#i'll tumble 4 ya

[myimaginaryradio]

I'll Tumble 4 Ya - Culture Club

[mydadlistenstothis]

New podcast is up! This week, we're getting on the dance floor with the first UK group to have 3 number 1 songs in a row since the Beatles, Culture Club!

[lilithsaintcrow]

Cannot visit this site without humming old Culture Club.

Man, I'm ancient.

[bbydoll18xx]

I'll Be Your Temporary Fix (Pt 4)

Paige Bueckers x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Part 4 based on this request:

Could you do a Paige x media team reader. Where Paige and reader are fake dating because Azzi is uncomfortable with the fans shipping her and Paige. Reader does it cus she owes Paige a favor (you can make something up).

Heyyy y'all I've lowkey been MIA (ya girl has been depressed lol) but here is part 4

Also Paige is so hot i wanna light myself on fire

Word Count: 1.8k

Themes: hella fluff

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You had held up your end of the bargain, quite swimmingly. Paige had effectively turned you into a simpering fool, and she loved it. 

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t. 

Long gone were the days of running from your feelings. Paige had you tumbling head over heels, and you wanted to confess to the whole world. It was as if she had tattooed her name on your heart. 

With fake dating being no more, there was still an air of hesitation around what the two of you actually were. You were trying to avoid obsessing over the label, but it ate at you. There were so many unknowns, and you were never one to just come out with what you were actually feeling. 

Since becoming Paige’s friend, you had always relied on her to take the reigns, while you took an emotional backseat. It was just the way the dynamic was between you two.

But now Paige had been scarily quiet on what she wanted from you. 

The two of you had spent an absurd amount of time kissing since you had run back into her arms with ample apologies. Soft kisses in the morning, bathing in the glow of the sunshine of a new day. Rushed kisses in between classes in passings. Passionate, bruising kisses in the heat of the moment after Paige basks in the glory of winning yet another game. 

You were drunk on Paige’s mouth, but the inebriation was not enough to distract from the incessant questions your mind whispered at each waking moment.

So before your anxieties could overtake you once more, you had decided that you would ask Paige out on a proper date.

And so you did.

Taking a deep breath, you walk inside Paige’s apartment. It was now a familiar environment, and the homey atmosphere calms your beating heart. ‘It’s just Paige,’ your brain soothes your sympathetic nervous system, as it tries to go into overdrive. Fighting against your instincts to flee, you stroll into Paige’s bedroom with a soft smile on your face.

The tall girl had fallen asleep, and she was curled up in purple bed sheets looking as angelic as ever. Her blonde hair fanned across the pillows, and her plush bottom lip was jutting out in a precious pout that reminded you of a childs. You wanted to remember this forever. 

You tentatively sit on the edge of the bed, placing a small hand on Paige’s cheek, feeling the warm, soft skin. Your touch rouses her from her slumbers, and Paige gives you a sleepy grin as she realizes it’s you.

“Hi, baby,” she mumbles, voice husky with sleep. 

“Hey, sleepyhead,” you tease softly. “Did ya get bored waiting for me?”

Paige just chuckles, and your belly flips at the familiar sound.

“Doyoumaybewannagoonadatewithme…? you spill out, practically babbling in a desperate effort to just get it all out before you lose your courage.  

Your rapid wording flies over Paige’s still drowsy head, and she responds with a bewildered, “Huh?”

You swallow your pride once more, and with a deep breath you repeat yourself, much slower this time. “Do you want to go on a date? With me?”

Paige’s blue eyes widen, and her tongue darts out of her mouth to run across that fucking bottom lip again, and she nods. A grin is spreading across her face, and the swarm of butterflies that were assaulting your stomach a few seconds ago have flown away, leaving a wave of calm to wash over you. 

Trying to figure out where to take Paige was a whole other issue that had crept up on you. You were not used to having much control when it came to planning dates, and it had to be fucking perfect. You wanted to avoid the typical dinner and a movie routine; that was boring. Other activities would be difficult with Paige’s popularity, and you needed to evade the hoards of her adoring fans. 

You finally decide to take her go-karting. It was perfect. It appealed to her competitive edge, and it was super fun. You packed a bunch of her favorite snacks, and you were all set. 

Wiping your sweaty palms on your pants, you knock on Paige’s door to pick her up. The nerves threaten to make you turn on your heels and flee once more, but you resist. Paige opens the door with a cheesy smile that causes a visceral reaction from you. She would never not make you feel a million things all at once. She looked you up and down, a flirty expression on that beautiful fucking face of hers. 

“Lookin’ good, babe,” she murmurs, and your face heats up at the compliment. 

“You look gorgeous, P,” you declare in response, thus eliciting a similar flush that has you smirking in pride. Pulling a blush out of Paige Bueckers was always an accomplishment. 

You take her hand in yours and lead her to your car, and you allow her to connect to the aux. She looks at you in surprise. “You never let me listen to my music in your car.” 

“It’s your lucky day,” you tease with a small laugh. “I can go without Taylor Swift for a bit; this day is about you.” Paige beams, and your decision makes it all worth it.

You would kill someone just to keep that pretty smile on her face. 

You drive to the go-kart track with your right hand intertwined with Paige’s, and it was your turn to rub small circles on the back of hers. The domesticity of everything was bringing you much hope that this would all turn into more. Now that you had a taste of what it was like to belong to Paige, you knew it would be nearly impossible to give it up without a brutal fight. 

As you arrive, you’re pulled out of your thoughts by Paige’s loud gasp as she realizes what the two of you would be doing this afternoon. 

“Go-karting? Babe. I’m gonna kick your ass!” 

Her taunting just makes you laugh, and you shake your head fondly as she gets out of the car and bounds toward the door, dragging you along in faux impatience. 

The building is void of the usual busy crowd, and Paige notices the lack of people quickly. Seeing the confusion wash over her face, you explain that you pulled a few strings using your media manager status in order to have a little privacy. Paige says nothing. Instead, she pulls you in by the waist to press her lips against yours in an appreciative kiss, and you know this was the right call. You chase her lips and subconsciously go up on your tiptoes in an effort to get even closer.

The moment is interrupted as the manager of the facility walks over to where the two of you were standing, and introduces herself. She explains that you would have the place to yourselves for the next four hours, and she goes over how to work the go-karts. 

By the time the manager leaves, giving you and Paige the privacy you had wanted since arriving, Paige is bouncing on her heels in pure, child-like excitement that makes you equally as giddy. 

She bounds over to a brightly-colored purple go-kart, claiming loudly that it belonged to her, as you seat yourself in a green one. You watch her as she pulls the harness across her chest and tightens it, her tongue peeking out once more in concentration.

She was so endearing, and the feelings you were having had grown tenfold since she had originally asked you to pretend to date her just a few weeks prior. You weren’t sure if you would survive actually dating her. Just the thought made your heart feel as if it could explode at any moment. 

Your daydream is cut short by Paige who is now attempting to trash-talk you. However, her insults were hardly so, as she was having a similar issue with handling her affections for you, as well. 

“Mkay, I’ll believe it when I see it,” is all you get out before Paige is speeding away with a loud squeal and a cloud of gasoline. You barely mutter out a “fuck” before slamming your foot on the gas in a feeble attempt to catch up.

No such luck. 

Paige actually was incredible at go-karting, and her smugness had no limit. 

She walked out several hours later, one hand around yours once more and the other raised in the air, pumping her fist victoriously for the millionth time.

If it was literally anyone else, you would have felt mildly annoyed at her antics, but your fondness overtook any other possible emotions in your little love-drunk brain. 

As you climb back inside your car to head back to Paige’s, you allow yourself to study the features of the blonde, and you’re ecstatic to see the similar looks of happiness on her face. You had been counting on this day being a success. 

“I had a really fun time today. Thank you for doin’ all this for me,” Paige whispers sincerely with a flush of pink overtaking her pale skin. 

“I’d do anything for you, P,” you respond, struggling to maintain eye contact with your sudden candor. “I just don’t know where your head has been, but I’d like to be more than friends. And more than just friends who pretend to date to help their other friend,” you add with a quiet laugh.

