#i'll be back later to see if i was anywhere close lmao

[bridgertonbabe]

Right I'm finalising my Sixmas theory so this is my prediction:

Kathy kills Keanu in the Queen Vic.

And!!!

Linda kills Dean upstairs in the living room to stop him from attacking Gina.

[wthtorke]

Snowstorm

*Looks around* Well hello lmao what a better way to return than posting a THICK ass fic huh

8K words - Warnings for getting trapped, small spaces, and everything that comes with it + general trauma + injury - Gender-neutral reader

Enjoy! <3

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You often put others' needs before your own. 

Not that you noticed you did it. It took some pointing out from your close friends to get you to realize just how you swept your desires under the rug.

After god knows how much pushing, you agreed to go on a trip by yourself. "No work worries, no guys, no girls, just you and your alone time!" Your friend had said. 

You sat in your living room with your laptop, browsing through destinations and flight tickets. Everyone seemed eager to see you go on the trip. At least, you hoped it was that. While you loved your friends, you worried that if you were not helpful somehow, they would drop you cold. 

Were they happy for you or happy to see you go? You didn't know, but the trip could help that too. You wanted to be more independent, sure, and in tune with yourself. 

Your eyes stop on an ad, and immediately you click it. 

Skiing in the Rocky Mountains.

You smile. The cool crisp air may do you some good.

You book the ticket and the hotel for your stay, and as the week goes by, you pack your bags. You had gone on other trips throughout your life, of course, but this one felt a little different. Maybe because it'd be your first alone adventure in a long time, but whatever it was, you felt good about it.

The day before the trip, you say goodbye to your friends and head back to your house. Only 7 hours of sleep and a couple more of flight separated you from snow and, hopefully, a lot of fun.

The trip is easy enough. You get to your room at the hotel and unpack just enough to start exploring as soon as you could. 

Groups of people gathered at the tourist stops choosing what they would be doing and booking activities for the day. Just as you reach the board, the ski equipment is fully booked for the day already. 

You frown as a lady beside you nods. "Yup, all gone! I'm pissed as fuck too! You either bring your own or get here at the butt of the morning to rent equipment." She sighs. "I'm going on a hike. Make sure to leave your name in the equipment call, though. If somebody gives up, they should give you preference, it seems." She shrugs.

You nod, perking up and signing your name with the clerk's list, looking back at the girl again, "what hike did you choose?" 

"Me? One of the easy ones, that one-," she points at the boards again. The list still had some spots left, "It's the longest of the easy ones, though. Thinking about joining?" 

You nod, "Yeah, it's only my first day here. It sounds good enough for a first day," you say, picking up the pen and putting down your info on the list. The group would depart in 30 minutes, enough time to prepare for it. 

"Nice! I'll see you at the meeting point later then!" She smiles and walks off. You smile at the clerk and head back to your room to pack your bag for the hike. 

You pack your backpack with energy bars, the biggest water bottle you could find, the emergency first aid kit one of your friends gifted you, a hiking map you bought in the reception, a small emergency light, an emergency bivy, and an emergency blanket, just in case. 

On your way down, you buy two sandwiches from a machine, along with a soup-filled thermos, stuffing them in your backpack before heading to the meeting spot. 

You look around, searching for the lady you talked to earlier, wondering if she would make it in time. 

She arrives 2 minutes before your departure, panting a bit but smiling at you, waving as she walks over. "Hey there, ready to freeze up there?" 

"Definitely not." You two laugh as your guide speaks up, stating the hike rules and emergency tips. "And lastly, do not go anywhere alone. The hike is easy, but don't underestimate it! Safety is in numbers, always. Now, with all of that said, let's get hiking!" 

The way up is slow. People chat quietly while they walk, taking pictures and generally marveling about the views, you included. 

The wind is ice cold and makes your lungs feel a bit prickly when you breathe. Your cheeks are cold, a reminder that you were really there, enjoying a hike on a trip you made on your own. It makes you smile. 

You're halfway up when your newfound friend approaches you again.

"So, you came by yourself?" The girl asks. You nod, "yeah, I thought I would do something different…what about you?" 

"I travel alone all the time. First time here, though!" She smiles, "After I started going places alone, I just couldn't stop. It's way easier." She says. The guide announces your first stop to rest is just up ahead. 

As most of the group sits down to eat and drink, you and your friend sit on a fallen log at the edge of the trail. You pull out one of your bars while she takes a few swigs of her water bottle. 

You're laughing at her jokes when a crack calls your attention toward the trees.  You turn around to look, staring intently at the trees. Your friend’s gaze switches from you to the trees multiple times, “Bestie? You good?” 

“Did you hear anything?” You ask her, still searching. The chatter from the rest of the group dies down as you strain to hear anything from the trees again. “It’s probably a squirrel or something.” She shrugs.

“I think that was too heavy to be a squirrel.” You say, hearing it again as you get up from the log, picking up your backpack. She does the same, “Okay….maybe it’s a huge squirrel or a deer?” She says, starting to sound worried as well.

The cracking sounds get louder and more violent before a strong gust of wind hits both of you. A big thundering sound follows it. You realize what’s happening all too late.

“Avalanche! Run!” 

You both scream and make for it. The snow comes crashing down through the trees as you and your friend sprint through the trail, trying to catch up with the rest of the group. You look at the snow for a fraction of a second and slip. 

You fall to the ground. You can barely hear any screaming over the falling snow’s booming noise. You scream and try getting up again, putting your hands up to shield yourself from the snow. 

Another sound hits your ears before a blur launches itself toward you. The sound is blood-curdling, bone-chilling, roaring as loud as the snow coming for you. You feel the impact of said thing against your body, throwing you both off the edge. You hold onto it, whatever it was. Screaming and closing your eyes as you both flew over the edge. 

He had seen it coming, of course. While his brothers and sisters went for the hottest countries on whatever planet they landed in. He loved the snow. He had over two centuries of experience with it. 

He saw it coming. 

You are as light as he thought you would be. He holds you and your backpack against his chest as you fall off the snowy ledge. The cord of his wrist gauntlet catches against the stone. He snaps it off as you both get launched into the cave underneath the ledge.  

He lands hard on his feet, setting you down unceremoniously on the ground before rushing back to the cave entrance. The snow rages violently over as it falls from the edge, washing over anything in its way. He had been using this cave for a few days now. He knew this could happen. Would happen.

Still, he needed to close the entrance. 

The snow piles and pushes inside the cave. He aims his blaster toward the entrance’s ceiling and shoots, jumping over to your side as the stones crash down, stopping the snow from burying you both alive as he shields your body from the falling rocks. 

It’s too much. You cry and scream while keeping your face on the floor, hands shielding your head as the booming noises of cracking trees, snow, and falling rocks make your heart pound in every which way inside your ribcage. You get dragged closer by the man who saved you, and you hug the thigh he was crouching on the ground with, sobbing into it as you wait for the nightmare to be over. 

It feels like hours. It probably is hours long until the wreckage comes to a stop. You still hear the avalanche layers settling on top of the cave and its would-be entrance. The cave is pitch black. You can’t see a palm in front of your face. All you hear is your ragged breathing and the man’s -somehow- calm one. His is heavier, although slower than yours. he was big, you were sure he was from the blur you saw standing there before the rocks fell. His breathing had a dragging sound to it, a soft ‘ch ch ch’ that made your hairs stand on end. Oh God, what if he was asthmatic? 

“I- I think we’re okay now-” You say. He doesn’t reply. “Sir, are you hurt? Oh God-” You panic, patting around the floor for your bag, scooting away from him until you find it. “I’ve got a light in here. God, I hope it’s not broken!” You take a deep breath and try to remember where you placed it, counting the small bags on the front before reaching the fourth one. You pull its zip and reach for the light. The thick, now wet, gloves you wear make the metal almost slip from your grasp. 

“Please turn on, please turn on,” You pray as you push the button, successfully illuminating the wall in front of you. “Yes! Okay, now we can-” You turn around, looking for the man,

Finding something else entirely. 

It’s bigger than any man you’ve ever known in your life. Its skin is of a blueish hue with black mottling. It has protrusions that remind you of a hedgehog’s quills up its forearms, chest, and the sides of its face. It wore a mask along with dense-looking armor that looked battle-worn. Its chest heaved the same slow and steady breathing, making the quills drag against the black netting it wore. 

Your pupils dilate in dread as you perceive it whole. Your body freezes. Your breath hitches.

And you faint. 

The light falls from your hand as your body hits the floor. Your backpack acts as a hard pillow as the world darkens and comes to a stop. 

He watches as you turn into stone and pass out on your equipment, and only then does he move toward you. He grabs the small light you produced from your pack and turns it off with the click of a button, careful not to break it. He did not need light, not as long as he had his mask (even if he didn’t, if he was honest), and not as long as you were unconscious. 

‘Might as well save its power.’ He thinks. 

He takes a quick check over your form. Bruising was sure to occur. Your ankle was sprained, also expected. All in all, everything is fine. He’s glad about that. 

Now, for air.

He stands up and walks to the entrance again. While it wasn’t safe to leave the cave while the layers were still loose, and with the temperatures dropping outside, your chances of survival were low, even if his weren’t. But being wholly shut in wouldn’t do either, especially with your panicked breath. Screaming requires air. Lots of it. 

He stretches his palm over the cold stone, feeling around. A few well-placed holes would do well enough. Stepping back, his aim shines over the stone once more. 

Adjusting the width of each blast, he lasers perfect circles scattered on the wall. The snow outside melts, and fresh, cold air drifts in through the holes before more snow covers them once more. He reaches for his back pocket, retrieving several silver rings, and places them into the holes in the stone. Adjusting the desired length of each ring before pressing a button, he watches the holograms expand on his gauntlet until they surpass the snow outside. He checks each tube, satisfied when air flows steadily through all of them.

He turns back to you and walks over.

He couldn’t say what made him save you. He had been hunting in the mountains. He did see you and your group going up. But why did he risk himself to save you? He didn’t know. He found himself clutching the tree he was perched on when the snow went down, even though he would have been safe. He leaped before you fell to your knees in the snow. 

Crouching down, he takes a second to look at your face.

You groan, and he sits down, moving back to give you some space. You look around, seeing the thin light streaks coming from the wall. You look a bit to the side and squint, spotting the one figure you hoped was a dream. 

A scream rips from your throat as you panic once more, almost crushing your light in the process. You back up into the nearest wall and point your light at him, turning it on again. “What are you?! What-!”

It’s a strange creature, half man and half… something else. You had no idea what.

He lifts his hands up, and you grasp your light firmly as if it were a gun. “Don’t move-! Stay there! Who are you? What do you want?!” You ask. Demand. 

You hear audio shuffling before a distorted, “Easy…- Easy…” reaches your ears. You recognize the voice. Your instructor, the line spoken to the whole group while going through a particularly slippery part of the trail that morning. “What-...What are you? You’re not a man-, who are you?” You ask desperately. 

He shakes his head, and you want to cry harder, though he didn’t answer your second question. “Am I dead?” You sob. He shakes his head again and slowly points to the door. 

“-..-Thick S̴̨̛̛̞͉̗̜̦̘̤̤̱͉͖͒̍̑̆̑͌͆̃̕n̴̡̳̖͕̹̞͎̝̞͂̿̀̾̏̈̈́́͝ơ̸̝̣̓̔̾͊̈́̇̇̋̎̓͜͝w-.”

You sniffle, not peeling your eyes from him. “Are you going to hurt me? Please don’t-” He doesn’t reply, slowly lowering his hands again. You start to get nervous again before he points to the corner of the cave. Hesitantly, you cast the light to it, seeing the glint of the metal-like cord he had used to save you both. Your eyes widen as you try to remember the quick flashes of the occurred. You fell. The snow was coming. Something caught you, held you, and you fell over the edge. The light moves back to his form. “It was you-, so you saved me, okay-, but why?”

Again, no reply. 

The tears form cold, stiff streaks on your cheeks as you try to wipe them with the back of your gloves. You look around the cave. It wasn’t that big. You doubted you could stand up fully inside it, let alone someone as big as your…new friend. He had taken care of the air supply, but you weren’t properly trained for this. You feared you wouldn’t last until the morning. Not like this.

“You-, you made the holes in the walls, right? Can’t you get us out?” You ask him. He shakes his head. “Safer-...Here.” 

“How is it safer here? We’re buried to our necks in-...Snow.” He nods. 

“Snow is a good insulator, right?” He nods again. “Right…So you’ll get us out in the morning?” He doesn’t reply. “I’ll take that as a hopeful yes.” You say, setting your light down in the middle of the cave, pointing at the ceiling, illuminating the space the best it could. 

You open your backpack and set to planning your night here. You see your phone and gasp, trying to get it. No signal. 

You sigh as you look at the rest of your pack. You had your blanket, emergency bivy, and food and water were also fine. Nothing got broken during your rescue, thankfully. 

You take a look at your companion to find him also going through his own pack, though his equipment looked far different than yours. They almost seemed like…weapons. 

Oh, God.

“Do you come here often?” You ask. His head snaps at you. You freeze. 

He shakes his head, and you sigh in relief. “You don’t…hunt people, right?” 

He keeps staring. You wish you hadn’t asked. “Innocent people? You hunt innocent people?” Perhaps it was the trauma, the ice, the pain, or the sheer chaos of the situation you found yourself in. But judging an alien creature wasn’t as impossible as you thought it’d be. “Hunters- -Like me.” His mask croaks.

Your eyebrows shoot up. “You hunt…other hunters? Human ones or, like, -really- like you? People like you?” 

“-Like me.” He repeats. 

“Your own species? Like a cop?”

A few seconds pass before you hear your own voice. “Like a cop.” Your eyes widen more. “So you’re a space cop, got it…Then what are you doing here on Earth? And in the -snow- of all places?”

A strange sound comes from him. A scoff. 

“Vaca̶̤͔͚͌̃͝ͅtion timee̷̛͖̬͙̞̞̯͙͉͓̓́̈́̀̚e̴̛̞͎͆̀͂̉̎̂͘̕͠͝e-” A young girl’s voice followed by laughter. 

You find yourself laughing nervously at the audio. A soft laugh that makes him tilt his head slightly. “Me too.” You say, “Ironically enough.”

You set out your equipment in silence before you unwrap your first sandwich. You look at your watch. 3 PM. Nice time to have a heavier snack, then you could eat the bars until the night and then eat your soup. And you’d still have your second sandwich! 

Your…second sandwich. 

“Hey.” You look at him again. He looks up from organizing his gear. “Do you have any food in that pack of yours? I have an extra one here.” You lift the wrapped sandwich to show him. 

He seems to consider before giving you a dismissive hand gesture, going back to his fiddling.

“I have plenty here,” You say. “I don’t think…someone as big as you shouldn’t go too long without eating something.” He looks at you again. His mask moves slightly. You weren’t sure if he was really looking at your hand or not.

“It’s just a turkey sandwich, are you vegetarian?” You ask, worried, for some reason. He makes a strange sound. Clicking and huffing came from his mask. Was he laughing? 

“Look, to me, you’re a carnivore -at least- but I can’t be too sure, right? You’re the first…alien I know.”

He shakes his head. “Not-, Vegetarian.” 

You nod, digging around your backpack for the other sandwich before tossing it to him. The speed with which he catches it is impressive enough. You blink, and his hand moves from the ground to beside his mask, catching the sandwich. 

He eyes it as you eat your own. For a second, you wonder if he’s allergic to anything in it. You’re about to ask when he moves again, sitting with his back turned to you. 

You frown in confusion as he sets the sandwich down on his thigh before starting to take the mask off. 

Each pop it makes has your eyes widening impossibly more. With everything that happened, you forgot the mask wasn't his -face-.

He sets the mask down, its impassive expression staring at you from the floor while he picks up the sandwich again, unwrapping it. 

You wondered what he looked like without it. It felt too rude to ask. Maybe he wanted to remain anonymous from you. 

Maybe the light hurt his eyes. Maybe he didn’t want to scare you.

Maybe he was just -shy-. 

The clicking sound- now much louder and clear, calls your attention back to reality. You watch as he apparently throws the whole sandwich into his mouth, if he really had one, and swallows it whole. 

If he chewed it, you didn’t hear it. But you do hear the biggest ‘gulp’ of your life coming from him. 

You jump a little bit when he picks up the mask again, snapping the tubes back on and turning around again.

You finish eating your own food and put the trash in your bag. "I need something I can…call you- you know, other than alien? That feels rude.” 

He shakes his head, and you lick your cold lips in thought. “How does Storm sound? I don’t think ‘Avalanche’ is any good.” You shrug, taking a swig from your water bottle. “I don’t think I should mention this to anyone, right?” 

He nods. You purse your lips again, “Look- I know the less contact between us the better, and I definitely shouldn't be asking these questions- but if I don't talk I think I'll go insane." 

Storm crosses his arms, seemingly in thought before he says a simple, firm, "Yes."

"...Are there more alien species? Do you know them? Seen any?"

"Yes. -Yes….Yes." 

"Wow." You whisper to yourself. "You're the most amazing and intense thing that ever happened to me…besides the avalanche, of course."

He relaxes, shifting a bit to sit against the stone wall. You do the same, resting against your pack. "Our government must know of you- are we friends? Our people?" 

He shakes his head. You sag. "Oh…that sucks" Storm tilts his head, and a series of cut audios gather your attention again. "Government- sucks." 

You laugh. His shoulders shake slightly. Maybe he was laughing as well? 

"This wasn't what I had in mind when I came here, but I'm glad you're here. Thank you for saving me," you say. He stares at you before nodding slowly.

You smile and look at his pack on the floor, "Hey, do you have water? I have some if you want." He shakes his head and pulls out a metal bottle from one of the pouches on his back. A canteen? 

“Do you want to lay out our things? We could see what we have and how we’re going to split it until tomorrow. I know the first rule is overpacking is good but…I don’t reeeally have that much,” you let out a nervous laugh.

He takes a second and stands on his knees. He is almost as tall as you'd be standing like that. He gathers his pack and throws it closer to you while he moves over.

You stare at him for a couple of seconds before the mask slowly turns to you. “Oh-, right, sorry- you’re just- okay never mind- So, I got my light, of course-, I got some energy bars, water, a map, a bivy, a blanket, a knife, a little emergency kit, and soup! Well-, more food if you can’t translate that.” You hold up the thermos like it was a prized trophy, "what do you got?"

He starts laying his own things out.

A dagger, cuffs of some kind, knives, a -whip-, the canteen he had shown you earlier, mini orbs that suspiciously looked like smoke bombs from movies, plus other things- probably weapons too, you had no idea the use of. And last, but not least, he offers you a jar. 

You put yours down and hold his. The lid is not nearly as simple as yours, it has a mechanism on top of it. You frown in confusion before he snorts and presses two buttons on top of it. 

The lid fizzes, and you gasp, looking up at him. He nods, and you slowly take it off, placing it on top of your blanket. The smell hits your nose, and you look at him again. "Jerky? Oh my God-, can I?" He nods. 

