#if i ever were to add onto these outfits / color them—

[suffarustuffaru]

part 192828 of sketches ill probs never color… anyway arc 7 au where the emilia camp actually wore different outfits after talking about how important it is to not be recognized in vollachia??? 😳😳😳😳

[rottencherrypie]

R-18+; The King's Whore (Thorin x Fem!Reader)

Summary - Before reclaiming Erebor, the king had propositioned you to become his personal whore, a proposition which was rather beneficial on both sides. However, it appears you have forgotten who owns you and now all of Erebor and its' visitors must know that you are the king's whore.

Warnings - Smut, afab reader, female reader, degradation, harassment, xenophobia (brief), possessiveness, teasing, slapping, choking, bodily fluids, unprotected sex, spanking (brief), kinda-dom!thorin(?),kinda-dom!reader(?), semi-public sex, being called a whore (an unhealthy amount of times), thorin whimpering, creampie, (brief) mention of a womb.

Pronouns & Pov - She/her, third-person-ish

Word Count - 4,100+

A/N - An old smut from my old Tumblr account, I honestly do not remember a single word I wrote back then...it's good to be back <3 (I swapped phones so I no longer have the collage I originally used with this, I will make a new one soon)

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It had been mere months since the painstakingly long journey to reclaim the kingdom of Erebor had come to fruition. The terrifying battle nearly took your lover and his beloved nephews from this realm but by the grace of the gods, you had managed to swoop in and save them one by one. The scars on your body, ranging from large to small were a reminder of how lucky all of you were to be breathing.

A soft smile graced your lips at the thought of each dwarf sleeping peacefully within the large stone walls, walls that shielded out everyone else except for you. You were the only exception when it came to humans, according to the company you had traveled with, all doubts had ceased to exist from their minds though you could not say the same for the rest of their people.

Some had shown you great hospitality, it often debated if it were for your association to the king or for your bravery on the battlefield, while others showed you relentless cruelty. Shared cruelty both you and a rather familiar she-elf had grown to endure, none thinking of how the pair of you had thrown your lives away for the safety of their people yet they were often quick to judge on how those who stood before you did nothing for those before them.

A sudden frown spread upon your lips at the sudden reminder of those awful words the pair of you were often called, many ranging from outrageous to simply hissing 'human' or 'elf' in your directions, though there was one supposed insult that always forced a knowing grin onto your soft lips. The king's whore.

Little had they known, you had earned this title far before you had stepped foot into Erebor. They would never know nor accept that it was the king's suggestion to aid him during his sleepless nights, to give him momentary relief up against a tree, or to share your tastes upon each other's tongue.

No, to them you corrupted their poor king the moment the battle was over for your selfish gain, many reminding you through a slum of insults they would never accept you and you would never be their queen. A title you did not care for and you could easily have cast away with a few words to your lover, as you had made clear to him and all of Erebor; the title of their queen was pathetic compared to being his whore.

Many believed being his queen would give them more power than some measly whore could ever gain yet here you were, sitting across some of the most powerful rules in middle earth as they sought out your opinion, a simple whore, to aid them for future conquests. On top of keeping the king's bed warm, you kept their kingdom and many other kingdoms safe yet no one would ever credit you with that.

"Is there anything you wish to add, Y/N?" The soft tone suddenly anchored you back to reality, a quiet hum escaping your lips as your eyes raised the rouge-colored fabric that hung loosely around your lap. The form-fitting outfit, one you had chosen to get a rise out of the dwarven king, a form of revenge for him leaving you craving his touch and taste all so he could go back to his pointless paperwork.

"If all is well with his highness, then I have nothing else to add." Your melodic words falling gracefully upon his ears, the corners of his slightly chapped lips turning upwards into a proud smile. "Then it is settled." The dwarven king announced, slamming his bare palm against the dark-oak table allowing the men to rise from their seats to commune with one another.

Many coming to his side to compliment him on retrieving his home, a compliment he often reflected onto you yet this time he didn't. As he glanced across the table, his calloused hand stretched out, prepared to introduce you in a way he often did, he noticed you were talking to another. Not just another dwarf, they knew better than to do so without his permission, but another man. This alone would be fine if you were not flirting with him!

The tips of your fingers softly kissing his lightly scar-tattered arms as your plump lips curved upwards into a smile, your jewel-colored eyes sparkling as you took in each boring word the man spoke. To the king's displeasure, you wrapped a soft palm around his upper arm and allowed a soft giggle to escape your lips, a similar action that had sparked his proposal for you to be his whore and only his.

"Excuse me." The muttered words barely caught his company's ears as he quickly rose, his limbs moving on their own towards your direction as the light behind his eyes quickly began to match the shade of your dress. "And that's when I-oh hello your highness," The male began, a knowing smile painted upon his lips. "I was just telling your whore about my latest journey." The words flying out of his mouth far too comfortably, the palm which loosely wrapped around his upper arm suddenly released whilst you backed away in disgust. How dare he call you that? Only your king could refer to you as such!

"I beg your pardon?" The words passing through the king's gritted teeth, though he was furious at you for flirting with another male, the rage he had felt when your title slipped through his lips was far more powerful. "Your whore, how much gold for a night with her?" A smug grin spread upon his grimy face, a grin he wished to wipe clean from his face with his sword. "My whore, is not for sale. She will not warm anyone else's bed other than my own." The low growl sending a sharp shiver down your spine, you could not deny the effect his possessiveness had upon you.

Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as the king inched closer to the lower-class male, eyes burning blazes far more powerful than Smaug's breath. "You shall refer to her as Y/N or her highness and only as such, the title of my whore is meant for myself and myself alone." His fingers tightly clung around his thumb, chest rising and falling quickly as his gaze burnt further holes into his competitor's skull. "If you wish to leave Erebor intact, I highly suggest you do so. Understood?" The opposite male quickly bobbed his head, face draining of all color the moment the king's harsh tone caught his ear.

"Good, now get out of my sight." And with those words, the male quickly scurried off leaving you with the fuming king. "Outside, now." Another low growl further dampened the undergarments that rested between your thighs. Without the chance to respond, he quickly dragged you out of the meeting halls without the notice nor the care of others around him.

"What did you think you were doing?" Hissing as he shoved you up against the cold stones, your words quickly catching in your throat as the glint in his eyes grew darker. "You know what, my whore? I simply do not care now, it appears someone has forgotten who she belongs to." The hot air on the nape of your bare neck forced you to swallow a mouthful of air, the burning fury within his ocean eyes furthering the lust you had towards him.

"No clever comment? Or are you too overwhelmed by your pathetic need to be full of cock already?" The sensation of his rough calloused hand inching up your thigh caused your breath to hitch in the back of your throat, your lust-filled eyes boring back into his enraged ones. "Thorin, we should stop. Someone could spot us-" "If they do let them watch, you are mine and all of middle earth will know it when I get done with you." The once silent halls filled with the sudden tearing of your panties, the damped fabric sprawled onto the murky ground beneath you.

A small pathetic gasp escaped your plump lips as his fingertips grazed your sensitive clit, excruciatingly sensitive due to his highness's neglect towards it in favor of his work. "Look at you, so responsive already. Such a good whore for me." A proud smile spread upon his lips as a singular thick finger traced a path down your drenched cunt, the very tip slowly delving inside of your soaked walls before slipping away.

An irritated sigh slipped through your lips as you attempted to lower yourself down upon it, your movements quickly stalled by his harsh grasp digging into your left hip. "Ah, ah, ah." He tutted pulling his finger further away from your soaked cunt. "Only good whores get pleasure, have you been a good whore?" "I always am-ah!" A harsh thwack against your clit forced your entire body to tremble. "Wrong answer." His cock stirring against the tight fabric he called trousers at your pathetic whines.

The continued thwacks against your sopping pussy echoed throughout the empty halls, soft whines and desperate pleads filled the king's ears amongst his torturous touches. "Oh please, your highness! I'll do anything you desire, please use me. I need it so badly." The pathetic excuse for words choked out of your swollen lips, each thwack digging your teeth further into the tip of your upper lip. "Anything?" A mischievous smirk spread upon his lips, your neediness was a sight, a rare one yet one he adored more than any treasure in all of middle earth.

The blur of your beautiful hair caught his eyes, he had trained you to be his perfect cock whore so well. "Face the wall, legs spread wide." His hot breath was suddenly removed from your neck as he backed away from you. "Now." His command jolted you up from the wall, legs trembling in an attempt to keep you steady as you quickly spun around.

"Such a good little whore." He hummed lowly while he kneaded your plump arse. "My good little whore." The soft tickle of his beard against your neck allowed a small giggle to slip between your lips. Finally, you were getting what you wanted. Arching your back downwards, you pressed your covered arse further into his calloused palms receiving an appreciative groan from him. "Needy today, aren't we?" Though you could not see it, you could feel the smile upon his lips due to the amusement dripping from his words.

"I am always needy for you, my king." A silent whine disrupting your words as the king's rough hands roamed beneath your skirts, a harsh thwack on your plump arse forced a choked moan out of your lips. "Must you tease me?" You whined slightly louder than desired, all care you had for getting caught slowly inching out of your mind as you thought of the inches between the king's legs.

"Patience, my dear whore." The king hummed lowly as his hands continued to further explore your desperate form, gliding over each curve and ounce of your body. Each bump and rough patch of skin received a momentary hover of the king's hands, some ounces in small circles, before gliding to the next mass of flesh, admiring and loving each scar and imperfection your body held.

Though it typically warmed your heart knowing how much his highness adored you and the things you have done for him, now was not the time you wanted him to be gentle with you nor receive any praises from him. You needed him badly, you needed him now.

Further pressing your plump arse into his large palm, you slowly began to roll your hips in a desperate attempt for him to gift you with any form of pleasure. "You know you want to." The words dripping with lust, your low sultry tone causing his aching cock to twitch against those damn restraints he called trousers.

"Is that so? What else do I want to do, if you are so clever?" As you opened your mouth to answer his inquiry you felt the sudden shift of your skirts going upwards. "Go on, whore. Speak." "I-oh fuck!" Your attempt to form words dying off on your tongue at the sudden pressure between your legs, the tip of his throbbing cock slowly pressing into your soaked cunt without fair warning.

A small gasp of pleasure escaping your lips as his throbbing cock continued to push further inside of you, the gentle stretch of your walls allowed your eyes to loop upwards into your skull. "Shit, Thorin." The pathetic little mewls from his pulsating cock deep within you sounded more heavenly than any instrument's tune before, a pleased grin spreading upon his lips as he bucked his hips upwards allowing his cock to further stretch out your soaking cunt.

"Such a good little whore, taking all of me so easily." The muttered words against your neck sending a shiver down your spine, the soft tickle of his beard against your bare neck was accompanied by gentle nips at the curve of your soft neck. The bucking of his hips stalled at a gentle pace allowing you time to adjust to the heavenly stretch inside of you, each fiber of his being burning as he restrained himself from further carving his cock inside of you.

The attempts to allow you to adjust quickly failed as you backed your hips against his, your soaking cunt squeezing around his throbbing cock with each movement. "Fuck." He groaned tilting his head backward, eyes closed at the heavenly sensation as his hands roamed up your body before resting snugly around your throat.

Your eyes widening at the gentle pressure that surrounded your neck, the warmth which radiated off of his palms soothing the faint bite marks given mere moments before. "Be a good whore and stay still." The roughness in his voice further drenching your aching cunt, a tone you had heard once before he pulled out of you and left you there, desperate and begging for the smallest touch from him.

The squelch of your drench cunt accompanied the sound of skin slapping against each other throughout the stone halls, your pleased moans ever so slightly muffled by the king's hands clenching around your throat. The pair tightening as his movements grew faster, his cock hitting the most sensitive spots deep within you with every stroke.

Though he was not mighty when it came to his height, his cock was far different, much larger and thicker than you had ever dreamt of. The faint sting of it stretching you out upon entrance far too heavenly for words to describe, a statement you had once told him only to be met by his mocking as you sobbed on his throbbing cock that very night at the intensive stretch he gave you.

"So fucking tight, so tight for me." He growled lowly into your ear as the thrusts of his hips became harder and quicker, your hands desperately clawing against the smooth walls as each rough thrust further carved his cock into your inner walls. "All for you, Thorin." The words choked out weakly as your eyes looped upwards within your skull, your mouth agape as each thrust allowed a moan to escape.

"Who's pussy is this? Fucking say it." Another low growl greeted your ease whilst he rammed his cock deeper in your depth, hitting the most sensitive part of your core with each powerful stroke. "It's your pussy, Thorin. It's all yours." You sobbed loudly, a familiar tingling spreading up from your toes throughout your entire body as a knot formed within the pit of your belly.

"What was that, whore? I couldn't hear you!" The pressure against your neck slightly eases before a harsh thwack fell upon your arse, your body jolting forwards at the sudden sensation as a whimper suddenly left your lips. "You own my pussy, Thorin!" You yelped out, your loud cries bouncing throughout the large halls. Any concern of your peers hearing your slutty cries melted out of your pleasure-filled mind, your only thoughts on how harshly the king was treating your pussy. The knot within your stomach tightening further, your cunt clenching around the massive cock buried within you.

"AH!" His rough thumb began toying with your throbbing bundle of nerves, his animalistic thrusts refusing to ease up on your beaten pussy as your body trembled before him. Sweaty palms gliding down the cold walls, back arched further towards him as his calloused hand clenched tighter around your throat. "Fuck, I can't." You choked out another whine as both of his movements became sloppier, soft grunts escaping his lips as your pussy began to pulsate around his swollen cock.

"Cum." He commanded lowly, his hips beginning to burn at the pace of his animalistic thrusts. Each thrust ramming his cock at the most sensitive spot in your body, his thumb perfectly circling the tense bundle of nerves between your legs. "I can't." He snarled at your pathetic whine, the circles from his thumb quickly removed by a harsh smack against your throbbing clit.

"I said fucking cum, whore! Do it, cum for me. Now!" A loud yell escaping your lips as your body trembled, the static sensation spreading upon your body as the knot within your belly finally burst. His sturdy hand moving from your clit to your chest to keep your trembling form steady whilst you gushed around his cock, a proud smile spread upon his lips as his thrusts began to slow. "That's a good whore, cumming for her king." He cooed softly, his hand moving from your neck to caress your cheek whilst your walls fluttered around him.

The cool air filled your lungs as your gasps returned to steady breaths, your tense shoulders slumping towards your sides as a blissful look spread across your face. "I've got you." His words came out as a soft chuckle as he pressed a gentle kiss upon your neck, a soft nod of the head signaling him you were prepared to go again.

"Are you sure, Y/N? You nearly collapsed there." The back of his rough hand gently caressing your cheek. "Please, Thorin. You need your release as well." A mischievous smile spreading upon your lips, without warning you began to move forwards before lowering yourself back down on his length allowing a bliss-filled moan to slip through both of your lips.

The temporarily silent halls quickly filled back with the sound of skin slapping against each other yet again, the much softer rhythm accompanied by the faint moans from the king. "Fuck, you feel so good." He moaned into your ear as you met his soft thrusts by pushing your ass further against him, the hands which once held your neck now squeezing one of yours and gripping the flesh on your hip.

Each throb and thrust allowed your body to tremble, the aftershock of your orgasm still rang fresh throughout your body. His thrusts slowed down in speed as he squeezed your palm tightly, eyes glued shut allowing him to further absorb the sensations of your squelching pussy.

"You fuck me so good, my king." You cooed, squeezing his palm back as you further bounced yourself on his cock knowing well he was not short from falling into the depths of his pleasure, the slow teasing circles your hips would trace whilst on the base of his cock sent a loud groan throughout the halls.

"Fuck, Y/N. If you keep that up I'll-" A soft whimper slipping through his lips as you released his hand from yours, both palms planted firmly on the wall as you continued to ram yourself back against his throbbing cock. "Do it, my king. Cum for me." The sight of your arse bouncing upon his cock and your encouraging words almost too much for the lust-stricken king.

His sturdy arms wrapping around your waist tightly as he held you steady, his pace gradually picking up as his whimpers rang throughout Erebor. "Fuck, I want to fill you up so badly." His whines in your ear were your favorite tune, much like your desperate moans and whimpers to him, it was one no instrument could compare to nor recreate.

"You want to fill up your whore's pussy? Would that make my king happy?" You hummed out softly between moans, the heavy slap of skin against each other speeding up as he bobbed his head against your neck. "Please." His pathetic little whines making your pussy flutter around him, a single hand trailing down back towards your cunt and greeting your bundle of nerves yet again.

"Then do it, your highness. Fill me up with your cum." The moment that heavenly tune left your lips he began to plow into you faster, sweat glistening upon his forehead as his thumb swirled around your sensitive bundle of nerves, desperate to get one more orgasm out of you during his own.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" The loud cries of the king ringing out throughout his kingdom as his grip around your waist tightened, his body slumping further into yours as his hips bucked roughly into yours, his thumb still twiddling around that sensitive bundle of nerves he adored so deeply bringing you to yet another blinding orgasm.

White-hot ribbons painting the deepest depths within your womb, the overwhelming sensation of being filled to the brim made your nails puncture his toned arms. A soft hiss escaped his lips at the new puncture wounds, ones he would later claim he received during battle, and hoped the stirring of his cock would not give the truth away.

Trembling bodies clinging onto one another tightly, your nails still digging into his toned flesh while your lips curved up into a looped smile. "Thank you." He muttered softly, kissing the nook of your neck between pants for the cooling air. "Anytime, my king." You cooed happily, glazed-over eyes staring back at one another as your soft lips met his.

A tender moment erasing all images of the day before from both minds, simple orgasmic peace within you was all the new king needed in these silent moments, moments he wished he wasn't required to end. "Ready to return to our guests, my whore?" He hummed softly, pulling his softened cock out of your warm depths. A soft disappointed whimper escaped your lips at the sudden departure, wishing to have nothing more but a few more moments or hours with him.

"If it were up to me, my king, we wouldn't return till neither of us could walk." The soft mutter barely catching his ear, your attention now focused on fixing your disheveled appearance before facing the men in the other room. "After this, you will have me all to yourself until the next full moon." His lips gracing yours again for another few blissful seconds, the soft sensation easing all tension and worries from your body.

"I suppose I can bear with our guests for a few moments longer." A pleased smile creeping up onto your face causing the king to shake his head, both knowing well this would not be the first outburst towards him.

"Come along then." The sturdy thumps of his heavy boots ringing throughout the halls as you walked by his side, hands tightly wrapped around the other. "Oh, and before I forget." Pausing a few feet from the large metal doors in front of you, watching curiously as his opposite hand delved into his furs. "Remember, I own you, whore." Your body froze seeing your soaked panties in his clutches, a mischievous glint sparkling within his ocean orbs whilst he quickly tucked it away.

The soft clicks of his boots brought you out of your shocked daze alongside the sudden trickle of cum rolling down your inner thighs, a heavy heat quickly burning beneath your cheeks as you rushed after the mischievous king. "Thorin! Give those back to me this instant!" Your yells bouncing off the walls whilst you attempted to grab within his robes, his amused chuckles only fueling your desperate attempts to cover your bare cunt.