The sheer absurdity of the situation was finally settling in. And you were hoping to be able to reap some long-term benefits of having to pretend to date Paige.

Paige places a hand on your face, cupping your cheek delicately and forcing you to gaze deep into those blue eyes. “Course I wanna be more,” she murmurs, her voice raspy from the combination of the emotions and the amount of yelling she had done earlier. “You’ve been my girl since that day in the gym when you agreed to fake date me. Now it’s just official.”

“Good,” you reply, a smug smirk engulfing your expression, and before you can say anything else, Paige is pulling you into another searing kiss.

“What are we gonna tell the team?” you ask between kisses, puffs of air leaving your swollen mouth every few seconds.

Paige shrugs. “They’ve been wanting me to try and get together with you for years. Now that I’m thinkin’ ‘bout it, I feel like Azzi made up the whole thing just so I would kiss you…” she trails off, a look of realization flitting across her face. 

A giggle escapes from your throat at the determination of Azzi Fudd to get the two of you together. And boy, were you grateful for the little scheme.

thanks so much for reading. i love you all :)

[eyesthatroll]

my champ | n. mackinnon

pairing; nathan mackinnon x fem!reader

warning(s); kissing, cursing, mention of insecurity/self pressure??

summary; not long enough for a summary but took inspiration sort of from this tweet!!!! (🥹🥹)

word count; 0.83k

author's note; guys, i don't know how it happened, but i became enamored with nathan mackinnon in the time span of like 17 hours. i don't know what it is, there's just something about him!!!!!! anyways, go canucks!1!1! also this was going to be a lot longer but i haven't written in a while and just wanted to get back into the swing of things, hope it's not too bad. love ya!

Entering the hotel room, you feel an overwhelming sense of fatigue, prompting you to collapse onto the plush queen-sized bed positioned at the room's center. Disregarding the conventional way of removing your shoes, you nudge them off with your toes, allowing them to tumble onto the soft carpeted floor, not really caring where they land while simultaneously hoping Nathan doesn’t trip on them. 

"Baby?" Nathan's voice echoes from the bathroom. In reply, you emit a soft hum, the gentle cascade of water from the sink filling the room's silence.

Exiting the bathroom, he casually discards his jacket onto a coat rack affixed to the wall. Crossing over to the opposite side of the bed, he bends down to meet your gaze at eye level. "You okay?"

You roll your eyes, a subtle sigh escaping your lips. "Tired, hungry, dreading the weekend.”

He rises from his previous position, and you shift on the bed, making room for him to join. Settling in effortlessly, he turns his body to lie on his side, supporting his head with his elbow, giving him a perfect view of you. His gaze focuses on your left hand, where you absentmindedly fiddle with the gorgeous 4-carat radiant-cut diamond ring adorning your finger.

"I'll never get tired of seeing that on your finger," Nathan's voice is a gentle murmur, as if he fears that speaking any louder about your wedding ring would broadcast it to the entire world.

You respond with a soft smile, lifting your gaze to meet his deep blue eyes, filled with nothing but adoration. "It's a beautiful ring."

Indeed, it truly was. The diamond, precisely cut to the shape you desired, struck the perfect balance in size—not overly showy, as larger ones might seem to you, yet not too small, just perfectly proportioned. Leave it to Nathan to discover and present you with your dream ring, even though you had only casually mentioned your preferences maybe once in the past two years.

"You're beautiful," he comments easily, his free hand reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your teeth graze your bottom lip as you fight back a smile. "You're so corny.”

His thumb meets his middle finger to flick you in the forehead, shaking his head as he falls back onto the pillow. "Fuck off."

Seeing an opportunity, you use it to gracefully climb over him, your posture settling over the waistband of his sweatpants, which were hanging dangerously low. Taking a moment, you allow yourself to truly look at him, your breath catching in your throat as you admire your husband.

"What?" he asks, eyebrows quirked.

You shake your head. "You're so handsome."

He truly was, in every inconceivable sense of the word. You made it a point to express that sentiment and offer other compliments on a daily basis. Nathan, being a professional athlete, tended to be hard on himself and often overly critical. While you knew your compliments couldn't fully dispel what brewed below the surface, you liked to believe they provided some solace at least a little bit. 

"Who's corny now?" he teases, his hands shifting from his sides to your waist, slipping under the thick material of one of his old hoodies that you've stolen.

"I'm serious," you groan, laying a gentle slap against his chest.

"So was I," he counters. "And I-"

You lean down swiftly, pressing your lips against his in an attempt to silence him, and it works like a charm. Though, you can feel his famous Nate Mackinnon giggle against your lips, prompting one of your own. When you pull apart, a soft smile graces your lips as your fingers trace down the scruff of his beard. "My Stanley Cup champ."

His cheeks redden at your words, and he lets out an airy laugh.

"I'm so proud of you, you know that?" you ask, and he nods. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, undoubtedly carrying a lingering taste of strawberry from your tinted lip balm.

"You tell me every day," he answers with a quick retort, rolling his eyes. However, a smile lingers on his lips.

Raising a brow, you inquire, "Do you believe me?"

Asking the question seemed to hang in the air, the silence stretching before he responded. His brow furrows, and you could almost feel the weight of his thoughts. A heavy sigh escapes his lips, a mix of something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Course I do,” he finally answers. 

You narrow your eyes at him, sensing his hesitation. That wasn’t a very convincing answer, but you decide not to pressure him further. Instead, you lean down and rejoin your lips with his. This time, his hands migrate from your waist to your bum, their grip firm and reassuring as he sucks in your bottom lip.

"I love you so damn much," he murmurs, between kisses down your neck. 

God, did you love this man with everything in you.

[viperrot]

⇁high school sweethearts | leon kennedy | pt. 1

resident evil 4 remake leon s. kennedy x fem!band-student!reader high school au

there's a new guy in town, and he's pretty damn cute. too bad he hates your brother, though.

content contains: mild angst, enemies to lovers, tbh? mean leon, cliches, minor religious/christian themes, story is told in first person, reader is a bit shy and is an oboe and trumpet player!, leon and reader are in their juniour year, fictional town set around 1980!

3037 words

song rec: "kutsuro gish" by hiroshi takaki

pt. 2

what's this? the blossoming of a series? yes, yes it is! very self-indulgent. i love tropes like this so much. enjoy some mean leon content and a sweet enemies-to-lovers concept, little dove :]

Life in Everglade is... interesting, to say the least. Actually, it was extremely cliché here. Every Sunday and Wednesday, people would go to church, every Friday night was a football game, and the rest of the days were just busy nonsense. The people here rarely ever leave town, and people never really come in. It's been like this for years.

Until recently.

This fall, a handful of strangers tumbled into the little town of Everglade, proud home of the Everglade Ravens. Lucky for me, they even moved in across the street.

From my little window nook, I watch a dingy U-Haul pull up into the driveway across the street, and out comes four people. The first is a man that looks to be in his mid forties, dressed in khakis and a navy polo. Next is a little girl, who looks like a middle schooler. She's got a long skirt on and a flannel sweater, coloured with warm red and browns. After her is what I assume is an elder sister, but she doesn't look much older than the little one.. She's dressed in messy, paint-stained jeans, a black tank-top, and a pink windbreaker jacket to top it all off. She's the only brunette one out of the blonde family so far.

Then comes out the son.

Dragging himself out of the passenger seat was the most dashing boy I've ever seen. The smile he gives his sisters make my heart race—it honestly put Danny Zuko's smile to shame, and I love Grease! His blonde hair is parted to the side, hiding his eyes a bit. He's dressed up in blue jeans that grip around his thighs perfectly, a black t-shirt, and a navy-blue bomber jacket that had the sleeves rolled up to show off his forearms. From my spot at the window, I couldn't help but ogle. The mystery family all gathered around the front door of their new home to get a good look of the inside, and I couldn't help but keep my attention on the only son of the family. I noticed how their was no mother to be seen...