You carefully take a strip of meat from the jar. "What kind of meat is this? This isn't…human, right?" You gulp. He shakes his head and lifts his wrist. His gauntlet shows a hologram of a deer. 

"Ohhhh, wow, you're really a hunter, aren't you?" You marvel, putting the strip back in the jar before closing it again. Storm taps the same buttons, and it seals tight again. 

You place the jar on the floor along with everything else. The contrast between your equipment and his is stark. You laugh a bit. "Well, aren't we made for each other?" He snorts as you check your watch.

You look up and find his mask very close to you, also looking at your watch. "It's not as fancy as yours," you laugh, holding your wrist up for him to see. 

Being this close, you feel your face heat up. You look down at his torso when he gently grabs your wrist, inspecting it closer. "You- are you not um- cold? You're not exactly ah…layered up." 

He did wear some fur around his shoulders and waist, but other than that, only the netting and some armor. He does the clicking sound again- chuckling? 

The hand on your wrist firms it while the other pops your glove open, pulling it up and off your hand. You jerk a bit when he pulls the naked hand to his chest. "Oh- what-...Oh." 

Hot. He is hot. Literally. 

You can't tell if the netting is heated or if he's just a furnace. But he's incredibly warm. Your fingers twitch as you concentrate on the feel of his skin. It wasn't like yours, that was for sure. It was almost rubbery, and hot but texturized as well. It was…well, alien. The prickly quills he had also were interesting to stare at. 

What a Tarzan moment.

You take your hand back, putting your glove on again, "I'm jealous of that temperature. Even with all these layers, I'm still cold," you frown, "your planet must be scorching hot," you say. 

He takes a while but nods. 

He didn't exactly like sharing information, you learned. It was fair, he saved you- and he was an alien. Things were complicated. "I think you look great here though, in the snow," The glove feels cold compared to what you just experienced. 

He scoffs, crossing his arms as you think about the events of today over and over again before looking at him once more. "Do you have any family?" The question hits you like a train and blurts out of your mouth before you could filter it. "I mean- if you can tell me." 

He nods, and your eyebrows go up in surprise. Not that you thought he wouldn't have one. He had a belly button, so he couldn't have just…spawned from somewhere. You smile at the mental image of him just popping into existence.

You look back at your equipment, especially at the food. "Look, I know we're on 'not too much involvement' thing, but you don't have to turn away every time to eat. I won't tell anyone- though I'm sure the government must have blurry pictures of others like you in their archives somewhere already."

He's closer to you than before, having not moved away since your little touching moment. His presence is as grounding as it is exciting. It makes you alert and awake, even though you're so tired. 

Storm's mask turns to you slightly, considering. 

"Scary." 

You frown. "Scary? Your face is scary? But your mask is so…familiar? Is it too different from it?" 

He nods again. 

"Oh- well, I won't be afraid of you, you saved my life, and now we're here chatting and having an icy picnic covered in snow. I'd say this makes us best friends." You smile. He huffed.

What he does instead is lift his wrist gauntlet again. Another hologram pops up. 

"Ohhhhh my-" You look back up at his mask. Its cold expression almost mocks you. "Okay, you weren't lying when you said it was different- why do you guys make it like that? You know what- that's none of my business, sorry." You look back at the hologram. 

While you didn't know if it was really him- the hologram was all red-, the way their faces were just…made sense. The tusks, the teeth, the mandibles. You marvel at the quills on the eyebrows, just like they were on the rest of him. 

Something must have been wrong with you, but you didn't think he was ugly.

"I get the scary part. I'd freak out if I saw you in the dark, no offense." He chuckles deeply, the most you've seen him laugh so far. You smile again. "Thanks for showing me, now I won't pass out on you again if you take it off." He shuts it off. You almost made a sad noise at it.

Suddenly, all the excitement takes a toll on you. With your last burning curiosity sated, your eyes begin to get heavier. "Okay, I think the adrenaline is starting to wear off." You say. "I think I'm going to sleep a bit." 

He gets up, checking the air supply tubes in the stone. You worm your way into your bivy, leaving the blanket for him if he needs it. He probably wouldn't, but the thought eased you. "Wake me up if anything changes okay?" You say. He doesn't react. You take a painkiller and lay down again.

"...and please don't leave me here alone." You say, with a little more emotion than you anticipated. 

He turns his head and nods before going back to his inspection. 

You close your eyes for a second.

Just a second. 

You jolt awake when a hand closes around your shoulder. You blink several times, breathing in deeply as you focus on the mask before you again. "Hey- anything changed?" 

Storm shakes his head, pointing at your watch instead as you sit up. You check the time. 7:15 PM. Your ice cave definitely feels colder now.

You get up, taking your soup thermos out of the bag. Its lid made for a little bowl. You prayed it was still warm. 

You sigh in relief as you pour the soup on the lid. It was lukewarm, but the warmth spreading through your torso was priceless. You're on your second sip when you hear the same fizzy noise as before. Your eyes darted to your side where Storm was taking his mask off. 

You gulp as the second tube is snapped off. He's facing forward as he's sitting beside you. But still, you would see it.

You tip the cup back as you swallow your third sip, hoping the thick plastic would disguise your blatant staring. 

Storm's fingers slip under the metal, snapping it briefly before lifting it from his face. Your breath quickens quietly as your eyes follow the metal until it's placed on the floor. You stare at it before slowly looking back up. 

Storm is looking at you. 

Your eyes dilate as you take in every aspect of his face. The mandibles, the tusks, the sharp teeth peeking from behind tightly closed tusks. The blue hue from his body painted his face, fading into a cool white tone in the middle of his face. The edges of his head are shaped like a crown. A black crown that closed into the middle of his head, where the blues and whites were. 

And then the eyes. His eyes.

Unlike the rest of him, Storm’s eyes were yellow. Deep, electric yellow. The primal instinct in your brain told you this was wrong. His face was wrong. Well, he wasn’t human. You were coded to think anything with different features walking on two legs was weird. 

Your brain told you to run, scream or get help, to do something -against- him while the rest of you knew well that he was an ally. It was hard to go against every fiber of your being and stay still. 

‘He’s still your friend.’ You think. ‘He just looks a little different.’ 

Storm’s expression changes, and while you can’t grasp what the tusk movements must mean yet, you surely know what a skeptical eyebrow raise looks like. “I’m not freaking out, I swear.” You manage to say. You have no idea if he still understands you without the mask. 

He seems to, as his top tusks twitch and his eyebrows relax. He looks away and grips his own jerky jar. You’re suddenly reminded of your soup. You pour more soup onto the lid, gulping it down while trying your best not to openly stare at him.

It’s evident he’s also trying to ignore you while he eats. His tusks part and he inserts the chunks of jerky in. You can’t see any molars in your ogling. Maybe he was made for tearing out chunks of food and swallowing them like a crocodile? 

You gulp down more of your soup until it’s down to half of it. You shake the thermos a bit, doing your best to stir the soup before leaning it toward him. “Would you like some?” To your surprise, he’s also offering you his jar. You smile, nodding, “Let’s swap.” 

You trade bottles, picking out a piece of jerky while he brings the thermos closer to his mouth. He didn’t have an apparent nose, but maybe he just smelled things differently. He must have deemed it good enough for his mandible part, and he tips his head back, drinking the soup. You half expected it to spill over and make a mess, but having done this for however long he had lived, he knew what he was doing. 

You, on the other side, had no idea what you’d do without your lips.

After eating your fill and re-packing, you huddle close to him. Storm messed with his wrist gauntlet as you lost yourself in your thoughts once more. For once in your life, the silence was comfortable. Sure, you couldn’t exactly communicate, but that didn’t feel like a problem. 

You could communicate with your friends and family, but it still made you anxious at times. Next time you check your watch, it's about 9 PM. “I think we should sleep,” you say, getting his attention once more. “I’ve slept a bit and…fainted, but you haven’t slept yet.” 

Seeing him without the mask was as otherworldly as it was interesting. Seeing his expressions as he listened to you, then changing while he thought before finally setting as he nodded. 

You smile and crawl back to your bivy while he checks the air supply once more. You had no idea how you would get out of the cave tomorrow, but you trusted Storm and his high-tech equipment. And his muscles. The muscles were a big plus, too.

By the time he turns around, you’re inside your bivy, but you point to the blanket folded neatly on top of your backpack. “I know you’re well warm, but the blanket is over there if you need it.” He looks at it briefly before nodding at you. He hands you your emergency light and lays down on the opposite side of the cave, about two arm's lengths away from you. 

“Good night, partner.” You say before shutting the light off, getting a grunt in return. 

The cave was pitch black as you expected. You shuffle a bit in your bivy before settling down completely on your side. You wondered how people outside were doing. Did the avalanche make the news? Did your friends know? Was anyone else hurt during it? You were thankful to be alive, thankful for Storm, but you felt bad for everyone else. 

Tears prickled in the corners of your vision as you try so hard to fall asleep. It’s cold, you’re trapped in a cave with an alien. Not that Storm was a negative point. You’d be dead without him. But things were far from okay right now. 

You hear shuffling and wonder if Storm also has trouble sleeping. He’d been calm so far, never raising his voice or panicking. ‘Maybe he’s used to these situations.’ You think, given the scars he bears on his body. You didn’t want to think of what could hurt someone like Storm. 

Your chest feels tight. It’s hard to push the anxiety down. You almost want to talk to him again, but what would you say? What -could- you say? You were the one to suggest sleeping in the first place. Your heart beats faster, and you’re awfully aware of your surroundings, even in the dark. 

The walls are cold and wet. The air is a little stale. You can smell yourself as you can also smell Storm behind you. You can smell the thick rubbery scent of your gloves as they grip the bivy’s lining with all they got. Like you had gripped Storm earlier that day when he rescued you.

You swallow dryly, trying to breathe in and out to avoid negative thoughts. Things would be okay. You were alive, fairly warm, and you had a big alien as your personal bodyguard through a disaster. You hear more shuffling. The sound of the emergency blanket being unfolded hits your ears. You wait a couple of seconds, eyes darting around in the dark before you open your mouth to ask him if he was okay. 

You’re in the middle of breathing your first word when you feel the blanket getting laid on top of your bivy. Storm smooths out the blanket on top of you before laying down again, closer to you this time. You’re at loss for words. Your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. 

You feel his breath against the top of your beanie, so his chest must be somewhere in front of you now. You bite your lip, feeling the knot in your chest loosen the tiniest bit. You were not alone. Things were going to be okay.  You focus on his breathing pattern, so even and calm. Constant. The sound his tusks occasionally make is soothing over the deathly silence of the cave. You don’t remember closing your eyes, nor do you remember falling asleep. 

The way your bladder burns wakes you up. Storm’s breathing is heavier now, asleep. It pains you to move, like getting your pet out of your lap after it finally got comfortable. 

As soon as you move, his breathing stops. Then resumes in that light, calculated rhythm. Awake. 

“Sorry, sorry,” you whisper, worming out of your bivy, patting around for your light. You go to the far corner of the cave and do your business, covering it with loose dirt with your boot, thanking the universe Storm didn’t move an inch from where he was. 

Taking your pants off in the unbelievable cold of a 3 AM shut-in ice cave was no easy business. Curse bodily functions to the end and back. You do your best to push the burning shame down and head to your backpack, sanitizing your hands. 

You steal a glance to your side while you think, catching Storm looking directly at you. Your spine shivers a bit, a mix from the cold and his gaze. You take another sip of water and crawl back into your bivy, mindful of your ankle.

It makes your face heat up more to see how close he’s been to you for all these hours and how he doesn’t care enough to move away, even now that you disrupted him awake. 

You lick your lips and clutch your light, looking at him again before shutting it off. Your face is still hot from all of it, but you listen intently to his breathing and clicking. You hoped he wouldn’t move away from you just yet, at least until you fell asleep. 

You feel the warmth coming from his chest, moving your head forward so you could be closer to it, trying to chase away the rest of the cold from your suit again. That pee break cost you some precious degrees. 

You’re still sulking internally when he finally moves. Your eyes widen in the dark as he spreads the blanket over you again. You smile and close your eyes, only to open them again as widely as before when you feel his arm drape over you.

He grunts, and suddenly you’re being dragged forward by that same arm. Your forehead hits something, and you instantly know it's his chest. You swallow hard. It’s as hot as it was earlier, rumbling with each breath. 

“Warm.” He croaks. You shiver at how deep his real voice is. You nod fervently against his chest. The arm stays around you. 

It takes you several minutes of internal struggle to calm down again. Your face is hotter, both from your embarrassment and his body temperature. Your ears turn back on when you hear a faint noise.

You squint, leaning in closer, and the sound gets louder. 

His heartbeat. 

Your body relaxes, almost melting against him.

His arm tightens the tiniest bit around you. You press your cheek against his chest, feeling his mandibles graze against the top of your beanie. 

The rest of the night goes by too fast for your liking. 

He wakes you up at 7 AM sharp. You almost want to cry when you realize the arm is no longer holding you, that his heartbeat is not against your ear still. 

He packs his equipment, and so do you, leaving only the map out. “We were here yesterday.” You say, pointing at the map. “The hotel is here, and I think the equipment stall is here?” You felt like you were explaining your destination to a taxi driver. 

You look up at him. He’s masked and ready to leave. So are you.

“How are we going to do this? Or, well, how you’re going to do this?” You ask. Storm makes a punching motion toward the stone. You almost can’t believe your very eyes. “Oh.” 

Storm retracts the tubes and puts them away in one of his bags. This was it. 

You stand at the side as Storm readies himself. He pushes some buttons on his gauntlet. You brace yourself as it makes a firing-up noise. 

Storm steadies himself and times the punch with the gauntlet’s blast. 

You close your eyes at the noise, protecting your head with your hands before you’re snatched from the ground once more. 

You open them again when blinding light covers your eyelids. Everything is white as your eyes adjust. When colors flood your vision, you realize that not only you’re out of the cave but you’re in the air. Everything moves too fast. 

Storm holds you up as he lands harshly in the snow piled below between trees. You shake the snow off your face as he works you both out of the thick snow bank. He squats again, and you hold tightly onto his neck before he jumps once more.

You struggle not to scream this time as well.

Storm lands firmly onto the snowy forest floor. He places you down gently as he surveys the area before relaxing once more. You look around, looking at the mountainside, following the trail of broken rocks until you see the cave's would-be entrance, quickly getting topped with more falling snow. “We were there?” You ask, out of breath. Storm nods. You turn to him. “Good legs.” You compliment. He huffs behind the mask. 

You feel buzzing coming from your backpack, frowning in confusion before you remember your phone. Placing the pack on the floor, you quickly check it, watching as the multiple messages and missed calls finally load into your screen. You smile, choking on your breath before looking at Storm again. 

You avoid your hurting ankle as you surge forward and wrap your arms around him again. He barely moves, not stepping back or stopping you. His hands hesitate at his sides before coming up and resting them on your shoulders, pressing you against him once before letting go. 

You look up at him, seeing him at full height in daylight felt unreal. “Thank you so much. I owe you everything. You saved me. You had no obligation to, but you did. Thank you so much.” You bury your face into his chest again, feeling it rumble. You smile before he tenses up, and you both hear the helicopter sound from far away. 

You let him go, looking up at the sky before looking back at him. Your heart tore into pieces. “You can go now.” The tears sting your eyes. “I’ll be fine from here.” He looks back at you.

“I’ll never forget you.” You sob, “Thank you again, for everything.” 

The helicopter gets closer. You watch as he disappears in front of your very eyes. The blue skin and armor blend with the snow and trees behind him before the reflective figure jumps up one tree to another, and another, until you lose track of it in the distance. 

Cold tears slide down your face as you hobble your way to a clearing, throwing your arms up when the helicopter comes into view. 

The rest of the day goes by too slowly for your liking.

You’re taken back to the hotel, where a makeshift hospital has been set up. You’re asked questions, to which you reply either ‘I don’t know’ or ‘I was buried in the snow all night’. You text your friends and relatives back while your ankle is tended to. You see the hiking girl from yesterday when you’re getting cleared from IV hydration hours later. 

She screams in surprise, coming to hug you. ‘How did you make it?! Oh my God, we thought you were dead! I’m so happy to see you!” She cries, and so do you. After talking for a while, she shakes her head. “I’m cutting the damn trip -short-. I’m going the fuck home, and so should you. The flights are crazy, but there’s a company giving preference to the victims and their families.” She informs you. 

One hour later, she hugs you one last time before leaving. 

You do as she says, cutting the trip short as well, needing to process and recover from everything that happened. You’re promised heaven on earth by the hotel and the flight companies for future trips. Your friends scoff at the very thought of it. “Why the hell would you go back there? That’s insane of them to offer you packages like that.” One of them says.

You nod along the next few weeks until things slowly blend into normality again. You don’t tell anyone about what happened that night, and people don’t bother you about it. You look at your bag in your wardrobe every time you open it, thinking back to him, wondering if he also thought about you.  

Six months of this go by. Followed by another six months. 

One day, you open your wardrobe and pull your bag out again, dusting it for your trip. People worry about your decision of going back there. Some worry it might reopen wounds rather than closing them for good like you told them it would. Some others just thought you were crazy.

Crazy or not, you packed your bag and left. The flight took off and landed. You found yourself at the hotel, looking at the same clerk in the eyes again while she checked you in again, welcoming you back to the hotel. 

You look at the hiking lists, finding them slightly different, but still running. You check in for solo hiking.  You pack your bag accordingly this time, filled with all the necessities a survivor could need before you take off. 

The forest is peaceful, and the track is fresh beneath your boots. You’re enjoying soup fondly at the end of the track when you hear that noise. The rumbly, clicking noise that you heard in your dreams for the past year. Always followed by the steady sound of a strong heartbeat. 

You turn around, smiling when blue hues and armor flood your vision once more. ----------- If you read it till here, you're a champ lmao

Thanks for reading <3 muah muah

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[onboardsorasora]

I made a random post a few weeks ago about Daniel needing to have an existential crisis over a grey pube hair (if I find it I'll link). Weeks later @yesloulou made this post and I was immediately compelled all over again.

Dedicating this brain rot to @arturleclerc. I hope you enjoy it💕 (also I haven't reread it so hopefully it makes sense and is actually good. If it's not good we can pretend it didn't happen lmao)

Max paused in the doorway of their bedroom, eyebrows pulling to his hairline the longer he watched Daniel turn this way and that in front of the full length mirror. 

Naked. 

“Uhm, Daniel?” He asked, biting back his grin when Daniel jumped in surprise and slapped his hand over his dick to cover it. 

“Jeepers Maxy.” Daniel held his chest. 

Max tilted his head when Daniel’s eyes strayed back to the mirror. He never took Daniel to be the ‘check himself out in the mirror naked’ type. Considering he hadn’t seen him do it once in the entire time they’ve been dating. 

Daniel furrowed his brow as if annoyed before grabbing a pair of shorts from his drawer, what he had attempting to do in the first place. 