"You said it yourself, my lovely whore. I own your pussy and as the owner of it, I want it bare at all times." The smug grinning king pressed a soft kiss upon your cheek before waltzing into the meeting room ever so calmly as if him pounding into you mere moments ago was simply a figment of your imagination, you trailing close behind him with your gaze pointed towards the floor.

His hot cum further staining your inner thighs as you took your spot next to him, a calm smile spread upon your lips as you remembered his words. 'you will have me all to yourself until the next full moon.' How he would regret his actions at nightfall, if he wished to play dirty you could as well.

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[katanablue]

Hey 👋 sorry forgot to put it in the ask box but here it is.

April who has a niece who is very innocent and soft spoken who also wears pink and blue frilly outfits that Leo can’t help but crush on her because she is so cute especially when the reader herself has never been in a relationship because of her shyness and Leo wants to be her first and last relationship. He ends up telling her that he wants to marry her someday.

Please and thank you 🙏

Warnings: romance, fluff, very minor suggestiveness

There was something about you that Leonardo couldn’t quite put his finger on, something that made his heart ache with the dire need to protect you from the ugliness of the world.

It certainly didn’t help that you had this sort of shy innocent aura about you, the way your eyes would blink in awe and wonder, whenever Donnie showed you his latest invention or when Mikey would display the latest trick he learned on his skateboard.

Even Raph couldn’t help the snort of amusement whenever your soft spoken voice praised him when he finished recalling a story about his Nightwatcher days or when he demolished yet another training dummy.

To add in to Leo’s strange infatuation with you, you always wore either these pink or blue outfits adorned with frills, as if they added to your wholesome demeanor. Be it skirts, dresses, shorts, blouses or even a tank top, something on you always had a frill of some sort and Leo wanted nothing more than to grab the fabric between his three fingers and rub it between them. Especially when the blue was a particular shade nearly similar to his mask color.

All these things yet it never truly occurred to the terrapin that he could possibly have a crush on you.

No because you were April’s niece; so sugary sweet once you opened up to them in due time, your innocence beaming onto Leo and his brothers like a beacon of light in their mostly dark world.

Leo suppresses his steadily growing feelings for you by focusing more on his training, making sure his brothers are in tip top shape, maintaining a proper and civil relationship with you whenever you came down to visit them.

But it proved to be more difficult the more he saw you. For he wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, take you to the rooftop and cradle you under the moonlight while whispering sweet nothings against your ear.

What the leader in blue didn’t know is that you harbor the same feelings back, however are way too painfully shy to ever say anything about it. Not to him at least.

Imagine Leo’s surprise when he stops by April and Casey’s one night to pick up a book that she recommended for him, Casey not present, and before he makes his presence known, hears a conversation going on between the two of you.

“I just… I don’t know, Aunt April.” You mumble while playing with your fingers, gaze cast downward.

From Leo’s place on the balcony, he can see the two of you sitting at the kitchen table with your back to him, April seated a bit sideways but still facing you.

“How long have you felt this way about him?” April asks you gently.

You shrug, still occupied with your hands.

“Awhile. But I could never say anything to him.”

Him? Who’s him?

“Well why not? You never know, he could feel the same way towards you.”

Leo almost laughs at the adorable way you scoff and roll your eyes but stops himself from doing so when the thought of someone else being yours overtakes it.

“Even if he did I’d have no idea how to act. Surely there’s no way Leo would wanna be with someone who has no experience whatsoever…”

Now that makes his heart stop and then rapidly speed up. Him? Your crush was on… him?

Your statement makes April snort, her hand coming out to place a comforting touch on your knee. She gives you a sympathetic smile along with a tender squeeze.

“I mean, not to sound like that but guarantee that Leo nor his brothers have had any sort of experience.” She chuckles and leans back in her chair.

Ouch. True, but ouch.

“I think you should tell him! Because even if he doesn’t reciprocate, which he will, it’s good practice for you to get out your shell. No pun intended.”

Has he been that obvious with his feelings for you? And he thought he was doing such a good job at hiding them. What’s the point of being a ninja if you can even mask your feelings for someone…

“Trust me, honey. Raph told me last time I was down in the Lair with you guys.”

Both your and Leo cheeks flush furiously, the turtle trying to remember what exactly he did the last time the two of you were down with them for Raph to pick up on his crush on you.

Then again, his hot headed brother is the most perceptive out of all of them.

Leo decides to wait a few minutes before tapping his knuckles on the window, the little jump you make followed by the comically wide eyed expression you put on makes Leo just want to scoop you up and tell you that he feels the same. But he decides to keep his lips sealed for a little while longer, at least until he can get you alone and properly confess his feelings.

Because he wants to engrave into your pretty little mind that he will be your first and most certainly last relationship.

He makes pleasant chitchat with you and April after she hands him the book, trying to subtly display his crush on you by maintaining proper eye contact and even standing just a smidge closer to you before bidding his farewells and heading back towards the window.

He turns around one last time, looking at April and then to you. He throws you a soft wink, hating that he can’t see your reaction for he swiftly bolts out after doing so. He doesn’t miss the sharp inhale you take from your nose however, that small noise boosting Leo’s ego immensely.

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It’s nearly a week later when you finally come back to visit them, Leo’s little stunt having made you short circuit and causing April to comfort you while trying to hold back her own smile.

Leo lets himself grin big when you step into the main area of the Lair, once again dressed up in what he’s come to realize is his favorite blue skirt decorated with frills. He can’t help but let his eyes roam over your legs, picturing you draping them across his lap while he runs his fingers up and down—

“Yo Leo! Your girlfriend wants to talk to ya!”

Oh he could smack Raph upside the head for that comment, your hand flying to cover your mouth from his blunt attitude. Raph however, is tired of seeing the two of you dance around each other and if he has to light the match to get flame going then so be it.

Leo makes his way to you, sheepish smile on his lips and extends his hand to give an apologetic touch. It isn’t out of the ordinary for him or you, but given the new information you’ve both acquired, there’s an underlying sense of something else to it.

“You wanted to talk?” He lets the tips of fingers trail down the length of your arm as he pulls it away.

“Oh! Um, yes.” Your hands come together to twist and tug, the sudden wave of nerves hitting you all at once. Leo knows he has to take initiative but he lets himself bask in that cute bashful expression upon your features, the way your lips open and close to try and start your sentence but never even getting a peep out.

“How about we move this conversation somewhere else?” He suggests gently, nudging his head towards a vague direction. You silently thank him for taking the lead, offering a faint smile and lowering your hands down. You end up walking side by side towards the tea room he and Splinter often spend time in. Leo allows his hand to brush delicately against yours as you walk, side glancing you every time he does so to see those faint quirks of your lips go upward.

God he wants to hold your hand so bad but he restraints himself, not wanting to overwhelm you especially when you haven’t even confessed yet.

He motions for you to sit first with a sweep of his arm. You fold your skirt under your thighs before sitting down, looking up when Leo asks if you want a cup of tea before talking.

“It’ll help calm your nerves.” He jokes softly, happy when you agree.

When the tea’s done, he sets the cup in front of you, a comforting touch on your shoulder before he goes to sit across from you. The silence is peaceful, both of you blowing air to cool down your drinks before taking a sip. You hum in delight, closing your eyes as the earthy flavors blend on your tongue and the temperature pleasant on your throat. Leo clears his own and sets his tea down, sitting on his knees and resting his palms on his thighs.

“So,” he starts. “You wanted to speak with me?”

The nerves churn in your stomach and your palms come to circle around your hot cup, the burn doing just enough to steady you.

“Um, yeah I did.”

You can do this. Just say it! Say you like him! Take the plunge!

“I—“

“I like you.”

You blink in surprise, eyes going wide at Leo’s sudden confession. Once again your mouth parts, quiet intakes of breath passing in and out as you try and conjure up a sentence. Your fingers tap against the cup as you attempt to unscramble your brain, his sentence making you lose all sense of thought. He patiently waits for you, unable to prevent his smile from forming as he takes in your shocked expression.

“Sorry—“

“I like you too,”

Your voice is quiet, nearly a breath of a whisper but he heard you.

You surprise yourself when you blurt out the secret that’s been on your mind from the moment you met Leonardo, but you feel so much lighter when the confession leaves your lips.

Leo gets up from his spot and sits next to you, taking your hands in his and bringing them close to his plastron. Your heart picks up speed, doing your best to keep your focus on him but ultimately you look away from his gaze. Leo lets go of one of your hands to turn your face back to him, letting his fingers linger on your jaw.

“I,” you flex your fingers in his hold, “I really like you. A lot.” Even when you murmur, it makes his heart skip a beat.

“I really like you too. A lot.” He chuckles, scooting an inch closer so that your knees touch. “I promise to take care of you. To love and cherish you until my very last breath.”

You grin at him, laughing softly at his declaration.

“You sound like you’re saying vows.” You tease.

“Do I? Consider it practice since I want to marry you someday,”

Leo’s confidence is something that attracted you in the first place. But his statement nearly takes your breath away.

“Marry me?” You whisper in disbelief.

He gives a single nod, leaning in close to brush his lips against your cheek.

“Marry you.”

His kiss on your skin makes you feel golden, breathless and lightheaded all at the same time. Your smile is one for the books, cheeks nearly reaching your eyes when he pulls back to admire your love struck gaze.

“Can I kiss you?”

It would be a first for him and certainly for you, but you can’t think of someone better than to share this experience with.

“Please.” You mouth happily, pressing your lips together in excitement when his touch on your jaw shifts to take hold of your chin.

It’s featherlight his kiss, Leo not wanting to overwhelm you but after a few seconds even the ever patient pristine ninja can’t help but press his mouth ever so slightly harder against yours.

He’s pleasantly surprised when you try to part you lips to feel him more.

He wants to ravish you, skim his mouth over every inch of your body, touch you wherever he can and taste you—

He pulls back at his intrusive thoughts, chuckling in embarrassment when he feels the beginnings of arousal form within himself like some kind of pre teen.

Your eyes open to find his brown ones staring intently, his grip on you tightening a bit. His tongue peeks out to run over his teeth, another bashful laugh sounding in your ears.

“If you’re comfortable, we can take this to my room? Talk more about us and maybe…?”

He knows he’s being cheeky, the tilt of his head says enough. But when you flutter your pretty eyes at him, letting your perfect lips shape into that ‘o’, he knows that you’re going to have him wrapped around your finge until the end of time.

[dragonshoard]

My head is STUCK on blue bird!Jinx AU with the new season coming out (if anyone remembers from WAY WAY back).

Summary for people who have no idea what tf I'm talking about: Basically, Powder dies via Silco the night Vander dies. She's revived by Janna (wind spirit god who is a guardian deity of Zaun) and proceeds to spend x years getting up to international hijinks. Powder/Jinx (she goes by both) remembers nothing of her past and is spirit blessed with the ability to turn into various forms of birds.

I had a picture of her a while back but I'm probably going to be changing her outfit and hair. I'm not fond of the top I gave her anymore. Also, she has so many tattoos. So many.

I've added to the AU since I last spoke about it:

Jinx is a magical conduit - not quite a mage, or a witch, but someone who is capable of using magic without generating it herself. She gets power from the Spirit Gods and Runeterra. It is also what is keeping her alive so if she's ever drained she will die :D

Her abilities/magic is very similar to Janna's in that, naturally, she has healing, shielding, and some control of wind. To do anything else the magic would have to go through specific runes, though it costs significantly more to do so (draining her faster). Her only other natural ability is her transformation, though certain transformations drain her more (big bird, for example)

Otherwise, she still loves her pistol and ALSO has a fondness for knives and never has less than ten on her person.

Jinx has a few titles, but her main one is "Storm Priestess". She is quite literally a religious leader and is treated as such. There are rules she has to follow, and if Janna tells her to jump - she will LEAP

Her hair is much more elaborate in this AU as it's used to enhance and add to the array of runes tattooed onto her skin. It's still in two braids (typically - specific circumstances may have her wearing more), though with threads of brightly colored yarns and engraved silver/copper/iron metal running through it. I'm going to playing around with the following concepts (don't look too deeply at the colors, just the patterns/styles/accessories):

Zaun and Piltover are bordered by Noxus and Shurima, so I'm going to go ahead and assume Piltover and Zaun's first generations were largely immigrants from Noxus and Shurima (and possibly Demacia). I'm assuming Shurima had the largest population as Zaun was once part of the Shuriman empire. However, as a note, Zaun and Piltover are largely mixing pot nations due to the nature of them being port cities with vast trade systems.

In this AU, Jinx and Vi's facial features are very region typical for specific parts of Shurima. Great-grandparents were immigrants to Zaun.

Jinx has political ties to three (I'm including the Undercity here) nations: Shurima, Zaun, and Piltover. Her religious leader position grants her relatively high status/respect and a voice in all three nations; however, her connections with Silco in Zaun and Caitlyn in Piltover also give her some additional legitimacy.

Shurima is currently heavily divided and largely in ruins. However, with the rise of Azir the empire is slowly rebuilding. They were once a very prosperous and rich culture, so its implied that there will be a resurgence of that golden era. Her involvement in a certain conflict will grant her status with the empire where most followers of spirit-gods wouldn't have. There will be conflict there, but as I understand it Azir is largely seen as a benevolent dictator. I'm not 100% sure what his perspective is on spirit-gods, but I'm going to assume he isn't the ungrateful sort.

In terms of relationships...

Jinx has a very close relationship with Caitlyn. They've known each other since Jinx was about 13 and have been friends since. Caitlyn has considered adding Jinx to the family registry for both political and personal reasons. Caitlyn is a bit more familiar with Zaun in this one, as she's spent a number of years exploring Zaun pre-independence and learning the culture. Also has more political savy.

Vi is in Stillwater for at least 2 more years than in canon.

As mentioned before Viktor and her are good friends in this one but she's gonna get nervous when he starts poking at the arcane in a very unsanctioned way (and I mean her as a person, not her as a priestess - the spirit gods and spirits are quiet about his actions for now).

I'm thinking about how to integrate parts of season 2 into this AU. There will be a period of time in which Jinx will be unable to return to Zaun due to conflict in parts of Shurima, so I'm thinking that this is when the conflict between Zaun and Piltover starts to boil over. I'm thinking a situation in which Piltover and Zaun sign a formal declaration of independence but problems begin to boil over due to foreign and domestic issues. Not 100% on whether or not Caitlyn's mom dies in this one, but there is a chance of it.

I'm also not sure how much I'm going to keep to the "magic leads to destruction" angle the show is starting to go towards. Pending! Right now Jinx is very pleased with the progress of hextech and chemtech so far in the shows. Some things are subject to change as Arcane season 2 progresses :D

[actiniumwrites]

𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

synopsis: it’s ayato’s birthday and all he can hope for is for you to finally go out on a date with him. 

character(s): ayato x gn!reader 

wc: 838

warnings: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, the ending is happy i swear 

notes: i think this is the first birthday fic i’ve ever written for a genshin character lmao. honestly i keep forgetting their birthdays until it’s too late so i’m glad i remembered his was sometime in march. anyway, i’m pretty happy with how this one turned out. happy birthday to the better kamisato sibling! jk jk...unless 👀

Three knocks sound at the door to Ayato’s office.

It snaps him out of the flow of work he’s been sucked into for the past — wait. How many hours had it been? He sighs as he realizes he worked for way too long again and sets down his fountain pen, stained with black ink as a few drops escape onto the paper below it.

You come waltzing in a few moments later.

“Apologies, my lord.”

“What for?” he asks curiously. All the while he’s assessing what you’re wearing. It’s a nice outfit, one that looks well fit for a night out — a date perhaps. He notices the colors you’ve chosen to wear, the ones you always looked best in. You were even wearing the bracelet he had gifted you for your birthday last year. The sides of his lips tug ever so slightly as he spots it on your wrist.

“For one, arriving back to the estate so late,” you begin sheepishly, hoping to stay out of trouble,” and two, for coming in without waiting for a response. The lights appeared to be off and I was concerned you had fallen asleep while working again.”

Ayato clears his throat and averts his eyes. Although, he’s not sure if the reason he did it is because something was in his throat or because jealousy was beginning to creep up on him.

“That’s alright, [Name],” he says softly. You don’t miss the sadness in his voice as he continues, “So, who was the lucky guy this time?”

The only light that seemed to keep the room from being in complete darkness was the little oil lamp that was lit at the corner of his table. Your eyes widen slightly, but not enough for him to see.

“Oh, I wasn’t—“ you start, flustered by his assumptions. It was true, you had been going out on dates, but you hadn’t gone on one tonight.

“Hey,” he half whispers with a smile, “I was only kidding.”

But you know he isn’t.

You stare at him in disbelief before scoffing and reaching for something behind you. Soon enough, a pale blue gift bag made its way into his vision as you carried it to his desk. It’s not just any shade of blue he notes, it’s his favorite shade.

“I was out getting you this,” you quietly admit, “Happy Birthday, my lord.”

Ayato glances between you and the bag before back to you again, “Please, I’d really prefer it if you would just call me Ayato.”

Your heart speeds up, but you don’t say anything. You honestly weren’t sure what you could say to it. You were his personal assistant who worked alongside Thoma. To call him by his last name would mean you meant something far greater to him than you ever could’ve imagined.

“I…how did you manage to get these? Thank you,” he says in disbelief as he finishes opening the gift. It’s an expensive pair of gloves, ones he had been wanting for ages. They never seemed to be in stock, yet here they were, sitting carefully in his bare palms.

“I spent all day getting the store’s clerk to get them for me. You have no idea the hassle I went through to get my hands on these,” you faintly laugh for a few seconds. It fades out as you remember his melancholic expression earlier. “It was certainly no date,” you add quietly.

“I apologize. It was wrong of me to have assumed,” he says sincerely.

“It’s alright. I would never go on a date today anyway…not on your birthday.”

“Even if it was with me?” he asks with a smile. Your words are once again caught in your throat as you fail to answer him. You realize he’s being just as genuine with his question as he was with the apology.

In reality, the only reason you had been going on dates were to try to erase your feelings for him. He was your boss and you felt it would be inappropriate to harbor such feelings for a man like him, with his status and all.

“Well I—” you stutter out. You don’t even finish your sentence before he’s walked around his desk and right in front of you. He pulls your hands into his and brings you closer to him.

“Please don’t tell me I’ve been reading into this the wrong way,” Ayato says, his tone dropping back into a whisper, “Please tell me you really do have feelings for me.”

It takes you a second, but you nod. Your eyes are on his and you’re smiling. A deep breath escapes him and he’s laughing with relief. But more than anything else, he’s smiling brighter than you’ve ever seen him smile before.

His eyes glance to the tiny clock in the corner of the room before he’s looking at you again, “If you don’t mind granting me one more birthday wish, would you let me take you out tonight?”

“Of course,” you say, “Happy Birthday, Ayato.”

[myreitha]

Costume time!

Okay, you know what, I want to share this process and I've chosen y'all to suffer with me.

SO! A friend of mine doesn't have a spooky show to produce this year, and so is putting all his energy into a cool-ass halloween event (Fancy paper invites, puzzles to solve, challenges, games, seances, etc). The whole thing is themed around this fake secret society that we're all now part of, and the dress cose and we're being encouraged to come up with cool fancy clothes/outfits to match the theme to come in. Best description I can come up with for this theme is "Fancy witchy-vampire" (Like, think VtM, but witchier). THAT SAID. I'm still out of a job, so, I've got to be strategic. AND I've got the itch to make things. Even better. (More past the cut!)