"Hey, thumper," a voice calls out from the door of my room. I tear my eyes away from the window to see my father, leaning against the frame of my door with his arms crossed. "He's been calling me thumper ever since I was little, seeing as how I stomp my foot when I laugh.

"Hey, pops! What's up?" I cock my head to the side questioningly.

"Mom's done with dinner. Meet ya downstairs, or are you gunna keep 'practicin''?" He smirks teasingly, looking at my unused oboe on the foot of my bed. I blush, rolling my eyes.

"I'll be down there... and I was practicing, thank you very much!" I huff. Dad just laughs at me and waves his hand, mumbling about how he'll see me at the dinner table. With that, I get up to collect myself. I take a quick look out the window one more time just to see if the boy next door was still outside, but the front door was shut tight.

I stumble down the stairs, my bunny slippers skidding down the steps as the smell of baked chicken filled my nostrils. Upon entering the dining room, I see my dad at the head of the table accompanied by my mom and my older brother, Damien, who sighs at the sight of me.

"Finally, you're here," Damien huffs. "Can you sit down now? I'm fuckin' hungry," he stretches his hand out to me so I can sit down and say grace with everyone. My dad throws a pen from his breast-pocket at my dumb brother, telling him to watch his language.

I sit at the other end across from Damien to avoid saying grace with him, holding hands instead with Mom and Dad with my head bowed down.

"Ahem... Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord. Amen," my mother says. Immediately after the prayer, Damien scarfs down the first piece of chicken he can get his hands on. I pick at some au gratin while my parents converse and scold Dami for being such a disgusting eater. I clear my throat to catch my parents' attention when they grow silent.

"So... uhm... There's new people across the street. Do you maybe... know about them?" I ask, giving my parents side glances. Mom shakes her head as a no, and before Dad can say anything, Damien coughs up a response.

"That punk Leon's the ace player from Greensmell's soccer team!" My older brother snorts, seemingly a bit angry.

So his name's Leon...

What Damien meant to say was Greenvale, which is a town over. They're probably Everglade High School's biggest rival in ever aspect—academics, sports, and even parties (apparently, I wouldn't know). The only thing I can confidently say they're bad at is marching. Their band is horrendous.

"Seriously?" I cringe at the information. "What are they doing here...?" I wonder under my breath.

"Probably got so embarrassed we beat 'em at state champ this year, the wimp probably got kicked out and thrown into Everglade!" Damien shouts with a mouthful of rice. I cringe at the sight, looking back down at my untouched au gratin.

"Cool, cool..." I mumble. "Uh... can I be excused? M'not really hungry," I ask Dad. He nods, going back to his food. Wordlessly, I take my plate to the kitchen to clean it up. As I wash dishes, I stare out the window blankly, eyes set on the house across the street. No one was out still.

I decide it's best to just go to bed after washing dishes, putting my oboe back in its case and setting it next to my backpack. I flop into my bed, part of me hoping to see this Leon guy again soon...

I hate gossip.

I can never tell if people are talking about me, the people around me, or to me. As I walk the halls of Everglade High School, oboe and trumpet cases held tight in my hands, I hear the little murmurs of the cliques of the school. Punks mumbling, girl's that try too hard to look like Sandra Dee whispering behind their palms, and some jocks laughing loudly about Leon.

Wait, Leon?

My converse-clad feet are walking through the hall faster now. As I bump past a bunch of students, I speed my way down to the lunch room, needing to see my friends as soon as possible. Luckily, one of them sticks out like a sore thumb today. Sporting a red blazer, blue flannel tennis skirt, and black socks, I see Samantha Grey in all her glory sitting on top of our usual table, talking to a few of our little group. I stomp up to her, the charms on my instrument cases clinking softly with each step.

"Sammy!" I whisper-yell. Her brown eyes immediately look over to my position in front of her, her black hair swaying.

"Hey, sweet pea~!" She coos happily, a big smile painting her face as she gets down from the tabletop to give me a hug. "Glad you aren't too late. Me 'n' the girls were just talkin' about the new hunk in town," she pinches my cheek before helping me set my cases down on the table. I sit next to her, getting settled.

"Hunk? What's this about?" I stare, acting like I didn't know who they were chittering about. Across from Sammy and me is Lucy Brail and Patti James, who I've known since diapers along with Samantha. Lucy is the first to speak up, clearly excited to talk about Leon.

"This stud just moved into town yesterday! Apparently, he's got two little sisters at the middle school, 'n all the boys here have been howlin' about how he probably got kicked outta the Greenvale soccer team after losing nationals this year!" She says with a grin that reaches her ears. My eyebrows knit together at the information that I had heard the night before.

"You call almost every meathead here a stud, Lucy," I chuckle. She gives me a weird look before scoffing.

"This one's different, sweet pea," Sammy jabs me in the side softly, and I yelp. "He's got this look in his eyes that just scream at me like he wants me!" She sighs dreamily.

"Are you sure it wasn't his pecs you were lookin' at?" I click my tongue. Another jab to the side, and it hurts a little more than the last. I roll my eyes.

"Whatever, I'm sure he's just like the oth-"

"Oh! Oh!! There he is, sweet pea, look!" Sammy grabs me by the jaw to turn my sights to the new guy.

There he is...

Across the lunch hall is Leon, dressed all pretty in a forest green letterman jacket with his initials on the right bicep. There's a few patches from some bands he likes and a big ole "11" on the back of it with "Greenvale" above it. He's still in tight jeans, but they're black this time, as well as his t-shirt beneath the well-worn coat.

"He's got some nerve wearin' that here," Patti mutters. We all hum in agreement as we watch him saunter over to the lunch line to get a carton of strawberry milk.

"Ain't he just a dream~?" Sammy breathes out. Lucy's got this blush that could be seen from Mars, and I swear that Patti's mouth is gunna get dry with how much she's drooling. My gaze is trained on the back of Leon's head, looking at how well-trimmed his hair is.

"He's... he is pretty cute," I mumble, jaw hurting a bit with how tight my best friend was gripping onto it. I hear her giggle.

"Don't get sweet on him now, thumper!" She reminds me, using that silly nickname. “God knows your brother would tear you a new one if he found out you wanted to get a piece of Leon Scott Kennedy," she lets go of my jaw, and I roll my eyes.

"M'not sweet on anyone, Sam," I grumble. Lucy giggles, twirling a strand of her blonde curls in her fingers.

"Isn't he right next to your house, (y/n)?" She asks me. I nod.

"Yeah, actually... How did you know?"

"Oh, sweet pea?! Please, please, please tell me you gotta good view of him from your room! If so, I'm comin' over every weekend!!!" Samantha begs, shaking me by the shoulder.

"H-hey, quit it! I dunno if he's gunna be upstairs or not, and that's c-creepy!" I gasp as she shook me. Lucy and Patti laugh as I get thrashed around. From the corner of my eye, I see Leon get closer. He's got a mean look in his eyes, like he's ready to bite someone if they get near him.

I guess he's trying to protect his peace...

The girls grow silent as he walks past our table, not showing any mind to how noisy we are. They all watch Leon like dogs to a bone when he scoots past us, tossing his milk carton in the air like he hasn't a single worry in the world. When he's gone, it's like we can all breathe again.

"Oh lord, he even smells good," Patti fans herself, a blush covering up her little freckles. Sammy grins in agreement, clearly happy that she got to see the new guy so close. I stick my tongue out in disgust.

“You guys are so gross…”

“Everyone, please welcome our new student,” Mrs. Bradshaw, the advanced chemistry teacher here at Everglade High, drones, motioning her hand to Leon near the back of the class.

And also next to me.

The blonde boy stands up, puffing up his chest a little.

“Name’s Leon Kennedy. Nice to meet you,” he says curtly before sitting right back down. Everyone’s giving him looks ranging from “I wanna rip his throat out” to “I want to kiss him behind the bleachers”, and it’s clear that he doesn’t care about it either. Mrs. Bradshaw clears her throat to stop annoying students from whispering.