“What are you doing?” Max asked again, walking further into the room. 

“Nothing babe— can’t a guy check himself out? Still good looking, hot, sexy.” Daniel replied, Max knew him long enough to clock his uncomfortable babbling. 

“Are you looking at your gray hairs again?” Daniel had been weird for the last week, ever since Max pointed out a couple grey hairs that had started growing in his beard. 

Daniel stilled and unconsciously glanced at himself in the mirror again. He didn't look any different than he did a minute ago but clearly time and his age were catching up to him. He was 34, 35 this year. And greying.

Sure his job was stressful. Sure the last three years of his career were particularly stressful among other heightened emotions. But for his body to outwardly tell him that he wasn't providing a proper working environment for his cells was a slap in the face.

And his balls.

A handful of grey hairs in his beard by his jaw. He can handle that. Eventually. He eventually learned to accept it. Ok he hasn't accepted it yet but he was getting there. 

Sure he was shaving his beard more so he didn't have to see it but Max liked him with a mustache so it was all great.

But this was just egregious. 34 wasn't like all that old. He didn't even know that greying ‘early’ happened in his family! Grey hairs on his head he could manage (eventually). But grey hairs anywhere else should be illegal. 

It was fine, his day was going great. He had a productive meeting, went for a run, and came home to manscape a little in the shower, hoping to maybe lure Max off of the sim for an hour or so. 

Sure, Max didn't care if he had pubes or whatever but Daniel didn't like his shit growing too wild and free. A trim here and there was fine for him. Max made him promise not to wax anymore.

Anyway, he was just about to go through his almost meditative process when he saw something that he hoped was maybe just glare from the light. He'd almost fainted dead away right then and there when he'd brushed the hair with his finger and it continued to glint grey against the rest of the dark hair.

He had a grey hair beside his dick.

He had a grey hair beside his dick!

His dick had a fucking grey curly q.

“Daniel?” 

Daniel jumped, surprised to see Max so close. He hadn't even realized he'd spaced out.

“Daniel you are not old, of course.” Max smiled, cupping his cheek and swiping the stumble at his side burns that had started to betray him.

“Maxy I'm old as fuck apparently.” Daniel grumbled, soothing the ache in his chest with Max's giggle.

“Well I still love you.”

“Maxy...” Daniel trailed off because he wasn't yet willing to admit that his greatest fear was Max would come to his senses and realize that Daniel was too old. That these greys would be a warning sign to Max that Daniel's best years were officially behind him while Max's were yet to come.

“Daniel, you are being silly I think.”

“Maxy you say this now but I don't think you're ready to deal with old man balls.” 

“Daniel!” Max's eyes crinkled as he laughed. “You do not have old man balls.”

“Nah yeah. I like really do Maxy.” Daniel sighed.

Max rolled his eyes, Daniel was being so dramatic. He dropped to his knees in lieu of saying anything else.

“Max!” Daniel squawked. Sure this had been his plan maybe a half an hour ago but he hadn't gotten rid of that pesky grey hair and he couldn't let Max see.

“Daniel, you are being silly and I love you and you do not have old man balls.” Max started tugging at Daniel's shorts, snorting when his boyfriend grabbed at the waistband.

“Max– it's– no.” Daniel struggled, biting his lip when Max looked up at him curiously.

“Daniel?” Max furrowed his brow, Daniel was being more squirrely than usual. Something wasn't right.

“I–” Daniel's mouth opened and closed a couple times and no more sounds came out. He sighed explosively and his shoulders slumped. Max's eyes widened.

“Daniel what–”

Daniel bit the inside of his cheek, there was nothing for it. He may as well rip the band-aid off and just let Max see. He let go of his shorts, allowing the fabric to fall down his legs.

“I really do have old man balls Maxy.” Daniel said morosely. “A whole old man dick!” Max bit his lip so he wouldn't laugh at his boyfriend who truly was going through it. He couldn't figure out the trigger though.

“I don't understand, Daniel.”

“It's there!” Daniel, aggrieved, pointed aggressively to the thatch of hair surrounding his still soft dick.

Max followed his finger, stopping himself from leaning in to suck it into his mouth or to kiss Daniel's still lovely non old man dick. If only to apologize to the organ for how ungrateful Daniel was being. 

He mentally rolled his eyes and paid attention to what Daniel was trying to show him. Max didn't see anything wrong, Daniel's pubes had grown out a bit and Max wanted nothing more than to just press his face into the wiry hair– feel the burn of it against his chin. Then he saw it, and oh.

“Yeah– oh. Old man dick and balls. The whole package. I'm ancient Maxy. A fossil–” Daniel continued to babble, dragging a hand down his face.

“Daniel you are being silly. You are not old.” Max gave into the urge to press his face into the crease of Daniel's thigh, pressing a kiss to the section of skin that the lone (and apparently offending) grey hair was growing.

“Max–” Daniel was exasperated that Max wasn't getting it. Wasn't picking up what he was putting down. Even though he didn't want him to…he was confusing himself. The fact was he was old and Max finally knew and he was steeling himself for the inevitable.

“Oh!” Daniel shuddered when Max licked a wet stripe along his soft dick that wasn't very soft anymore. Max smirked and continued, sucking Daniel's half hard dick into the warm wet heat of his mouth.

Daniel gripped Max's hair to steady himself, moaning when Max swallowed him whole and pressed his nose into the curls at the base of him. Max looked up through his lashes, humming long and deep.

“Fuck.” Daniel hissed and Max clutched at his thighs. He created a rhythm, coaxing Daniel to fuck his throat. Daniel snapped his hips forward eagerly, groaning as he watched Max swallow his dick in the mirror. Max winked up at him before doing that thing with his tongue that Daniel loved. 

Daniel was a goner, curling over Max's head while he came– hard. 

After, he staggered backwards, watching dazedly as Max licked his swollen, pink lips. Daniel wanted to swallow him whole.

He dragged Max to his feet and planted a sloppy kiss to his lips, tasting his come and Max's lips. He was about to push him onto the bed so he could eagerly return the favor when

“Of course it's exactly what I thought.” Max said smugly. Daniel raised a brow curiously.

“What do you mean?” 

“I don't know what you're talking about earlier, Daniel. Your old man dick still works.”

Daniel couldn't help it, he laughed. Because in his own way, Max just alleviated Daniel's fears.

“I love you, y'know?” 

“I know Daniel.” Max pressed a deep kiss to his lips before pulling back. “My young man dick needs attention, of course.” 

Max grinned when Daniel laughed.

[sillylittlejellyfish]

SharkBoy and LavaGirl

Synopsis: You and your twin brother get on camp with the help of Percy and his friends, your sister is lost and when they come back from looking from her they say that she died. Some years later and you're really close to Percy, or shall I say, SharkBoy. Maybe something may happen between you two?

Pairing: percy jackson x fem!reader, nico di angelo x twinsister!reader(platonic)

Warnings: English is not my first language,bad writing??, making out(nothing too heavy tho), some cuss words but there's like only 4? I changed a bit The original story and aged up a little the characters! They met when they were 14,jusr so you don't get lost while reading. Proofread once, so if there's anything wrong tell me! The "headers" are not mine,they are from @cafekitsune

Words:3.5K (I never wrote something this much before lmao)

a/n: I'm a bit sick theses days and work + school have been killing me. so it took me a while to write this one. I don't know if Iike it or not,let me know what you think!

Masterlist

Percy Jackson Masterlist

the strange monster comes my way, I feel the guitar pick necklace that Chiron, my teacher, gave me start to shift and it suddenly turns into a bow and arrow, I quickly grab them and shoot the arrow in the manticore, as I do this I quickly see it turn into ashes that fly with the wind.

I fall into my knees feeling tired, I look around for my brother and my sister  and I can't see them anywhere, but I see Groover,Annabeth and Percy running to me, I start to fall to the side  and my vision start to blur,before they could reach me, I pass out and everything I see is black.

Percy's POV

Y/n passed out just as soon as I reached her and Nico di Angelo, her twin brother, arrived as  soon as I got there, I grab her before she falls completely on the ground and I carry her I'm my arms, turning around and start walking to Grover and Annabeth with her in my arms and Nico right after me.

"Have you seen bianca?" Bianca is their sister,  we haven't seen her since we got here, but we can't look for her now, we gotta go back to the camp.

"Sorry Nico,but I haven't. We can look for her after we get you and y/n back to the camp" I make and apologetic look to him, Annabeth and Grover doing the same.

Time skip

We're in front of the camp now, as we approach more, I see Luke, I walk hurriedly to him with the others following me.

" We have to her to the infirmary Luke, I think she's exactly like me when I got here for the first time" I say to Luke as he sees y/n in my arms "we can introduce the camp to them later"

"Yes, he's right! Please take care of my sister!" Nico says and Luke shifts his gaze to him. " Alright, let's take care of your sister, you can take a bath while we take care of her, Annabeth will show you the bathroom and get you new clothes"

" Come with me,Nico. They'll take good care of her! After they finish you can stay with her in the infirmary" after she das this I see Nico become more relaxed and look more calm. "Okay.. I'll see you later sis!" He says and kiss her forehead, even though she's not awake.

Y/n's POV

I hear some people whispering as I start to shift in bed, slowly opening my eyes and trying to get used to the light of the room I am in right now, I see Nico, Annabeth and Percy talking. Where's Bianca?  I slowly sit on the bed and I see that they stopped talking and are looking at me now. "Hi... For how long I have been like this?" Nico jumps on me and says " Oh I'm so glad you finally woke up, you slept for almost four days, it was starting to scary me"

"Where's Bianca? Why she's not here?" I asked looking around the room, I see their expressions change and I start to become worried " guys, what happened to bianca? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Bianca's missing, I'm sorry! " Percy says, he's the guy that got us here, I think. "But don't worry, we'll bring her back safely" Annabeth complete his frase.

"Oh... Uhm, thanks? Please bring her back to us, it was always us three and we can't be without our sister!" And they respond together "don't worry,we will"

Two weeks has passed since I recovered and they went to look for Bianca, I've made some friends in camp half-blood and people here are cool with us, I thought that maybe in the start things would be strange,but it actually weren't, me and my brother are in the Hermes cabin, I didn't understand things completely in the start, but Luke was totally helpful and explained everything to us. Me and my twin always loved Greek mythology (and we share the same passion with pirates too,but nobody needs to know that) and it's crazy we're kind of part of it too now.

I get ou of cabin with Nico and I see Grover, Percy and Annabeth in the entrance of the camp " look,they're here" I say and start running to them with Nico, finally Bianca's here with us! As soon as I get to them I see that their faces are not too good,oh no... "Hey guys, and Bianca?" I look at them with hopeful eyes

They look at each other and right after they look at us "look,guys..." Percy starts " we're really sorry,but... Bianca died while we were fighting with a monster"what? It's like the ground was falling apart for me, I drop myself to my knees and start crying " what? BUT YOU PROMISE TO ME, TO US." I shout, I start feeling the ground tremble and they "flew" a little to the back, what the heck is happening? Are we doing this?  " YOU'RE LIERS!" Nico shouts too. I see some holes opening in the ground and lava starts bubbling inside them.

" Guys, we're really sorry, we swe-" they we're interrupted by the ground underneath them starting to crack, suddenly it opens  big hole and they fall inside of it, after this happens the hole closes and we are left desperate,sad and wondering how this happened. Soon Chiron comes and talks to us " Hey hey, it's alright, they'll be okay and you'll be okay too, I'm sorry that you have to go through this, but I assure you, everything will be okay" we actually got better after he said those words from us, but suddenly he looks to the tops of our heads making us look too, and there was a skull symbol above my head, I look at  Nico's head and it had the same symbol, as Chiron saw it he looked down at us "well, guess we know who's your father now,it explains why this happened. You guys will be better trained,don't worry!  I'll tell Luke to show you the hades cabin, now go pack you things" he says patting our heads and smiling at us.

We're already at our cabin, it's kind of comforting here.  I don't think we should've done that to them, they didn't deserve it, it wasn't their fault, I wish they forgive us when they come back(if they come back).

I hear a commotion in the entrance of the camp so me and Nico get closer and we see Percy injured with Annabeth and Grover carrying him, oh my god, he's like this because we sent them to god knows where? Good thing he is awake, I approache closer and say " I'm so sorry guys, it was just so much, I didn't mean to do that and now Percy's like this, I hope you guys can forgive us in the future,I'm so sorry, I swear" I say this fast and my eyes were in the verge of tears, Nico apologizes too and Percy says "it's alright guys,I'll get better soon and it's a normal thing you didn't know you could do that, it's okay! After I get treated we can talk better" as he finishes saying someone grab him and took him to the infirmary of the camp,Annabeth and Grover stay to talk to us and they forgave us too, explaining that this is a normal thing between half-bloods.

Narrator's POV

Four years have passed by and they got incredibly close, y/n and Percy were invencible together and they start going on a lot of missions together, with time passing they became best friends, and would spend  a lot of time together, their relationship was only becoming stronger with each day passing.

Y/n's POV

I'm currently training with my bow an arrow in the forest, this is my favorite place to train, I spend hours here anytime I can. The only person besides me that knows about this place is Percy. We're very close now, I like his friendship. It's like only we can understand each other. I stop traveling in my thoughts as soon as I heard steps close to me.

I turn around with my arrow read to aim as the sound becomes more audible, as the person appears I prepare to aim and I hear " IT'S ME, DON'T SHOOT" I hear and it's Percy's voice, it was him all this time, I almost shoot him "Come on drama queen, I wasn't going to shoot you" yes, I was " yes, you were! You think I don't know you enough to know what you think, LavaGirl?" "Oh come on SharkBoy, I should know you know me enough to see easily what I'm thinking about " we laugh " why you're here SharkBoy?"  Percy grins " well darling, I wanted to ask you to meet me by the forest after curfew" " and what will we be doing?" " It's a surprise LavaGirl, I won't tell you now!" " Oh come onn,please?" I pout at him " no, I won't tell you! You'll have to wait and see" "alright alright" I let out a small groan  and we head to camp.

After dinner me and my brother came to our cabin, we talked a little and hugged before going to bed., we've been doing this since Bianca died. I wait him to fall sleep and when he finally does, I get out of bed slowly and make my way to the door trying to he as quiet as possible, I get out successfully and I make my way to the forest, being careful so no one catch me.

I see Percy and quickly approach him and jump on him "SharkBoyyy, I missed you" he hugs me tighter " I missed you too princess" we're best friends,but Percy always make sure to call me cute nicknames, he even started calling me LavaGirl, after I started calling him SharkBoy, it's one of our favorite movies, since he stays alone in his cabin, we often make movie nights there. We always have the best time together, at least to me, it's the best part of my day.

Percy's POV

I smell her perfume as I hug her, she always smells so good, I don't even know how she smells good like this.  I prepared a surprise for her,I think she'll like it but I can't help getting nervous, but I can't show it because she'll know as soon as I show some emotion.

"Close your eyes" and when she closes her eyes put my hands on top of them so she can't peek "don't worry,I'll guide you" I say as I guide her to the little "beach" of the camp " And,wait a little bit.." I said dragging the 'and' " open your eyes" I say as I finish setting things up and lighting the last candle "so... Do you like it?"

She looks everywhere with her eyes shining, she smiles at me and I swear I've never seen her smile like this. She jumps in me and says "Perce, this is amazing! Oh my god, I have no words to explain how much I love this" I hug her even more tighter "I'm so glad you like it LavaGirl! Now come on, let's watch a movie and eat the things I brought"

Y/n's POV

I'm with Chiron waiting for my partner so that Chiron explain what we mission we're going to. The person's late. I hear someone running and the person opens the door panting from the run. I see Percy, of course he was late. But I'm glad the mission is with him.

"Hi, Percy! I'm glad you are finally here, sit next to Y/n so I can explain what type of mission you will do" Percy sits and Chiron starts explaining, it's a high risk mission even if we just hace to rescue artifact that's  really old and stuff. We get out of the room and start going to our own cabins to pack the things we're going to need.

After we finished packing our things, we met each other in front of the camp, we came to the city and now we're in the train station waiting for the train " I think we'll do just fine in this mission, you don't have to worry. You know I'll always take are of you,right?" Percy says to me, I don't even have to say anything for him to notice how I'm feeling "yes, and I'll always take care of you too" we smile and the train comes.

Percy's POV

We arrived on the place the mission is going on a while ago and Chiron was right, this mission is hard, like REALLY hard. Me and her have been fighting with endless monsters since we got here and these monsters are the worsts, there's a lot of them. I'm currently fighting with one monster and y/n's fighting with another one. Her monster is the bigger one, I see she's struggling and I do my best to kill the monster so  can go help her.

As I finish fighting the monster, I look at her and my world falls as I see the monster cutting her abdomen with his claws. I grab Riptide and run in full charge towards the monster, he was the one with the artifact, and jump sticking Riptide right on his back. I see him disappearing and the artifact falling on the ground, I put on my backpack and turn to her  quickly seeing that she passed out, it freaks me out so I run to her, grab her from the ground and run with her to the forest. This forest took us to the camp.

I see the entrance and start running even faster to the camp,when I get there I see too many people and one of them was Nico, I look at him in the verge of tears and he mouths to me " it's okay, she'll be alright"  I nod to him and I take her to the infirmary. Any God, don't let her die,please. I need to tell her.

Y/n's POV

Fuck,my stomach hurts as hell. What happened? Where's Percy? Is he okay? Where am I? I shift and feel a pain in my whole body. Ugh, I'm destroyed! I open my eyes and blink a few times, I'm in the infirmary? The last thing I remember doing is fighting that monster...

I sit in my bed and see Percy right beside me, sleeping in a chair, I try to stay quiet as I admire his features. He's almost drooling, wish I had a camera here so I could threaten him later.

He starts moving a little in the chair, he opens his eyes and blink a few times to adjust to the lights, I think. He looks at me and then looks around the room, then he jumps in the chair and looks at me with surprised eyes "YOU'RE AWAKE?!?!" He hugs me making me laugh and as he tightens the hug making me hiss a little from the pain " sorry, it's just.. YOU'RE AWAKEEEE!" He screams excitedly again making me laugh once again and say " Yes,I'm awake! What happened SharkBoy? Why I'm here?"

"The monster cut your abdomen, he caught you unprepared for his moves and got his claws on you. I'm sorry, I should have protected you, I broke my promise. " His voices breaks and he's on the verge of tears,my heart breaks seeing him like this "it's not you fault Perce! I should have seen him coming and you were too busy fighting with another monsters, I'm so sorry for making you fell like it was your fault" he hugs me again e give me a kiss on the forehead " you shouldn't be sorry for anything, love "

It was hard for me to get used to nicknames, at first I would get red and stutter a bit, with time I just got used to it. I stopped thinking about this as soon as I hear him saying " hey? Are you listening? " I look at him and I see that I got distracted thinking about this " yes,I'm sorry" I laugh it off "I just got distracted thinking about some things " it's alright! Tonight you need to come to my cabin so we can do a movie night, you were asleep for almost a week! I was getting more and more worried"

Me and Perce talked more about watching the movies and he said that I had to go with a formal dress, I don't understand why but I didn't mind it. He said I had to be ready by 7 p.m I put on a dark blue dress and do a quick makeup,but nothing too elaborated. The time passes fast and as I finish putting on my perfume, someone knocks on my door.