I don't have photos for a lot of these earlier decisions and stages, sorry. BUT I go through my closet and costume tubs (the for-fun-or-cosplay costumes as well as the circus/performing ones) and have a nice closet-runway to figure out what I'm starting with and settle on this one burgundy satin wrap top with big-ass sleeves that I love. . .that unfortunately doesn't go with much that I have in my wardrobe that vibes with the theme. (There's like. . .one or two things it works with, but I want to be FANCIER). So I sketch around and come up with an idea based around this shirt (and a statement necklace collar I have that was some of the best $5 I've ever spent)

I have this old dress I'd bought at a flea market years ago and had altered to be an overskirt for a hoop skirt, and then it's been worn as a bustle with the bodice tucked away more times than it's felt hoops. It's a similar color as the top, so I figured I'd finally take the bodice off it, pull it in to be something I could walk in that wouldn't trail on teh ground, and I could set it under a corset in the center. Bing-bang-boom! Genius!

No. The skirt and the shirt were similar-but-different enough colors and textures that they clashed. Damnit. Well, I can ditch the skirt and figure out the rest! Some skinny moto pants. A decorative corset - I could embroider a corset (Myr no), or, ooh, use gold appliques (Okay, more realistic, proceed).

Next step was to mock things up as I'm trying to find what I want without purchasing a bunch of shit, which got me to this:

Okay okay okay. Cool, I've got a direction (that's not the shirt, but it's the closest I coudl find online to use, so I used it). Now for the endless internet and thrift store (No fingers, not thirst store, dear god) and internet thrift store searching to find me some cool-ass pants and a corset and some shoes that'll work with this. You'll notice, though that my statement necklace has been swapped out for cool-strappy-thing. Because statement necklace-collar is geometric and GOOD LUCK finding geometric applique. Harder than I expected. Took me a couple months to find things that weren't lots of money that I could afford. BUT I EVENTUALLY DID IT. This included buying multiple corsets with the intention of returning things. Benefits of modern shopping. The happy "lets try everything on" day was this weekend!

SO FAR SO GOOD. Took a poll from friends and the short corset is the winner. It's definitely the best constructed of the three, though the pants aren't QUITE high enough waist to be able to wear under it without some adjustments. But it'll do. The shoes turned out to be dark brown instead of black, so I need to see about making them black (and fixing them so the tongue doesn't decide to go deep diving towards my toes.) Other things to do: bring in the wrists of those sleeves some, they're a bit too big (Here they're clipped with bobby pins), decorate the corset, maybe add some gold detailing onto the pants? They've got that gold ridging along the thighs that you find on moto-pants, but that's absolutely invisible most of the time, so I think if I just brush some gold paint along the tops of those ridges, it'll make them pop in a good way. You'll note that none of these photos have the strappy-thingy, and instead we're back to the statement necklace-collar. Turns out the differece between the image I found on the internet and teh shirt I own is enough that you BARELY SEE the strappy. Also, I decided that instead of using applique, I'd buy some gold paint, make a design that'd work, and paint it on the corset. Only time will reveal whether this was a good or a bad idea.

Other thing this showed me is that this doesn't feel FANCY enough. So I'm coming back to that half-skirt idea. This time, though I'm thinking about something sheer - either a burgundy to match the top, or a black with gold accents (OR A FULL DESIGN?!?!?!).

Last night I got flat photos of the corset for figuring out the design, since the shape I was working with in my sketches doesn't match the chosen corset shape. Pls to enjoy some of the designs I was playing with:

Proooooobably going to see about adjusting the eye design. I think it fits the theme best.

Last night I started on the alternations by taking in the waist of the pants. Please have this photo that happened 30 seconds before my thread was attacked.

[screen-universe-official-thingie]

"Not a devil, I'm not a devil!" "Oh no, I'm dead, I'm gone... aaahhhh, aahhh"

H I

Rambling is below as per usual!

Click at the bottom for a bonus art, the stand alone art for each of the characters in this piece and two poems. Yes, TWO whole poems! Pretty shitty ones at that. I quickly typed them into the file for the background to capture the vibes from the OG MV. That's how elaborate this one was.

Hey! It's me again. Sorry for going silent for so long, life and stuff got in the way. I got a job, but I didn't last long in it because I didn't pass the trial period. So here I am popping back in with an elaborate art piece loosely related to the paracosm with the main duo, the Jellyfish Duo.

Here's the music video this is inspired from by the way

There's a reason why I picked out which Miku the two would cosplay as for the Bit.

SpongeBob ended up with the slutty Deco27 Miku because it reminds me of how he sees himself as well as the fallen imagery. He plays the good guy in his show and even everyone sees him as a good person (Angel), but he sees himself as a bad person and actor because he thinks that it's his fault that acting out some bad/not so great episodes lead to forsaking the Nation into being raided by Weblings who took their reaction too far. It's also because he was at his peak during his golden age before "taking the fall" (being a black angel instead of white). Hence the fallen angel

Lusamine gets PinocchioP's Miku for obvious reasons. She plays the villain who happens to wear white, and hides a dirty secret behind the clean reputation. The less obvious reason is that the lyrics for White Devil Miku fit her paracosm counterpart, especially the "I'm not a devil!" bits (they'd sound like it's her insisting she's not "Her"/The Persona and pleading people to not see her That Way™). She doesn't want to be seen as a devil, she doesn't even WANT to be the devil. But she has to play the part in order for the game to move forward. "So sayeth the devil," even sounds like the rolcists stamping the label on her without taking another look at the actress and giving her another chance.

"Smile and play the part," just reminds of the paracosm in general, everyone has to play a part of their story just to exist. It could also fit SpongeBob because he has to play the part of an angel.

Bonus art

A chart :>

A jokey version of the chart (people said SpongeBob is the hot one as a joke because of this art work)

The stand alone art works of the characters in the "Not a devil" piece

Some additional notes:

• SpongeBob's wand is a spatula in the heart shape

• I really could have drawn SpongeBob in a, ahem, more modest outfit, but I thought it was funny to put him in a suggestive one. Plus, I somehow made his legs look really good, so now I HAD to play for the bit.

• Lusamine's outfit is based on Kartana, the origami Ultra Beast. I think it became a running gag or bit where she'd cosplay an ultra beast even if she didn't mean to. A friend even imagined that she has a wardrobe full of UB-themed outfits

• I could not for the life of me add in the wings on their back. So what I did to make up for it is them sitting on their respective jellyfishes. They're both shinies too, both to go well with their colour schemes and just to match in general.

• Their "mini me"s floating by them are based on their jellyfish forms

• I know that this piece would fit a different pairing better if it were to be a smaller crossover (like Squidward being the devil to SpongeBob's angel or Cynthia being the angel to Lusa's devil), but crack platonic ship duo who are obsessed with jellyfishes...

• SpongeBob's sun is based on Mr. Sun from the Best day ever episode

• Lusamine's moon is basically the moon logo from Pokémon Moon. What I did to achieve that look is pretty much cheating. I basically looked for the og picture, copy and pasted it onto the file, cropped out the unnecessary bits, and then colored over the logo in another layer. I got lazy, okay.

Ah! Before I forget, the poems!! Some of their bits are hidden behind the characters, so I'll just copy and paste them here.

For Lusamine's side:

The unfortunate actress, so young yet so unlucky

Ignorant to the core, glad to be born

She plays a part with a heart so murky

And pays the price for the flesh she worn

Darker and dark have her days gone by

As she bid her rights good bye

On set, her mouth left her with a scorn

Off stage, hell awaits her in full

Now she regrets being born

For her script played her like a fool

For SpongeBob's side:

The fallen actor, how sleek, how serious.

Once youthful, once a prodigy.

Sad to say his episodes became nefarious.

Now his nation and his life turn into a tragedy.

One by one, his comrades die.

As they look at death in the eye.

One neighbor taken, another hung twice over.

Of course it left him wailing.

He directed his final act with a game over.

But he can't, for everyone wants him to keep sailing.

[shytastemakerthing]

I saw that your match ups were open and wanted to give it a shot. May I request a romantic twst matchup? I’m a Implagender omniromantic person that usually struggles a lot with my identity and personality, I’m south East Asian with tanned skin, dark maroon colored jellyfish cut, (but I usually put my bangs in a similar way like Haruka from pjsk cause I like putting on cute hair clips and head accessories). I’m usually pretty quiet around everyone but those I’m close to, I’m pretty loud and outgoing when I’m with people I get along with. I like to draw, play violin, cook, bake, and sew a lot. I’m really good with kids and bunch of other household tasks and I’ve done a lot of babysitting + doing a bunch of commissions for drawing and sewing things to earn extra money for myself since my family isn’t well off it also adds work experience I can put on resumes for the future. I’m pretty decent in school, although recently I’ve been doing a bit terrible since my motivation for school is going down and only finish stuff I feel like is easy/quick to complete. My love language is words of affirmation plus acts of service. I’m also really into fashion (specifically agejo hime and rokku gyaru + Ouji Fashion as well) and I love styling outfits. I want to become a kindergarten teacher in the future, and I’ve also composed a few songs on violin.

Hello! I'm so sorry that it has taken me this long to finally get back to answering these! Thank you so much for your patience!

Now, onto our match up!!

I match you with.......

Lilia Vanrouge

🦇 Okay, look, someone has to be able to ame care of the Diasomnia family and make sure none of then get killed because of Lilia's cooking and here you come in like an angel sent from above!

🦇 No, seriously, they all love you, they live your cooking, Malleus especially loves hearing you okay your violin (as someone who also plays violin), he finds it rather comforting, and he is extremely happy that Lilia has found someone after so long.

🦇 The fact that you love children has Lilia falling even harder for you. He has Silver, and while it took him some time to get used to raising a child, liking children, let alone one that was human, after fighting in a war essentially most of his life and seeing how you are so easily able to care for others, how you are with children, how it just comes so naturally to you? He feels his heart swell and warm up at the sight. It also makes him wonder how different things could have been without the war and all. But, what's done is done.

🦇 Okay, back to the happy. He LOVES seeing you interact with children. How they always are so quick to warm up to you, the smile you have on your face and thr laughter? He smiles every time.

🦇 As for motivation? Who better than Lilia? Between raising Silver, training he and Sebek as knights, taking care of Malleus, Lilia knows his way around how to best keep someone motivated. Are some of his methods out there?........ most likely. But he really does mean well and everyone can see that.

🦇 If words of affirmation are what you need, then words of affirmation you will be getting. From the moment that you get up to the moment you go to bed, he will be sparing nothing. You have woken up many times with a simple rose near you with a heart felt letter or even a hand written poem about all the things he loves about you. And acts of service is something he does in his day to day life as it is and it only intensifies when he is with you.

🦇 Now, Lilia is rather old, meaning he has seen a lot of fashion come and go throughout the centuries, and he has worn and tried out many of them. If you ever want him to model, feel free and ask him, but also expect him to send out a flirtatious remark or two. But he absolutely loves this either way. Meaning he will also help supply any materials you may need. You'll never run out again.

🦇 Money is not an issue with him, and even if so, he basically raised Malleus. Malleus sees you as a parental figure. As soon as he catches and kind of money and financial issues, literally the issues will evaporate.

🦇 Overall, bat dad can and will provide. He will help you through it all, and give you as many affirming words that you will need, he will help you with modeling your clothes at time just to see that smile on your face. Just save Diasomnia from his cooking and all will be well

[fourseasonsfigs]

Wahaha Couple

I'm back from vacation, (mostly) recovered from jet lag, and am here with this adorable set.

The inspiration for these figs is Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan's dual Word of Honor endorsement for the yogurt drink company Wahaha. Specifically, these pictures of each of them in their iconic show colors:

I love these pics, they look so fresh and bright! Here's a few more from this series:

Alright, I'd better stop before I use up my picture max limit!

No wait, just a couple more, since these were all done during the promotional period for Word of Honor:

Pretty great! Those were such good times.

These two gentlemen arrived in perfect condition. I was a little worried about Zhehan's white rose, I'm not gonna lie.

Please ignore the shadows under their chins - the light wasn't great when I took pics of these two. Their chins, like the rest of their faces, are flawless!

Junjun's little pose and smile here are just perfection!

Zhehan's flower, of course, is from a 2016 interview where, when prompted by the interviewer, he said that while he had never given anyone flowers or been the one to confess love to someone, if he would in the future, it would be with a white rose.

You might have to scroll back up (I did) to see the rather unique hemline on Zhehan's jacket. It has this double layer in the back and then is asymmetrical in the front.

We have a good shot here of Zhehan's spiky buzz cut hair vs Gong Jun's sleeker look.

While the figs arrived in perfect condition, they do not stand up on their own at all. Onto fig stands they immediately went!

Zhehan with his white rose is so cute. Both of these poses are delightful!

This is a great shot to see the detail on their outfits, and also that asymmetrical side of Zhehan's suit jacket.

This fig maker also always adds both of their beauty marks on their ears.

The rose came pre-installed, thank goodness. I did not want to have to try to wrangle that fragile flower into his hand.

She did a fantastic job with Zhehan's hair here!

You can definitely see the inspiration for these figs on the box card art. I love these cards - this seller really puts a lot of thought and care into design.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 495

Scene Count: 31*

Rating: Couple of the Century!

[link to the Master Post Index]

*You may have noticed this count has been hovering at 31 for some time, and you may be wondering, are we ever going to get any more scenes? Yes we are! They are definitely coming, and they are CUTE. I will post a new one soon!

[layton-heritage-posts]

Alright everyone listen up, I’m gonna talk about my participation in the Sexyman tournament and also reveal the first and probably last Heritagesona to ever see the light of the sun.

First up, I love to see you guys get creative with all this like you did with the other two Sexyman tournaments. Be it Propaganda-Posters, Art, posts, whatever. Those were already the highlight of the og True Sexyman contest, so I hope to see them make a return. Especially if they are propaganda for me.

But, and this should really be clear, please don’t get weird with it. You can make as many jokes on my account as you want but I really don’t want to wake up one day and see me drawn in a… let’s say unfortunate way. I don’t think any of you would actually go that far, but I still wanted to make it clear. The other rp blogs pose as fictional characters, but don’t forget you’re dealing with a real person this time.

Now, let’s talk about something more interesting. After seeing the drawing of me in the jojo pose walking towards the greggs (which is an amazing piece of art, definitely check out the artist @lordchairesq) I realized that none of you know what I look like, which is normally great in tearms of Internet anonymity, but might become a problem when it comes to propaganda posts.

Sooooo, may I introduce you to:

Sexymanified Me.

Alright, let’s go through this.

First thing you probably noticed was the monitor strapped to my head. I had a bunch of ideas for how to hide my face, but none of them really worked out the way I wanted to, so I settled for this.

Fortunately for me, I have the natural twink body type. We’re talking rivaling Clive Dove levels of Twinkness. That’s a pretty good pre-condition for a Sexyman tourney.

Also yes, due to popular demand I did add cat ears. Kinda.

Moving further down, I also got headphones. ADHD sucks, but at least I have these things to send sound waves strong enough to break metal down my eardrum to drown anything around me out. The ones I always wear are wired ones, but because the cord I tried to draw looked incredible shitty I decided to just act like they are Bluetooth ones.

And now we come to the most important part of my character design. Admittedly, I have no idea what they are called in English, but it’s a pretty thin jacket that works kinda like a hoodie. I own 5 of these things, but only one has an ace flag sown onto the shoulder. That’s right, this Sexyman is unfuckable.

I don’t actually own the T-Shirt that I wear here. I don’t even have a shirt in this color. But I needed some more connections to this blog.

What you can’t see here is that I also have an ace ring. It’s nothing special, just a simple black ring.

Lastly I also have some boots that I love to wear. They are only meant for winter/fall, but I always wear them into spring as far as I can. If you think you recognize them no you don’t.

And that was everything! Obviously, if you want to, you guys are free to change some things about the design if you want (for example me in the news reporter outfit) or throw in a reference to something that happened on here or whatever.

I'll even throw in a png version so you can put me in situations.

Also one with an empty screen.

[mocolococoffeesimp]

Could I perhaps get some elphelt relationship headcanons?

Some Elphelt headcanons coming right up!

-Let’s be real. The moment Elphelt realized her feelings, she isn’t pulling any punches when it comes to wooing you. Extravagant gifts, rose bouquets and cheesy one-liners. She is a hopeless romantic.

-So, one day when you leave your room Elphelt is there holding a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolate. She would be blushing, but smiling at you.

“(Y/N), please go out with me!” Her voice being the most sincere ever, she dressed up for this exact moment trying to look her best. Taking the rose bouquet from her, examining the roses on it. You noticed how her cheeks were almost as red as the roses. Her gentle smile was on her face the whole time, she was waiting for your reply.

“I would love to.” Was your reply, before she hugged you tightly, landing a kiss on your cheek. 

-Elphelt loves to kiss you. Doesn’t matter where, cheeks, lips, hands, stomach. She just wants to kiss you. Although her favorite area is your face. She loves seeing your reaction every time she kisses you.

-She does love it even more when you kiss. It makes her feel like a fairy tale princess. Just fills her with warmth and joy. 

-Lots of dates doing the stereotypical couple stuff. Long walks on the beach, calling each other pet-names, taking a lot of pictures of each other, and of your dates. She wishes to experience everything there is to relationship, including the most cheesy stuff. She just can’t explain the appeal of it, it just feels so dreamy to her.

-Speaking of pet names, she has a lot of them. Love, darling, honey, are the most common ones she uses. But, she has rarer ones, such as, the light of my life, Rose, the most magnificent being.

-She will absolutely love it, if you give her a pet name. She will hold onto it forever, asking for you to use the pet name again and again.

“(Y/N), can you say it again?”

“Sweetie?” 

“Aah, I love it, I love it!” 

-She would be a little disappointed if you called out for her using Elphelt. She doesn’t mind it, but she prefers the pet name you give her. It makes her feel like you two are a couple sharing things.

-Absolutely is going to ask to add her fingerprint for your phone. She knows she can trust you, but the added trust makes her feel like this is the relationship for her.

-She would adore going shopping with you. She would have you pose in different clothes for her, as she wants to see your adorable face in different outfits. She will repay this to you by posing herself for you in various outfits. 

-You do have to carry a lot of stuff, afterwards as she can never decide what to get. So, she just gets everything she wants. She does treat you to sweets afterwards, so it’s fine.

-Elphelt absolutely loves sweets. If you buy her sweets every now and then, she will fall in love with you even more. Milkshakes are her absolute favorite. She will absolutely get two straws for both of you, to drink from the same milkshake.

-She hates bugs. So, this means you have to get rid of any bugs that are in her general vicinity. She will hug you, so tight to you after you’ve gotten rid of it.

“My knight in shining armor! You’ve saved me!”

“Elphelt, it was just a spider.”

“You still saved me from it. It was terrifying.”

-She takes good care of her appearance. With skin moisturizer and such. She would love it, if you join her during those evenings. She would ask to do your nails. If you say yes, she will make them match hers in color.

