quite the odd couple. Chalamet, raised in Manhattan by an American dancer-turned-realtor mother and French father, an in-house editor at the United Nations, may be living a breathless, nomadic movie-star life but there’s an iron core of Gen Z earnestness there. He arrives on set with minimal fuss, even deciding to wear the clothes he came in for one shot, before knocking out some push-ups, politely ordering an omelette and generally being divinely well-mannered.

He turns on the star power for the camera, though, and I can confirm it’s as dazzling up close as it is on the red carpet, where he has, famously, casually redrawn the rules for male dressing. From that Louis Vuitton sparkly bib at the 2018 Golden Globes, to a dove-grey satin Haider Ackermann tux at Venice last year, he’s a true fashion darling. Then, of course, there’s his dating life – from Lourdes Ciccone Leon to Lily-Rose Depp – that remains an endless source of fascination to millions worldwide. (All this, it must be said, is of significantly less interest to Dame Eileen.)

Atkins started dance lessons aged three, shortly before the start of the Second World War. By 12, she was performing professionally in pantomime, not far from where she grew up in north London, the youngest daughter in a working-class family. A fast-established theatre star, wider fame didn’t find her until late in life. Despite memorable turns in Upstairs, Downstairs and Gosford Park, it was the 2000 television hits Cranford and Doc Martin, when she was in her early seventies, that finally made her a household name. Today, she lives alone in west London, since her second husband, the TV and film producer Bill Shepherd, died in 2016. She has often spoken of being happily childless, and has zero time for razzmatazz.

And yet, despite their differences, the pair appear perfectly matched. They already have their grandmother-grandson dynamic down pat. Atkins does a fine line in mischievous eyebrow-raising, and at one point recites a limerick that is, honestly, so rude it almost makes her co-star blush. Chalamet, meanwhile, is politeness personified, still trying to work out his thoughts on various subjects, less inclined to give so much of himself away. There is a physical likeness, too, in their delicate features and fine bone structure. They share a naturally melancholic look, one that melts away when they laugh.

Their upcoming play, which premiered to rapturous reviews Off-Broadway in 2011, “about a block” from Chalamet’s high school, LaGuardia, could have been written for them. “Other than not being American, I’m very like the old woman,” says Atkins of the Pulitzer-shortlisted play. “I can’t be bothered to learn the internet.” If there’s one thing she won’t tolerate in rehearsals, it’s people on their phones. That’s the only thing that will “piss me off ”, she says, brusquely.

Ah, phones. Are they really the symbol of generational disconnect? “It’s easy to point to these things,” Chalamet says, tapping his phone on the table, “as the cause or the symptom, but I think my generation is a guinea pig generation of sorts. We’re figuring out the pros and cons and limits of technology.”

Equally, Atkins is keen to distance herself from some of the criticism levelled at her age group. “There’s a saying isn’t there: if you’re not very left wing when you’re young, you’re heartless. And if you’re not very right wing when you’re old, you’re foolish. I’m not political, but I’m not with this government I can assure you – and I’m not with Brexit. I wanted to wear a sweater saying ‘I did not vote Brexit’, because it was all old people who did. Not me, not me,” she snaps. “I went on the march.”

Both are in agreement that intergenerational friendships are too rare these days. “So. Important,” Chalamet says, hitting the table between each word. “There is so much to learn from people who have walked the path of life. That’s why I’m so looking forward to these next couple of months.”

Atkins is thoughtful on the matter. “I don’t miss the fact I don’t have children, but I do envy my friends who have grandchildren,” she says. “About five or six years ago I met a couple of young people – they are just about 30 this year – and, do you know, we go out together. And people immediately say to me, ‘Are these your grandchildren?’ And I say, ‘No.’ And they say, ‘Your godchildren?’ And I say, ‘No, they’re just friends.’ Everybody thinks there is something weird about all three of us. They just don’t get it. But the boy makes me laugh more than anybody and the girl is enchanting. I have more fun with them than I do with almost anybody else.”

I remind Atkins about her description of today’s youth as being overly serious. “I do call them the New Puritans, yes,” she says, before motioning to her young co-star. “He probably drinks like a fish.”

Chalamet, currently single, is remaining tight-lipped about plans for his new London life, and how many late-night manoeuvres in Soho or Peckham it may involve. “I’ve got friends here, which is nice. But I’m here for this – to be terrified at The Old Vic.”

Before we leave, there is a final thing to clear up – Atkins’ aforementioned limerick. “Do you know about the Colin Farrell situation?” Eileen asks Timothée. No, comes his reply. “Better get it over with now because someone will tell you,” she says, proceeding to explain how, when she was “69, about to be 70” and filming Ask the Dust with a 27-year-old Farrell, “he made a pass at me. He came to my hotel room. He was enchanting. I let him chat for two hours, thoroughly enjoying it, but no not that. He was very cross I didn’t.”

But then, she explains guiltily, she later told the story during “some stupid TV show” (Loose Women), where despite her best efforts at keeping Farrell’s identity secret, the internet did its thing and news got out. An apology to Farrell was required. “So I left a limerick on Colin’s phone…” she says. She clears her throat: “There once was a **** of a dame…” she begins, in her imitable theatrical timbre, before reeling off one of the filthiest rhymes I’ve ever heard.

There is a moment of stunned laughter. “Wow, that’s sincerely amazing,” comes Chalamet’s response, as Atkins finishes the verse. He gives her a solemn oath: “I promise I won’t hit on you.”

4000 Miles is at The Old Vic, SE1, from 6 April