I walk fast and open the door seeing Percy in a suit holding a bouquet of roses,my favorites.I never thought he would be so handsome with a suit.

"Hi... You look amazing, darling" I hear he say and I immediately smile "thanks, you're not too bad yourself" he smiles too and give me the flowers " this is for you" "thanks, these are my favorites!" He offers me his arms and says " let's go?" I nod and we head to his cabin.

He opens the door for me and says " Ladies first" I thank him and enter, he made a whole dinner table and set candles and rose petals all over the place, this looks amazing.

"Perce, this is perfect! Nobody's ever done this for me" of course I went on dates with guys, but none of them ever did anything like this "and that shocks me everytime I remember about it. You're perfect princess and you deserve all the best things in the word" I feel tears rose up in my eyes and I hug him giving a peck on his cheeks "you're amazing, did you know that?"

We go to the table and he pushes the chair for me, gesturing for me to sit and when I sit he goes to his chair and sit too.

"They're coming to serve the food now" "They? Who?" I hear steps so I look behind me, seeing my brother and his boyfriend Will coming with the food and my favorite soda "I can't believe you did this " I laugh " you two look so cute as waiters" I couldn't lost the opportunity of joking with them " oh, shut up! you're literally on a date and you're teasing us?" My brother said and I blushed but teased him again " look at him being so defensive about his boyfriend" me and Percy laugh and thy and up laughing too, whenever we're together it's like this, amazing " alright, we should let them go now, so they can be with each other in your cabin" "okay okay, bye guys"

They go away after putting the food on the table. We eat and talk about how things were when I was in the infirmary and when we finish eating he says "so... I wanted to have dinner with you so that I could say this..." He walked around the table and stopped in front of me gesturing for my hand and when I gave him he pushed me up delicately and continued saying " You're amazing, incredibly perfect and all of you is beautiful, not only the outside, but the inside too! You proved to be so amorous and careful with others. Since I saw you for the first time I felt a connection with you and now I can't imagine my life without you. The truth is... I'm in love with you and all I can think about is you, my world almost ended in the time you were in the hospital because I thought you would die without knowing that I love you" he lefts me speechless, I don't know how to respond.

" Look, it's okay if you don't feel the sa-" I shut him up by kissing him, at first he's too surprised to do anything, but then he started kissing me back, he grabbed my hip,making me gasp. " So... do you love me too?" He whispers making both of us laugh "of course I do,you idiot " he kisses me again.

I shift my hands from his shoulders to his chin and hair, gripping it tightly. He grabs my tights and whispers "jump" between our kisses, I do as he says and he puts one hand on my butt and the other one on my hips. The kiss gets more heated as he kisses down to my neck making me become a little breathless. I feel he smile in my neck and leave a bite there and marking my neck, he lifts his head so that his mouth is on my ear "now everyone's going to know that you're mine" and chuckles " you're an idiot, did you know that?" "Yes,but I am your idiot!"

"Now come on princess, let's watch our favorite movies!"

a/n: so... did you guys like it? Bcs I don't like it that much! I plan on writing a Clarisse imagine soon,what do you think? You can send me requests on the Masterlist(s), on my profile or in messaging me <3

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated 🫶🏻

Kisses,

From your favorite star ��🤍

[octoberautumnbox]

Happy 1,022+ Followers for Box!!!

I'm very grateful to all of you who followed me despite me not being that great or experienced as a writer, and I truly appreciate everyone who's ever given me feedback and criticism to help me improve! From this point forward, I'll work even harder to get better and earn the space I take up in your timelines :))))

(tldr but under the keep reading is lots and lots of rambling and impt announcement lmao soery)

I'll be honest when I started writing four months ago I never thought I'd get anywhere near where I am now in terms of notes and followers. Back in November, all I was concerned about was promoting Yuri through this very weird very niche platform, which I think I was able to achieve just a little bit!

Since then though, I've gained so much too. The very nice people at The Bunker are great friends and amazing writers that I look up to and have helped me improve as a writer on more than a hundred occasions.

A very on-brand Box saying would be that this was such a weird little learning experience I'll never forget. This was so fun and I'd love to go through all of it again!

Now you might be thinking "Shit. Is Box retiring?" Well no lol I'm not done and have a bunch more fics in various stages of writing that will see the light of day eventually! Downside is even I don't know when those'll be so idk stick around I guess lol or not that's up to you

All this said though, I think now is a terrible time for a hiatus but it is what it is. Things are going turbulent IRL once more and I'm thinking that I need to sort them out again. I don't know when I'll be back but rest assured that only very very little will be able to keep me away :D

Until then, please continue to keep Yuri in your hearts and minds! Squid Game 2 will be out later in 2024, she will continue to make OSTs, and of course we're all waiting for her next comeback! There's much to look forward to and I'm hoping all you honorary Glassys will tune in.

That's all for now! October's Autumn Box will now temporarily close :)

[drrr-emporium]

What to do if Durarara over

I'm going to assume you've finished the anime and have not gone into anything else Naritaverse wise

So! You can read the novels. Since they're officially licensed by yen press, you can buy the soft cover books or get them as an ebook / kindle from barnes and noble or amazon. I don't really endorse this but I'm sure if you do enough digging around you can find old, still available, free translations like anni_fiesta who did a lot of translating back in the day. Here's the link to their Index of Translation. I still use it since it's the only place I know that has the white day story translated and it's one of my favorites (For Kadota Related reasons haha), plus a couple of other side stories.

(I think the internet archives have the novels if you do some poking around but for Narita Please Write SH 5 reasons, I'll ask you to dig those up lmao)

Speaking of Side stories, Kazinha-726 translated a bunch of drrr side stories But since they haven't updated in a while, you need to change the links from kaedesan721 to their new URL kazinha-726. I'll directly link what you need here

Izaya Spin Off Translations I don't think these are officially licensed for translation so it's fine for me to link. This is the story of Izaya now that he's been forced out of Ikebukuro, and there's two books as of writing this.

Durarara Gaidens It's some gaidens, but It's also a handful of translated convos from 3 way stand of alley relay, the links use that kaedesan721 link, so while I won't be fixing all those links for you, I can at least link the tag for all of them here. you can probably find audio for this game on youtube, though I'm not sure anyone's like.... fully translated? perhaps? Which ALSO reminds me of the relay manga

Durarara Epitome of Eighteen Histories Written along side the release of season 2, we've got some stories involving Kazane Kinomiya, who's the half sister of Shinra, and a reporter. They have all 18 listed there nicely EXCEPT the Erika and Walker Link is a little messed up, and if you search through the posts you can get to it but anyway here's the link to that story specifically

DRRR x Hakata Tonkatsu Ramens Actually I haven't seen HTR or read it so I can't really tell you about this one but if you're into that series--

There's ALSO MiniDura which are little gag comics of the durarara cast in chibis! there should be 4 books as of me writing this. Godspeed on finding translations they seem to be around.... but this post is long and I'm scared of losing it so I'll update later on how many chapters there are so you don't miss any, though I'm seeing up to 10 in my cursory search.

Shizuo, Izaya, and Celty are also in uh.... Dengeki Bunko's fighting Climax, which you might be able to find some stuff on on youtube. but since it's Dengeki Bunko you also have other series... I can only remember A Certain Magical Index / A Certain Scientific Railgun / the other titles in this series as being part of it whoops.

So you've done all that, what do you do next?

Well Narita has other series, like Baccano! which had an anime before DRRR did, which is 16 episodes. Since Funimation lost the license back in like... 2012 it's not officially uh licensed for viewing anywhere, so uh. wink wink. message me if you need more help here.

There's ALSO the novels which... there are so many more than there are for drrr, also available to purchase, though these are hardcovers! Last time I checked they had.... around 20 translated? Since I'm more drrr side I'd have to ask about fan translations and if I can still find them around. But again I don't really condone it since we want more written you know?

Narita also has a couple other series, but the one that's my favorite besides DRRR is Etsusa Bridge (It's pronounced Essa Bridge don't make the same mistake I did. )

And i NEED more people to read that one please please please please

Unfortunately, the person who did the fan translation closed their Blogspot to the public so uh. the first 4 books, and really what is the main story, is available on the internet archive here

Though I'm saying thank you to baka-tsuki for my life by having a page of links here, which includes the 5th book, 5656 part two (NARITA..... I NEED 5656 PART 2 PLEASE...... PLEASE)

and Vamp on the internet archive here and baka-tsuki here

I also know about Hariyama-san but i don't actually know... if anyone translated that one..... Narita has also written for Bleach and Fate Strange/ Fake if you're into those. Straight up just linking this wiki page in case you have any interest in other stuff he's written

And finally! Currently, Dead Mount Death Play (often shortened to DMDP) is a manga written (or co written?) by Narita! which is currently getting an anime and all of his attention.

All that being said I've been really into Trigun lately lmao

Anyone else feel free to add on or tell me what I may be missing

[melancholysway]

Hi! I love your account so much and how it's based for TMNT which makes me so happy! If requests are still available I would like to request a Bayverse Turtles headcanon helping their s/o move into their new apartment or in the liar with them. Thank you so much for having this amazing account and for having an amazing work! ☺️🥺💗

PERIOD I GOT YOU💜💜💜 thank you so much!

If y’all haven’t noticed already, I have a really, really bad habit of writing too much, where I could turn a headcanon/Oneshot into a full-fledged fic. But this was later requested as just headcanons! I hope you enjoy!

PS guys- Don’t be shy to request just one turtle! Especially Raph, since I’ve gotten used to writing him very well :)

PPS, please see my bio to know if requests are open or not! I won’t like beat you up or scold if you request something while they’re closed LMAO it’ll just take way longer for me to get to it :,)

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TMNT Headcanons: Moving their S/O into the Lair + Their New APT!

Leonardo

- Leonardo takes it upon himself to move you into the lair. Of course, he runs it by Splinter first. He defends your name like his life depends on it.

- Because, that’s just how Leo operates, he talks highly of you, especially to his father.

- He defends you, because, although Splinter has heard of you only a handful of times, he has yet to meet you. Leonardo knew what potential danger would await you if you became invested into his family. As much as he knew the downfall of secrets, that’s what he had to do with you. Until it got to be too much.

- You were being watched. Leonardo had carelessly left your apartment window after another in-home date with you one night, only to be seen by a foot ninja. Word got back to Shredder, and he wanted you. He wanted to break you. To use you as a way to get to Leo, and then his master.

- Leonardo felt like absolute shit. He didnt mean to fuck your life up. Because, your life as you knew it, was fucked unless you either moved far away from Manhattan, or lived in the sewer.

- “I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if Y/n got taken by him, Father. I know, it’s my fault for this mess…for developing feelings, but…is that selfish of me? To love Y/n?”

- Master Splinter knows his son all-too-well. Leonardo has a history of constant selfless acts, that he almost never thinks about himself when it comes to his softer feelings. It’s not selfish of him. Its entirely normal for Leonardo and his brothers to feel loving feelings toward a human. It’s simply in their nature.

- So as Leonardo’s self-doubts are wiped away when his father puts a reassuring paw on his bicep, he knows he’s doing the right thing by bringing you down here. It isn’t selfish at all, he’s looking out for the ones he loves.

- So when you’re packing your bag, bringing the essentials for your stay in the Lair, you’re wondering if you’ll be welcomed. Your boyfriend hadn’t actually told Splinter until now.

- “Love, I'll come by in 5 minutes. Don’t go anywhere.”

- Leonardo sprints to your apartment window. He wants to get you to the lair quickly, and safely.

- You slide your window open when you hear the knocking- and you watch as Leonardo steps inside, only to embrace you into a big hug,

- He says that its his fault. His fault that you have to flee your own apartment. That you have to retreat to the sewers because moving to a different part of New York didnt sit right with you. That he understands- he understands if you hate him, that-

- Oh, Leo. Shut up.

- You shut him up with a kiss, and he scoops you up as your legs wrap around his waist. You both stay like this, enjoying the taste of each other, and knowing that you loved each other as much as you could imagine. You’re going to get through this together, and Leonardo makes a promise. That he will forever be devoted to you as long as you let him be. That he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to you, not while he’s still breathing.

- You wrap you arms tighter around his neck, and go in for another deep kiss before he put you down to get your things together.

- Once you get down there, you have to meet his family. Only Splinter knows. He knows that Leo has a secret, and it may upset Raphael.

- It does.

- “You always tha one talkin about keepin’ secrets, Leo! Now look, they’re a target!” Raph exclaims once Leonardo brings you into the Lair.

- Splinter took the liberty of filling in the other brothers, and Raphael didnt take it so well. He doesn’t think you’re a burden, but he’s just upset at his brother for not practicing what he preaches.

- But, it’s not Raph’s place. Splinter mediates the two of them before they get into a serious fight, and Raph storms off somewhere in the Lair. Leonardo will deal with him later. Right now, you’re his priority. Getting you comfortable, introducing you to his father, the whole 9 yards. You stand there awkwardly, feeling the tension in the air as you fiddle your fingers, wondering how his other brothers would react to you.

- Donatello is okay with it. He gets a new friend, and someone to talk to. He can’t complain. He understands the dangers of being wanted by the Shredder, He welcomes you with a firm handshake and brief introduction.

- Mikey is excited. Leo gave a glare when he hugged you after hearing you’d be staying in the lair for the next couple of months until everything is settled down. He doesn’t care- if anything, you’re someone he could talk to that’s not his brothers!

- You aren’t sure about Raph, he doesn’t seem to take it well, but when Leonardo (who, surprisingly, has a large room to fit another person in) helps you settle down in his room, Raphael softly knocks on his door. It may be that he felt as though he left a bad first impression for you, and he wants to change that.

- “It ain’t my choice. And I know coming down here is a last resort. I don’t want ya ta feel like ya walkin’ on eggshells ‘round here…cause of me.”

- Leonardo couldn’t be more grateful.

- He helps you unpack. He tries to mimic the way your room looks so you can feel more at-home. As the days go on and you go back to retrieve items Leo said to bring to “Y/n-ify” his room, it starts to feel like home.

- As you spend the nights sharing a bed with Leo (which by the way, was a major positive during this whole thing,) you come to terms with your relationship. It’s meant to be. He’s meant for you. Leo did this for you. What other guy would defy his fathers orders about humans and staying hidden (defiance was more Raph’s thing,) move you in, and stay by your side in all of this?

- Leonardo loves you. You’ve known this since you first started dating him in secret. But now, as you lay by his side, you realize you’ve fallen in love with the right turtle.

- Leonardo is not known for going against the beliefs about humans, but, he sometimes has to see it the way Mikey sees it. That some people in this world are meant to be intertwined with one another, and you were one of those people.

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Raphael

- Raphael had convinced you to move to a nicer apartment complex in the city. It took some time, as you were just not in the mood to think about moving, but it was getting bad.

- The muggings, stabbings, shootings. Sure, you had 4 mutant turtles to come save the day, but they weren’t gonna be around to be your personal body guards ALL the time.

- “Baby, I’ll help ya an everythin,’ promise.” You didn’t need a promise from Raph. He helped you pack, he helped you take down those hard to reach pictures on your walls, you name it. He was there. You knew he would continue to stay by your side, as loyalty was a trait he possessed the moment he became comfortable enough to become friends with you. This loyalty continued even stronger, especially after he came to ask you to be his.

- He meant it when he said he would help. Of course, his brothers offered to as well, they were your friends. But, he tells them to stay home. He’ll help you himself. He wanted you to rely on him only.

- It’s very sweet of Raph to take it upon himself to help you out. You move out at nighttime, with the essentials packed last. As Raphael loads them onto the ShellRaiser to take to your new apartment.

- This is a nicer complex, and of course, everyone is asleep in the area during the time you move in. Choosing 2AM to do so was a great idea. You were able to take in the easy to carry boxes yourself, leaving Raph to haul up the heavier ones Via the fire escape without the risk of being seen.

- Hours pass, and by the time all the boxes are placed in your new living space, the sun is rising.

- The first thing you do is plop in your bed in your new apartment. Surrounded by boxes, you yawn and pull Raph down with you. The unpacking can wait. Right now, you want to sleep.

- You ask if he’s going back to the Lair, but he gives you a tired smirk.

- “Now why would I go home when I could be sleepin’ here wit ya?” He asks as he brings your body into his. Spooning was Raph’s favorite thing to do with you, he loved the feeling of his arms wrapped around your body. You were safe in them.

- Being alone with Raph. Since, well, it’s YOUR apartment. He comes over often, there’s no annoying brothers there. Just you and him together.

- Cuddling. Lots and lots of cuddling. Date nights usually happen in your apartment if they aren’t on a bike ride or stargazing (yes, big ol Raph likes a good stargaze.)

- There’s significantly less crime in your area. Raphael worries less- but that doesn’t stop him from patrolling around on your rooftop with his brothers. Leonardo is all for patrolling wherever, but spends less time in relatively safer places.

- Back to cuddling. As Raph gets more comfortable being in this new space, he finds nice cuddling spots for you both. If he had to choose, your couch is his favorite. Sure, he’s a big guy and that means less space, but, it forces you to be pushed up against his plastron. No complaints here, he loves it.

- You give him a spare key to your apartment window on your one year anniversary, because his home is your home. It’s only right. You have a home on the surface and in the sewer, and you wanted to give Raphael the same.

- He had the biggest smile on his face when he opened the little velvet box. When he picked up the silver key, he was over the moon.

- “Because…I want you to have it.”

- He kisses you so hard after. Nobody has ever done something that sweet for him. He loves it. He loves you. He totally loves you.

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Donatello

- okay, Donatello found a way into your heart. It was simple. So, so simple.

- He was just…there. Right place right time. It works out for the both of you. Donnie is known for going off to find scraps for his inventions. He usually goes to Best Buy’s and scans the area, usually they dump old parts in the trash.

- He finds you instead. Closing up said Best Buy.

- He falls in love. He’s known to do that. To fall in love very quickly. But, it’s worth it. You’re worth it.

- You see him while he’s dumpster diving for parts, and it’s shocking. Not scary, but, why would a mutant turtle be looking for parts?

- Anyway, that’s how you meet.

- He comes around more. He wants to get to know you more. Soon, you invite him into your apartment after more small conversations after your closing shifts beside the spare-parts dumpster. Even though he’s a mutant turtle, he doesn’t bother you. Nothing about him does. He comes through the fire escape every once and a while.

- You get to know each other more, and honestly, after a lot of hang outs and deep conversations with the tech savvy turtle in purple, you had developed feelings.

- You confess on impulse one night while watching a movie, and you leave Donatello in shambles. At a loss for words. He’s finally getting the thing he’s seen humans have. Love.