“Now, let’s get started on our calorimetry unit. To begin…” The old hag’s words begin to go process in my brain as I get to writing notes. At times, I look at Leon from the corner of my eyes.

He’s writing on a piece of paper instead of a notebook, his blue ballpoint pen scraping against the surface as he messily jots down his notes. I’m pleasantly surprised to see that he actually cares about his education! I can see Leon’s tongue poking out between his plump lips, and I can’t help but stare a little. He doesn’t seem to notice me, until he looks up to check the blackboard up front.

Leon’s blue eyes set their sights on me, locking with mine. Quickly, I avert my gaze back to my notebook, trying my best to act like I was still writing notes. I hear him laugh a little next to me, but I make no effort to speak up.

When the class ends, and the bell for the next period rings, I gather my things to head off to the band room. Backpack slugged over my shoulders, I’m getting ready to pick up my trumpet and oboe case before someone else grabs of for me. Big, veiny hands take the cases by the leather handle, lifting it before my eyes. I look up to see Leon with a devilish smile.

“Caught you staring at me. Mind if I walk with you?” He says confidently. I’m a bit taken aback by his attitude, but I nod nonetheless. I’ve never really had a boy offer to walk me to class other than Damien…

“I can hold my-“

“Nah, don’t worry bout it. I carry my sister’s euphonium all the time,” he chuckles, his shoulders shaking a little as he does. I blush, not expecting him to even know what a euphonium is. So, he’s cute AND he knows the difference between a tuba and a euphonium..

“Are you sure? I-I mean, I don’t want it to be a hass-“

“Don’t worrrrryy,” he exaggerates. “Where are you headed? This is my study hall period, so I got time,” he grins.

“Uh… the band room. A-and thanks,” I tell him, nervously fiddling with my fingers. We walk out of the science lab together, me trailing slightly behind him as we walk.

“So, I’m guessing you and your little posse this morning was talking about me?” He asks, and I feel the blood rush up to my face.

Samantha and her big ole mouth…!

“Y-yeah…” I stammer, unsure of what to say. “Sorry about that… It’s just… we never really have any newcomers here, so the girls were just excited,” I bite my lip. I can feel the stares of people around us in the halls. Whether it’s out of jealousy towards me or hate for him, I’ve no clue.

“I see,” Leon hums. “It was kinda funny, so don’t apologize.” He says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. His fingers are gripping the handle of my cases tight enough to make his veins bulge a little, and I can’t help but stare. After our small talk, it’s quiet, and when we make it to the band room, we stop next to the door so he can give me back my things. As Leon hands over my instruments, footsteps thunder toward our position.

“You know, I thought it was just some sick joke hearing about my lil sister hangin’ around you, but I see that the rumours are true,” Damien growls, walking towards Leon and me slowly with his hands in the pockets of his black letterman. The blonde boy in front of me is still holding my oboe case as he looks at my older brother with an unamused stare.

“Well, had I known she was related to you, I would have never offered to carry her junk,” the ace smiled. I felt my heart drop at his words.

And then it felt like the world came crashing down on me.

Like it was fire, Leon let go of my oboe case, and it clatters against the floor. He’s staring my brother dead in the eyes as he does so, and I can feel tears swell in my eyes. I watch as my reeds, feather, and parts of the oboe pop out of the hard case, scraping against the floors of the hall.

“N-no!!” I yelp, unable to hold back my tears as I drop to my knees to gather the parts. A key or two had bent, and a few corks were damaged. I hear Damien shout at Leon, slamming his body into a locker. I don’t understand what they’re yelling about, too busy trying to pick up the bits of my instrument. More voices erupt, and I assume they’re people trying to pull my brother off of Leon Kenne-dick. My feather gets swept away amidst the commotion. When everything but that is successfully stuffed back into my case, I snap my head around to glare at the ace soccer player behind glossy eyes.

“You’re fuckin’ paying for this, you piece of shit!” Damien screams, thrashing against some teachers who dragged him away from the scene. Leon’s being escorted away as well, not giving me a chance to say anything. I’m left alone in the hall with my broken oboe before Samantha scurries out.

“Sweet pea! We heard all the ruckus, but Mr. Kay said it wasn’t safe for us to be out, and—oh, sugar…” she gasps lightly, crouching down next to me. The ravenette looks down at my open case, seeing the broken and bent keys and chipped corks. “Who did this…?” She asked me gently, setting her chin on my shoulder.

“Leon…” I hiccup, tears falling. The silence is heavy when I tell her this, and I know that Sammy can only see red. Without a word, she wipes my tears with her thumb before helping me into the band room.

I’m starting to regret wanting to see him again.

woohoo! chapitre un, fini :] i know it’s a bit lacking, but it’s just the beginning. hope you enjoyed! pt. 2 here!

[akwolfgrl]

Promise day 4

Zoro watched as they drew near to the Braite, the moon dipping below the horizon; the sun just started to peek out. He hadn't seen Sanji in a few months. He was busy trying to save enough money to buy new earrings. They were gold and dangle like his own, but they had a heart made from a blue gem. They caught the light just right and sparkled in a way that reminded Zoro of the shining across the sea. When he first saw them, he had to have them. They looked just like his mate's eyes. 

Johnny came to sit beside him yawning, it was still early. They sailed through the night. The Baratie would be getting ready for the day soon, Zoro was going to find Zeff and ask for Sanji's hand in marriage, he thought it was old fashioned but Curly loved romantic shit. Besides, the old geezer would kill him if he didn't. 

“Wow, is that what I think it is?” Johnny asked him, pointing at the weird fish shaped restaurant, and Sanji had told him about Zeffs chicken figurehead from back when he was a pirate. The old geezer had questionable taste when it came to the shapes of boats. “Man, I've heard of this place! The food is supposed to be to die for! There's always a good fight to see, and rumor has it there is a pretty blond omega who works there,” He felt Yosaku join them. “People saw he looks like an angel,”

“All ture, the pretty blonde's my mate,” Zoro proudly bragged. He wasn't jealous of other men looking. They had no chance. Women on the hand were a different story. 

“Wait, you have a mate?” Yosaku asked, shocked for some reason. 

“No fucking duh, the marks right thire,” Zoro pointed to the back of his neck, right where Sanji could always protect him. 

“Wow would ya look at that!”

“Way to go bro!”

Zoro spotted a blonde head out on the deck, most likely smoking a cigarette and having black tea watching the sun rise. Zoro couldn't wait anymore. He patted his haramaki, making sure the jewelry box was tucked away safely. Zoro stood up and jumped out of their small boat.

“Zoro!” 

“What are you doing?”

“I'm swimming to Sanji!” Their boat was going too slow, and he couldn't wait any longer, Zoro swam towards his omega, his Sanji. His heart was pounding in his chest at the thought of holding the blond in his arms once again. 

When he got to the deck, Sanji was waiting for him, his hair aglow in the early morning light. Zoro understood why people would compare Sanji to an angel…if they never met him. 

“Marmio? It's about damn time you made your way back here,” Sanji smirked. “Maybe you should stay in the water a little longer, I'll bring you some soap, and you can wash your smelly ass,” Sanji's smoke hearts betrayed how happy he was to see him. 

“See if I ever come for a visit again if you're gonna be like that,” Zoro huffed before climbing out of the water. 

“The old geezer would be happy,” 

“Well that's too damn bad for him,” Zoro grinned and scooped Sanji into his arms and spun him around. 

The blonde laughed and took his face in between his hands, his long fingers caressing his cheeks before their lips met. Zoro could taste the omegas tea and cigarettes. Something that shouldn't be so addictive but yet it was. When they finally came up for air, Zoro put Sanji back down 

"Marry me." The words tumbled out of his mouth as he returned Sanji to the floor.

The omega looked at him with amusement in his blue eyes, "Aren't you forgetting something,”

"What? Oh." Zoro dropped to one knee and took out the jewelry box. The earrings glittered in the sunlight. "Marry me, I don't wish to be apart from you for a second longer,”

“Yes!” Sanji launched himself at Zoro, knocking them both to the deck, kissing the life out of him. 