[shariefaerie]

Ranking the doll lines I collect

I was rearranging some of my dolls last night and got to thinking about between all the lines I collect, how I rank them in order of favorites. so I decided to do that! As a disclaimer this is going to be 100% biased and completely based on my own preferences, so don't be mad if your favorite is my least (and I mean least in the relative sense, since I still like them and collect them actively)

Im not counting lines I only have 1 or 2 dolls from, so LPS Blythe and OMG Fierce won't be ranked, I'm also not going to count animal figures, so LPS and the LOL pets are out, they're just not dolls! along the same I'm also not going to count the lil' sisters, they're technically dolls sure but they're tiny and don't really have any fashion elements.

I'll also be spliting lines into separate collections based on how I view them personally, which may be quite arbitrary. for example monster high g1 and g3 will be counted separately. as well as LOL OMG and the Tweens, but I'm ranking bratz 2001 and 2010 the same.

Last note, the images I include aren't all full collections, just some highlights.

So before I get to ranking them these are the lines I'm considering:

Monster High g1

Monster High g3

Bratz

Cave Club

Rainbow High

Shadow High

Pinkie Cooper

LOL Surprise

LOL Tweens

LOL OMG

Now onto the ranking!

Coming in at number 10 is Cave Club!

I will start out by saying these dolls have my absolute FAVORITE body mold, the thick legs are everything. I love their whole concept, but the poly hair, cheap fabric fashions, and color island accessories really lessen them to me. I didn't actually intent to collect these dolls, but I found the entire first line at goodwill for 8 bucks and decided to take a chance. Overall I'm very happy I did, they have a lot of potential I wish they'd lived up to. maybe some day I'll reroot them all and give them bespoke outfits, maybe.

Number 9 is Monster High g1!

This is what I think may be controversial, but since getting into g3 and comparing them to other dolls of the same style I have, there's a lot they lack for me. I love the array of characters, the unique theme-ing, and I have a lot of appreciation for what they did for the fashion doll industry overall, but they do have a lot of classic mattel issues. For one their bodies are soooo fragile and if you have one of the coveted GoLd ElAsTiC bodies good luck getting it to hold a pose ever, at all. the later releases did fix that but even then the fashions have always been pretty cheaply made and the glue seepage issue... speaks for itself. They do have a special place in my heart, but I would burn them all in a heartbeat to save some other entries on this list...

Number 8 is LOL Surprise!

These dolls are fully plastic, 90% of the time are Surprise packaged (who would have guessed????) and their articulation is bad, yes I know they're tiny, I don't expect knees elbows wrists from them, but they literally, cannot, sit. Those are my only complaints! I love their adorable little styles, they're just so darling to me! their little color change and water features I think also help make up for some of their faults as well, not because I use them at all, but I really appreciate the thought that went into the designs and the secret designs that appear with color change. it adds a lot to the play value. and part of what I appreciate about doll lines is how much they consider the play value to their main demographic, kids. (looking at you, Barbara color reveal)

Number 7 is Pinkie Cooper!

Oh Pinkie, you flew too close to the sun, the world just wasn't ready for you. They're so darling, the body blushing is such a lovely touch, but their fashions just never really landed for me, they were quite floofy. They would make an amazing come back, I think the world is ready now, bring me the dog dolls.

Number 6 is our queen Rainbow High!

Whaaaat??? I'm also surprised to see them so far down the list, but despite their amazing articulation, attention to details, fashions, and GORGEOUS INSET EYES, I think im just a bit tired of the monochrome look, purple hair... purple dress.... ground breaking.

Number 5, middle of the list! It's LOL Tweens.

At this point going forward the margin of favoritism between lines is VERY thin. i absolutely love the tweens, their styles are amazing, the quality is top tier. they're almost perfect, but they are quite a bit smaller than other dolls, so sharing their clothes is hard!

Number 4 is Monster High g3

The Monster High team took all the g1 issues into account when designing these, and came out with some fantastic dolls. Their bodies are more substantial than the g1s, the body diversity is better too, though I wish Draculaura was actually plus sized, since people decided to be mad about her anyways. Now I specifically said the Monster High team learned from g1, not Mattel, as they unfortunately suffer from some pretty bad mattel-isms. Several characters have poly hair and their fabric quality is still noticeably cheap, I also have opinions on g3 clawdeen, but I'll get into those later at some point, and no it's not about how she's "not a Fierce lesbian" anymore before anyone gets it twisted. (ok ill get into it now, it's gross they gave her poly hair and I think her design got focus grouped waaaaaayyyyy too much and she's not got much of a personality in her design anymore. shes very cute! I just wish they'd committed better.)

Oh also these are the dolls I'd burn g1 for, sorry but g3 does have my heart.

Number 3! LOL OMG

what can I say about these gorgeous ladies that hasn't been said? the fashions are top notch, they commit SO HARD to every theme, and they consistently make stunning, gorgeous, amazing women, no notes. Okay 1 note, miss direct was... a choice. if they had better knee articulation they'd probably be even higher, but their click knees are a bit of a joke.

NUMBER 2 electric boogaloo SHADOW HIGH!

Now these are everything Rainbow High is on its best day AND MORE, it's hard to put into words how much I love these ladies. the faces, fashions, EVERYTHING. They've has 0 flops, 0 misses, and they just keep getting better and better. in fact there was only one thing keeping them from number 1, and of course that thing is....

NOSTALGIA!

Meaning my number 1 is of course the BRATZ!!!

OOOOOH, BRATZ! listen nobody has ever done it like they do, they ran barbie over in the FM cruiser and walked so monster high could run (who then in turn was overtaken by shadow high, nature is beautiful) The fashions, faces, shit ton of characters, and my mom not letting me have them making them the forbidden desire I held for so long, makes them my number 1 doll line. If I could only collect one line it would be them. Sure their articulation is terrible, and none of their rebrand were particularly successful, but they are and will always be everything to me.

wow, that's a lot of words! if you made it through this post. thanks for reading, id love to see anyone else's collection rankings, how do you feel about mine? Do you agree? Do you disagree? Do you feel burning rage at me for where I put your favorite line? Let me know, or don't, I'm fragile.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

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Chapter 34 - Overwhelmed. Episode 2.

-------- Andy's point of view--------

The 25th of September 2015.

Andy: My hands were clammy, sweaty palms. I was back stage, for the first time in over a year!… Almost 2 years to be exact. And I was about to go live in about 2 minutes!! My producer had called me a week ago, telling me she had been offered to put me on a live music talk show, as the girl, some new musician had cancelled, so now there were an spot open. The producer of the show, was apparently a fan of D.A.P, my old band, and had called my producer to hear if I was available. She had spent about 15 minutes trying to convince the man, that I was on extended vacation, or taking some time off so to speak. But as he had kept insisting, my producer, had been so kind to sign me up for it. After all, I mostly just had to sit and talk, answer a few questions, and maybe play a couple of songs. That was it. I should be able to handle that. Right? As my producer had said 'you need to slowly start getting out there Andy, or you will never get the guts to return.' I guess she was right. Standing here, made me beyond nervous! The only comfort was, that my manager at least had 'managed' to reserve space for Congo, Evan, Daniel, Sparkle AND Gizmo in the audience. And she had assured me I would be able to see all of them, from where I was supposed to sit during the interview. However, she had made it clear to me, I should probably still keep low on being married, and especially being gay. For my own sake, as any bad publicity could maybe make me fall back in a bad mental state. We both agreed I did not need to add more fuel to the fire. I had quickly shook hands with the producer and the interviewer, a woman named Sandra. She seemed nice at least. So now, all that was left, was some heavy breathing before my name was announced.

Sandra: Welcome to Andy Cullman!

Andy: FUCK!! There goes my cue… I shook my head, took another deep breath, and threw a smile on my face, started slow running onto the small stage, quickly throwing myself casually down in the red couch next to the red chair Sandra was sitting in.

Sandra: Welcome, handsome! She smiled warm and friendly

Andy: I nodded politely and threw her a cheeky smile Thank you, beautiful I winked

Sandra: Oh my… still great charisma I see she smiled flirtatiously back

Andy: I chuckled hoarse, and smiled my usual cheeky half smile Yeah, I guess not much have changed?

Sandra: Chuckled softly I guess not? Well, of course there's the obvious…. she pointed at my pink hair with a pen in her hand I don't think we have ever seen THAT color on you before?

Andy: I chuckled hoarse as the audience laughed No… I can't say you have.

Sandra: She pointed up and down of me And your outfit? It somehow seems more… down to earth? Where is the bright color palette of clothes you used to wear?

Andy: I looked down myself a bit and chuckled hoarse Well, Sandra… I just thought it was about time to wear clothes that actually match in color I chuckled hoarse No… I guess I grew up a bit? I smiled softly

Sandra: Ah… I guess we all have to do that some day?

Andy: I smiled warmly and let my eyes travel searching through the crowd, smiling even warmer as I noticed Congo and the others, connecting my eyes with his a few seconds before I turned my head to Sandra again and smiled softly

Sandra: So what have you been up to in this past 1.5 years since you broke up D.A.P? It was you who broke it up, right?

Andy: I nodded agreeing That's correct. I have just been taking some time off, trying to regroup I guess?

Sandra: There was some rumors you came down with a depression?

Andy: I nodded again Yes, I did. But I'm doing much better.

Sandra: She smiled friendly That's nice to hear. Any advice to anyone out there in the same situation?

Andy: Uh… yeah I smiled shyly take each day at a time, I guess…. don't feel bad if there's days you can't get out of bed, or do the things you used to, don't be afraid to take the time it takes for you to heal. And never give up. It does get better. Seek help. Help is important. Whether it's your partner, a shrink or a friend… And when you find that person to lean on, don't be afraid to really lean.

Sandra: She smiled softly That sounds like a great advice. It sounds like you have really grown indeed.

Andy: I smiled softly Thank you.

Sandra: So, there were also some rumors you were in a relationship a while back. And I think there even were a paparazzi picture of you, holding hands with someone with long black hair? (It was A, but on the picture you couldn't see if it was a man or a woman)

Andy: I tried to cover a small frown, and sighed softly That is correct as well.

Sandra: So is that still on? Have you finally put your wild life behind you and decided to settle down?

Andy: I cleared my throat, and started feeling a bit uncomfortable Uh… yeah… I nodded softly I did put the wild life behind me… and the black haired… person… was actually the reason why I decided to break off the band… or one of the main reasons alongside my mental state. We were engaged to be married.

Audience: Ohhhhhh

Andy: I half smiled a bit sad

Sandra: Oh, so that didn't work out?

Andy: I chuckled sarcastically No. It did not.

Sandra: May I ask why, or is that private?

Andy: It's very private.

Sandra: I can't help but feel you getting a bit tense. So I assume she hurt you?

Andy: Yes… she did. She broke my heart.

Audience: Awwwww

Andy: I looked up at Congo with flickering eyes, his eyes met me in a soothing way, so I took a deep breath and pressed the tears back. I wasn't gonna cry on live TV… that's for sure!

Sandra: She smiled softly I'm very sorry to hear that. So what did you do to comfort yourself after the break up?

Andy: I sang a lot.

Sandra: Would you care to play one of the songs, you used to sing after it ended?

Andy: I felt beyond uncomfortable, but I couldn't exactly say no. I just had to play along, so I nodded softly

Sandra: She nodded at a small stage few meters from where we were sitting. On the stage was a nice dimmed yellow spotlight, a piano, a few guitars, a drum set and a bass If you mind taking the stage?

Andy: I smiled uncomfortable towards my little group, and walked slowly towards the stage, feeling like I was gonna get a panic attack on live TV… fuck!!! I stepped up on the small stage, sitting down on a bar stool, and grabbed the acoustic guitar leaning against it.

Sandra: So this will be your first time singing on TV with you real voice, and not the Whiskey voice you used to sing with in D.A.P, right?

Andy: I nodded softly and smiled a bit nervous

Sandra: Smiled softly Whenever you're ready….

Andy: I sank deep, and wished I had never agreed to come! I wasn't ready for this! Far from! And then I saw Sparkle and Daniel get up from their seats. I looked at them questioning as they walked down to the stage and joined me, Sparkle next to me on a chair, picking up another acoustic guitar, and smiled at me softly. Daniel disappearing somewhere behind me, and as I turned to look at him, he nodded at me with a soothing smile, as if he wanted to tell me they were right there with me, so everything would be okay. GOD! Do I have the best friends or what? I smiled nervously at Sparkle as she leaned towards me

Sparkle: In a hushed voice only her and I could hear I was prepared for this, just in case… let's play 'mean'? Daniel is rehearsed, he can easily follow…

Andy: I smiled at her thankfully Thank you.

Sparkle: She smiled softly I'll start… you just join in when you're ready… okay?

Andy: I nodded softly and started playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=asKaiRpW0Z4&index=27&list=PLB0A54526DAB9CF4E And I have to admit, by the end of the song, we both had to try not to smile too big. It was a success… and very fitting.

Sandra: As the song was over she waved her hands for me to get back over to her in the couch, so I quickly returned after planting a small kiss on Sparkles cheek. So that is quite a nice voice you have when it's not all hoarse from Whiskey and cigarettes She smiled warmly

Andy: Thank you I smiled politely

Sandra: So did you also put the alcohol and smoking on a shelf?

Andy: I chuckled hoarse No, I do still smoke, although way less… aaaand I also do drink on occasions. The occasions are just a lot less now I chuckled hoarse

Sandra: Smiled friendly That's nice. Congratulations on shaping up.

Andy: Thank you I smiled cheekily

Sandra: So, that ex of yours. She doesn't sound like a nice person, if you dedicated that song to her?

Andy: I half smiled softly Ehh…

Sandra: Who ended it?

Andy: Erhm… I guess it was a mutual thing. But mainly it happened as I stopped replying. I stopped going back for more emotional torture. I guess.

Sandra: That sounds harsh.

Andy: I nodded softly It was.

Sandra: And it also added to the depression I guess?

Andy: I nodded again Yes, unfortunately it did. I was very low for a while.

Sandra: So you would call it an abusive relationship?

Andy: Yes, both mentally and physically.

Sandra: Oh? So she hit you? It's not every day you hear about a man getting hit by a female, although it does happen quite often. I guess it's just more of a taboo, since men are supposed to be the strong sex?

Andy: No, I wasn't hit per say. But other abusive things happened.

Sandra: Anything you care to share?

Andy: No, it's private, and I prefer to keep this particular relationship as much out of the media as possible.

Sandra: So, you had help before, singing the Taylor Swift song… if you were to take that stage again, and sing another song, you used to sing back then… after the breakup… but this time alone… would you do it, or turn us down?

Andy: I looked at her with an intense glare, but sighed softly and got back up, hesitating few seconds before I walked back up on the small dimmed stage, afraid to look at my gang this time, as I felt it would most certainly make the tears flow. So I took a deep breath, and sat down on the chair, looking at Sandra nervously, clearing my voice softly before speaking into the microphone Is there anyone in here who can play the violin? I pointed at a small violin on a little table to my left side

Sandra: Looked around the studio a bit questioning, and spoke a bit louder than normal, for everyone to hear Is there anyone in here who can play the violin? Anyone?

Andy: A man came out from backstage and smiled softly at her, and told her he had played violin since he was a kid. And as he made his way up to the stage, I asked him if he could play the song I had in mind. We quickly agreed on how he were supposed to play it, and as he sat down on a chair a bit behind me, I took a deep breath, and so I started: A song I had feared ever singing again, as it had caused me much emotional pain in the past…. my past with A. But I decided to put my whole heart into it… all the past pain, sorrow, anger, frustration, love and despair. And along the lines hoping he wasn't out there, watching. Not that he was a person to watch a lot of TV… but maybe M or Sirius would flick the channels and see me? Maybe they would pass the news of me being in TV? No, M wouldn't want to pass that info to her dad… and I'm sure Sirius wouldn't either… but Marius perhaps. At least out of the joy of hearing me sing, thinking it was happy news to share. I always loved his innocence. As the song was over, I took a few deep breaths, and half smiled up at my gang, thanking the violin guy, Robert. And quickly made my way back to the couch, sipping a glass of water there had been standing in front of me.

Sandra: Wauw… I think it's safe to say you blew us all away!

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and sipped some more water

Sandra: Your voice is really powerful, and it's nice to hear you can still do some of those deep sexy tones. Not to mention, you really know how to put your heart and soul into it.

Andy: Thank you I smiled softly

Sandra: So what about now? Are you all healed up? It sounded like it was a bad relationship for you, so I'm sure it was for the best you got out of it. But how about the wounds? Are they all healed?

Andy: I sighed deeply and rubbed my hands nervously Do we ever get over lost love?

Sandra: Tilted her head a bit I guess not?

Andy: I kept looking at her, hoping the question would go away

Sandra: So you're still in love with this girl?

Andy: I shook my head confidently No.

Sandra: So you're glad it's over?

Andy: Yes.

Sandra: And the wounds are healed?

Andy: Not all of them. But most of them.

Sandra: She smiled softly I guess all healing takes time?

Andy: I nodded softly It most certainly do. But I have moved on.

Sandra: She smiled warmly So there is someone else in your life?

Andy: I nodded softly and half smiled There most certainly is.

Sandra: Oh she leaned a bit forwards on her chair So who's the lucky girl?

Andy: I chuckled hoarse

Sandra: Pointed with her pen at my hands Is that an engagement ring I see?

Andy: I blushed lightly and wiggled my finger gently As a matter of fact, it's a wedding ring*

Audience: Wooooooh!

Sandra and I both laughed softly

Sandra: It sounds like the audience is happy on your behalf, although I'm sure you just crushed half a million hearts out there in the living rooms she winked at me and chuckled softly So how long have you two been married?

Andy: Uhm… that's classified I chuckled hoarse and sipped my water, once again hoping the question would disappear, and this time it seemed to work

Sandra: Ahh, she prefers to stay out of the spotlight?

Andy: I nodded softly Yes.

Sandra: Right. So now we have heard the pain you have felt inside. What do you say to maybe sharing one with us, dedicated to the new woman in your life? Let's give it up for one for your wife.

Audience: Claps there hands

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and stood up, more confident this time Alright chuckled cheekily it sounds like you only brought me here to squeeze songs out of me.. but I'll bite the hook one more time! I chuckled cheekily all the way to the stage and sat down on my chair, smiling softly at Congo as I grabbed the acoustic guitar once again, and spoke warmly into the microphone This happened to be the song I dedicated on our wedding day… I smiled softly at Congo again, and felt warm inside as he smiled back warmly. And so I started playing: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iIj07LL57RA&index=27&list=PL0BD69368AB943C89 The song made my mood rise, and along that my temperature. I felt alive, in love, basking in happy memories of our wedding night. How I had made the song play while we walked down the garden path that lead to the spot where we got married. On a big wall, I had made a slideshow run, fitting to the song, with pictures of me and Congo. It was safe to say a few tears had fallen from Congo's eyes as we hand in hand had watched the slide show, and as the music had dimmed a bit, the ceremony had taken place, and we were married by the time the song had passed. It was the most beautiful night of my life. falling rose petals as we had kissed, sealing the marriage and our mate bond. Making it unable for any intruders to break. I was both relieved and happier than I had ever been, my whole life. I was proud, proud to be Andy Shaw. Married to a man I loved deeper than anyone before him. And he loved me back. In the same depth. Whole hearted.