- He deserves it.

- Meeting his brothers. Donnie is absolutely terrible at keeping secrets, and once someone knows about them, he has to tell Leo.

- Leonardo warns him. That you may become a target if he stays around too long. But, he disagrees. Nobody would hurt you, would they?

- Ah, yes, they would.

- You come home to your apartment broken into, and absolutely wrecked. Nothing is stolen, but things are broken, tossed around.

- It’s a warning. A warning from God knows who.

- So when you call your boyfriend, he’s absolutely scared for your safety and comes over without a second thought.

- He sees a shuriken on the floor beside your bed, and he knows what he has to do.

- Donnie is nervous. But, he calls Leo. Although Leo’s furious at his brother for risking the safety of the family, he knows that keeping you safe is important. Nothing bad can happen to you.

- Leonardo brings Raph and Mikey. They have lots of questions, mostly about your relationship with their brother. You try to answer all of them until Donnie asks them to stop and focus on the bigger picture.

- Leonardo realizes the severity of the situation; and he calls his Sensei. To see what his options are.

- Living in the sewer. You’d have to stay in the sewer for a few. Until they got this thing sorted out between the Foot.

- Bayverse Leonardo can read people like a book. He sees through everything, even through you. He can tell you’re being truthful when you say you wouldn’t tell a soul. He’s inheriting Splinter’s intuition. And because of that, Splinter grants permission for you to stay in their home for a few despite not even meeting you.

- You meet him the second you get down in the sewer. He’s the one to thank, and as he smiles sincerely at you, he realizes he made the right choice. Donnie made the right choice to be with you.

- Settling down and getting to know Donnie’s family. He makes it very clear he’s dating you, and (although Raph refuses to believe Donnie until you share a kiss for proof.) that Mikey couldn’t get too flirty with you. He says he can’t makes any promises (that is, until, Raph knocks him upside the head)

- “They ain’t for ya, Mikey.” He says.

- I headcanon Raph is protective over Donnie- and he’ll help him out on date ideas.

- Anyway, Raph is pretty chill with you being around. If it brings happiness to Donnie, he’s more than okay with it.

- Splinter takes his time getting to know you. You tell him the story about how you met his son per his request. It’s sincere, and with due time, he accepts you as Donnie’s first. He’s betting that based on your aura and the way you talk about his son, you’ll be his only.

- Long nights up with your boyfriend. Donnie isn’t the best at keeping anyone but himself entertained with his work, but you find excitement in being his helper. If you wish to help him, he’ll be more than happy!

- You wind up cooking for him. Long gone is the pop tart diet, and in with some small homemade meals for him. He appreciates it everytime.

- You sleep in Donnie’s room, which is very clean. It looks as if he isn’t in there at all from how spotless it is, and that’s because he spends his time in the lab so much.

- Persuading Donnie to come to bed. He often will fall asleep in his lab, in an uncomfortable position. So, you sort of beg him to come sleep in the bed, like one normally would. He complies most of the time, because it means he gets to cuddle you.

- The months you spend in the lair fly by, and as soon as you know it, the turtles have taken care of the Foot. They won’t be bothering you anymore.

- But, is it bad that you sort of want them to? So you can stay longer?

- Donatello couldn’t be more happier spending this large chunk of time with you. He tells you while you’re packing to move back up in your apartment that they’ve been the best couple of months he’s ever had. He loves you.

- “It just showed me how easy it would be to live with you in the future. If we…have one that is…was that too much?”

- It’s not too much at all. You let him know this with a chaste kiss on the lips. It’s always hard to kiss Donnie because he’s so tall- but on your tip, tip, tippy toes, anything is possible.

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Michelangelo

- Like Raph, Mikey takes it upon himself to help you unpack and get settled into your new apartment. He wants you to rely on him for help, not his brothers.

- You were actually going to be roommates with April, since she sort of scared her other one away.

- She offers to help you unpack, but Mikey overhears this and yells to April that he’ll help you himself. After all, that was your boyfriend! What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t help you unpack those heavy boxes?

- Anyway, April goes to visit Casey for the weekend, so that leaves you and Mikey having that time to unpack and goof around.

- You guys order pizza every night after a long day's work. Forget the calories, you deserved it. Plus, all that unpacking and lifting definitely was a workout.

- After Friday is spent opening everything and taking out the essentials, you plan for tomorrow.

- Saturday, Mikey helps you Mount your TV in your room. It’s nothing massive, just a small flat screen.

- He knows nothing about mounting TVs- that’s more Donnie’s and even Raph’s, it’s handiwork.

- So, as he tries to help you out (and fails miserably,) he calls up Donnie, who tells him that YouTube is the savior for all projects at home.

- After spending 1 full hour trying to read the instructions and getting nowhere, he gives in. He opens the YouTube video, and you guys follow along.

- It’s not a long process, but between Mikey losing the small screws around the floor and you putting the pieces in the wrong place, yeah, it takes longer than the YouTube video says it should be.

- That project alone took up the whole afternoon; so you spend the evening on the couch with Mikey splitting a pizza and watching a movie until you fall asleep.

- Sunday. Ugh.

- It was unpack everything that you didn’t do the two previous days, day.

- Michelangelo could tell you were exhausted from the previous two days, that he thinks about how he could alleviate your stress about today.

- “I got this Angelcakes, just sit your pretty self here while MIKEY takes care of it.” He says as he kisses your cheek. You can't say no to him now can you?

- Mikey takes it upon himself to do the rest of it. Honestly, he’s a ball of energy, so it’s only natural he’s not tired.

- He makes you sit and not help while he asks you where you want certain items placed. When you get to the rest of your clothes, you take the job of folding them while Mikey puts them in your drawers.

- You put the undergarments away yourself. Lord knows how that boy would act if he even caught a glimpse of them.

- He tells you what pieces of clothing he thinks look the cutest on you

- Spoiler: it’s all of them

1 Double spoiler: he really exaggerates which ones he thinks you should wear more often.

- “Wowwwww what I would give to see you comin’ down to the sewers wearing this babe! It’s cute!” He exclaims as he holds up a dress shirt. You take mental notes of what he likes a lot to make him happy.

- When he sees you smile at his antics, he can’t help but stop what he’s doing just to look at you.

- You were his- and between you and me, Bayverse Mikey always thought he would be alone. He always thought out of his brothers, Raph would be the one to get into a relationship first. He doesn’t know why, but he thinks it’s because of his personality. Some people like a bad boy. He never thought you would go for him. When you became friends with the turtles, he always thought you wouldn’t see him like that.

- Until you tell him. You confess to him, because, what do you have to lose? The worst Mikey could’ve said was no.

- But, he says yes; that he likes you too.

- And that dear readers, was the start of a very fun relationship with the Orange banded turtle.

- He remembers the events leading up to your confession that day, and he walks up to you sitting on the bed and just kisses you.

- He kisses you often, it’s actually something he really likes to do, because you let him.

- He saves the long and sensual kisses for moments like these, when he’s in the lovey-dovey mood more than usual.

- You just looked so cute sitting on the bed like that with your cute little smile and, God, he had to.

- You stay like this for a while. Mikey’s lips on yours, and you couldn’t ask for anything better than this.

- Anyways, the clothes are put away, the posters are up, the shelves are in place, and most importantly, it’s done.

- The annoying move is done! Thanks to Mikey, it wasn’t nearly as stressful as you thought it would be.

- So, you thank him.

- “I can always rely on you, Mikey. Thanks so much for helping me through all of this.” You say as you pull him in for another kiss just before he leaves to go back home.

- You hope April and Casey become a thing, so you’ll have the apartment to yourself more often. It means you and Mikey could have proper date nights alone together, and you couldn’t wait.

Masterlist

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The Siren Song of Devil's Peak

yes I am using this drawing as a cover image again lmao it cracks me up and I didn't feel like making something else. I think it's still rather fitting ✏

"Welcome back, Captain" Ada greeted as Faith stepped through the door of the Unreliable, her companions not far behind her.

Faith had been more quiet than usual.

She didn't want to be here, didn't want to be alone with her thoughts. The stillness of her room had been suffocating. She had been spending more and more days away, wandering anywhere she could on Monarch.

Her friends, however, were tired.

They needed a break, food, for Ellie to make sure they weren't falling apart. Faith needed it, too, but her body wouldn't let her stop. She was ready to head back out.

"Hey Boss," Felix chimed "are you feeling-"

"I'm fine" Faith cut him off sharply, immediately looking down in shame. "I'm sorry."

"Cap, we're worried about you. You need to rest" Parvati said, her tone more concerned than usual.

"I'll be fine, I need to go back out there."

"For what? Boss, you need to stop. We have to talk about this" Felix interjected.

"We don't have to talk about anything. You two get some rest, I'll see if Nyoka and Ellie-"

"No!" Felix's worry was turning into frustration "look, I'm sorry but.. I don't want you to get hurt. You can't keep running away."

"Cap.." Parvati was softer now "you're not in a good way and this isn't healthy."

Faith knew they were right. She was avoiding the fact she had to confront the problem in front of her sooner or later. That's why she won't sit still, why she keeps running headfirst into the Monarch wilds against everyone's warning.

Can't feel how much pain she's in if she's too distracted defending herself from things trying to kill her from all angles.

"Cap, you need to sort this mess out. I know he hurt you, but.. you and Max need to talk about this."

"Hah!" Felix was annoyed "you mean Max needs to come down here and apologize for being an ass. Boss, why are we even keeping him around after the way he lied to you?"

"Felix, I don't wanna.." Faith began but trailed off.

Because I don't want him to leave.

"At least talk to us about it. We're your best friends and we want what's best for you." She knew Felix was being sincere.

"Yeah, Cap. We're family, we don't want you goin' through this alone."

Faith didn't know what to say. She appreciated how much her crew, her friends, were trying to help her. Her heart was just in so much pain. She was confused, scared, she didn't really know what she wanted.

I want Max.

"I.. I.." she was trying. "Thank you.."

"Captain," Ada's voice rang through "you have a call coming in from Devil's Peak Station."

Parvati and Felix glanced at each other nervously.

"Hey Boss.. maybe you shouldn't take that call.." Felix began to say, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why? Hiram's my friend" Faith was surprised at her companions reactions.

"Well, yeah.. but.." Parvati was trying to think of what to say "last time you were hidin' out there, you and Mister Blythe were gettin' real close.."

Faith was waiting to see where this conversation was leading.

"We just think that maybe.. havin' him in the picture is makin' things.."

"Worse" Felix butted in.

"Well, No! I mean.. not worse.. just.. complicated?" Parvati's voice cracked.

Faith stood there in silence, crossing her arms. Her friends were babbling, unsure of how to get their point across gently.

"Boss, please just listen to us on this one" Felix finally said.

"There's a lot of hurt and raw emotions in the air right now. We just think the closer you get to that Broker fella.."

"Everything is going to be fine" Faith finally spoke "Hiram and I are.. just friends."

Why did I hesitate?

Felix and Parvati noticed, giving each other another worried glance.

What are they so worked up about? Faith thought, walking away to answer the call.

They're acting like I'm gonna fall for the guy or something.

We're just friends.. Right?

Her heart was beating hard now.

Oh stars..

She answered the call and Hiram's face popped up on the screen.

Dammit.

"Ah, Captain! There you are. Thought for a moment you may have forgotten about me."

The snark in his voice would have been of annoyance to others, but she had come to learn this was him being rather playful. In his own way, of course.

"I could never, Hiram."

"Are you still on Monarch by any chance?"

"Suppose I am, what would The Great Broker ever want with me? Need someone to get their hands dirty for you again?"

She knew how to play right back.

Hiram flashed her a small smile, immediately finding his serious face again.

"Come to my station, will you? I want to speak to you directly."

"Oh! How unusual of you to want to do business in person" Faith teased, unsure why she was trying to sound her flavor of freelance professional, Felix and Parvati's little talk was making her nervous.

"Let me get my crew and-"

"No" Hiram said sternly "I wish to speak to you." He swallowed, trying to keep his cool.

"Alone."

"Sounds a little dangerous doesn't it?" Faith rarely went anywhere without backup.

"You've done it before. Just to seek me out. All by your lonesome, might I add" he gave her a subtle grin "be a doll and do this for me, yes? I'll be expecting you."

Hiram hung up before Faith could get another word in.

Sly bastard.

Faith turned back towards the door, already knowing Parvati and Felix were still standing there. Waiting with concern. Knowing better than to leave their captain alone again in fear of what trouble she might get herself into next.

Fuck.

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1871

Everything: Categorised survey by xflirtykaosx

Z o o s

What's the first animal you go to see at the zoo? Well I've never really...looked forward when it comes to zoos. As a kid I found it cool to see eagles I guess but that's it?

Which animal[s] don't you ever go to see at the zoos? I've never avoided any animal in particular.

What's the strangest or rarest creature you've seen at a zoo? Nothing comes to mind. I've rarely visited zoos all my life.

What animal is at a zoo that really, in your opinion, shouldn't be? All of them, I guess. Zoos just rub me off the wrong way.

Have you ever been to a zoo with an aquarium/water creature section? I've been to places that are aquariums/ocean parks on their own already.

Do you like zoos or aren't you bothered? I am very bothered by zoos, yeah.

Y e s O r N o

I offer you a cigarette, you say... Sure.

I offer to buy you an alcoholic drink and you reply... That's very nice of you, thanks!

I have some Weed, do you want any? Nope.

Got some harder stuff too. Interested? Nope.

I offer you $5,0000 to kill a world leader. What's your response? 5000 or 50,000?

You sleep with me and I'll get you a record/modeling deal. Yes or No? That's creepy and neither of those sounds appealing.

W h e n . . .

Did you last cry? Last night. Just came across several posts that hit too close to home and unlocked feelings that I buried long ago.

Do you normally laugh the most? When I'm with my sister or with Angela/Hans; or when I watch BTS videos that are funny.

Do you forget things more? I have my forgetful moments at work.

Do you usually get up during the weekend? Anywhere between 7 to 9:30 AM. More or less the same time I wake up on weekdays since my body is used to the habit already.

Do you usually go to bed during the week? On weekdays, the latest I allow myself to stay up would be 2:30 AM. Any later than that I'd be fucked in the morning.

Did you last forget something important? Can't remember tbh. I forget a lot of little things, but rarely if it comes to big big big significant stuff.

Do you feel the most secure? Just whenever I'm on my own. I like and find comfort in my own company.

Do you ask for advice? When even my own pep talks or solutions don't work anymore.

W h y . . .

Do you think you see the world the way you do? What a deep question, sorry I'm gonna give such a basic answer lmao. Just my experiences and the stories I hear from the people around me, I guess. My perception of the world is shaped from the way I've encountered it.

Do you think you were put on this earth? I don't think there's a real purpose to it. I think of it as I'm just a cell that managed to be formed, and it's up to me to make the most out of the life I've been given and do it happy.

Do you favour your favourite colour? It reminds me of BTS.

Do you like the clothes you are wearing? It's CM Punk's WWE return shirt, and it personally means a lot to be able to own it because I've stuck around long enough to have been with him throughout his entire journey, and him coming back to the place we all thought he'd never come back to continues to be such an unbelievable feeling haha.

Do you lose your temper at people? I cannot handle stupidity, laziness, or slow people, and that's when I tend to be the most impatient.

Can or can't people empathise with others? Differences in the way we've lived life.

W h e r e . . .

Do your grandparents live? My father's parents live somewhere south; my grandma on my mom's side lives nearby.

Do you want to visit this year? Just anywhere abroad, really; and I should be able to tick that off my list soon as we're headed for Vietnam in a couple of weeks. We'll be visiting Ho Chi Minh and Da Nang.

Do you feel the most complete? Museums.

Did you go yesterday? I went to North Caloocan for the first time for work, and what a shitshow of a city. I'm so glad I live where I live.

Can you go when you're in trouble? Not sure what this is asking...? I'm 26. I never really...get in trouble anymore lol.

Does your best friend live? Just nearby.

W h o . . .

Could you tell anything to? Angela.

Has hurt you the most in life so far? My mom and my ex.

Has made you laugh in the last 24 hours? My sister.

Has made you question something in the last week? Ange, for being a terrible coworker and for making me ask myself why I ever agreed to work with her given the warnings everyone gave. Idk, I just wanted to give her another chance and I was genuinely rooting for her...

Idk. I typically have infinite patience at work because I know everyone's doing their best and the last thing I resort to is to be pissed at any one of my own teammates. But she's clearly not doing her best and is checked out as all hell and it's making the rest of the team who are doing their best look bad, so I've given myself the go signal to be a little harsh on her.

Do you think, outside family, has made the biggest impact on your life? My ex.

Never fails to cheer you up? Angela.

Gets on your nerves the most? Ange, clearly. And my brother.

W h a t . . .

Age do you wish you were? I don't really think about this. I'm fine at the present, where I am and how old I am currently.

Colour is the nearest book to you? There are no books near me. I'm somewhere up north now for a bit of a staycation, and I meant to bring The Midnight Library with me but ultimately forgot about it since I was rushing this morning :(((

Memory sticks out the most? There isn't one in particular. Different memories pop up for me depending on my mood or what my brain feels like remembering.

Subject did you dislike in school? Chemistry, calculus, trigonometry, and philosophy.

Dish/meal would you like to eat right now? Tuna sashimi would be great.

Sense of yours is the strongest? Touch.

Book has impacted you on an emotional/psychological level? None.

Word do you always misspell? Rhythm.

Decade were you born in? 90s.

V i o l e n c e

Is it ever okay to hit a child? When is this? Never. I dislike kids lol, but realistically I hate the idea of physically harming them. That's how every Filipino kid until the 2010s grew up and I will be the first to tell you it doesn't fucking work. I've seen my cousins get lashed with belts, whipped with sandals, or harshly slapped and 100% of that bullshit was ineffective.

Do you think violence is a huge problem in the world? Sure.

Are you afraid of going out at night incase you get attacked? Yeah. I'm a woman in the cat calling capital of the world. You'll never see me walking at night.

Do you live in an area with a reputation of being violent? Fortunately, no.

Do you think violence is appropriate when someone gives you verbal abuse? Not always; things like this are never black and white. But, say, someone's endured abuse for a time and finally decides to snap back – situations like that, I would understand and empathize with.

Someone hits you, what do you do? Ideally I would hit back but it really depends on the situation. I could always freeze – which has happened before.

Have you ever been "beaten up"? Did you report it? Nope.

Do you think violence in rap music influences the nation to violent acts? No, the same way violence in video games does not necessarily mean those acts are carried over to real life. I was 5 when I first learned how to go up parking lots on GTA and go on rocket launcher killing sprees to everyone walking below; I turned out fine lol.

If so, list a few songs you feel show an example of this:

Do you think violence in video/computer games influences the nation also? No.