“Hey! You two no fucking on the deck!” Patty yelled at them. 

Zoro didn't need to look to know that Sanji was flipping the other alpha off.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, September 1st

Willy: What are you gonna do with him anyway? Spike: I'm thinkin' maybe dinner and a movie. I don't want to rush into anything. I've been hurt, you know.

~~What's My Line? Part 2~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Never Too Safe by veronyxk84 (Spike & Dawn, PG-13)

Late Night in the Lab by Anonymous (Fred & Wesley, G)

Creature Comforts by evesock (Darla/Drusilla, E)

ya got a way about ya by Skyson (Buffy/Giles, T)

Reasons to be Respectful by spikesgirl58 (Spike, Doctor Who crossover, G)

Teenagers by TheMarti (OC & Willow, T, in Italian)

Scarborough, 1897 by esskay123 (Fanged Four, T)

Surrendering To Desire by badly_knitted (Buffy/Angel, E)

Curses by MadeInGold (Angel/Spike, E)

Podfic: The Mayor by ChokolatteJedi, read by pieces0fstars (Buffy& Giles, T)

[Chaptered Fiction]

get under my skin (i'll fall to pieces), Chapter 1 by ameliakepner (Buffy/Faith, M)

Stab in the back, Chapter 25 by MelG_2005 (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Love Lives Here, Chapter 98 by Passion4Spike (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Lost in Desolation, Chapter 6 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Great Escape from Oz, Chapter 5 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

A Tumble in Time, Chapter 4 by thedoppleganger (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Stupid Thing, Chapter 4 by Misti (Buffy/Spike, R)

The Magic of Sunnydale, Chapter 10 by Buffyworldbuilder (Ensemble, Harry Potter crossover, FR15)

The Watcher, Chapter 28 by In Mortal (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Viral, Chapter 1 by Harlow Turner (Buffy/Spike, R)

Getaway Gang, Chapter 1 by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Next to me, Chapter 1 by Lilacsandorangeblossoms (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Enchanted Dawn, Chapter 1 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Reaping, Chapter 1 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, R)

[Images, Audio & Video]

🎨 Banner Art #20 — For “Legend Has it” event [2 banners] by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Manip: The Jersey Devil by Harmony99 (Buffy & Spike, worksafe)

Manip: Sleeping Beauty by Harmony99 (Buffy & Spike, worksafe)

Manip: Lords of the Dragons by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Manip: A Fairy Tale by Claire (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

Artwork: Buffy in Helpless by isevery0nehereverystoned (worksafe)

Artwork: Spike by snottiesnot (worksafe)

Artwork: Buffy and Willow pixel art by v-thinks (worksafe)

Sketches: episode screenshot redraws so far by bugscribbles (Buffy, Darla, Jenny, Willow, Xander, Teacher's Pet praying mantis, worksafe)

Collage: Buffy and Willow by sunflower1109 (worksafe)

Collage: Buffy and Giles by sunflower1109 (worksafe)

Gifset: 1880's outfits by clarkgriffon (Drusilla, Cecily, William, Anne Pratt, worksafe)

Gifset: Willow/Tara by lovebvffys (worksafe)

Merchandise: barq’s 1999 btvs cans by justsomeguycore (worksafe)

Cosplay: Spike (Buffy The Vampire Slayer) by Leon QueerAF

Video: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Lookbook (goth/alt/punk) by Rattus Rattus

Fanvid: Buffy & Angel - I'll still love you the same by Dacy Toxic

Fanvid: Buffy the vampire slayer BOYS 12!!! by MelonTango

Fanvid: SPUFFY in 2 minutes or less (part 2) by Love Bites

Fanvid: Buffy the Vampire Slayer Season 1 Opening Credits (Charmed Style) by Rotten Lemonade

Fanvid: Buffy & Spike - Destiny of Souls | The Full Story by Buffy & Spike Channel

Fanvid: Enchanted [Spike] by True Hunter

Fanvid: like a prayer [btvs season finales] by Aurora Edits

Fanvid: my tears ricochet [buffy and giles] by Aurora Edits

Fanvid: Illicit Affairs [spike + buffy] by Aurora Edits

Fanvid: Buffy vs Faith - All My H8 by juliaroxs241

Fanvid: Buffy the Vampire slayer - Bend by juliaroxs241

Fanvid: Buffy Summers - What's Up by juliaroxs241

Fanvid: [Buffy, set to teenage dream by Olivia Rodrigo] by Danica

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike - I Luv This Shit By August Alsina by Naki-a Littlejohn

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike - We Not Humpin By Flo Milli by Naki-a Littlejohn

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike - Crazy In Love by Naki-a Littlejohn

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike - War of Hearts by Naki-a Littlejohn

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike - Hit The Road Jack by Naki-a Littlejohn

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike - Just that Girl By Drew Seeley by Naki-a Littlejohn

Fanvid: Buffy and Spike - Haunted By Beyoncé by Naki-a Littlejohn

Resource: Buffy The Vampire Slayer | Buffy and Angel ~ Scene Pack by DeanxSalv (also posted several other scenepacks)

[Reviews & Recaps]

hannahlibbie's BtVS rewatch: S01E01 Welcome to the Hellmouth​ by hannahlibbie

Video: Up The Buff! Ep 1 'What is your childhood trauma?!' 90s Nostalgia Alert: Belfast Boys Buffy Binge by BigBadLlama

Video: Him-Slayer Sunday by Jane Talks Buffy

Video: Buffy the Unaired (and for good reason) Pilot : Toxic Rewatch by Lord Toxic

Video: We finished Season 3, let's talk about it! Buffy the Vampire Slayer by The Buff Summer

Video: S4E02: Living Conditions by One Girl in All the World

Video: Buffy 2.13 & 2.14 Surprise and Innocence by Jan Katz and Ryan Something

Podcast: If The Apocalypse Comes, Beep Me - TRAILER by The Final Pod TV

Podcast: Buffy the Vampire Slayer [movie] and What We Do In the Shadows with Angel Krause by Creepy and Geeky Presents

Podcast: BwB 102 - Arazmadus the Vampire by Beer with Buffy (also posted several other reviews)

Podcast: Bring on the Night S7 E10 (Buffy and the Art of Story Podcast) by Lisa M. Lilly

[Recs]

Fic rec: The Closing Distance by fluffernutter8 (buffy/Angel, T) recced by iwillrememberyoumarathon

[Fandom Discussions]

Nightmares Fashion Part One by theoverlookedoneedits1997

You ever stop to think about the fact that B is Faith's nickname for Buffy, like exclusively? by annieofhearts

Vampire Xander was just some guy by aphony-cree

Xander Harris Was The Worst Part Of 'Buffy The Vampire Slayer' by trealtox

Actually the craziest thing about buffy angel cordelia and spike is that they all choose the mission over each other every single time by watchriverdale

Spike a little gay ? continued by multiple posters

Rewatch thoughts and questions [Unleashed, Hellbound] continued by multiple posters

So let's talk about Rack.... continued by StateOfSiege97

Why Stakes? continued by multiple posters

"The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco" invitation by gimmesomespace

Angel and Cordelia's Love by Samravenclaw21

In 7X4 "Help" Buffy mocks the jock cult & misnames Blue Öyster Cult but in 7X6 "Him" she has their album Fire of Unknown Origin on the CD pile in her house by KneeHighMischief

Tara is top 5 characters in Buffy to this day by Senior-Leave779

Did you guys read Buffy as Bi in the show? by Valuable-Judgment602

Favourite character who suits this [bad guy / not bad guy] by Lady_borg

[Dark] Willow appreciation post by lexifer999

The new Bronze sign by BudHaven10

What was Buffy referring to? ["Killing people changes you"] by brwitch

spike could have saved dawn in 'the gift' if dawn hadn't wrecked it by Prestigious-Ear-3337

Jonathan by anthonycaruana

Did the Monk's implanted memories help humanize soulless Spike? by Flyestgit

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[olafsings]

Music History Today: June 14, 2024

June 14, 1961: Boy George was born George Alan O'Dowd in Kent, England. He was the frontman for Culture Club. The band's 1983 Colour by Numbers album sold over 10 million copies worldwide. Their hit singles include "Do You Really Want to Hurt Me", "Time (Clock of the Heart)", "I'll Tumble 4 Ya", "Church of the Poison Mind", and "Karma Chameleon.