Sandra: As the song was over, both the audience and her gave me standing ovations. And as I joined her back at the couch, it was clear to see she had tears in her eyes, and as I chuckled hoarse, skimming my eyes over the audience, I saw a few girls who looked exactly like Sandra in their eyes… and so did my husband I think it's safe to say you have touched our hearts tonight, Andy.

Andy: I chuckled hoarse It sure looks like.

Sandra: I can't help but feel i just need to know who the lucky girl is, or I simply wont be able to rest for days. She smiled secretive Could it possible be the beautiful girl who joined you on the stage on the firt song? It looked like you two had a good chemestry…

Andy: I smiled softly and nodded Yes… we do have a good chemistry. We have known each other since we were kids. And she's the best female friend I ever had. Plus we did share some feelings in the past. However, it's not her.

Audience: Awwwww

Sandra: And you're not leading us on? You are telling the truth?

Andy: Yes, I am telling the truth. I'm sorry to disappoint, but it's not her.

Sandra: Anyone we know?

Andy: I blushed lightly as my eyes happened to brush over Congo, and land on Evan, and I quickly looked away, afraid I had somehow become transparant and people would be able to read my mind No… no one you know.

Sandra: And it's no one in the audience?

Andy: No. *My eyes tried their best to escape somewhere so I didn't have to look directly at her when I heard my lie jump off my lips.

Sandra: Seems like you're dodging my question?

Andy: No, I just don't like being put on the spot.

Sandra: So you're telling the truth?

Andy: I looked at her and frowned lightly

Sandra: Well, I have to ask, since you in the past have been known for sometimes… decorating the truth a bit.

Andy: I grunted deeply

Sandra: Isn't that correct?

Andy: I started feeling a panic attack press on. Sweat started gathering on my palms and my forehead. My heart was racing. I felt like running of that stage and all the way home. I felt dry in my mouth. It was getting harder to breath.

Sandra: If you don't wanna share a name, how about a haircolor, eyecolor?

Andy: Brown…

Sandra: Ahh I see… so anyone out there with brown eyes and hair? She turned towards the audience and smiled encouraging

Girl in Audience: Me me me!!

Sandra: Chuckled softly Is she the one?

Andy: No. I shook my head softly and looked at the floor, I just needed this to be over. Once again I felt the tears press in my eyes, and I did not feel like facing neither Sandra, the cameras or Congo. I knew it must have been uncomfortable for him too.

Another girl in the audience* MEEEE!!

Sandra: Chuckled softly seems like you have a lot of wives out there Andy. Tell us, is she the lucky one?

Andy: It was so hard to fight the tears back, I felt dizzy and scared, like I was literally gonna get a heartattack or choke

Congo: Andy… his voice was warm and loving

Andy: I looked up at him and couldn't believe my eyes as he slowly got up from his chair and walked to the mid isle Will you please come up here?

Andy: I looked at him confused

Congo: Nodded softly in an encouraging way, and reached his hand towards me

Audience: Many people started mumbling between each other, and Sandra looked at me questioning

Congo: Please… he shook his hand lightly towards me, and made a 'come here' movement with it

Andy: I hesitated a few seconds, then stood up slowly, hesitating a few seconds more, before I with quick steps walked up the stairs to him and stopped only cm's from him

Congo: He smiled at me lovingly, and before I could get to ask if he was sure, he leaned in, wrapping his arms around me, and kissed me passionately

Audience: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH!!!!

Andy: I couldn't help but smile and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him deeper. I could hardly believe it was real…. we were kissing…. on live TV!!!! It made butterflies race in my stomach

Sandra: Well that was a surprise! She laughed warmly and started clapping, and the audience quickly joined in

Andy: I started laughing, so I pulled away and blushed brightly, chuckling shyly as I noticed everyone starring directly at us, smiling and clapping

Sandra: Come on down here you two!

Andy: I looked at Congo hesitating and grabbed his hand, dragging him down to sit beside me in the couch, not letting go of his hand

Sandra: Dimmed the audience and turned to us with a big smile So congratulations you two.

Andy: I nodded politely and blushed a bit Thank you.

Congo: Nodded politely as well, and game my hand a little squeeze

Sandra: So… I gotta stake the obvious now… he's a man?

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and blushed bright red Yeah… he is… I looked at Congo with a bright smile

Sandra: So, you're bisexual?

Andy: I blushed even more, if possible, and took a deep shaky breath No… I'm… gay… I'm gay….

Audience: Gasped

Sandra: Okay… so I guess this is your comming out?

Andy: I guess so? I smiled shyly at her

Sandra: So you just woke up one day and decided you were gay?

Andy: I frowned softly No. I have been so all my life.

Sandra: But you used to be such a ladies man?

Andy: Congo softly squeezed my hand again, which gave me confidence, soI decided to try to get the best out of it, threw her a cheeky smile Well, the ladies still love me Sandra… and I'm still very much a skirt chaser… now the skirts just sit on men instead I chuckled cheekily and bit my bottom lip in a flirtatious way

Sandra: Oh my! chuckled softly you sure still know how to charm.

Andy: I grinned wide

Sandra: So tell me, how did you two meet?

Andy: Well, we have known each other almost 11 years, and been best friends just as long.

Audience: Awwwwwwww

Andy: I chuckled softly We just happened to bump into eachother at a bar one night.

Sandra: And was it love at first sight?

Andy: Clearly, Sandra, it wasn't for me, I was in denial of my sexuality most of my life. But for Congo it was.

Audience: Awwwwwwww

Sandra: Looked at Congo with a curious smile So you were in love with him for nearly 11 years before Andy fianlly returned the feelings?

Congo: Nodded softly Yes.

Audience: Awwwwwwwww

Sandra: That must have been hard?

Congo: It was. But it was worth it all when I got him in the end he picked up my hand and planted a soft kiss on the back of it

Audience: Awwwwwwww

Sandra: Well you do look very much in love. Both of you.

Andy: I nodded softly and smiled at Congo as he nodded agreeing

Sandra: So how did you fall for him Andy?

Andy: I smiled softly I guess I just finally saw him in the right light?

Auience: Awwwwwwwww!!

Sandra: Chuckled softly Well, you sure have both the audience and I feeling warm in our hearts. So… tell me… is there any plans for the future, any new cd's coming up? A tour perhaps? Are you planning on starting a new band?

Andy: I sighed softly So far there is no plans. But that does not mean I wont be back. I just haven't figured out when it will happen, or how. But I think I mostly lean towards a solo career. I have done some cover songs I have posted on youtube over the ast 1.5 years. And I plan to do more of those. So far I have been helping Evan write new songs to his new band, and polished off his guitar skills. But beside that I think I will keep my head out of music for a while longer, till I feel my legs are more stable again, so to speak.

Sandra: I see. Well, we thank you very much for coming, and I wish you both the very best in your life, together. May it be a long and happy marriage.

Andy and Congo together: Thank you.

Sandra: Could we ask you to share one more song with us as we run the credits?

Andy: Sure. Anything in particular you would like?

Sandra: Hm… She smiled brightly as she seemed to get an idea I see both Evan and Daniel in the audience? How about they join you on stage for a small reunion?

Andy: I looked a bit questioning at the guys, then Sandra

Sandra: Of course you do your own thing with a cover song, we are aware there will be no more demented, although I;m sure many of us can agree it's a shame?

Audience: Claps agreeing

Andy: I chuckled hoarse and looked at Evan questioning, not knowing if it would be okay for him, Daniel already looking like he was about to run to tehe stage

Evan: He shook his head lightly, chuckled softly and got up, slowly walking to stage, nearly getting ran over by Daniel on the way

Andy: I chuckled warmly

Sandra: Well, someone's in a hurry, huh?

Andy: He always is!

Audience: Laughs loudly

Andy: *I quickly joined them on stage, smiling apologizing at Evan as we all three quickly stuck our heads together and mumbled a couple of seconds, till we agreed on a song we could all play. And so we found our way to our instruments, and started: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rojPMESoiAA&list=PL0BD69368AB943C89&index=51 It felt good being on a stage with both of them again. A feeling I had actually missed. My mood was high. I felt the evening after all had been a great success. And judging by the look of the audience, Sandra, Congo, the camera men and my friends, they all seemed to agree.

[ashboy-3]

He's One Cool Kat

Prompt: Written for ColdFlash BigBang, never got put onto Tumblr accidentally Fandom: CW's Flash Words: 18,706 Summary: Barry is a typical 1950’s nerd with no friends and is a loner, not by choice of course, while Snart is a greaser who rolls with his gang, the rouges. The two are forced to work on a science project together and although they have many differences the two begin to learn things about each other that they would have never guessed.

Ao3 Link

Barry Allen was just a nerd as he walked into the school building in central city. He was wearing his white button up shirt, with a pair of black slacks, and a pair of black suspenders on his shoulders to keep his pants up. He didn’t feel like putting his contacts in earlier this morning, so he wore his big thick black rimmed glasses. The last part to complete his look, besides his black shoes, is his bow tie. He decided that he didn’t want to wear a tie today and he already had a bow tied from the other day. This was how a normal day went for Bartholomew Henry Allen, but he preferred it when people just called him Barry.

Besides him walked a smaller brown skinned girl who wore an orange blouse with sleeves that came down to the elbows, a brown pencil skirt that had a small pattern of dark yellow flowers on them. The skirt also had a thick brown belt to go around the waist, for shoes she wore a pair of brown penny loafers that had a small bow of string tied on the tip of the toes, with matching socks of course. Last to complete the look she wore a small necklace of white beads around her neck and one small bracelet on her right wrist. This was Iris West, Barry’s stepsister.

School was just getting back on track after Christmas break let out and Barry, like always, was nervous. He liked school, especially science class. What he didn’t like were the other kids at the school. They often picked on him and messed with him, the only one who could truly stop them was his sister. Barry on the other hand, usually did the only thing he’s known how to do his whole life. . .

Run.

He would run from the bullies, from the other kids, from the teachers, his adoptive father, his problems. If something was going wrong, he would just run. He knew that wasn't healthy, but what else is he supposed to do? He's not good at anything else but schoolwork.

As he was just about to lose track in his thoughts Iris looked over at him and started to talk to him, “Barry are you even listening?” She finally asked him.

“Uh sorry no,” He admitted.

“I said that I’m going to catch a ride with Caitlin after school and I think that Cisco is coming with us. I need to know if you're staying after school later or not, so I know if he needs to give you a ride. Dad said he’s working late tonight,” she informed him.

Barry just shook his head in agreement, knowing Iris was ready to leave him behind to meet up with her friends, they were in different grades after all. They talked for a few more minutes before they parted ways and Barry walked to his class.

As he walked in the first thing, he noticed was that some of the rogues were in his class and that meant bad news for him. Not only were they the bad kids of the school, but one of them was super-hot and distracted Barry easily, not that he would ever let anyone know that, especially that rouge, no matter how nifty he was.

Seeing as he was the first person to walk into the class, they just stared at him and what Barry would give to run away from there, but he would never dream of skipping class.

To add salt to the wound the two rogues in his class were none other than Leonard Snart and Mick Rory. They both wore roughly the same thing; in fact, all the rouges did. They all wore a white shirt, with a black leather jacket, a pair of white or black socks, and a pair of black shoes. The only thing that really differed their outfits was their pants. They all wore jeans, but it varied in different dark colors. Their shoes were all different from everyone else's as well. They were black with a white outline and a white shoelace.

Barry was a lucky one to never be in a class with one of them, but he always admired from afar now, however, it seems like he’s going to be a main target.

He rushes to take his seat, hoping that the teacher doesn’t decide to move him in the future as he sat the furthest away from the two and waited for class to start.

Earlier that Day

As Leonard Snart walked to school, he made a point to stop by one house that held a certain Mick Rory. He was pulling a cigarette out of a new deck of luckies right when Mick walked through the door. Without a word Mick lit the cancer stick for Len, but he was happy to not partake in the substance, he was happy to just watch it burn.

“We can always skip school today,” Mick suggested, clearly not wanting to go. Mick hated school the whole thing was hard and stupid. The only class he really liked was English and even that was only when he was able to free write. School is just too hard for him to understand.

“My dad will turn me red if I skip the first day of school,” Snart told him, ending the conversation making the two walks in silence, not that they minded. After all, the two have known each other practically their whole lives.

Snart knew everything about Mick and vice versa, and boy did the two have problems. If it wasn't for Snart’s father Mick would be in juvie by now, or worse an asylum. All for loving fire, Snart himself thought that it was stupid, but he can’t be one to judge. If his father ever found out that he didn’t like girls and instead liked boys, he would be killed on the spot.

Before the two knew it, they were at school. They walked to the office to receive their schedules, after all they always take the same class and most of those were one block courses. After that it was revealed that their first class of the day was science. Of course, they would be the first ones there, not that they cared. It usually put the teachers in a false confidence when they showed up and acted like angels for the first week and became hellions the rest of the school year.

The two, with no hesitation, walked to the back of the classroom in the far corner, climbed on the top of the desk and sat down, clearly not in the seats. The two talked about any and everything. They didn’t have anything to catch up on, they saw each other every day during break. There are only two things that Mick currently didn’t know about his best friend at the moment. If his sister made it to school okay, and who his crush is. The first one Mick didn’t really care about as she usually got a ride to school by Len’s ass of a father. The second one, however, bugged him greatly.

Mick knew that his friend had a crush, he’s known since they entered high school. Just not who it is. Just when Mick was about to bring up his favorite topic of conversation to tease his friend with the nerdiest kid in the whole school walked in... well almost, that Ramon boy was nerdier by at least .01 percent. 

The second the brown-haired teen noticed the two his eyes widened, and he decided that the perfect place to sit was in the front of the class next to the door, the farthest seat from them possible.

The boy seemed to keep quiet and not want any attention, but as Mick watched his friend and saw Snart’s eyes widen he could tell that this was the boy that his best friend was crushing on and by the looks of it he was crushing hard, but of course Len will never admit it, without help of course.

Mick hit Snart on the shoulder as a way to get his attention and pointed at the boy, “Look at the candy ass,” Mick told him as he laughed.

“He definitely ain’t no cat that’s for sure,” Len agreed as the two laughed, but Mick could tell that his friend was hurting inside at not wanting to reveal his feelings.

Sadly, the two didn’t have time to laugh at the nerd for much longer as the warning bell rang, and the class started to fill up. As more people walked in you could see that they were visibly uncomfortable by the fact that the leader and second in command of the rogues were in their class.

Not a minute passed after all the teens took their seats that their teacher for the class walked in the classroom, slamming the door as he entered.

“You will all be quiet and sit down. No talking, no fighting, no using ridiculous slang in this class. I will introduce myself and then it will be all of you. My name is Mr. Wells. I do not care for you, but each and every one of you will behave in this class, and if you are lucky you just might pass,” Wells said to all of them. 

It took up the first ten minutes of class, but eventually everyone introduced themselves, not that Wells was going to care enough to remember their names.

“Now that, that is done. I will explain how this class will work. I will split all of you into groups of two. This is your partner. You will sit next to this person and do all of your work with this person. The only time you do your work by yourself is for a test.  You will each do one big project that is due then end of the year. You will work on it starting today with your partner. This will count for sixty percent of your grade, and before any of you ask, yes, I will be picking the partners. Now when I call your name you will be moving seats,” Wells explained. 

At the end everyone instantly gained anxiety as to not know who they were going to be with for the next few months, but everyone except the two rogues had the same thought, ‘please don’t let me be partners with them.’

“Barry Allen, Mick Rory. . .” Wells droned on until he had half the class standing. “Now I will tell you who your partner is starting with Barry Allen. You will now be sitting with Leonard Snart,” Wells directed as Barry’s eyes went wide with disbelief and Len’s eyes as well.

When Barry didn’t move in the first five seconds Wells yelled at him, “Well are you going to take your seat or not! We do not have all day!”

“Sorry sir,” Barry said as he ducked his head and rushed his seat over to the taller teen with the cold piercing stare.

Through the entire class period neither one spoke to each other, but they both knew that they would have to talk and figure out what their big project was going to be. It was after class that Len decided he would have to take the initiative and talk to the other first.

“Listen, Barry,” Snart spoke as the other squeaked at being spoken to.

“We will have to work on this project together. I don’t care much for school, but my father however does. I’m also not about half assing things and leaving one person to do all the work. Tell me when and where and I’ll pick you up and we can work on the lame project,” Snart told him, glad that he was able to look cool as he spoke, even when he can feel Mick’s eyes on his back.

“Um okay,” Barry agreed, until Snart motioned for him to continue to speak, “I mean yeah of course. I can’t work after school directly today as I need to go home and tell my father where I’ll be, but if you want you can pick me up at my house in about an hour after school,” Barry told him, happy that he was able to get a full sentence out, he even wrote down an address for the other boy.

Throughout the rest of the day the two didn’t speak to each other. At lunch Barry told Iris that if she could just drop her off at the house that would be fine, and she luckily agreed. For Snart, however, was cornered about his best friend, before they met up with the rest of their friends.

“I saw you talking to the brown-haired nerd at class earlier today,” Mick started to say but he was instantly stopped.

“Mick I’m not having this conversation at school. We can talk as we walk back home. For now, can we please just go hang out with the rest of our friends?” Snart asked, knowing that his friend can get anything out of him if he really tried.

“You owe me a full explanation after school,” Mick said as he glared at his friend for blowing him off, but kept his word and kept his mouth shut as they talked to the rest of their friends, after all out of the whole group, Mick is the only one who knows about Snarts secret.

After school Barry got a ride from Iris and was dropped off at school, as she and Catlin drove off to do whatever girls do. He walked inside his house and noticed that his adoptive father must’ve still been at work. Noticing this made Barry smile as he could get ready and look at least decent with no questions. He really didn’t want to think about what his adoptive family would think of him if they found out that he liked boys, especially Leonard Snart, the worst of them all.

It didn’t take him long, but he was sure to grab a quick snack and anything science related with him before he walked out the door and waited on the street for Snart to pick him up.

Snart on the other hand had to walk home with Mick, as he decided to not drive to school that day and for that he had to endure more of this embarrassment for a lot longer than necessary. 

“So, is that the one that you’ve had your secret crush on for a while now?” Mick asked.

“Mick I’ll tell you again and again I don’t have a crush. He’s just some stupid nerd,” Len tried to say, but his best friend just laughed at him and boy did he laugh hard.

“Snart, I know everything about you. I know your secret, so you don’t have to hide from me. Just tell me the truth,” Mick said to him, knowing he was right.

“I don’t know. I mean I want to kill this study session, but I know I’ll mess it up. He’s already scared of me because of who I am,” Snart told him.

“Don’t be so low man. You got this and you will kill it,” Mick encouraged him. 

It made Snart have a smile on his face the rest of the walk home, and it helped that Mick didn’t mind hearing Snart babble on about all of the little things Snart noticed about Barry from just one class.

Once Snart got home he made sure to freshen up, after all his main goal was to impress Barry, but first to find out if he even liked guys, of course that goal may take a while. 

It wasn't long before Snart got in his car and pulled out headed for the street that he was told to meet Barry at, a little disappointed that he wasn't trusted with his actual address.