If so, list a few games that you feel show an example of this:

Do you think that violence in films influences the nation? Example[s]? No for me, because I feel like in shows or movies they add inaccuracies on purpose anyway so that no one can imitate stupid shit. Like how they purposely fucked up the scene order of making meth on Breaking Bad so that anyone who tries to copy it in real life will turn out wrong.

U n d e r n e a t h I t A l l

Do you truly think you are better than someone else? No. If anything I feel like everyone can do at least one thing better than I can. But I've learned to be alright with that; it's made me learn how to live a calmer life while not losing my competitiveness.

Is there something you fear above anything else? What is it? Losing my loved ones to death. Because where do they go? Were they in pain? Are they watching over from another dimension that I just can't perceive, like I like to believe? things like that I hate thinking about but can't stop thinking about either.

Are you in any shape or form, racist? I am wary of the mainland Chinese, but that also comes in the context of those people being bullies to Filipinos, those people infiltrating my country, and from personally experiencing their rudeness.

Are you in any shape or form, sexist? Nope.

Are you discriminative in any other way? Elaborate. I try not to be, but I'll sometimes encounter one too many booboos or annoying tendencies of a particular group that I can't help but lose my trust and neutral impression of them – Christians.

Can you honestly say you've got a good heart and mean well? For the most part. I'm not a saint, and that will sometimes show intentionally or otherwise. Other times, others are the first to be mean and I typically like to respond to that with the same meanness. So, not a saint LOL.

Are you more selfish or selfless? Idk, a little bit of both.

Do you believe you make life what it is? Yes. Sometimes I make it beyond what I think it's giving me at the moment, because life is short and you gotta learn how to be extra and do everything you wanna do and not be shy. But for the most part I've been more accepting of life and do what I can with what is around me.

Is there someone you truly hate? Why do you hate them? Not anyone in real life but I'm pretty sure I'm capable of physically harming animal abusers. I almost got started with a dude 9 years ago but my parents restrained me because they thought I was making a scene.

Do you feel comfortable around the opposite sex? How about the same sex? Guys are fine as long as they are not creepy. I'm comfortable around women.

Do you consider yourself wise/intelligent/knowledgeable? Booksmart, I guess. I'm not very confident in other areas lol.

Do you respect other peoples choices/right to freedom of speech? Sure...it just becomes annoying when this becomes the excuse to be a gigantic asshole. Aka Filipino Christians and their agenda to always be the Main Character in every narrative because it's Their Beliefs That Always Have To Be Followed.

Are you afraid of getting older? No.

Do you know what drives you in this world? Money.

Can you honestly say you'd risk your life for someone else? I would.

Are you a children/animal/people person, or not at all? Animal. I don't care much for the other two, hah.

Do you have any hormone problems? How do these affect you? No.

Do you take things people say on a personal level? Sometimes! I can be sensitive but this is a Me thing. I need to learn and I've also been told to learn how to not always take things personally.

T r a v e l

Have you ever been to England, if don't live there? No.

Any other part of the UK? No.

Have you been to more than 5 US States if live in the US? No.

Have you visited any country in Africa? Name the ones you've been to? No.

Have you visited any country in Australasia? Name the ones you've been to? No.

Have you visited any country in Europe? Name the ones you've been to? No.

Have you visited any country in Asia? Name the places you've been to? I live in the Philippines; but I've also been to Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Thailand, Korea, Japan, and China. Vietnam in the next two weeks as well.

Have you visited North/South America? Name the places you've been? No.

Do you like travelling? Where is the best place you've been? Yes. I really enjoyed Bangkok – it felt like being back home, but with MUCH more shopping and a wider variety of street food so it was like, a lot of fun without the whole culture shock adjustment haha. Japan was nice too because the weather felt great and everyone was very very kind.

The worst place visited? Calling it the worst is a BIG stretch since it was nowhere near that state, but maybe Shanghai is the closest fit? I liked the urban-ness it offered, but tbh I don't feel like it was meant to be a tourist city. It's great for shopping and if you specifically set out to buy high-end stuff, but if you're not there for that, I'm not quite sure what you can do there. Then again we also weren't there for a long time so it's also on us for not having the chance to explore the place further.

Do you prefer to backpack, stay in a hotel, a cabin or summerhouse? A homey condo Airbnb in the middle of the city is the way to go! I find hotels too fancy, but I also don't want to be in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in an unfamiliar place. If I was traveling in a different country, I want my essentials to be just a short walk away.

Who do you normally take with you travelling? Phone, laptop (just in case I need to bring it out for work lol), power banks, chargers, wallet, Airpods, basic makeup, toiletries, and if I'm going overseas then obviously my passport.

T e c h n o l o g y

Do you own a laptop computer? Yes.

PC? No.

XBox? Never had one as we've always preferred Playstation.

Nintendo DS? My sister had one. I borrowed it sometimes but I was never hooked since I much preferred to play with the Wii.

Wii? Yes, spent hours on that thing.

Playstation 2? We did have one, yeah.

Mobile/Cell? Yes. Kind of need to treat it as an essential these days.

House Phone? We still have one since we have a few relatives who still prefer to talk using the house phone + some businesses will still use your landline as a means of communication.

What's your favourite form of technology? I mean, the lengths the smartphone has come has been pretty mind-blowing to watch. What do you mean this tiny thing can hold tens of thousands of photos, can be used for vlogging, can accommodate Powerpoints, and can carry all the app versions of programs that for a very long time you could only use via computer? I would be nowhere without my phone; I definitely use mine for everything.

Do you have Bluetooth on any of your devices? Yeah, they all do.

Wireless connections on your PC and/or laptop? Sure.

Coloured or black and white ink in printer? Are you asking what I prefer or if our printer has these features lol? In any case, our printer has both and I prefer colored.

Do you spend a lot of money on technology? I do when I do buy new gadgets, but it's not often at all.

Do you understand basic technological language? It depends on what you mean by basic technological language lol...

T e l e v i s i o n

What's your favourite show? Quality-wise, Breaking Bad. Rewatch-wise, Friends.

What's your favourite type of show [soap, talk show]? Sitcoms, since I appreciate an easy watch. For K-dramas, I like romcoms or those that take a crack at social commentary.

What about your list of favourite shows? At least for my top 5, it would be Breaking Bad, Friends, Descendants of the Sun, The Crown, and BoJack Horseman.

Least favourite type of show? Crime, mystery, fantasy, scifi.

Why don't you like the above type of show? In the grand scheme of things they're the least likely to be realistic.

Did/do you watch Friends? What's your opinion? I did! And I continue to rewatch it consistently. It's no secret that it's one of my favorites – I've enjoyed most episodes, the cast's dynamic was consistently great, and even after 10-20 rewatches for some episodes the same jokes still make me laugh.

Did/do you watch Smallville? Verdict? I did not watch it.

Did/do you watch Family Guy? Verdict? I watched it sometimes when it was on, but it was never a favorite. I think the biggest factor is that I was too young for the jokes, but even if I watch an episode today I still don't think it'd make me laugh or that the humor would be something up my alley.

What's your favourite talent show? None of them since they're all highly scripted anyway. I do want to get into Street Woman Fighter, though.

What's your favourite sitcom? Friends.

What do you refuse to even bother watching? Game of Thrones, Bridgerton, 13 Reasons Why, HIMYM, Doctor Who.

What TV package do you have? We have a smart TV now, hahaha.

How many channels do you have? Aww.

Do you subscribe to any packages? Which types? Welcome to 2024, survey-maker! Most TVs are smart now lol. That said I'll *kind of* answer this with some of my most frequently used apps instead – YouTube, Spotify, Netflix, Disney+, and Prime.

Do you prefer TV, films or radio? More on vlogs, tbh.

T h e E n d

How do you think the world will end? However the scientists have calculated it to be. Idk there's a lot of legs to it lol so it's hard to summarize everything in one sentence, but I've watched a few visual timelines about this question and I'm pretty much on the same boat.

How far away do you think that will be? Billions of years from now.

Do you see tragedy in the near future? Possibly.

T h o u g h t P r o v o k i n g

Do you believe in aliens? Yes.

Can you imagine a world without music? Being technical I see how that can be possible, but what a miserable prospect that is. Music is its own language, music has been used to express feelings and culture, music has quite literally saved lives. It'd feel like a very big hole if we suddenly lost all music.

What colour would you paint the stars if you could? I'm fine with how they look like from here.

If you were a superhero, what would you call yourself? I dunno. Just my name, I guess. I don't want to draw attention lol

What natural phenomenon do you find the most beautiful? Auroras and eclipses.

What age do you think you are old enough to vote? I'm fine with 18 being the legal age here.

Does the characteristics of your starsign reflect you? Some of it does and some of it does not. Same as with any other sign.

Do you cry usually because you feel hurt, confused, happy or angry? It can be any one of these things. I'm a big crier hahaha.

Would you kill someone who killed a child? No.

How about YOUR child? I think so.

Does learning someone is a different religion to you change your opinion? Like, of them? I have a very complicated relationship with religion. Most beliefs I 100% have no problem with and I embrace the chance to learn from them and hear their culture; but given my consistently negative firsthand experience with Christians, I am wary every time I meet someone who is very serious about that faith.

What is the most beautiful word in the English language? I personally like the word 'poignant.'

What emotion do you feel the strongest right now? Nervous-but-trying-to-run-away-from-it would be most accurate.

The last film you watched - how did it leave you feeling? Excited. (The last movie I saw was The Menu, haha)

Love of a Partner or a true friendship? Friendship.

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5, 17, and 43 for the fic ask game!

[For the Fanfiction Writing Ask Game]

Three questions??? You spoil me! <3 I think I'll need a Read More for this one my friend xD

Hahaha! Ha! Ha.

Many. So, so many.

I have a bad habit of starting projects and not finishing them, so I have a plethora scattered throughout my Google Docs files that are anywhere from multiple pages of unposted fic, all the way down to single-sentence unused prompts. Sometimes I left them behind because I lost motivation, sometimes my hyperfixation shifted and I (sadly) couldn't focus on that fandom anymore.

But let's see...uh....I glanced through my older stuff first just to see. But for now I think I'm just gonna count what I'm either actively working on, or what I wish to continue when my motivation returns...because if you counted all the abandoned WIP's I've gathered over the years, I think the number would be close to 30, and I don't want to list them all up here. (Maybe I'll drop it at the bottom of this post if you're curious***)

For one, I have two IronDad fics I plan on finishing: one that's a shorter Mafia AU that's 2/3 complete, and a much longer (and heftier) multi-chapter fic that has been awaiting a new chapter for over a year I think. A Little Late On The Blood Work my beloved...I'll come back when I get inspiration again 🥺💞 I also have an old Jacksepticeye Egos fic called #SamLives that I've been wanting to continue for ages but haven't, along with a Night at the Museum fic (Jedtavius) that I at least need to finish the current arc for because the comment section is sad.

And MOST recently I've got a bunch for Hermitcraft/Empires/Traffic Life that I'm in the process of actively writing...which I believe add up to a total of six?? I think? THREE are partially posted/being updated (Through a Crack in the Void, Domino Effect, There's Not a Word Yet), and the OTHER three (two Team Rancher, one that's literally Every Ship Under The Sun With Some Found Family On Top) aren't gonna be on my plate until I finish some of the other ones.

17. Do you have a writing routine?

Not really! Usually once I get an idea, I just - jump in. If I get stuck and want to skip something just to keep the writing ball rolling, I'll throw one of these in the middle of the page: ASDJNAKFBEKAJBA ...and just leave it for later. It's bold, red, and easy to spot when I'm scrolling through a long document, which is nice! It helps make sure no blank spots get missed in editing! (I also red-dye words, sentences, or paragraphs I'm feeling shaky on, so I can spot them easily and come back later when I get a better idea to fix it.) And if I decide to completely change a section I'm writing, I'll often copy the original version, paste it at the bottom of the doc in case I decide to change it back, and turn it a pastel color so I don't confuse old versions for the current text.

I also sometimes make calendars on Excel/Sheets if I really wanna keep track of time, and I often have a separate (and somewhat disorganized) doc for Notes on my longer fics. There's also a document where I write down potential lyrics options for There's Not a Word Yet chapter titles, but that's the only time I've done that for a fic.

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

I feel like someone asked me this a while back, so I've definitely thought about this! But honestly? A mystery or a time-travel fix-it...which I am well aware are two VASTLY different tropes lmao.

I've always been envious and in awe of well-written mystery/detective stories, because so many little details go into them to make them work. I'd love to build one of my own someday, but I have yet to find the right motivation to do so.

As far as time-travel fix-its go...they're just...they're so fun to read, because I love to see how one little change can affect an entire timeline (see also: Domino Effect) but they're also a LOT of work to write because it involved basically retelling a story that's already been written but in your own words and with a twist. Somehow writing something fully original comes easier to me than trying to build my writing around something else that already exists. But god I'd love to have the motivation to write one of 'em anyway! It'd be fun to decide how everything changes all because of one little difference in choice :3

5. How many WIPs do you have?  What fandoms/pairings are they for?

Hahaha! Ha! Ha.

Many. So, so many.

I have a bad habit of starting projects and not finishing them, so I have a plethora scattered throughout my Google Docs files that are anywhere from multiple pages of unposted fic, all the way down to single-sentence unused prompts. Sometimes I left them behind because I lost motivation, though most times my hyperfixation shifted and I (sadly) couldn't focus on that fandom anymore.

But let's see...uh....I glanced through my older stuff first just to check for this hah. But for now I think I'm just gonna count what I'm either actively working on, or what I wish to continue when my motivation returns...because if you counted all the abandoned WIP's I've gathered over the years, I think the number would be close to 30, and I don't want to list them all up here. (But I'll drop it at the bottom of this post if you're curious***)

For one, I have two Marvel/IronDad fics I plan on finishing: one that's a shorter Mafia AU that's 2/3 complete, and a much longer (and heftier) multi-chapter fic that has been awaiting a new chapter for over a year I think. A Little Late On The Blood Work my beloved...I'll come back when I get inspiration again 🥺💞 I also have an old Jacksepticeye Egos fic called #SamLives that I've been wanting to continue for ages but haven't, along with a Night at the Museum fic (Jedtavius) that I at least need to finish the current arc for because the comment section is sad.

And MOST recently I've got a bunch for Hermitcraft/Empires/Traffic Life that I'm in the process of actively writing...which I believe add up to a total of six?? I think? THREE are partially posted/being updated (Through a Crack in the Void, Domino Effect, There's Not a Word Yet), and the OTHER three (two Team Rancher, and one that's literally Every Ship Under The Sun With Some Found Family On Top) aren't gonna be on my plate until I finish some of the other ones.

(One of them is a cute 5+1 one-shot about Tango calling Jimmy "buddy" and Jimmy learning that "buddy" has a lot of different meanings depending on how Tango says it and who he's saying it to. The second one is an extension of a one-shot I already posted called Coming, Coming Home, where S8 HASA!Tango crash-lands in the mesa outside Tumble Town, and like - yeah. Yeah. I'd love to continue that one. And the LAST one is a Double-Life-based Witches/Familiars AU that started as Renchanting Duo and has since extended to every member of the Life series and even some Hermits.)

***ALL THE OLDER FICS I HAVE YET TO COMPLETE: I've got one for Doctor Who, a handful for JSE Egos - #SamLives - one for Night at the Museum, one for Encanto. Six for Marvel/IronDad (including a Mafia fic, a SPN AU, a Peter-gets-shot and Tony-goes-dad-mode hurt/comfort, and A Little Late On the Blood Work which as I said I'm just longing to get inspiration to return to). A witch/familiar Supernatural AU fic and an SPN time travel fix-it that I barely started. There's a TangoTek one-shot I've abandoned featuring his rage moments from both LL and DL. I also have an old fic from high school for a game called Ib that I'd love to revamp someday...and my Original FanFic that started it all, which was for Harry Potter, and I was like 12, and it will never EVER see the light of day. My god. It's...it's rough.

[lonely-north-star]

work troubles and period talk under the cut lmao i gotta scream so ignore it

Lmao? Not my co manager making me feel bad about taking a break? Hello? I only asked if you were busy as in are you on break bc i haven't seen you anywhere on the floor in forever, not fucking permission, you're not above me? I'm letting you know to be courteous? "I GUESS I'll do my paperwork later, you can go, that's fine" STOP ??

Telling you cause that's thr right thing to do? But you wouldn't know about that, you got mad that one time when i ask you to grab something, and made a big fuss about how you were taking a small break but "i GUESS i can come down and do that"

miss never takes a break vs mister steals time and doesn't do shit

like yeah im skipping my lunches bc you don't help for shit and there's lots to do, and you say you never take breaks but how many times have i caught you eating in the break room when you disappeared

mister leaves the building and doesn't tell me, so I'm running around and calling for help but you give no answer like whqt the fuck !!! We are equals !!

i never take breaks 😭 because i know i won't get back up after sitting down. But also. I could fuck around for half my shift and still get the store clean and recovered and keep up with orders like 😭 GEGAHAHWH please why is he paid more

my cramps are so bad right now i feel like im dying, i keep stumbling because i don't feel well and I'm off balance and that's the only reason I'm taking a break. I've got a croissant which i hope will help, i literally got chills earlier 😭 ggrrr why do i get flu symptoms !! sometimes I'm lucky and it lines up with my day's off, but the first two days are the worst

im so nauseous ajwjwje, but I can't leave because I'm the closing manager

I've left early before, the sm and replen have to because they've been unwell, but y'know what he did? When he had a migraine? He sat in the office in the dark for over an hour to "ride out the last of his shift" like okay!! Just go home ;!!

i SHOULD be doing repacks rn but i can barely stand, i keep half crumpling over against my cart like my friend is so concerned help

I'm so tired, i need a new job, i need a raise, i can't keep doing this. But like, I can't see mysekf working at anotjer place, and where else will i be guaranteed 40 hours

the sm has talked to him multiple times, and is building a case about him i think, and he'll get kinda better the first few days and then finds a new way to mess around. And he's been snippy all day with the one cashier who actually calls him out akdjwj

ugh my lunch is over 😭 i feel bettter ish but also just exhausted. I'm so sleepy i fear i may fall asleep standing up

[avatar-anna]

hm.. an angst where the reader has cheated on Harry with another guy, and even though that sucks, Harry still loves the reader so much that he still wants to continue the relationship, and yeah, they end up together despite everything. 🤷‍♀️

sigh...y'all are a sad bunch lmao

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One Very Big Mistake

"I'm sorry, H, please, it was a mistake!"

"No, a mistake is turning my white laundry red. A mistake is forgetting about date night. What you did was not a mistake. It was intentional. And you can't take it back."

Harry was holding onto his fury with everything he had. Y/n was crying, her mascara running down her face as she tried to explain, tried to make him understand. Seeing her so upset hurt his heart, and he wanted to pull her to his chest to ease her pain, but he couldn't. She had committed the ultimate betrayal, and he couldn't be the one to comfort her. Not now, and possibly not ever. So he held onto his anger, hoping it would put a thick barrier between the two of them.