[nintendroid]

With New Years around the corner, parties and dancing and all that fun stuff is on the agenda. Today, I'm going to unofficially DJ your party/gathering/dancing alone in your room.

This is The Party Zone - A soundtrack sold in the early/mid 90s featuring pop, dance-pop and eurodance songs. If you are old enough to remember the "NOW" or "Kidz Bop" music compilations from the 2000s, this is pretty much the same, except better music. At least to me.

This commercial always aired during USA Network's "Up All Night" show and the mixture of sleazy, neon B-movies and sugary sweet dance music was everything 9-year old me wanted in his life. It was a world I was way too young for, but a world I wanted to be a part of no less. Times change and I never got to experience that level of sleazy living in my adult years, but I have the music so I can pretend I did. Here's the best hits from The Party Zone.

Teena Marie - "Lovergirl"

New Kids On The Block - "You Got It (The Right Stuff)"

Technotronic ft. Ya Kid K - "Move This"

Ready for the World - "Oh Sheila"

SNAP! - "Rhythm is a Dancer"

Wham! - "I'm Your Man"

The Jets - "Crush on You"

Greg Kihn Band - "Jeopardy"

Culture Club - "I'll Tumble 4 Ya"

Hope you young'ns dig these grown folk jams and I hope you grown folks listen and get a smile on your face.

[cherrieslushiee]

Eheheh new hyperfixation after gettin a piss 5 hope you have fun with this one <333

[ourlordapollo]

I've had coffee, I'm hyperfixating, and I feel like infodumping about my Troupe Gramarye playlist and I don't care if anyone reads this

It's "listen in order" purely for energy flow; you can shuffle it without losing anything but vibes

Razzle Dazzle - Chicago OST

C'mon now. What was I gonna do, NOT put Razzle Dazzle on here? I thought it worked well as an overture bc it's about using, well, razzle dazzle to hide your shortcomings, using glamor to hide flaws.

How Bizarre - OMC

I just had this idea in my head of a touring Troupe Gramarye, before their fame, driving all around the US and having all sorts of misadventures. The idea charms me.

I'll Tumble 4 Ya - Culture Club

I'll be your baby, I'll be your score / I'll run the gun for you and so much more

Did he say "maybe," or "I'm not sure"? / He'll be a boy for you, but you need more

This song has Valant written all over it. The shit-talking, the boasting, the empty promises. I especially like it bc Zak is the one who ended up running the gun, so to speak. I like the idea that Valant is all talk and Zak is a man of action.

Two Princes - Spin Doctors

It's a song about a love triangle. What more can I say?

Okay, there's more to say. I had both Zak and Valant in mind when I put this on here; I like the idea that they both think of themselves as the underdog in their competition for Thalassa's affection.

Icarus- Bastille

Your hands protect the flames/ from the wild winds around you / Icarus is flying too close to the sun / and Icarus' life, it has only just begun / This is how it feels to take a fall / Icarus is flying towards an early grave

I put this song on here for Zak. He's a father, he dies before his time, and his last meaningful action is to protect Valant, even after Valant tried to screw him over.

Santeria - Sublime

Okay I mostly put this on here to add length, but I can justify it. Zak develops a problem with violence later in life. This is a very bitter song, and it makes me think of him embracing his anger and his resentment after he loses everything.

Lonesome Loser - Little River Band

Another one that reminds me of both Zak and Valant. Zak is a loser in that he experiences a great amount of loss in his life, but Valant is a loser in that he cannot win. He just can't win.

Rhiannon - Fleetwood Mac

As you may have ascertained, I was having a bitch of a time finding songs that suited Thalassa and Magnifi while simultaneously fitting the feel of the playlist. This song is here for Thalassa.

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

Pure self-indulgent Valant angst daydream material

The Tears of a Clown - Smokey Robinson

Another one I mostly added for padding. It carries the same general message of Razzle Dazzle, of hiding the truth behind flash. I think this one really embodies what went on after Thalassa was shot.

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) - Edison Lighthouse

I love Thalassa. I think she was deeply weird. Admittedly we don't get to see much of her personality, but the situation of being a magician's daughter with a lot of trauma and supernatural lie-detecting abilities really makes me think that she was an oddball, and I think that was what made her so charming. A real barefoot, dance out in the rain kind of person.

If It All Falls Down - Jimmy Buffett

If it all falls down, falls down, falls down / I have learned my trade from the inside out / I can strum real hard, I can play real loud / I can charm a crowd if it all falls down

Another self-indulgent add. I put this one on here for Magnifi, but also as kind of a Troupe Gramarye creed. Learn your trade from the inside out, never stay down.

Headstart- Jade Bird

Despite the mentioned love triangle, there's nothing to imply that Thalassa had any feelings for Valant at all. That being said, I like the idea of her playing kind of coy with Zak, wondering why he won't come and get her when he's so direct with everything else. It's a cute mental image, I think

I Hope You Dance - Lee Ann Womack

This one is for Zak and Trucy. He mentions to Phoenix that he felt like he really hurt her, and that makes me sad. It really seems like he was trying to do right by her, and I think he had big dreams for her.

The Scientist - Coldplay

More self-indulgent love triangle angst bait. Pick a direction.

Little Miss Magic - Jimmy Buffett

Zak and Trucy. But also. Magnifi and Thalassa.

Gramarye- Remy Zero

We move in its fire / (Show me a sign, fire underwater) / Speaking its flame (It speaks my name) / She proves (soon roll its teeth) the liar

"Hm I wonder if there are any songs on Spotify called 'Gramarye—'" OH HOLY SHIT

raindrops (an angel cried) - Ariana Grande

Another filler. I needed a slower song to transition into the end of the playlist and this one fits the bill. I associate this one with Zak losing Thalassa.

The Show Must Go On - Queen

The conclusion, basically restating the theme introduced in Razzle Dazzle and perpetuated throughout the playlist— whatever you're going through inside, put your makeup on and put on a show.

Fuck shit ass I accidentally put a poll in this dammit

[mannytoodope]

(Culture Club's I'll Tumble 4 Ya playing)

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: Raiding the Lab

During One More Hero Chapter 4, OMT!Tails was crawling through the vents of the Death Egg facility to find CR!Sonic, listening to the conversations taking place on the lower floors.

OMT!Tails: Sonic? Are you in here?

CR!Sonic: Shhhh!

OMT!Tails (whispering): Sorry.

He crawled next to CR!Sonic, being careful not to hurt him.

CR!Sonic: You good?

OMT!Tails: Yeah.

They listened in on a conversation Eggman Nega was having with the Head Scientist of his lair.

Head Scientist: Mr. Nega, sir? Look at this data. I'm sure you can understand it, but there are really good numbers...

Sonic caught sight of the below password as she typed it onto the computer, being pretty quick at remembering it off by heart just by observing the keystrokes.

Head Scientist: Um, sir? If we fire again this week, there could be a black hole all around the surrounding vicinity of the Death Egg from 3 miles around. You see this? And this? Those are multiple dimensions beginning to clash with each other.

This worried Tails, though CR!Sonic was casual about it being the usual stakes.

CR!Sonic: These are pretty standard superhero stakes. You get used to it. Now, watch this. He's gonna say "You have 5 hours"! Never changes!

Eggman Nega: You've got 30 hours to sort this out!

CR!Sonic winked to Tails with a smirk, knowing he wasn't TOO far off the mark.

Head Scientist: What this means is there could be a flat-out rupture to the space-time continuum.

CR!Sonic: Uh, okay, never mind. What she said just then is pretty bad. I was lying before. Alright, here's the plan... You wait here, I'll distract the scientist.