It was a little less than an hour, but finally Barry was waiting around the corner for the car that would pick him up, and Snart was just down the street looking for the brown-haired teen. Both were nervous, and both had no idea what to say or do, but they both silently agreed that they would make this the best study session ever.

Barry waved his hand our as he saw Snart through the windshield of a 1954 black chevy corvette. It didn’t look new, in fact it looks really broken up, but Barry had a feeling that it was one of the things that, like most guys, Snart took great pride and joy in.

“So, where did you have in mind for us to go and work?” Barry asked a little nervous. No matter how much of a catch Snart may be he’s still a Rouge and Iris would kill him if she knew he was out with him right now.

“I was thinking that we could go to the park. I feel like it would be more comfortable for you then rather an inside space,” Snart answered, he for sure wasn’t going to go to his house. “Did you have any ideas for this big project we’re supposed to be doing?” Snart asked Barry in return as he continued to drive through the city.

“I was thinking that we could do a project on measuring vibrational frequency with light, or one on Molecular Scissors, or maybe even one about devising an algorithm for solving a Rubik’s cube, or even-“Barry was going to continue but he was cut off.

“I’m all for those Ideas Allen, but I don’t think I’m as smart as you, maybe we could lower the IQ level a little bit for something worthy of a high school senior?” Snart asked him as Barry started to blush from being called out.

“Sorry! I sometimes get carried away,” Barry explained to him as he looked down at his feet and started to fiddle with his hands, unbeknownst to him Snart had a small smile on his face as he watched him out the corner of his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it. I get it that you’re some smart kid, but really ya gotta loosen up a little,” Snart told him, as they drove into the parking lot and he parked the car.

“I...,” Barry didn’t really have anything to say to that.

“What?” Snart asked as the car was now parked and just running as he looked at Barry.

“It’s nothing! Don’t’ worry about it!” Barry tells him as he gets out of the car, grabbing his backpack of science stuff with him as the two go sit at a public table.

Barry ranted on ends about science and Snart was even able to put a few points in here and there, but it was mainly one sided, not that Snart cared that much. He learned very quickly that even if he has no idea what Barry is talking about, he could still listen to him talk forever. The bad thing is that the more Barry did talk, the less he understood. It was after twenty minutes of talking with no response that Barry finally snapped his fingers in front of Snart’s face to get his attention.

“Sorry!” Snart said loudly and it made Barry stifle a small laugh.

“If I was losing you all you had to do was say something. I tutor my sister in science all the time and even she can’t keep up with me,” Barry told him.

“Ya gotta sister?” Snart asked him, this was news to him.

“Yeah Iris West,” Barry said.

“The Negro?” Snart questioned, but quickly regretted it as Barry glared at him, and Snart has never seen the nerd so mad. Snart might have found one of the few things that could get the nerd to actually stand up to someone.

“If we have to work together on this project, I would thank you to not call her that. It’s disrespectful,” Barry chided him.

“Ey I’m sorry man. I meant nothing by it. If you don’t want me to call her that then I won’t. All you have to do is say something,” Snart told him, holding his hands up to defend himself.

“I-sorry that I did that,” Barry quickly apologized after he realized who he yelled to.

“Really. I already told you that we’re cool man. If you don’t want me to use certain words or anything like that then just let me know. I might be a jerk but I’m not an asshole,” Snart told him.

“I-thank you,” Barry decided on as he looked down. When he did this, he also caught a look at his watch and finally started paying attention to the time. “I gotta get home,” Barry told Snart with wide eyes. “It’s almost eight! I bet their worried about me,” Barry started to freak-out, but all Snart did was let out a small laugh.

“Calm down Allen. I’ll bring you home. We can decide on a project tomorrow,” Snart reassured him as the two started to gather their things.

It didn’t take long and Barry was back in Snarts car as the two were driving around the city. It only took a short ride and Snart was dropping Barry off at the same place he picked him up from. It was as Snart was getting ready to drive away that he yelled through the passenger window, “See ya Barry!”

Barry waved by as he was shocked into standing for a minute. “He just called me Barry,” Barry said to himself. He ended up walking home with a smile on his face just going over the scene in his head, “He called me Barry!” Barry cheered for himself as he walked inside, but his happiness was short lived as Iris stomped over to him.

“Where have you been Barry! Dad and I have been worried sick! You’ve been gone for a long time and all you told me was that you had to go and study! You could’ve missed dinner” she lectured him.

Don’t get Barry wrong, he loves his sister. It’s just sometimes she treats him as if he’s still in elementary school and that he doesn’t know anything.

“I was out,” Barry answered her, last thing he wants to do is reveal who he was with, even if it was the best time he’s had out in days, weeks, months. . .years?

“Where were you? Were you with someone? You were I can tell that you were!” She questioned him as she walked closer and closer to him, until he finally had to shove her off.

“I wasn’t with anyone. If you must know I was at the library. I had to study for a big project in science class. Not like anyone who’s paired up with me is going to help with the work,” he told her as he looked down, kind of feeling guilty, that he’s making her feel guilty.

“Bear,” She started to apologize, but Barry really was not in the mood.

“I’ll be in my room,” Barry said as he ran up the stairs.

It was the next morning and Snart was not happy at his bastard of a father.

“Get up you ungrateful leech,” his father said as he kicked him to wake Snart up. “I’m bringing your sister to school today so make sure you get there to,” his father said as he walked out of Snart’s room, slamming the door.

“Lisa was always your favorite,” Snart said to himself, not that he was mad at Lisa for it. As long as Lisa is his favorite, he won’t harm a hair on her head, and she gets everything that she needs. She doesn’t have to suffer like he does, and Snart will make sure that it stays that way.

Snart really didn’t feel like driving, so he walked to school again that day and made sure to walk by Mick’s house. Mick soon joined him and of course the first thing he is going to do is tease his best friend.

“So, how’d the date go,” Mick asked him with a smile.

“It wasn’t a date. We just worked on the project together,” Snart told him, with a blush on his face as he remembered the mistake he made at the last second.

“Are you sure it wasn’t a date, your blushing face would like to tell differently,” Mick said as he made fun of his friend.

“I just made a mistake is all,” Snart told him, and at Mick’s questioning gaze Snart sighed as he answered, “I called him Barry right after I dropped him off instead of Allen.”

It was silence for a few seconds before Mick busted out laughing. It made Snart glare at him and finally when Mick was almost done laughing, he patted his friend on the back to help regain his strength. “you my friend are quite the jokester.”

Snart just glared at his friend as he tried to retain his dignity, that wasn’t going to happen. “Can you stop laughing at me for five minutes?” Snart asked his best friend.

“Not a chance. Maybe when you get your shit together ya riffraff. Are you gonna meet up with him again?” Mick asked.

“We have to. We have that huge science project that we have to do,” Leonard told him, getting defensive.

“Yeah but you don’t have to meet up with the nerd every day after school, but if you want to, is a whole different story,” Mick suggested as he got closer to his friend to make love eyes at him.

“Shove off,” Len said as he pushed his friend away, the two slowly coming up to the school, “You know I want to meet up with him again, but I won’t leave the gang without me for long. Plus, I don’t think he enjoys spending that much time with me, after all I’m a bad Kat.”

“yeah I know. I say you go on another study date tonight. Me and the boys can handle another night without our fearless leader there. You can skip school with us tomorrow and we’ll make sure that ass you call a father never finds out,” Mick suggested as Snart smiled, after all the two always looked out for each other.

“Thanks Mick,” Len said as the twos conversation ended, after all they were now at school and the two agreed long ago that, that conversation topic was banned in public.

The two dragged their legs as they walk inside towards the science classroom and were not surprised to see Barry Allen already seated and looking extremely nervous as Snart sat down next to him.

The two were surprised when they could sense that Barry was trying his best to not be angry at Snart as he sat down. “Did I do something wrong last night?” Snart asked himself, deciding to keep quiet for now.

Earlier that Day

Barry woke up as usual to Iris banging on his door yelling at him to get ready for school and to come down for some breakfast.

Once he was dressed Barry ran down the stairs starving, after skipping dinner last night.

“Here ya go Bear,” Joe West, his adoptive father said, as he put a plate of eggs and bacon in front of the teen.

“Thanks Joe! I’m starving!” Barry said happily as Iris sat down across from him, glaring at him.

“You wouldn’t be so starving if you didn’t skip out on dinner last night,” she said passive aggressively.

“Now Iris be nice to your brother,” Joe lightly scolded her, after all he had a hard job ahead of him being the first black police officer in Central.

“But he’s been weird ever since he came home yesterday!” Iris accused Barry as she pointed at him.

“I have not!” Barry shouted back.

“Then where were you. You told me you had this big project, yet when I get home you’re not here!” Iris shouted at him.

“I do have a life outside of this house ya know!”

“You have no frien-!” Iris started to yell back but stopped as she realized what she was saying. She wanted to apologize as Barry got up from his seat, not even finishing half of his food, and walking out the door.

“Barry wait I didn’t mean it!” Iris yelled after him as she opened the door.

“Clearly you did!” Barry yelled back. “Don’t worry about giving me a ride! I’ll walk to school,” Barry yelled at her as he angrily walked.

Iris walked back inside, her hunger gone as she sat back down and put her head in her hands, trying to stop the tears that were threating to come out.

“It’s okay Iris,” Joe comforted her as he patted her back, and she finally let her tears spill.

“I didn’t mean it. I just-!  I’m so worried about him,” Iris tells Joe as she tries to calm her tears.

“How about I give you a ride to school today. I’ll even pick you and Bear up after school,” Joe offered her.

“I don’t think Barry will want to see me for the rest of the day,” She said as she lifted her head up, finally able to fully wipe away her tears.

“Iris the kid doesn’t have a choice. He lives here just as much as you do,” Joe told her, and it made a small laugh come out of her mouth. “Sure Dad. I’d like a ride,” she told him and the two got finished getting ready for the day as they left the house.

Present Time

Barry really didn’t want to go home later that day, but what Iris had said was the truth. He really didn’t have any friends. Sure, he could count Cisco and Catlin, but they hung out with Iris more than him. The only reason they hang out with him in the first place is because of Iris. They weren’t his friends.

It was when the bell rang and Snart started to tap his shoulder repeatedly that he realized he didn’t pay attention to the entire science class, not that it would matter for him.

“Allen ya good?” Snart asked as Barry snapped his heads up, finally paying attention to the situation.

“Yeah! Of course,” Barry told him with a smile as he was getting up to leave for his next class, but before he did, he took a deep breath and took a stand for himself. “Do you want to work on the project after school today?” Barry asked him.

“Sure,” Snart calmly agreed while on the inside he was freaking out. He had no idea the cute nerd could take a stand for himself like that.

With an instant true smile on his face Barry said, “Pick me up at the same place!” as he walked to his next class.

It was after school and Barry decided that It wasn’t worth it to go home, he didn’t even stop for Iris when she tried to tell him something, he didn’t want to listen to her right now. He just walked to the meeting spot and made sure to hide when he saw Joe’s car coming toward him and realized why Iris was trying to talk to him, Joe was going to give him a ride home.

Barry decided that he would rather spend time with the cool kat who has the cold look in his eyes. He didn’t even walk back to the house to get his stuff for the project. It was around thirty minutes later that Barry saw the black car pull up and with no hesitation he jumped in, surprised at himself that after one day he had no fear of the teen before him.

As Snart started to drive he decided that he had to bring up Barry’s strangeness, “You don’t actually want to work on the project today. . .do you?” he asked.

“Not really. No.” Barry told him the truth as he began to feel guilty for dragging Snart out here.

“It’s no trouble Allen. You’re not the first one to ask to hang out just to get away from your home life, your other friends, or-,” but Snart never got a chance to finish because Barry repeated the words that Iris told him earlier.

“I don’t have any friends.” He made sure to look away from Snart as he said that, not wanting tears to spill from his eyes in front of his crush.

Barry didn’t notice the car park, but he did notice when a hand was placed on his shoulder and Snart looked at him with worry in his eyes. “Ya got a friend Allen,” Snart told him, trying to get the message through to the nerd that he would gladly accept him as a friend.

“You don’t have to pity me and turn me into a pity friend for your whole gang to make fun of when you have nothing better to do!” Barry shouted at him, not believing a word that Snart was telling him, and if Barry decided to look a little closer, he would’ve noticed the sad look in Snart’s eyes.

“Barry, I promise you that we don’t want to make fun of you. If we wanted to do that, we would’ve done it by now. We don’t hang out we people to bully them, that’s too much work and is a jackass move,” Snart told Barry as he grabbed his face to make Barry look in his eyes.

“i-I,” Barry couldn’t form a coherent sentence as he looked at Snart’s eyes and saw only truth in them, so unlike all the other people whose walked in his life.

Without any hesitation Snart pulled him in for a hug. It didn’t matter that he had a massive crush on the boy. It didn’t matter that he didn’t even know Barry that well yet. It didn’t even matter that Snart couldn’t process what he was doing in the moment. It didn’t matter that he called Allen Barry in the moment. What did matter at that moment was that Barry needed a friend and a shoulder to cry on and Snart was going to give him that.

“It’s okay to cry,” Snart told him as Barry finally freely let his waterworks run with no hesitation and Snart comforted him. It was in this moment that the two formed a bond and went from acquaintances and science partners to friends.

As Barry’s tears turned to sniffles, turn to hiccups, turn to silence, Snart finally had to take a look, only to find that Barry cried himself to sleep.

“Shit,” Snart said to himself as he tried to contemplate what to do in this situation. He can’t take Barry back to his house, he very much doubts that Barry wants to go back to his house right now, and he has no idea where the other teen even lived. Their’s not many other options out there.

‘I could always wake him up,’ Snart thought, but completely wiped that thought from his mind when he saw how calm and cute Barry was sleeping.

“I guess we could always just sleep in my car,” Snart finally decided on, not like it was his first time sleeping the night away in his car and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last, as he gently and quietly laid Barry down in the back seat and through his jacket over the brown haired male to keep him warm. He on the other hand decided to just sleep in the front seat.

As Snart closed his eyes to help him sleep he couldn’t turn off his brain about, well anything really. If Barry didn’t have any friends, then that left only a handful of reasons of why Barry didn’t want to leave. He was out of it at Science class, the first class they have. That means it’s something that happened before school. That leaves only three options left. It was either his adoptive dad, his sister, or both. Barry talks to highly of them for this to be something that goes on regularly, which means he didn’t want to be in the house because they don’t fight as often as he does with his dad, “Lucky guy,” Snart said aloud, not really jealous of him, just happy.

“I’m not gonna get any sleep like this,” Snart finally decided after laying down for twenty minutes. Finally coming to a decision Snart did his best to quietly get out of the car and climb up so he was laying down on the roof of it to look at the stars in the night sky, a newly lit cigarette in his mouth.

“Much better,” Snart said as he finally let his mind go blank, they only thing he’s focused on is the stars in the night sky. “I bet Barry would love to see these just how they are,” Snart said to himself.

“Love to see what,” a tired voice said beside him, and Snart almost jumped ten feet in the air when he saw Barry staring at him, with curiosity in his eyes.

“The stars in the sky,” Snart said as he noticed that Barry was wearing his jacket with something akin to pride.

“I won’t say no to that,” Barry agreed as Snart went a little closer to the edge to give Barry some room as he was finishing off the cancer stick.

“Those are bad for you ya know,” Barry told him.

“Nothing I haven’t heard before red,” Snart said, not noticing the nickname he gave Barry, or the blush on Barry’s cheeks. “Why’d you wake up anyway?” Snart asked.

“I heard noise on the roof. Ever since I was little I would wake up or not be able to sleep if too much noise was being made near me,” Barry answered honestly. He didn’t know why, but when Snart is like this, with nothing on his shoulder just calm and relaxed, Barry felt like he could tell him anything.

“Don’t mean to pry, but any reason as to why that it?” Snart began to ask but quickly added a second part, “If you don’t want to tell me then you don’t have to.”

“No, it’s fine. When I was seven my mother was murdered inside my house in our living room. I saw who did it, but no one believed me, so my dad took the blame. That’s why I’ve been living with Joe and Iris ever since. He was good friends with my dad, so I already knew Iris way before. I had to go see a therapist for years after it happened and she said it had something to do with the trauma of watching my mother be murdered in front of me,” Barry told him, a few tears in his eyes as he looked up at the stars.

“I would say I’m sorry for your loss, but I know that’s not what you want to hear. My mom died a few years back as well, at least I think she did. For all I know my bastard of a father just kicked her out and told us she’s dead, but once word spread around the neighborhood people kept on telling me how sorry they were for me. I hated it. They were sorry my mother died but weren’t sorry for anything else. It’s stupid,” Snart shared with Barry.

“Hey Snart?” Barry said in a questioning tone after a few minutes of silence passed between them.

“What is it red?” Snart asked back, using the nickname that makes Barry blush.

“Did you meant what you said earlier. That you were my friend?” Barry asked, his face going redder from even asking that question.

“Of course, I meant it. I bet if I bought you to the rest of the gang, they would be your friends to. We all look out for each other after all,” Snart said as he looked towards Barry’s face to see the other teen has started to wear a proud smile.

“Thank you,” Barry told him, not realizing that he grabbed Snarts hand, and Snart deciding not to say anything. If his crush wanted to hold his hand, then so be it.

With that the two laid in silence for what felt like hours, but knew that they had school in the morning, so finally Barry decided to look at his watch.

“Can you drop me off at my house,” Barry said as he sat up suddenly.

“Yeah of course,” Snart answered back, sitting up a lot slower then Barry, “any reason why?”

“It’s three in the morning! Also, I don’t want them to think that I’m still mad and the best way to do that it to go home and eat breakfast with them,” Barry answered with a smile.

“You’ll still hang out with my group at school, right?” Snart asked, not wanting to lose his crush to the school norms.

“Yeah of course cold,” Barry said, giving the other man a nickname as well that made the teen blush. “I’m just worried about what Iris will say or do. She can get really overprotective of me. I think that’s why she flipped out on me when she asked where I was, she was just worried,” Barry told him.

With that done the two got back inside the car and sat in a peaceful silence as Snart drove him to his house, the only sound being Barry’s voice as he gave directions.

“Careful Red,” Snart said, as Barry gave him a questioning look, “You’re hanging out with the bad kids. Don’t’ start causing trouble,” Snart said as Barry gave a small laugh, getting out of the car, but not before waving bye to Snart and saying he had a good time, trying to not make it oblivious that he really liked the other male.

Barry sighed as he saw Snart pull away and he walked up the driveway, shoving his hands in the pockets of Snart’s jacket.

That made Barry stop in his tracks, “I still have his jacket,” Barry said to himself, not knowing what to do in this situation. Snart’s never been to school without his jacket before, that Barry can remember, and now here he is wearing that said jacket as he walks into his house with the family that will remember that he has never owned that jacket.

“I can figure this out,” Barry said to himself as he took a few more steps towards the door, but then suddenly stopped.

“No! I can’t go in there. When I walk down the stairs for breakfast their going to know that it’s someone else’s jacket. On one hand they love me, but on the other hand they are never going to accept this side of me. Maybe I can just put it in my backpack till I get to school and then put it on. No! I can’t do that either. Then Snart will know that I made a sure decision to wear his jacket around the school, but I also don’t want to give it away,” Barry stressed over the jacket, until finally he came to a decision.