"I wish I could, Harry," she sobbed, trying to step closer, but Harry just took another step back, which only made her tears fall faster. "I wish I could go back and do things differently. I would never, ever want to hurt you—"

"That's bullshit, Y/n, and you know it!" he seethed. Why was she trying to convince him otherwise? "What did you think was going to happen when you told me? That I would smile and joke about it and we'd move on? We've been together for two years. How did you think sleeping with someone else would make me feel?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so, sorry, baby—"

"Don't call me that," Harry said. It used to be a pet name that filled him with warmth and butterflies, and he didn't want the memory of that to be tainted by this argument.

"The only thing you're sorry about is getting caught, Y/n. Were you ever going to tell me? Or was I just supposed to live in ignorant bliss forever?"

She shook her head, almost aggressively so. "No, I was going to tell you, I wanted to tell you the second it happened, but—"

"When? A week from now? A year from now? Or maybe when we were married and had kids so it wouldn't hurt as much? I can't believe I wasted two years of my life with you!"

And that was when Harry started to get choked up. Because outside of her cheating, things had been practically perfect. He was happy, and he thought she was happy too. How long had they been living a lie?

"Don't say that. Please don't say that, Harry. I love you," Y/n cried.

"Clearly you don't, or you wouldn't have done this." He could feel tears starting to form in his eyes, a lump forming in his throat. He couldn't let her see him like this, he wouldn't. "Get out. We're done."

Y/n's eyes widened, like it never occurred to her that Harry, her sweet and gentle Harry, would ever kick her out or talk to her this way. She knew she'd torn their relationship to shreds with one drunken mistake on a night when she was particularly vulnerable, but she wasn't from London, not even close. Her family didn't live here, she didn't have many friends outside of Harry's, and she lived with him. He was her home, and losing that, losing him, felt like a punch to the gut.

"Harry, please, I—I don't have anywhere to go. I promise to find a place to stay later, but please, don't—don't make me leave now. It's late, and I'm—"

"I don't care," Harry said, sounding devoid of any emotion. "You should've thought about that before you got into bed with someone else. Maybe you should go stay with that bloke. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to have you."

Despite his battered heart, the anger that was coursing like fire through his veins, the words he spoke still felt like acid on his tongue. For two years, she meant something to him, and it was hard to ignore.

"Please, Harry. Can I just sleep on the couch? I swear I'll be gone in the morning," Y/n pleaded, though not a shred of hope was in her heart.

Harry wanted to say yes, but that was the problem. He loved Y/n enough to forgive her, so he needed her to be gone as soon as possible so he wouldn't make that mistake. So, not even looking at her, he said, "Get your things and go. I don't want to see you again."

Not looking back, Harry turned and walked away from her, locking himself in his home studio so he wouldn't have to see Y/n as she packed her things and left.

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Y/n was alone and empty.

She'd never regretted anything more in her entire life than walking down to the bar by Harry's house and sitting down. He'd been gone on another one of his writing trips, something he did often so she was used to watching him go and waiting for him to come back.

But that had been the fifth time he'd left his house for a few days in the last couple months. When Harry convinced Y/n to move to London with him, she agreed because they both hated the long distance, and she thought it would bring them closer, both physically and emotionally. Things had been good, but not great. It felt like Harry was always busy all the time, like now that she was here, he didn't have to be as attentive or make as much of an effort if they were closer in proximity to each other. And for a while, Y/n thought so too.

Harry was really only gone for a couple days, and then he'd come back and be all over her. And then he would leave again, and the cycle continued until he stopped trying as much. Putting more effort into his album than his relationship. Y/n knew he got like that the closer he got to finishing a project, but in the past she had her friends and family.

Now she was alone in a country she wasn't very familiar with.

It was hard all by herself. Y/n wandered the halls of Harry's house late at night—she read the books on his shelf, she slowly made her way through Harry's record collection, she stocked his kitchen with all her favorite foods, she even bought yarn and knitting needles to try and replicate the sweater everyone had been recreating online during quarantine. The real thing was in Harry's closet, but she wanted to make one with her own colors.

So one night Y/n decided to go out. Harry hadn't picked up her calls, and it was another night of eating leftovers and watching a movie by herself on Harry's couch. Another night alone in a house that didn't really feel like hers, no matter how long she stayed there. Y/n loved Harry so much, and he made her so happy when he was here, but lately it felt like he was rarely around.

She hadn't planned on doing what she did when she went out to the pub. Y/n just wanted to get out of the house. She'd hardly done so unless it was with Harry or if it was to go to the market or to work. So she walked out of the house, wandered around on the pavement for a bit, and finally ended up at a bar.

He was a nobody, not at all her type, definitely not the kind of person she would ever go out with, which was probably why she let him buy her a drink. He was harmless, and he was just being nice.

But then one drink led to two, and two led to four, and four led to getting in a cab back to his place.

When she woke up the next morning, she felt like she was going to be sick. Her skin crawled with guilt as last night replayed in her head over and over again. These were the kinds of things Y/n was supposed to forget, to black out of her mind, but she was forced to live with the memories, and the knowledge that she'd just done the one thing she never thought she would do. She cheated, and that was something she could never take back.

Y/n felt so guilty she made herself physically ill. That was how Harry found her—leaning against the toilet and waiting for the nausea to pass. He asked her what was wrong, and she immediately started crying.

Harry had never been so angry before, at least not around Y/n. Seeing him that way broke her heart because she knew she was the reason he was acting this way. He was so gentle, so kind. And yeah, he maybe sometimes got a little caught up in his work, but that wasn't an excuse to throw away a two year relationship, which was exactly what Y/n did.

So now she was staying at a hostel, trying to save up enough money to find a real place, or go back home. She could definitely afford a one way ticket, but she wasn't quite ready for that. Staying in London while knowing Harry was there but couldn't see him was the right punishment for her. It was what she deserved after the horrible thing she did.

She never left her room. Even as people came and went about their day, she rarely got out of her lumpy cot. It wasn't right for Y/n to feel this depressed when she was the one to blame for everything, but she couldn't help it. She took something so good, and just put it in a blender and tore it apart.

Her family tried to call, but she didn't pick up, just let her phone die. Y/n didn't do anything. She was just...there, hardly existing.

All Y/n could do was think about the last two years. They were amazing. Harry took her on the best dates, he confided in her and she confided in him; they went on adventures together, she helped him when he was stressed with work and he did the same for her. He kissed her good night and woke her up with good morning texts with little hearts and kissy emojis. He knew Y/n like no one else did, and she knew him. They loved and supported each other. They were everything to each other.

So Harry got a little caught up with his work occasionally, so what? He didn't neglect Y/n. He didn't ignore her, he was just busy. She was whining because he wasn't giving her any attention, what the hell was that about? There was nothing wrong with Harry. She was the problem.

Tears came and went, and so did sleep. She didn't know how long she spent at the hostel, she was awake enough to pay for the cot at the front desk, but other than that, she was in and out of sleep. Y/n wasn't even really tired, but she didn't have any motivation to do much else. She'd taken a leave of absence from work, not that she really needed to anyway. She had a steady job back home, but when she moved, her certification didn't transfer overseas. So she'd been doing odd jobs here and there, but it didn't really matter. Harry always promised to take care of her. But now that that was out of the picture, what was she supposed to do now?

It didn't matter, none of it did. Y/n was alone and miserable, and she deserved it.

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Harry was going out of his mind with worry.

He'd kicked Y/n out, but some selfish, masochistic part of him wanted her to come back, to fight for their relationship, but she didn't. And when a couple of days went by and she still hadn't called or showed up to get the rest of her things, Harry started to worry.

He was still pissed, but he was also still in love with her. He cared about what happened to Y/n, and he just had this feeling that something was wrong.

For days he went back and forth about reaching out to her or not. Harry was still hurt, and he wasn't really ready to make that phone call or hear her excuses. In his mind, nothing ever excused cheating. Y/n was his everything, but then she did the worst thing one could possibly do in a relationship. Y/n didn't flirt, she didn't kiss, she slept with someone else. Harry'd never felt more betrayed in his life.

But that didn't immediately erase all the love and good memories they shared over the last few years. It wasn't like her to just drop off the face of the earth like that, even with their current situation. And she left her stuffed bunny, the same one she'd had since she was a baby. She once told Harry she took it to every new home she'd ever been in, but in her haste to leave his place, she must've left it behind, and now it was just staring at Harry every night. It looked lonely, which only reminded him that she were probably lonely.

Or shacked up with the guy she cheated on you with. That was the bitter thought that came up after Harry felt sorry for Y/n, and he'd been on this relentless, bitter cycle ever since she left.

"I'll call her parents," he said after two weeks had gone by and she still hadn't called or come by the house. "I'll call her parents, and she'll be fine, and I'll move on with my life."

Except her parents hadn't heard from her. No one had. As far as her friends and family knew, Y/n and Harry were still happily in love.

And that was when he really started to worry. It wasn't like her to not talk to her family. She talked to them at least a few times a week, and the fact that she hadn't was cause for suspicion.

Harry was still angry, still hurt, and the idea of reaching out made him feel more things than he was ready to feel. But he couldn't just not check on her knowing that something could be wrong. Y/n cheated on him, but he wasn't a monster.

So he called, but she didn't answer. In fact, his phone wouldn't even connect the call. Did she block him? How the hell was he supposed to get ahold of her?

He searched, and searched, and searched. And the longer he couldn't find her, the more he started to worry, to panic. She could've been anywhere, she could've dropped dead somewhere, and Harry would have no idea. Why did Y/n have to make him worried sick? He was supposed to be trying to get over her, and then she had to go and mess it all up by going AWOL.

Harry finally went to the police when he couldn't find Y/n on his own. It didn't take very long to find her now that he had professional help. She'd checked into some dump a few blocks away from his house. Harry went to the hostel, and it only took a little bribing to let the person at the front desk to let him into her room.

Did he do this?

Y/n was on a cot in the darkest corner of the room, huddled up underneath a thin blanket and a single pillow. Harry's heart squeezed when his eyes landed on her. Whenever they were in bed together, she loved sleeping under a blanket mountain with piles and piles of pillows. Harry could barely get to her, used to ask for entrance into her little pillow/blanket fort when he wanted a kiss.

She cheated, and he was rightfully angry and hurt, but he didn't want her to be...whatever she was under that blanket. Harry felt guilty, and he wasn't supposed to feel guilty. He thought back to the last night he talked to Y/n as he walked over to her little cot. He practically kicked her out like a stray dog. He'd been hurt, reasonably so, but that didn't mean he had to be horrible to her. That's not who he was, even on the worst day of his life.

"Hey," he whispered, but she didn't answer, didn't even move. Resting a hand on her shoulder, he nudged uer. "Y/n. Wake up."

She slowly turned around, and Harry tried not to cry. Her cheeks were hollowed out, her eyes sunken and held no light in them. This wasn't his love, this wasn't Y/n.

"I think I'm dreaming," she mumbled, her voice dry and crackly from disuse.

"No dream. I'm right here."

Y/n shook her head. "No, no. I had a dream just like this," she said. "You came here and you said, 'Baby, what are you doing here? You have a perfectly good bed at home.' And then I tell you it can't be true because you said you never wanted to see me again, but you pick me up and bring me home anyway and tell me you love me and that everything will be alright."

"I'm right here, Y/n," Harry said again, squeezing her arm just the tiniest bit to prove his point. "And I do want to take you home. You shouldn't be here."

"I didn't have anywhere else to go," she sniffled. "I don't—I don't have any family, or—or friends here. I f—followed you here because I love you and—and I wanted to make things easier, and then you were never here, and I—I have nowhere else to go."

Y/n tried to turn back over, but Harry didn't let her. "You do. Let me take you home."

"I don't live there anymore," she said. "Don't worry about me, Harry. I'll be fine."

Harry took a deep breath, considering his words. He'd been stressing over what he wanted to say to Y/n, how he wanted to say it. And he still wasn't really sure, but one thing he couldn't do was sit by and watch her suffer like this.

Y/n made a mistake, he could admit to that now. And when he heard her say, "you were never here," he thought about the last few months. And when he looked back, he realized she might've been right. She certainly shouldn't have cheated, but it seemed like they both understood that. She had been beating herself up for weeks, and...and he loved her too much to let her go.

"I want you to come home, Y/n. Please come home."

"I hurt you. I did the worst thing a girlfriend could possibly do, an—and I'll never forgive myself," she said, her voice shaky as she continued to cry. "You deserve someone who—"

"I don't want anyone else. I know you messed up, but things weren't right between us. I was never home, and I took you away from all your friends and family—"

"No, please don't," Y/n said, sitting up immediately. "This is all on me, Harry. I—Oh my God, I did something unforgivable. Why are you—"

She looked at him curiously, trying to blink back tears and hold back hope. She didn't deserve his grace, and maybe he'd regret it down the road. Maybe he would never be able to let this go, but he was trying now, and that was what mattered.

"Because I love you," he said. Harry's eyes were watery and red, his hair sticking out in different directions because he'd been tugging on it every day since he realized Y/n was virtually missing. "I—I know what you did, and maybe it'll take a long time to get back to a better place, but...I'm in love with you, Y/n. You drive me crazy—crazy in love, just plain crazy—but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to fix things. Y/n, I want to fix things. We were broken long before you...did what you did. It won't be easy, but I want to be with you. I can't stand to see you this way, and—"

"And? What? Harry, please, don't stop talking, I can't—"

"And you left Pebbles at my house, and he's been very lonely without you."

That only made you sob harder, but Harry was there to hold you. "I'm so sorry, H, I'll never stop apologizing. And I love you. I'll never stop loving you. I—I'll do anything to make you forgive me."

There was a part of Harry who wasn't ready, that was still hurt, but a bigger part of him wanted Y/n more. She was his love, and he was hers, and that was how it was supposed to be. One bump in the road, that was all it was. He believed in their love enough to get past this, to move forward. Perhaps that made him naive, perhaps he just felt bad because you were living in a hovel looking so pathetic and sad. Perhaps things wouldn't work, but he wanted them to, and Y/n wanted them to, and that was enough for now.

"Let's just—Let's just go home. We have the rest of our lives to figure things out, okay?"

With shaking hands, she cupped either side of Harry's face. "You mean that? I understand if you just feel bad because I look horrible or if you'll change your mind. I don't want you to do something you don't want to."

Harry rubbed a thumb across her cheek, and she immediately closed her eyes. It was the first time Harry had touched her with intention aside from holding her up. She missed his touch, she missed him so much it physically hurt. She shouldn't have been trying to talk him out of his decision, but she loved him too much to see him hurt or be angry with her.

"Y/n," Harry breathed. He leaned in like he wanted to kiss her, but he stopped himself, not quite ready for that yet. "I want to try. Please let me take you home."

Nodding, you let him lift you out of bed. Harry carried Y/n all the way to his car, whispering at her to never scare him or her family like that again. She was tired, smiling a little as he set her down in the passenger seat.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," she mumbled. "And thank you for keeping Pebbles. You didn't have to do that."

Harry huffed out a laugh, the first time he did anything remotely similar in weeks. Looking over as he drove, he saw that she was fast asleep. He placed a hand on Y/n's knee, needing to feel her, needing to know that she was actually there.

"We'll be alright, won't we?" he asked. Y/n didn't answer, of course, but she wasn't really asking her. He believed it. And maybe he was an idiot for believing it, but he was in love with her, he was pretty sure she was the love of his life. He couldn't let that go, he just couldn't.

Y/n had driven herself into a dark spiral after Harry kicked her out. She made a mistake, and if one day he ever messed up, he hoped she would forgive him too. It wouldn't be easy, but she was worth it.

Harry squeezed her knee, stepping on the gas so he could finally have a good night's sleep with his love and her stuffed bunny tucked under her arm.

"We'll be alright."

[birdie-ghost]

For the Greg is Mike's kid au: go off fam. infodump. I wanna know more 👁👄👁

ALRIGHT

I wanted to answer this with art but like my pen broke and i cant do that :')

K so the reason older mike isn't a corpse in some of my art is 'cus I like to think the logical reason that he is somehow alive is because Ennard left behind some robot spaghetti in Mike when they decided that the best way to exit the skin suit they borrowed was through his mouth, and mike's spirit/remnant attached to that metal. Like that's my personal theory and what I'd like to think is pretty logical.

Even though I know that with Scott's writing Mike is probably just running off of spite.

But that aside In my au Mike talked with henry while they were planning that whole ✨pizzeria built to be burnt down✨ mike was talking with henry and was like

"Hey If I manage to live could you build me a body so that I can like, have a life, and not have to live as a corpse for forever?"

And Henry was like "Oh yea lol for sure if you live I'll have a whole body ready for you" because henry's a cool dude like that.

I'm saying this really generally because it went down in a more serious manner. I just do not have it in me to write it all out lmao.

Mike manages to survive that whole thing, gets out before they set fire to the place. The pizzeria burns down and then later that area becomes a sink hole. Mike gets his new body/shell thing with a good ol' illusion disk and he can live his life. He goes through a couple of jobs at this point and then there's the news that the pizzaplex is being built, Mike, still hellbent on making sure that his dad's legacy dies, gets a job there as the head of security. He does his damned best to make sure there's no more murders in the pizzaplex. And he does so successfully for the first couple of years, until Vanessa shows up and things start going downhill fast.

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Now onto Gregory!

Gregory doesn't know anything about his dad's history, Mike would want to give Gregory as normal a childhood as possible. Mike is sheltering him and trying to give him the childhood that he and his siblings should have had but didn't 'cus ya know, his dad was a mass murderer.

Now you can either go with the Gregory Is A Robot theory and say Mike built Gregory as his kid or something, or your can go with the Gregory Is Just A Kid That Mike Adopted. They're both interesting and they both lead to different ways you can write angst.

Gregory has always been interested in robots and engineering, much to his dad's dismay he loves the fazbear animatronics, 'cus they're cool and the machinery interests Gregory a lot, he wants to know how they work and such. But Gregory isn't allowed anywhere near the pizzaplex or any animatronics, and Gregory doesn't understand why his dad hates them so much but he follows his dad's as best he can.

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Now we're gonna talk about Jeremy and how he fits into my whole au.

Jeremy's part is completely uneccissary, you could do this entire au without him. I just personally enjoy writing romance and I think it's a cute idea and such. If you want to take the outline for this au and completely throw this part out the window go for it!

Jeremy and Mike were friends as kids but Jeremy's family ended up moving away. everything between the bite of 83 and sister location happens without him in the story at all. Jeremy works as the a dayguard in fnaf 1 and 2 but both of those locations ended up closed/burned down. So Jeremy sticking with the company gets a job at fazbear frights as the dayguard when it opens up. Jeremy is a big fan of horror and a big nerd for the whole franchise sense he was a kid and is excited to see it go this way.

Fazbear Frights ended up making a good amount of money and management decided they wanted to up security to 2 dayguards and 2 nightguards. So they ended up hiring two new dayguards and demoting Jeremy because he was 'too laid back'.