OMT!Tails: Right.

Head Scientist: Okay, hold on. Let me show you more of this data.

The two headed outside as Sonic slipped into the room. With nobody in the room, he started hacking into the scientist's computer as OMT!Tails readied his nanomachine suit and slipped in himself, with Mina having snuck in through the vents as well.

CR!Sonic: T-Tails! Get on the ground before we get caught!

OMT!Tails was about to, but found his hand was stuck to the ceiling.

OMT!Tails: Oh, crud... I can't get down!

CR!Sonic: Just calm down! B... Be in a moment!

OMT!Tails: I am in a moment; a pretty worrying one, at that!

Outside...

Head Scientist: I'm not refusing-.

Eggman Nega: Enough with the excuses!

Head Scientist: -I just need some more time.

Back inside...

CR!Sonic: Just... try to relax!

OMT!Tails: Relax. Okay...

He did some pretty familiar beatboxing to keep calm with.

CR!Sonic: Oh, boy...

And once he was calm enough, Tails realised he wasn't holding onto the ceiling now.

OMT!Tails: Uh oh.

He tumbled into one of the filing cabinets as it fell over.

CR!Sonic (facepalming): Kids... Just the worst.

Sonic noticed the head scientist turn back to the window, having heard the crash. Thankfully, the window type prevented her from seeing what had just gone on.

CR!Sonic: Tails? Er, where did you go?

OMT!Tails (invisible and whisper-yelling): I'm right here!

CR!Sonic: Where?

OMT!Tails: Right in front of you! Is a Sonic capable of turning invisible?

CR!Sonic: Not where I come from, at least. (marvelling) Heh, this is incredible. It's a bit like a fight-or-flight response!

OMT!Tails: What do you mean by-?

The Head Scientist started walking towards her office to investigate.

CR!Sonic: Okay, remember this password! Djinsacovuwrnufweui#a+21093y78414919825-!

[I literally came up with this ridiculous password on the fly. - PDS]

OMT!Tails: Slow down, Sonic! I need a moment to process it!

CR!Sonic: -And then download the schematics... while I turn on the charm.

OMT!Tails turned invisible as OMT!Mina snuck in. The Head Scientist walked into her office to see Sonic standing "casually" in her office with his arm on her desk.

Head Scientist: Sonic?

CR!Sonic: Oh, hey! Didn't see ya there!

Head Scientist: Okay! Wow... I'm actually freaking out a bit right now. You're supposed to be dead.

CR!Sonic: Surprise~!

She examined him more closely, coming to a better conclusion. She gasped in awe and did some closer looks, now laser-focused.

Head Scientist: This is fascinating!

She pinched his cheek with a rubber glove.

CR!Sonic: Okay, that's m'face...

Head Scientist: An entirely different Sonic the Hedgehog.

She bent down to poke CR!Sonic's stomach, whilst OMT!Mina snuck to OMT!Tails's position ready to help hack the system.

Head Scientist: Okay, a little bit of a gut there. Due to dimension warping, perhaps?

CR!Sonic: Er, yeah yeah yeah. I was flatter than this before I warped.

OMT!Tails started typing in the password; "Djinsacovuwrnufweui#a+..."

Head Scientist (to herself): Travel through the multiverse seems to be getting better, though it's yet to be perfected...

OMT!Tails: ("21093y784149198..." Oh, what were the last two digits?)

CR!Sonic had an idea, whistling to the Head Scientist to get her attention.

CR!Sonic: Hey, how old are you, by the way? 'Cause you don't look a day over 25.

OMT!Tails entered the last two digits, and it worked! He got to downloading the crucial data whilst CR!Sonic was pushed into a chair.

Head Scientist: Okay, this might sting a little.

Shackles went around CR!Sonic's wrists and ankles.

CR!Sonic: Ow! That hurts.

Head Scientist: I know. I just need to get a quick sample.

She used a tongue depressor in his mouth.

CR!Sonic: Yeah, okay.

She went to examine the sample she had just taken on a slide.

Head Scientist: Partial cellular degradation. I've never seen anything like this. And obviously, you must've been glitching.

CR!Sonic glitched a bit on cue, causing his arms and legs to come free from the shackles by accident.

CR!Sonic: Glitching? Nah. Why would you think that?

Head Scientist: If you stay in this dimension for far too long, your body will eventually disintegrate. Do you know how painful that would be, Sonic?

CR!Sonic: Uh, I dunno.

She chuckled with a sudden evil smile.

Head Scientist: You can't imagine. (weirdly intense) And I, for one, can't wait to watch!

CR!Sonic: Sorry, who did you say your name was?

Head Scientist: Head Scientist Zeel Windward.

She took off her disguise, revealing herself to be none other than... Zeena of the Deadly Six.

CR!Sonic: Can I assume that your friends call you Zeena?

Zeena: My friends actually call me "Green Z". My ENEMIES call me Zeena!

CR!Sonic blasted at the door's control panel to open it.

CR!Sonic: I've got this! You two, get moving!

Zeena: Just who are you talking to?

OMT!Tails and OMT!Mina began their escape, though Tails was hesitant to leave Sonic behind.

CR!Sonic: I got it handled, buddy! Everything's under control!

The two bolted it through the facility as red lights started blaring.

CR!Sonic: Okay, this is a little bit bad!

Zeena (off-screen): Oh, you're chatty!

The two continued their fight through a few laboratories, leading to... Well, why not let Sonic say it?

CR!Sonic: ...And this is the part where I'm losing the fight.

OMT!Mina caught CR!Sonic.

Zeena: Oh! You didn't tell me you had a couple of friends. Could you give me that USB stick back, young ones? It's proprietry!

The three slipped through a door into a cafeteria, full of different security guards.

CR!Sonic: Okay, wouldn't this be a good time to blend in?

OMT!Tails: Right. Selecting a sandwich...

OMT!Tails got a fairly big one from the side-bar.

Security Guard: Is that Sonic the Hedgehog?

OMT!Mina: Uh oh.

CR!Sonic: You know, it's funny. I get that a lot.

OMT!Tails: Uh, hey!

They all immediately pulled out guns (one being frustrated that they had to do so) as the trio bolted it.

CR!Sonic: Okay! Switcharoo time!

He passed the sandwich to Tails and Mina while he took the USB stick.

Security Guard 2: Hey! Hands up!

OMT!Mina: Sonic, wait up!

Security Guard 3: Get back here! Where do you think you're going?! He took a giant sandwich!

They slipped outside, as OMT!Tails lobbed the giant sandwich away before joining his friends. On the way out, said sandwich beaned a brown hedgehog square in the face.

"SANDWICH?!"

Outside the Death Egg...

CR!Sonic: Alright! Let's get going, guys! On me!

They started moving across the ocean to make their escape as numerous Badniks showed up. Tails quickly noticed Zeena following behind whilst levitating numerous snowballs.

OMT!Tails: Uh oh!

Zeena: Come back, young ones!

OMT!Mina: No time to think! Full speed ahead!

CR!Sonic began to guide OMT!Tails on how to get a good hold running on water.

CR!Sonic: Alright. Go with the feet AND the tails. Steady as you go, little dude.

Tails did just that, slowly but surely becoming a natural at it and doing it on his own.

OMT!Mina: You're doing it, Tails! Well done!

OMT!Tails: Sonic, I take back all the rough things I said about you before! You are amazing!

CR!Sonic: Heh, what can I say? We're a little team! Me as the teacher who can still do it, you as the student who can also do it, just not as good, and Mina as a partner who can do it too! I'm proud of us!

Suddenly, CR!Sonic glitched and tumbled onto Emerald Coast's beach as the other two came to a stop.

OMT!Tails: Sonic!

Zeena: Hahahahahaha! I've got you now!

And just as it looked like they were about to be doomed, a smaller blue streak sped by, dispatching of the snowballs.

OMT!Tails: What the...?

OMT!Mina: Who did that?