“I’ll wear it, give it back to Snart when I see him and if anyone ask then I was borrowing it from a friend, not that Iris will believe that, cause according to her I have no friends, but I do!” With his master plan formed Barry walked inside his house, now close to four in the morning to get a few extra hours of sleep.

Barry woke up, not to Iris telling him to get up, but of his alarm clock that he sets up in case Iris forgets, not that she has ever forgotten. With Barry now awake he dressed himself, being sure to add Snart’s jacket to his outfit and with both calm and confidence he walked down the stairs to see Iris sitting at the table eating breakfast and Joe, once again cooking breakfast. Joe looked happy to see him, as Iris looked a mix of apologetic, surprised, and happy.

Without any warning Iris jumped up from her spot to hug him, “I’m so sorry that I said those things! I didn’t mean any of them! Please forgive me,” she said to him, a few tears rushing down her face.

“Iris I forgive you. You don’t have to worry,” Barry said happily as he hugged her back, but the hug soon stopped as Iris pulled away from the feel of the new material that Barry was wearing.

“Barry what is this?” she asked him, knowing exactly who at school wears the leather jackets.

“a friend let me borrow it last night,” Barry told her, emphasizing the friend to get his point through, but felt a little guilty about it as he saw Iris look down. “sorry about being harsh. My friend just wanted to make sure that you knew that I wasn’t a loner and yes, I do have friends. He felt like me having his jacket would help prove that. I’m supposed to give back today anyways.,” Barry informed her as she took the apology, after all she just made up with her brother, she certainly didn’t want to fight again.

“Well I for one am glad that your making friends and patching things up with Iris Bear,” Joe told him as he gave his son a supportive pat on the back.

If Barry was being honest, he didn’t like that he was calling Snart his friend, he wanted to be more then friends with the cold teen, but knew that, that was highly unlikely to happen, after all who could love him. Snart would’ve never been friends with him in the first place if it wasn’t for this stupid science project.

The conversation soon came to a stop however when all three of them heard a car honk outside their house. All three went to check it out, and why Iris and Joe were confused as to who could own that car, Barry’s face lit up with a smile as he grabbed his stuff and raced out the door with a smile on his face, saying that he has a ride to school.

“I didn’t know you were going to start picking me up to school,” Barry said as he got in the passenger side of Snart’s car.

“and I wasn’t expecting my jacket to be stolen,” Snart said back in a joking manner, and Barry didn’t feel threatened at all, in fact a smile grew on his face at the banter Snart was giving him.

“In all fairness I had no idea that I even had your jacket until after you dropped me off. You should be more careful about giving it to people to use as a blanket,” Barry told him.

“Touché Allen,” Snart told him as he started to drive away, but Barry glared at him as he put a lucky in his mouth.

“Really again, Barry said as he yanked it out of his mouth. “Didn’t we have a talk last night about how these are bad for you,” Barry told him.

“I’m not forcing you into trying them,” Snart said in his defense, as he tried to get it back. If Barry ever started his bad habit, he would kick it right out of him. He was already gone to his demons, no need for perfect Barry Allen to get warped up in it as well.

“Fine,” Barry said dejectedly, not wanting Snart to continue, but letting him. “Just be more careful,” Barry said in a sad voice.

“I promise,” Snart told him, not knowing at the time how much that promise meant to him.

“Thank you!” Barry said as he turned around to face the window, his arms crossed and his nose turn up, in order to look like he was fighting but it only made him and Snart laugh.

“We’re not heading towards the school,” Barry said calmly as he watched the roads Snart was taking.

“Not yet. I have to go pick up another person. I think he wants to meet you,” Snart said, hoping that Mick doesn’t embarrass him in front of Allen.

“Oh! That reminds me,” Barry said as he turned towards Snart “Do you want your jacket back?” Barry asked, starting to take it off, after all he wasn’t planning on keeping it, no matter how much he wanted to.

“Nah,” Snart said as he tried to keep the red off of his face. “You can keep it for now, besides I need to get another one anyways,” Snart said, trying to cover up the fact that he enjoys how Barry looks with his jacket on, especially knowing that it’s his jacket that Barry is wearing.

Finally, the car came to a stop as Snart rolled his window down to point to the backseat, making Mick left an eyebrow. Front seat has always been his and as far as he knows only one person can take it from him, a smile began to form on his face as he opened the door to the backseat to sit in the middle to find he was right. In the front seat was none other than Barry Allen and, Mick’s eyes widened when he saw what he was wearing, he was wearing Snart’s jacket.

Barry looked nervous as Mick got in, not so good with new people, and he might get along with Snart, but who’s to say Mick will be as nice.

“Snart finally got to ya?” Mick asked as Barry looked confused and Snart glared at him from the rearview mirror. “Mick,” Snart said with warning in his voice.

“I was just curious is all,” Mick said in his defense as he leaned into the seat. “So, are we skipping today?” Mick asked to change the subject, but the question put Barry in a panic as he glared at Snart.

“You didn’t tell me we were skipping!?” Barry yelled at him.

“Calm down red,” Snart told him, “Everyone needs a break every once in a while. Skipping one day of school will not kill you and if anything, it’ll get blamed on us and you’ll get away with a slap on the wrist,” Snart told him.

“But that wouldn’t be fair to you,” Barry pointed out, not wanting someone to take the blame for something that he did.

“Allen just relax,” Snart told him, trying to calm the other male down. “We’ll all be fine and if you don’t want to skip again after this then we won’t make you, but you did have a stressful day yesterday and you need to rewind,” Snart told him, and well Barry couldn’t argue with that logic. “Plus, we’re going to meet up with the rest of the gang,” Snart added with a smile on his face that made Barry go into a whole other mode of panic.

It didn’t take long until they were at the park that Snart took Barry to for them to do their science project. As Snart was parking Barry could make out three figures, who he could tell from a mile away, are a part of the Rouges.

Snart parked the car as he and Mick got out, Barry following close behind, scared that he was going to get ditched at the last minute.

“Finally, are strong and fearless leader deciding to grace us with his presence,” one of the younger teens who looked to be in a lower grade said, he had dark brown hair and wore glasses, but fit right in with the group.

“ooohhhh! Who’s this? A new friend?!” another one of other teens shouted as he ran up to Barry to wrap him up in a hug, but he seemed to be older.

“uh- hi,” Barry introduced himself, feeling a little awkward as the older teen hugged him. This one had blonde hair that looked to go in any direction, but he didn’t seem to care.

“Would you two please calm down,” Mark said to the other two, but he was as just curious as who this new person was.

“Where’s Digger?” Snart asked looking at the other three.

“How should we know! He’s always late,” Hartley complained.

“Ay I heard that ya ingrate,” Digger yelled as he walked up to the two, and Barry could clea.rly see that he was also a senior along with him, Snart, and Mick.

“Well if ya don’t want to be made fun of then start showing up on time,” Hartley yelled back.

“We didn’t agree on no time,” Sam said, and as he spoke Barry could hear an accent.

“Would the two of you stop,” Mick finally said as he got out a flask to take a swig from it, not really caring about the consequences and that only made Barry sigh in defeat.

“If you would all please be quiet, I would like to introduce you to a new member of our group,” as Snart said that they all looked at him in confusion, even Barry. He didn’t agree to be a part of the group, but he sure as hell isn’t going to say no to it. With that decision made in his head Barry smiled and went along with Snart.

“This is Barry Allen and he’s now going to be a part of our fun little group. Barry this is as you’ve already met, Mick,” Snart said as Mick just dipped his flask towards him and Barry waved. “The shorty over there is Hartley, but don’t let his size fool you, he’s a genius. In fact he skipped two grades and is now junior,” Hartley looked at Barry with distrust in his eyes, but gave him a polite smile and a wave anyways, “Don’t feel bad he doesn’t trust easily,” Mick added in to the conversation as Hartley glared at the alcoholic and the two started to fight. Snart just ignored them as he went on with the introductions

“This asshole who is always late is Digger,” Snart said as Digger took a sip from his energy drink and waved, giving Barry a nice smile to show that he trust him if Snart trust him. “he’s a senior like us, but I doubt you’ve seen him around school. He normally sleeps in,” Snart explained.

“The serious one looking over the blonde,” Snart said as he pointed to a taller male that was standing next to Hartley and the blonde, “He’s the babysitter, you’ll find out why soon enough, but his name is Mark.”

“Finally, is the blonde who hugged you earlier. He doesn’t really know what personal boundaries mean sometimes, so sorry about that. This is James and he’s actually older then us, he graduated last year, but let’s just say that his family didn’t want to deal with him and we volunteered to look after him,” Snart finished as James looked at him with stars in his eyes at his new friend.

“We can play darts with him later! Right Lenny?” James asked as he ran back to Barry.

“If Barry wants to,” Snart said as he looked at Barry.

“I’m not that good at it, but if you want me to play a game with you later then sure,” Barry agreed happily as James smile grew wider, he demanded that they keep him.

Eventually they were all talking and laughing, but Barry felt like he needed a small break from all the interaction he was doing and decided to walk towards the back of the car to catch a breather.

He sat down and was staring at the ground lost in thought until he heard a voice, “You know he’s only letting you hang out with us because he feel sorry for you,” the voice said and Barry knew that it was directed at him, so he lifted up his head to see Hartley standing above him.

“He’s not doing this because he feels sorry for me,” Barry told the younger teen, after all Snart assured him that he wasn’t a pity friend.

“Of course, you are. You’re just like everyone else he brings to hang out with us. Something isn’t going right in your perfect life, so you decide to join the bad kids and tears us all away from each other! Well guess what! We don’t need some perfect nerdy freak to ruin our perfect friend group. You might as well give that jacket back, after all he doesn’t need you running it,” Hartley said, not caring how sad Barry felt. “Just go home. No one wants you here and we never did. After all Lenny is just taking pity on you. He would never want you for a friend,” Hartley would’ve continued but at the same time two things happened. Barry got up to run away, back to the same place he would run to when he was a child and Len heard what Hartley was saying to his crush.

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Snart yelled and it made Hartley turn around in shock and fear. “Barry wait!” Snart yelled, but he wouldn’t stop.

“I’ll talk to you later,” Snart said with a glare as he chased after the upset teen.

Hartley walked back to the group looking down, but he knew that none of them felt sorry for him, even if he was the youngest.

“You really messed up kid,” Mick said to him.

“He doesn’t belong in this group. He’s a nerd. He wouldn’t fit in anyway. I don’t know what Len was thinking! Bringing him into our group!” Hartley ranted, as James looked sad that his family was having a fight, the other two glanced at each other and then stared at Mick, waiting for his answer, after all he knew Snart better than all of them.

“Listen kid,” Mick started as he saw tears filling up Hartley’s eyes, “you don’t know what Allen has been going through, or what Len’s been doing for him. The two are helping each other and if Snart wants Allen to join then Allen has a right to join,” Mick explained, but only got a glare from Hartley.

“But you do know what Len is going through! You know better than the rest of us, after all he tells you everything,” Hartley accused Mick, and Mick can’t blame the kid he was right.

“I do know a little bit more about their situation then you, but I don’t know Allen’s side just Lens’” Mick told him as he looked away from Hartley.

“Then why doesn’t he tell us!” Hartley complained.

“Because he doesn’t want to lose you,” Mick said confidently, and this shocked all of them, except James, Mick knew that no matter what they told James he would always be a part of their group.

“He can’t get rid of us that easily,” Digger said with his arms crossed and Mark agreeing with him.

“I’m not going to tell you guys what’s going on, but I will tell you this. If his dad found out, then he would put Snart six feet under. You understand,” Mick told them with a glare as they all became aware of how serious this was turning out to be. “When Snart is able to get Barry to calm down Hartley you have to apologize,” Mick said with a serious tone and glare.

“What!” Hartley tried to fight, but quickly took it back as he looked down at his feet guilty, “Alright I’ll apologize.”

With that the conversation ended, but around the same time their conversation started Snart was still chasing after Barry, trying to find out where he ran off to.

“Barry!” Snart shouted as he turned down another road, not expecting to get a replay, but hoping none the less.

“Go away!” Barry shouted back from inside an old word down fence that Snart took a few minutes to find the entrance to. When he did he saw that he was in another park, but this one was a lot more run down, with a busted swing set, Barry sitting on the only good one, and a slide that looked like it would break if anyone tried to climb it.

Snart walked towards Barry sitting down on the ground next to him, considering the other swing was broken.

“I’m sorry about Hartley. He just gets overprotective about us. He doesn’t like new people when they first show and usually does something like this to make them run away. He did the same thing to Sam at first as well, and now look at how well the two of them get along,” Snart explained, not wanting Barry to cry anymore. “Please don’t cry,” Snart said as he looked up towards Barry’s face, seeing him trying to dry his tears. “I don’t like it when you cry. It makes me sad as well,” Snart said with a small smile on his face, trying to get Barry to cheer up.

“You’re not a pity friend. I told you before and I’ll tell you again. I’ll tell you as many times as I need to. Also, I don’t really bring new people into the group that often, like I said Hartley just doesn’t like new people so he tries to keep them out so they can’t ruin us,” Snart told him, looking down at the ground again.

“You sure?” Barry asked, trying to keep his tears down.

“Yeah! Of course, I’m sure red!” Snart told him with a reassuring smile.

“Their you go calling me red again. What is it with you and that nickname?” Barry asked, his tears gone.

“You don’t think I see you blush as often as you do,” Snart teased as Barry blushed more.

“I don’t blush,” Barry tried to fight but it only made Snart laugh.

“You’re doing it now,” he said as Barry fell off the swing making Snart stop, until Barry busted out laughing and Snart soon joined him.

As their laughter died down Barry stared at the sky, a happy smile on his face as he spoke, “Ya know, I haven’t had this much fun in a long while.”

“I think that I might have to agree with you on that,” Snart said as he rolled over on his side to stare at Barry.

“You’ve changed my life! My whole world view! You gave me hope again!” Barry said happily as he sat up and spread his arms wide, only to fall down on the ground and roll on his side so he can face Snart as well.

“I’m glad I could give you that,” Snart said happily as he closed his eyes and when he did he was not expecting for Barry to choose that moment to smash their lips together, making his eyes go wide with a brief hesitation, before he closed his eyes and pushed into the kiss.

Snart decided to take control and push Barry fully on the ground as the two broke apart for a brief second to breath and Snart pushed his lips back on to the other male’s.

Snart positioned one of his legs to go over Barry’s and the other to go between Barry’s thighs, getting a soft moan from Barry, but he wouldn’t dare go farther than that.

“Barry Allen dare I say that I love you,” Snart said and it made Barry’s eyes go wide.

“You l-love me!” Barry shouted, not knowing how he should feel about that. On one hand he was crushing on Snart hard and he still is, but on the other hand he just found out that Snart was gay and loved him, which means he’s been crushing on Barry for a while now to.

“Arry-!” Barry heard his name being shouted and he got back to what he was to stare at the cold and calculating teen.

“You don’t have to say it back yet, so get out of that calculating brain of yours and just relax. For now, just let me be your boyfriend?” Snart asked and Barry could live with that. A smile on his face he wrapped his arms around Snart’s neck and bought him in for a kiss, but Snart had to pull away to be snarky.

“Does that mean yes?”

“What do you think?” Barry asked back and Snart took that as a que to bring Barry back in for another kiss.

“We should go back before they come looking for us,” Snart decided after another minute had passed.

“Do they know about you?” Barry asked, worried that the gang was going to like him even less now.

“Only Mick does. In fact, once I tell him about us, he’s probably going to punch me for taking so long. Then he’s going to punch me again when he finds out that you kissed me first,” Snart said as he got up and then helped Barry up, but what he said only made Barry laugh.

“What about you?” Snart asked and it made Barry freeze.

“I know that Joe and Iris will always love me, but I haven’t gotten up the courage to tell them. I really think Iris will accept me, but I think if she finds out that it’s you, I’m dating, well she might kill you,” Barry decided on as Snart gave a nervous laughter.

“I want to tell them, just as I’m sure you want to tell your friends, well their more like your family, I’m just nervous about what will happen,” Barry said as the two cleaned themselves up.

“I know what you mean. If my dad ever found out he would put me six feet under,” Snart said and Barry looked at him worriedly.

“Len are you okay in that house,” Barry asked worriedly, still not knowing much about Snart’s home situation.

“I’ll survive the rest of the year Red. You don’t have to worry about me,” Snart reassured, but wasn’t expecting Barry to hold out his pinky finger and give him a serious look.

“Promise you’ll be careful,” Barry said, and it made Snart think back to when Barry last made him promise this, but this time it felt more serious.

“I promise,” Snart said as he intertwined their pinkies, not expecting Barry to give him a peck on the lips, “and we seal it with a kiss,” Barry said as he let go. “That way if you break the promise you also break my heart.

That felt like an arrow going right through Snart’s own heart. He didn’t care about what happened to him, but Barry he cared. If him getting hurt would break Barry’s heart, then he was going to do everything in his power to make sure that his dad never finds out about them.

It took the two boys a few minutes to get presentable again, after all they did have Snart’s, and well now Barry’s, group of friends to face.

As the two got closer and could start to see an outline the others Barry would be lying if he wasn’t a little bit scared of what, not only Hartley, but the others might think of him as well.

Snart on the other hand would be lying if he wasn’t a still a little pissed at what the youngest Rouge did, but he would do his best to keep his temper in check.

“Hartley has something he liked to say,” Mick said as the two got closer and he pushed Hartley forward, making the younger boy feel even more guilty.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you and for making you run away. You can come hang out with us any time,” Hartley said, the first part was a little forced, but the second part was genuine and that’s what made Barry smile.

“It’s no problem,” Barry said happily, even if the kid didn’t fully accept him yet, he would slowly warm up to Barry as they see more of him, especially around Snart.

Mick saw a difference in his best friend as he saw the small, barely noticeable, smile on his leaders face and that was all Mick had to see to know what was going on.

“Bout time,” Mick whispered gruffly to Len as he elbowed the said teen.

“Ow! Was that really necessary?” Len asked him, trying to not alert the others to what was going on, they failed however as Digger noticed and alerted Sam, who got James, which then alerted Barry and Hartley, but they kept it low that they were watching.

“Yes. You’re such a dumbass sometimes. Can’t believe it took you this long,” Mick spoke as he took a sip of his drink.

“I’m sorry if what I was trying to do wasn’t exactly normal!” Snart complained as Barry went to stand next to Mick, slowly making his way over to his boyfriend.

“Does this mean we finally get to know what’s up with you?” Sam asked and it only made Snart sigh in defeat as he looked towards his best friend and boyfriend for help.

“I didn’t tell them anything,” Mick said as he shrugged.

“Don’t look at me. I don’t want to cause more trouble,” Barry said, which made Snart sigh in defeat once again.

“Wait he knows what’s up with you!?” Hartley asked in a shocked surprise.

“Trust me kid. When he decides to tell you what’s up with him, why Barry knows is going to make perfect sense,” Mick said with a smirk as it made everyone else think about what it could be.