So Jeremy and Mike reunite, Mike tells Jeremy about everything that happened, they both burn down the old pizzeria. They both work with Henry on the whole ✨pizzeria built to be burnt down✨

Mike lives and gets his new body/shell or whatever you want to call that, Jeremy and him get married and they both adopt/build Gregory

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Now, the whole reason Gregory breaks into the pizzaplex in this au is because Vanny, instructed by William/Glitchtrap/Burntrap(ig), knocked Mike out at the end of his shift, brought him down to the underground pizzeria and then went to their house and knocked out Jeremy. William doesn't know Gregory exists until Vanny breaks into the house, Jeremy tells Gregory to run at the beginning of the intrusion, Gregory does so but doesn't go far, and watches his dad get taken by Vanny in a pizzaplex van.

Gregory, now hellbent on finding his dads goes to the pizzaplex and then we have Security breach's whole events (but I don't want to destroy the animatronics so we just don't do that, instead he takes them out of William's control cus I want to make a generally happy au)

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Both Mike and Jeremy are ace in this au because its my au and that means I get to project onto the characters in it.

[bloodraven55]

I saw a post recently where someone else analysed how Luz's love language is acts of service and Amity's is physical affection, and it got me thinking so in light of today's incredible episode I want to do some serious digging into Luz's feelings for Amity. This is probably gonna get pretty long but hey, these two are more than worth it.

I'm going to go through three key episodes for Luz and Amity's relationship so that I can properly illustrate my points, starting with Lost in Language.

First, I want to talk about how, despite the fact that Amity had been nothing but objectionable to her so far, literally all it takes for Luz to decide she wants to befriend her anyway is reading about Azura befriending Hecate in her book and seeing Amity reading to kids at the library. This clearly establishes that Luz is intrigued by Amity and willing to go out of her way to connect with her, even when Amity hasn't yet given her any particular reason to do so.

Next, let's talk about the manner in which Luz tries to save Amity from Otabin later in the same episode. This is one of the first times we see Luz attempt to be Amity's hero, as she chooses to make an unnecessarily dramatic entrance dressed as her own version of Azura, playing the role of the dashing knight come to rescue the fair maiden albeit not quite as gracefully as is usual in these stories lol. She even takes the time to doodle Amity being impressed by her performance too, introducing the idea that Amity's perception of her means a lot to Luz.

Finally for this episode, we get another example of both these things: Luz putting in a substantial effort to bond with Amity, and Luz wanting to impress Amity or get specific reactions from her. After impulsive plan to get them away from Otabin works, Luz finds the time to be a good even when they're running for their lives and actually manages to make Amity laugh which was an impressive feat at that point tbh, looking extremely pleased when her comment is received positively.

These next two moments provide a neat link to the next episode I want to discuss, Adventures in the Elements, so I'll cover them in one go. We see Luz's first Act of Service for Amity when she offers her the Azura book she's missing to show that she wants to be friends, and then when she meets Amity to get it back we see how important the gesture was for Luz. She's very eager to hear Amity's thoughts, loves it when she finds the fanart Amity drew, and in general it's just obvious that this was another attempt to impress Amity on Luz's part.

This only continues as Luz proudly proclaims that she's going to join Amity's class at Hexside, even winking at her in the process, and solidifies the significance of her giving Amity the book even more by suggesting they start a club to talk about it further. Like, seriously, this entire episode is pretty much just Luz being adorably excited to share classes with Amity and flat out learning a whole new spell just to make sure it happens.

The interesting thing here, though, is that Luz gets really nervous as soon as the twins suggest they all train together, enough to lie to them in a moment of panic, and then gets super embarrassed when she sees that Amity is also practicing at the Knee. This doesn't seem to make much sense since Amity is being pretty nice by this point and not at all mocking or condescending, and Luz has given up on trying to look cool to the twins by now too. But it actually makes a lot of sense when you consider that this is another instance of Luz wanting to impress Amity and worrying about looking inept in front of her.

There's also the way that Luz is just... so clumsy and awkward around Amity in these episodes. The girl knocks a book to the floor and falls off a rock just trying to say hello, for crying out loud, complete with stammering over her words. Yeah, it's safe to say Luz is lowkey crushing on Amity here.

Don't worry, because I saved the best for last. Enchanting Grom Fright is basically the culmination of everything those two previous episodes set up. Not only do we get two Acts of Service from Luz, with her offering to face her own worst fear for Amity with zero hesitation and then happily offering to go to Grom with her so that Amity wouldn't end up alone, but she also brings out some dramatic flair when she declares herself Amity's “fearless champion,” like a knight in shining armour vowing to protect her princess although she still hasn't got the graceful part down lmao.

Plus, there's the fact that in both of their Lingering Eye Contact in Close Proximity with Romantic Tension™ moments in the episode, Luz's expression is the exact same as Amity's, wide-eyed and curious like she's not quite sure what to make of what she's feeling. And that's even before she just full on starts flirting with Amity later on. I'm sorry, but those smirks and fancy show-off moves while dancing are not remotely heterosexual, Luz.

All of this brings us to their current situation: Amity is aware of her crush on Luz but thinks that Luz only sees her as a friend, and Luz is subconsciously flirting with Amity as well as trying to show off for her and be her hero but remains fairly unaware of her crush on her and thinks that Amity likes someone else. So in conclusion, teenagers are useless, but we been knew. Rather, the point I want to end on is that there's a reason why Luz and Amity were so in sync with such amazing chemistry during their dance when they weren't talking, and it's because they both have different ways of communicating their emotions but when they let their actions speak for them they were finally on the same page albeit briefly.

tl;dr - Luz and Amity are both crushing hard on each other, they just need to realise that the other has a different way of expressing their feelings and find the courage to be honest with each other. Amity's crush is more glaringly blatant, what with all the blushing and gay panicking and wanting to ask Luz to the school dance, but Luz's crush on Amity is also pretty evident in the way she tries so hard to impress her and often steps in to help her out with grand gestures, which she never does to anywhere near the same extent with any of her other friends.

[hyunsuks-beanie]

Just Fine, After All

Lee Know x reader; just Minho being a complete idiot

A/N It's Minho this time, since my man did the "Step Out" on Music Bank lmao. As always, I hope you like it!

He wasn't there. It was your graduation ceremony, and your boyfriend Minho had promised you that he'd be there, but of course, he wasn't. You couldn't blame him though, because you knew how hard he had been practicing for the comeback. And while you didn't want to pressure him to make time for you, you couldn't lie to yourself and say that it didn't hurt a little.

After the ceremony, you went back home, only to find that he wasn't back from practice yet. You decided to pay him a visit at the JYP building, knowing that he would most likely have not taken a break, even to eat. You cooked his favourite ramen and fried chicken, and went over to the company. By the time you reached there, you saw Changbin and Jisung leaving. When they noticed you, you guys exchanged hugs, with Jisung, who was also one of your closest friends, ruffling your hair and saying, "How'd the ceremony go? I'm sorry we couldn't be there, and I'm even more sorry that even Minho hyung couldn't make it. He's been practicing non-stop, and he still doesn't plan on leaving." "You're the only one who can get him to take a break, so we'll let you go ahead," smiled Changbin. You bid them bye, and started on your way to Stray Kids' practice room.

Opening the door, you see Minho practicing their title song. He didn't notice you, and you knew that he wouldn't do so until you cut the music off. So that's exactly what you did, by tiptoeing to the music system and switching it off. "Minho, come on. Take a break and eat something. I got your favourite food along," you said with a smile. At this, Minho abruptly turned towards you, but his expression wasn't one of surprise or happiness at seeing you there. Instead, he seemed pissed, and scary. "Minho-," you started, but he cut you off. "Did I ask you to come here? Did I ask you to bring me food? Did I say I need a break? Seriously Y/N stop being so nagging. If you don't have anything productive to do with your life, at least let me be productive with mine. Go write your stupid little thesis, instead of annoying me," He said, turning his back to you. It was only then that you realized that tears were already running down your face. "Well, if graduating from university counts as productive in your dictionary, then I guess I've done my share of productive today. Thanks for ruining my happiness, jerk."

With that, you placed the food near the door, and walked out. Minho rolled his eyes and started the music again. But after a while, he realized that he was not able to focus. He felt guilty for lashing out at you. It wasn't your fault that he was not able to perfect a particular step in the choreography. On the contrary, he had been the one at fault for not turning up at what was supposed to be one of the most important moments of your life. You must've been upset, but you still set it all aside and brought him food.

Deciding that he couldn't go on practicing any longer, and that he needed to be home and apologize to you, he left the company. On his way home, he noticed how bad the weather had become. Worry for you set in his heart, and he tried calling you, but you didn't pick up. "I hope Y/N is safe. Great job Minho, you made them walk back home in such bad weather."

As soon as he reached home, his heart sank, because the door was still locked. Entering inside, he quickly came to the conclusion that you weren't there, seeing as how all the lights were turned off. "Where could they be? Did they perhaps go to the dorm?" With that, he called Hyunjin up to ask him if you were there, to which, the younger boy replied, "Why would they be here? What did you do?" Jisung heard this, and snatched the phone away from his hands. "Where is Y/N, hyung? What did you do? Tell me they aren't in trouble." Minho told him what had happened, causing Jisung to say, "You screwed up big time, hyung. You should have apologized to them, and instead, you made them feel annoying and useless. And now, because of you, god knows where they are. I swear if something happens to them, I'll kill you."

"Nothing will happen to them Jisung, I promise. I know I messed up, but I'm gonna make things right." With that, Minho hung up, and grabbed his car keys again. He went to Han River, because he knew you liked going there when you needed some space. "I hope they're not out in the open. God, what have I done." Once he reached there, he quickly noticed you weren't there either, meaning he had to continue his search. The next stop was your favourite 24/7 coffee shop, but that too, turned out to be a dead end. Minho was close to losing his mind worrying about you, when suddenly, his mind cleared and he understood where he had to go.

Ten minutes later, he was back at the JYP building, and was running towards the rooftop at full speed. That was the place you had confessed to him, and the both of you held that spot very dear. Why hadn't he thought of that before? If you were upset with him, wouldn't you go to just the place where he had told you he loved you, seeking some reassurance? But when he reached there, and didn't see you anywhere, he started pulling at his hair, as tears threatened to spill. He was already crying, when he suddenly heard the voice he'd been searching for, for hours.

"Minho? What are you doing here in this weather? You'll catch a cold," you said softly. He turned around just the way he had earlier that day, and once again, his expression surprised you. Tears streaming down his face, he pulled you into the tightest hug ever, while peppering your face with soft kisses.

"Where were you baby? I was worried sick," he sobbed. "I was such a jerk to you today, and I can't tell you how sorry I am for hurting you like. You did nothing wrong except for caring too much for an idiot like me, and what did I do in return? Make you feel worthless and leave you alone in this weather. I don't know how I can ever make it up to you, but believe me, I really am sorry. Sorry for not being there for you on a special occasion. Sorry for making you feel unwanted. Sorry for being such a shitty boyfriend. I'm sorry for everything, and I swear, I don't know what I would have done had something happened to you."

You break away from the hug, and say, "It's okay Minho. I forgive you. I know you're tense about the comeback, and I completely understand you not being able to show up. But..... just, please don't lash out at me like that again for no reason. That really hurt me, because I felt that you didn't want me around. You made me feel as if I was annoying to you." "I swear, I will never treat you like that again babe. I'm sorry," he says through tears, making you wipe his cheeks before placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Let's just go home."

On your way back, Minho doesn't let go of your hand, making you smile to yourself. He suddenly asks, "I thought you'd be on the roof, but you weren't there. Where were you?" "I had gone up to the roof at first, because I just needed some reassurance that you hadn't meant what you said," you give him a weak smile. "But when the weather got bad, I came down to the practice room since I didn't have anywhere else to go, hoping that you would have gone home by now. And you had apparently left, so I decided to wait the storm out here. I was just on my way out of the washroom after I had done cleaning my face of all the tears and ruined makeup, when I saw you running up to the roof. I knew you were searching for me, so I followed you......"

"I'm so sorry I caused you so much trouble today baby, I'm so glad you're safe. I love you you," Minho said sadly.

"I love you too, Min," you squeezed his hand. "Now let's forget this ever happened, and go home and celebrate my graduation." "You read my mind Y/N, that's exactly what we're gonna do once we reach home," Minho gives you his signature smirk, making you shove his shoulder in false annoyance.

Seems like you two will be just fine, after all.

[t0shii]

how they comfort you in a crowded place

including bokuto kotaro, aran ojiro, miya atsumu, oikawa toru, suna rintaro x gn!r

!warnings! mentions of anxiety & large crowds, slight panic attack, mentions of flashing lights & cameras, lightly proofread.

BOKUTO KOTARO.

it might take him a minutes to realize you're feeling anxious or overwhelmed and as soon as he does realize he's asking you what he needs to do to help you. never lets go of your hand!

You loved that your boyfriend kotaro had so many supporters but sometimes it was a bit overwhelming. for example, right now you both were arriving at the gym for the match his volleyball team was playing that night. fans basically swarmed your car and even the security guards were having a hard time holding them back.

you could feel yourself start to panic as they inched closer and closer, squeezing your eyes shut as you hooked your arm around your boyfriend's. at first he thought nothing of it, until he looked back at you and saw your eyes closed, face looking a little pale, sweat forming on your forehead. he took your hand immediately and pulled you securely under his arm, leaning down to your ear, "we're almost to the gym baby, just a little bit longer. im so sorry." he said to you, kissing the top of your head right after which only seemed to make the fans go even more wild.

he hugged you real tight as soon as you both got into the gym and apologized repeatedly, didn't let you leave his sight until you were feeling better but gave you space whenever you asked for it.

ARAN OJIRO.

knows you can get anxious in a large crowd so he tries his very best to avoid large crowds of fans or reporters. is really protective of you and WILL give anyone who tries to get too close the dirtiest look you didnt even know he was capable of.

Unfortunately, the gym his game was taking place it, was surrounded by fans. "i thought i specifically asked for a blocked area?" he complained to the driver. "i think theres just too many fans to control" the driver responded, looking for the drop off spot. "i'm so sorry angel, i told them to have a blocked off area for us" he explained, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tightly. you reassured him it was fine and there as nothing he could've done about the situation and that you should be fine because the gym wasn't so far away.

as soon as you two stepped out of the car it was absolute chaos. fans screaming for aran, reporters cameras flashing repeatedly yelling questions at him, trying their very best to get close to him. the secure guards were doing there best to hold them off though. all you could do was close your eyes and let your boyfriend lead the way, he never once let go of your hand the whole way there.

as soon as you got into the gym he checked to make sure you were okay, asking if you needed anything. "i'm fine ojiro, really, i'm okay." you assured him, kissing his cheek. he embraced you in a big hug. "i'm so proud of you angel." said with a smile into the crook of your neck.

MIYA ATSUMU.

oh lord... we all know how he feels about obnoxious fans LMAO. good luck to them if they make you uncomfortable in any way ESPECIALLY if they get too close. tsumu knows you hate crowds and he tries so hard to avoid them at any cost possible.

"What the fuck is this?" he mumbled at he saw the crowd forming by the drop off area, "i'm not sure sir but there really isnt time to wait, the rest of the team's' cars are behind us." the driver responded earning a groan from your boyfriend. "'m sorry, baby" he whined looking at you with glossy eyes. "no no, it's okay 'tsum. it's not your fault. the gym's not too far anyways, i think i'll make it." you joke intertwining your hands. he nods in response and both exit the car.

seconds later fans rushed toward the two of you, screaming for 'tsumu and flashing their camera. honestly you were fine until you looked over and a teenage girl was right beside you all in your personal space, atsumu never noticing because he was so focused on getting to the gym as soon as possible. "tsumu-", he turned his head towards you as soon as he heard you say his name. he immediately s aw the girl trying to get his attention was all over you so he pulled you away from her, put you infront of him and ignored her the rest of the way to gym. it was really like a scene from a movie

as soon as the two of you stepped in the gym he was making sure you were okay and asking if you needed anything. he hugged you really tight and apologized for all the people. "'m so sorry that girl baby i dont know what her deal was, she was all over you, not cool at all. should i make sure they don't let her in the gym? i don't want her anywhere near you." you chuckled at his question, "no 'tsum, she probably didn't even realize what she was doing. i'm okay now, really." he nodded his head at your response, "as long as you're okay." he said nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

OIKAWA TORU.

he loves the attention he gets from his fans but he will always always put your safety before their attention & dont let anyone else tell you otherwise. hates when his fans gets too close to you and when they crowd around the both of you, he didn't mind it before the two of you got together but when you told him you didn't like crowds he always does his best to avoid them.

"looks like there's a crowd toru." you say with a pout. "whaaat?" he groaned looking up from his phone. why did they have to follow the two of you to the airport? he thought to himself. he just wanted to get on the plane in peace. "oh no." he sighed looked at all the fans who had lined up to send the two of you off, luckily it the crowed wasn't too big considering it was 4 in the morning.

"i'm so sorry angel, i didn't think they'd follow us here this early," he explained with a frown."no no toru, it's not your fault at all! don't apologize" you assure him, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "let me step out and tell them to keep their distance." you nodded and he stepped oit

you giggled as you hear him ask his fans to stay away from you when you exit the car he. stays out and chats with the fans for a few minutes before it was time to go into the airport. fortunately his fans were super understanding and chill when you stepped out of the car, saying hi to you and wishing you both a safe flight. he still made sure you were okay even though the fans kept their distance like they promised and pampered your face im kisses filled with love and a whispered, "im so proud of you angel."

SUNA RINTARO.

god he hates crowds himself so he completely understands you. he doesnt like when fans crowd him and especially when they crowd around you since he knows it makes you anxious.

"just stay close okay?" your boyfriend mumbled in your ear as he took your hand and helped out of the car. you responded with a quiet "mhm". i hate these people, he thought to himself. not only did he already hate crowds, he hated when there was a crowd around you. honestly, you couldn't even see straight because of all the flashing cameras and it didn't help that all the fans around were pushing in closer and closer, the two of you could barely even move as it was. all you could do was squeez your eyes shut and pray you got to the gym faster than the fans could trample over you to get a an autograph or a picture from your boyfriend.

rintaro was squeezing your hand so tightly by the time you both stepped into the gym you thought your hand was gonna fall off and you could barely even control your breathing, he immediately pulled you into an embrace, not too tight though, kissing the crown of your head and rubbing your back soothingly, "im so sorry baby, you did so well." was all he said over and over again, trying his best to ease you while his teammates stumbled in behind the two of you complaining about the crowd.

after your breathing had calmed down he gave you space whenever you wanted it making sure to check up on you periodically. "im okay now rin, you can go practice now." you reassure him, with a kiss on the cheek of course. he agreed after a while but was still worried about you the whole practice and for most of the game after that.

a/n omg i rlly like writing for aran AHH ok ummmm thanks for reading p.s. oikawa would be so chill with his fans after highschool UGH everyone says theyre rude but i hc the opposite 😌😤