A Sonic about Tails's height landed on the sand, looking up at Zeena.

Mini Sonic: Man, what's with the snowballs, greenie? Winter already passed!

She growled, leaping down to attack him, only for him to dodge and spin-dash into her, surprisingly sending her careening right back to the Death Egg.

Mini Sonic: See ya, ma'am! Wouldn't wanna be ya!

OMT!Tails: Woah... Another Sonic? And this one's around my height? Heh, what a world- well, universe.

CR!Sonic popped out of the sand.

CR!Sonic: Man, that stung... Where did you come from?

Mini Sonic: I'm from another dimension. Like, another another dimension.

A Nokia phone landed with the other Sonic stuff in the pile.

"Okay, let's do it one last time, and cut to the chase."

A shot of Mini Sonic getting his shoes on is shown.

"I'm Sonic the Hedgehog! Well, arguably smaller than one would expect, of course, but I'm still the hero of my land. Pretty sure you know the rest by now. Freed my animal friends from robots, and fought my Robotnik a couple of dozen times by that point.

In my universe, it's constantly 1992 tops, and I'm pretty quick to leap into action! I like to chow on chilli dogs, and I like fighting robots. A lot."

Then cut to a shot of his game causing him to get a Time Over, even though the timer says 0:35!

"Well, I mean, I have fallen victim to getting knocked out every 10 minutes or so at West Side Island, even when I've already gotten past an area. Okay, so something weird happened earlier today. How I got here? It's a long story."

Cut to a shot of Mini Sonic flying out a portal and being bounced around Balloon Park.

"Er, okay, maybe not that long, then. But yeah, no matter how many times I get knocked about, I can definitely keep moving each time!"

OMT!Mina: Heh, for one of the alternate Sonics, you look so cute at that size!

Mini Sonic: H-Hey! I'm cool, not cute!

They suddenly heard laser shots coming.

CR!Sonic: We'll talk more in a moment! Let's get moving!

The others headed off as OMT!Tails looked on.

OMT!Tails: How many other Sonics are there?

CR!Sonic: Save it for SAGE or SHC, Tails.

OMT!Tails: SAGE? SHC? What are those?

Mini Sonic: Let's go, dude!

As lasers hit the sand, OMT!Tails was quickly pulled away as the Badniks departed.

NEXT POST

[roseyoori]

Just the Two of Us~ [peepaw Leo rottmnt x OC reader]

song: Just the Two of Us by Bill Withers

Chapter 1 Today was a busy in the NYC mutant clinic. Thursdays are building trashday and countless trucks park nearby for convenience in restock. By the time the sun peaks from the dense horizon of building rooftops it's usually 9 or so already. Unfortunately the price that comes with being different is while everyone wakes up at 9AM, your day started 14 hours earlier the night before and the appointments haven't stopped tumbling in since. The night meant minimal chances for human contact and a natural cloak of invisibility protecting your clients, doesn't mean no human activity afterhours though. Frankly in such a cramped city, you doesnt know how she still hasn't been popped for catering to the mutant above the surface. Right after handling the last blood test of the day, you checks your wristwatch.

"4 already! Wow." You puts away the blood test analysis and hollers to see if your assistant was still there. "Todd, you ready to go? Todd?" The capybara does an near perfect job, a friend of the gang with the hospitality and management skills for the position. You peaked in wondering why he wasn't responding to your calls, to find him with someone on the phone behind the counter. You managed to catch his friendly closing phrase before he hung up and turned to you.

"Sorry Doc, I just told them to come by since we weren't too busy anymore. What time is it?" "it's 4, Todd." "WHAAAAT?! 4 already??" he held his mouth. "Oh silly me. I forgot Do you think i should probably tell them to cancel?" "Well…did they say how far they were from here? I'm guessing it's not a regular huh?" The cappy checked his notes on the appointment form, "They said he had a mutant in need for a body check and they were nowhere near their regular physician and got our number from a yokai flyer." Your eyes grew slightly in surprise, "yokai flyers? the ones we printed and distributed for less than 2 weeks 5 months ago? how on earth do we still have them around?"

"They gave the name Casey." "Did they tell you where they were calling from?" Todd thought for a moment, "from a telephone booth. ya know, the one 5 blocks down?" You hummed in thought, you had to be somewhat careful about who knew and visited this location. Only a handful of humans know of the place, most of the rest came from mutants and yokai through word of mouth. But she decided to give it a go, "that should be fine, they should be here in 15 minutes. or 5 if they sneak over. I'll take from here, Todd." The elder creature raised a thick brow. "Are you sure? It's pretty dark out here and you're here alone." You chuckled lightly and gave him a pat. "I'll be fine, i'm a tough girl. besides, i have paperwork to keep me company. just tell the gang i might be a bit late to the party." It doesn't start until 6AM but you figured ending earlier could give you some time to dressup. so much for prepping.

After some remarks about overworking and not skipping meals, Todd gathered his things and skipped out the door, and it was you filling the paperwork. They say 3 in the devil's hour, when unexplainable things are most likely to happen. Your clock reads 4 now but it's all the same, you just feel a sense of tranquility when there's no one else around. 4:08. The ticking fills your ears as easing white noise, a sound of a few that embodied constance and strictness yet often leaves one anxious. It's times like these you enjoyed, like reminiscence, when you adjusted your glasses and reached for the retro-radio-speaker (of course not a real radio. its a bluetooth speaker), playing a soothing latenight 80s radio track. 4:15 the unsure clinkering of the doorbell alerted you to someone coming in.

"They told me they'll be open on the phone, but it looks pretty dead quiet." A young voice spoke, possibly a teen, this must be Casey. Followed by another deeper, gruffer, older and strangely familiar. "It's the dead of night, Case. Normal people would be asleep and I told you don't worry, kiddo."

"No way, you taught me to put my foot down. And i'm telling you we need you to get checked!" The older voice whined, "Why couldn't we wait till we get back to Donnie?" "Because you never do!" The two visitors scower around, they weren't used to the tidyness of a doctor's office, Casey especially since he's never had the pleasure having a normal experience that includes waiting with a seat and a comic book. You can tell he was sceptical and curious at the same time, weirdly peeping under and over and sideways up and down to find any indication of traps rigged. The old timer turtle on the other, was as cool as a fiddle with the whole scenario. Unlike the youngster of a different time, this Leo is still the same one who once ate pizza and played video games all day. Though he grew up with home remedies, this was not particularily unfamiliar per se. "Case, i know there's no one here but please don't embarrass me, bud." "I'd say you're the one acting strange here. Were'nt you the one who said you could never be too careful?" Casey huffed. He eyed the bell on the counter with suspicion, blown up intensely as he slowly lowering his finger on to the little button-top. He was half expecting some explosion of sorts to have been triggered, a ding rung and he shrunk back dramatically. Of course nothing happen. Leo rolled his eyes, he forgets sometimes that the sidekick had a messed up childhood, him partly to blame for his wary disposition now. "Just a sec!" Leo swore Casey almost jump up the counter. Casey almost peed his pants. Leo almost swore out loud, his old heart nearly had a heart attack. He wasn't expecting anyone to still be here, definitely not at this late hour. "Sit down for a sec, would you? I just have to pull these away." Look at them still startled, obeying this random voice from the back and plopping their butts on the cusioned seats. A minute or two later, they hear the voice approaching the counter front. "Okay~" you had the notes in your hand. "Tell me which one of you is Cas-"

Your eyes met. Those eyes can't be mistakened. That blue bandana. Those distinct red banana stripes. That sharp plastron contour.

There was no mistaking those eyes, the look of wonder and strangely…loving and familiar in you. What was this intense feeling in him? He can't remember having ever met you, then what was this lump in his throat? Your eyes had him locked.

That smile you had after might've just broken or casted a spell. "Why hello~" your voice sounded low. Cooing like a dove. Calm. Sweet. Steadying…. "Sorry but, have we met before~?" Instinctively you switched over to your flirty side, eager hand under your chin and winking, knowing full well you were still locking eyes.

to be continued~

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