“Why don’t you just tell them?” Barry asked him, and it made Snart stare in a pleasant shock. “I’m not telling you that you have to or anything, but after Hartley made me runaway because he didn’t want me messing up your group, I knew that they would accept you for anything, but it’s your decision.”

“But it’s not just my decision anymore. If I tell them then it involves you as well,” Snart told him, worry clearly on his face.

“I gave you my permission when I bought the idea up,” Barry told him softly, and in that moment Snart knew exactly how he was going to tell his friends.

“gosh I love you,” Snart said as he bought Barry in for a short kiss.

“Yay! Lenny found a prince,” James cheered as the two separated with a smile.

“I guess you decided to tell them after all,” Barry said with a smile as they looked towards the rest of the group.

“I fucking knew it,” Diggory shouted as he pointed at Snart, “and you didn’t tell me! That hurts man,” and Snart knew that Dig accepted him, even in his weird way of showing it. That left two.

“This is why you invited Barry into our group. To become one of us?” Hartley asked, not in a menacing way, but an angry way.

“I wasn’t planning on hiding from you all forever. I guess I just needed someone who could give me that final push to tell you, and Barry gave me that. Mick knew for a while because he found out in middle school. The jerk just out right asked me as we were walking home one day. Caught me completely off guard and I couldn’t deny it,” Snart explained.

“he was a dumbass then and he’s. dumbass now,” Mick said in a serious tone, but it didn’t last long as he busted out laughing at his own joke.

“What does this mean for us?” Hartley asked, as he still glared at Barry.

“Barry is joining us unofficially because I love him. Is it really that bad?” Snart asked him back.

“It’s not the fact that you love someone,” Hartley defended, “It’s the fact that we know nothing about him. He could be using you for all we know!”

“Hart you need to calm down. Barry isn’t using us. These two have apparently been crushing hard on each other for years,” Mick said as he gave Hartley a supportive pat on the back.

“I’ll admit that Len is a good excuse to not be at home when me and Iris get in a fight, but he was there for me when no one else was. I’m not big when it comes to the whole friend’s category, but Len changed that for me. He gave me a new light in my life,” Barry explained, and Hartley had to admit that he was a little bit disgusted at the hearts that are shining in the brown-haired teens eyes.

“Okay okay! I’ll give him a chance just don’t get all lovey dovey around me. You know I hate that crap!” Hartley said as he pushed Barry towards Snart and let himself flop onto the ground as they laugh at their youngest member.

It was three hours after school was supposed to get out and you find Barry and Len in his car as he drives to drop Barry off at his house, dropping Mick off five minutes earlier.

“Thanks for the wonderful day. I didn’t know I needed this until now, I feel . . .more relaxed I guess would be the right word for it,” Barry said as he looked towards Snart who was trying to look serious, but was actually holding back a blush and it only made Barry giggle.

‘Fucking giggle!’ Snart thought as he failed even more at looking cool. “Everyone has those days. They just don’t know they need them until it’s all done,” Snart answered the brown-haired teen.

“Wise and brave,” Barry joked to himself, but only made Len bring his free hand to wrap it around Barry’s shoulders, and Barry willingly leaned in, making it easier for Len to drive the car.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Barry said in a whisper.

“Me to red but every good thing has to come to end at some point. If you get in trouble then you can blame it on me,” Snart said as he pulled up and parked the car outside of Barry’s house.

“With any luck they won’t know a thing, but that’s only wishful thinking,” Barry said as he looked at the house in dread.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow,” Snart said with a cheeky smile.

“We don’t have school tomorrow, it’s Saturday,” Barry pointed out with a confused look.

“Exactly,” Snart said as he leaned in to give Barry a peck on the lips as a goodbye.

“Alright tomorrow,” Barry agreed as he got out of the car with a smile, wearing Len’s jacket with pride as he walked towards his door and hearing the rev of Len’s car leave.

“Barry! We have to have a talk!” Joe screamed from the other room as he could hear his teenage son walk through the door. Barry only sighed as Joe came into view, he knew this conversation was going to happen.

“Sit!” Joe demanded as he pointed to a spot in the living room and Joe sat in the chair across form him. “Why were you not in school today?” Joe asked, waiting for Barry to come up with an excuse.

“I just needed a break from everything. It was getting to be too much for me. I’ve always had perfect attendance and straight A’s! I don’t know why missing one day is such a big deal!” Barry defended himself, and Joe was shocked at his answer.

“You needed a break?” Joe aske, but Barry didn’t respond so he continued, “from what Bear? Iris? Me? School?”

“All of it! It’s not like this is gonna become a habit! I took one day off! What’s the big deal!?”

“I’m just worried Bear,” Joe finally admitted as Barry looked confused, feeling guilty for yelling at the man who took him in.

“’Of what?” Barry asked.

“It’s your new friends. Ever since you met them you’ve been coming home late, fighting with Iris, skipping school,” Joe pointed out and Barry sighed at how much he must’ve been worrying the older male.

“Joe I’m sorry. Iris and me. That has nothing to do with my friends. The whole reason the fights started was because she said I had no friends then when I finally found some, she was judging me for it. I’ll make up with her over it. I promise. I was angry with Iris and I didn’t want to come home that’s why I was out so late. On the whole skipping thing, I didn’t know I was skipping till it was already done. They promised not to force me to skip again unless it looked like I needed it, like today, even then I’ll do my best to convince them to wait till Saturday.”

“Why don’t we just clear up this whole mess and invite your friends over for dinner?” Joe suggested and Barry had to think on that. On one hand it would be nice, but would they accept. It would also be Barry introducing Len to his family, without coming out to them, but he also knew that Joe wouldn’t let this go. Barry sighed as he thought of a decision.

“I’ll ask them next time I see them, but I’m not going to promise anything. Some of them don’t trust easily,” Barry said as he thought back to earlier that day.

“That’s all I can ask for Bear. Do this one thing for me and I won’t ground you,” Joe said as he patted Barry on the back and walked away from the chair he was sitting in.

Barry smiled in delight at how Joe was being. He had to make up with Iris, which will be easiest to do if he says sorry.

“Iris!” Barry called out as he knocked on her door.

“Come in!” She shouted as Barry walked in the room to see Iris laying on her bed, textbook and notebook open with a pencil laying down as Iris sat up on her bed to glare at him.

“I just came to talk, no fighting,” Barry said as he sat down in a chair and she sighed, losing the glare.

“I’m just worried about you Barry. I didn’t mean to start this big fight. Just tell me what’s going on. Talk to me like how we used to back when we were kids,” she said as she closed her books and set them on her desk, grabbing Barry’s hand forcing him to sit on her bed.

The two got in a comfortable position as if they were children again. “Where do you want me to start?” Barry asked, prepared to tell her any and everything, no more secrets before them.

“Let’s start slow. I’m sorry for saying you have no friends. It’s just. I thought Cisco and Caitlin were your friends, but I guess they’ve been more of mine then yours,” Iris apologized to him.

“I haven’t had many friends since junior high. It wasn’t until I got stuck with this science project that I was able to gain some friends,” Barry told her with a smile.

“Are you gonna tell me more, especially cause that jacket has been bothering me since you came home wearing it, and this is the second time.

“The first night we did the project, then we got in a fight so he helped me not think about it and I accidentally fell asleep, it wasn’t until way later in the night did I realize how late it truly was, then today we skipped and not counting all of the fights we’ve been having it’s actually been a really good week because of him,” Barry said, and Iris could see a light in her brothers eyes that she hasn’t seen in a long time, then a thought struck her.

“You’ve been saying him or he, not them? I thought you made multiple friends?” Iris questioned him.

“I did! It’s just he was the first one,” Barry answered her, but Iris wanted to know what that light was about, not that she wasn’t happy, she was just curious and worried. Last thing she needs is for some “friend” to break her brother.

“There’s something that changes about you when you speak about your friend. What’s his name?’ Iris asked and she could hear Barry take a gulp, but he answered truthfully.

“Leonard Snart.”

“Barry! He’s bad news!” Iris started to lecture him.

“No! You’re not going to do this. Listen to me speak then you can make judgements all you want, but I’ve talked with him. We have common interest and he’s a friend,” Barry told her, feeling guilty for not being able to tell her his true feelings, as Iris shook her head for him to go on. “He let me hang out with him when I lied about wanting to work on the project, he said I could always come to him if I needed a shoulder to lean on. He let me borrow his jacket when I fell asleep and let me keep it afterwards. He defended me against one of his friends after he made me cry. Len for all the bad rumors about him is actually a decent guy, but no one gives him the time of day,” and as Barry continued to speak Iris finally recognized what the light was that she saw in Barry’s eyes and had to stop him.

“Barry?” she asked, and her brother stopped and looked at her, worried that something was wrong, “You love him. Don’t you?” she asked, and she almost regretted asking as she saw fear replacing the light. Iris never wanted to see fear in her brothers’ eyes and will fight anyone who thinks they should scare him.

“Barry you need to calm down,” Iris told him as she could feel his breathing quicken. She calmed Barry down as she matched his breathing and slowly got him to match her slower pace, but the downside is that his cheeks were filling up with tears.

“Barry don’t cry,” she told him, but he had a hard time stopping it.

“I wanted to tell you so badly, but I didn’t want you to hate me. I felt guilty every time I couldn’t tell you. I wanted to be able to tell you myself, but I guess you beat me to it,” Barry said, trying to stop his tears with a laugh.

Iris laughed at his silly joke, but instead of saying anything she decided to bring her brother into a hug and as the two hugged Barry knew at this moment that his sister accepted him for who he was, and she would have his back through thick n thin. “I love you Iris.”

“Love you to ya big nerd,” she said back and the two laughed as they pulled away from the hug. “So are you dating him?” she asked, eyeing the jacket her brother was wearing.

“We started today actually. . .”he trailed off with a blush forming on his face.

“But. . .?” Iris asked.

“But we’ve kind of been crushing on each for at least a year now,” Barry said awkwardly, but it only made Iris laugh.

“I’ve never been happier for you Barry,” She told him as he started to get up.

“Same here Iris, but I’m gonna go and get some sleep,” Barry said but before he could even get up Iris stopped him.

“What did I say earlier. Like we were kids. Sleep with me in here and we can stay up as late as we want telling each other stories,” She said with sneaky smile, and Barry couldn’t stop the smile from his face forming.

‘Just like when we were kids huh?’ Barry asked himself but agreed.

The two actually weren’t able to stay up much later as they both passed out on the bed laughing, but when Joe went to check on them a smile formed on his face. He knew his son wasn’t telling him the full story, but he was okay with it for now. His kids are getting along again, and Barry will tell him what he’s hiding when he’s ready. When Barry decides to tell him Joe will listen with an open mind. With that done Joe went to his own bed to get some sleep for himself.

Snart was having a less fun night. Once he got home his dad was pissed that Snart wasn’t at school and while Snart wasn’t going to run and hide he was yelling back, but he was also trying to calm down his father because Lisa was right in the next room.

“You’re just an ungrateful Brat!” his dad yelled at him, but Snart yelled back.

“You’re a drunk who’s wasting his life savings on alcohol instead of helping his children!”

“Punk!

“Drunk!

The two shouted insults and swears at each other, but it was right before Lisa entered the room that ended the fight. It was at this moment that Lewis took a final swig to empty the bottle of alcohol and punched his son in the left eye.

“Fuck you!” Snart shouted at Lewis, but grabbed his eye and walked towards Lisa, to stop her from seeing the damage their father had done not only to his son, but also to himself.

“You okay Lenny?” The eight-year-old asked.

“I’m fine Lisa. You and me we’re going to go and hang out with my friend’s tomorrow. Okay?” Snart asked her, putting her to bed thanking God that Lewis had enough father decency to feed her.

“Okay Lenny!” She said excitedly. After all, Len always takes her to have a fun time when his friends are involved.

“Good night Lisa” Snart said as he leaned in and kissed her forehead as he tucked her in.

“Goodnight Lenny!” She said as she saw her brother walk to the other side of the room and tucked himself in his pallet of blankets on the floor.

It was the next day when Barry had just got done eating breakfast that the house heard a honk outside and the same car as last time was outside in the driveway.

“Remember what we talked about Bear!” Joe called as Barry confirmed while running out the door.

The confusing thing to Barry when we got in the car was in the front, the middle, was a small elementary girl whose black hair was in pigtails as she wore a red dress, a white shirt under it, a pair of pumps, and white socks on her feet. She looked really happy to be where she is, that’s for sure.

Barry just put a smile on his face as he sat next to her and talked to her. “What’s your name?”

“My Name’s Lisa and I’m eight years old!” she said happily, to the point of jumping up and down.

“Lisa calm down! I told you that you can’t jump around when I’m driving!” Len shouted at her, but the weird thing was he made sure to keep all the anger out of his voice.

“Sorry Lenny.” The girl said disappointed, but Len just smiled and ruffled her hair with a smile.

“I know. I’m just worried about you. Now I know you haven’t met my new friend yet so let me introduce you to Barry Allen,” Snart told her.

“So, you’re Lenny’s new friend! Hey, Lenny, are we going to pick up Micky as well?” Lisa asked him and Barry raised an eyebrow at all the nicknames this happy girl seemed to give.

“I thought it would be a good idea if we only hung out with Barry today. We can bother Mick some other time,” Len told her as she started to pout, but it was when Snart took a look at Lisa that Barry caught, very briefly mind you, a glimpse of a dark colored spot on his left eye.

“Len what is that?” Barry asked, but Once Snart felt like he was being caught he turned his head to hide it again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Len tried to defend himself, but this is the bad part about having little siblings.

“Lenny and Daddy got in another fight,” Lisa spoke sadly making Barry glare at Snart for trying to hide it.

“Len turn the car around. We are going to go back to my house, and I am going to clean up that bruise. With the way it looks it can get infected if nothing is done,” Barry said demandingly.

Snart wanted to fight his boyfriend on the subject, but he felt like a worse fight could break out if he did, after a minute of thinking Snart decided to take the car around the block and brought it back to Barry’s house. He parked the car and helped Lisa out, but anytime he looked at Barry’s face he saw anger in his brown eyes, and that did scare Snart, because he had no idea where that anger was directed at.

“Joe! Iris! I’m back. I have a few guests with me as well!” Barry shouted as he entered the house.

“That was quick,” Joe said as he greeted him, a cup of coffee in his hand as he walked out of the kitchen, it was when he saw Snarts face did he give Barry a questing glance.

“Is this your new friend you’ve been hanging out with?” Joe asked.

“Yeah. Joe meet Leonard Snart. Snart meet Joe,” Barry introduced them.

“And who’s this cute girl?” Joe questioned, sensing the anger radiating off of Barry and knowing it has something to do with the bruise now sporting the other males face.

“My name’s Lisa and I’m 8!” She said happily.

“My sister,” Len explained before more questions could come in.

“I’m sorry about this Joe but could you or Iris watch over Lisa for a few minutes for him. I have to yell at an idiot and get him fixed up,” Barry asked, but Joe had a feeling that something more was going on between Barry and Snart, but didn’t voice his opinion and instead got Lisa to the kitchen to feed her when he found out she had yet to eat that day.

Once they were out of sight Barry grabbed Snarts hand and dragged the other male up the stairs towards his bedroom and told him to stay as he grabbed the first aid kit.

It was as Barry was fixing him up that the two finally talked. “You promised me you were safe in that house,” Barry started. “You told me you were being careful! I knew I should have done something, but do I ever listen to my gut when it’s right!? No! Never!”

“Barry, I think you need to calm down,” Snart said bravely, and after he said it, did he find out what a mistake that was.

“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down! I have a right to be pissed off! Any closer and this could’ve seriously hurt your vision in your left eye! But you’re right let’s just calm down and not worry about it!"

“Okay I see your point. I just didn’t want you to worry about me,” Snart defended himself.

“I was worried about you since you hinted that your house wasn’t that good of a place to be. I don’t want you or Lisa to go back to that house. You can stay with us and I’ll talk to Joe. At least for a week. Please just give it a try and if it’s better than we can talk to Joe and he can help you.” Barry told him, but Snart was just in shock.

“Help. . .me?” he questioned.

“Yes! Joe is a fucking police detective! He’s well liked amongst the community, even with all the critiscm he gets! Believe it or not, but yes, he can actually build a case for you. Aren’t you almost 18?” Barry ranted and ended with a question.

“In a few months yes, but what about Lisa?” Snart questioned.

“Joe can get custody of her until you’re eighteen, then he can grant full custody to you. All I’m fully asking from you is to not go in that house and if you do to not get hurt,” Barry said the last part quietly as he leaned in to Snart.

It was as the two took this moment to kiss gently, that Snart felt the tears running down not only his cheeks, but Barry’s as well.

The two pulled away as Snart answered his question, “Okay. As long as I have Joe’s permission, we’ll stay with you.”

The next kiss was happier as Barry was smiling into it and practically throwing himself at Snart in happiness.

It didn’t last long however as a voice came from Barry’s doorway. “Isn’t this a surprise.”

“Iris!” Barry shouted as he jumped away from Snart and the two looked guilty at being caught, but Lisa, who was right next to her ran towards Snart with her hands in the air!

“Lenny has a girlfriend!” It would have been funny, and Len would correct her on the term, but being caught by Iris was different.

She strode confidently over to where Barry was, and with Barry shaking and scared of what she would do as she lifted her hands towards him, and Snart was ready to pounce on her, female or not Barry was his love and he won’t let anything or anyone hurt him, but both boys were wrong to be scared as all Iris did was bring Barry in a strong hug and whisper quietly in his ear, “I accept you and still love you. You’re my brother after all.”

It was after those words that Barry broke down into tears and hugged her back, “I love you to sis.”

“Now to you,” Iris said as she released Barry from the hug, her emotions doing a 180 as she got into protective sister mode. “If you even think about hurting Barry for a second I will hunt you down and castrate you, especially if you make him do something he doesn’t want to do,” she threatened as Snart gulped in fear.

“Don’t be mean to Lenny! He didn’t do anything!” Lisa shouted at Iris, but she only smiled and leaned down to Lisa.

“That’s our jobs as the siblings. We go to whoever our sibling is dating and threaten them, so they don’t break our brother’s heart,” Iris explained to her as Lisa caught on and walked away from Snart towards Barry.

“Don’t hurt Lenny!” Lisa shouted as she jumped up and landed on Barry’s foot, making the teenager grab his foot in pain and the other two teens in the room laugh at his misfortune.

“You should tell dad about Snart’s home life, you know he would let them stay here until their situation get better,” Iris told Barry and he agreed, but Iris wasn’t finished, “I also think you should tell him about you and Snart. Dad is a really accepting person. He’s not going to say no and he’ll be able to help Snart and Lisa better.”

“I’ll think about it. It’s not just me I would be outing. Len has to be okay with it as well,” Barry told her.

“And I am okay with it,” Len said, getting tired of the talking as if he doesn’t exist.

“Are you sure?” Barry asked him.

“I’m having some weird déjà vu,” Snart said with a smirk as Barry looked at him confused. “This is the same conversation we had in front of the boys; the only difference is that we swapped places. Right now, I’m the voice of reason. I told my friends; you can tell Joe.”

“We can tell him together,” Barry decided as he grabbed Snarts hand.

“We’ll be there to support you,” Iris said as she grabbed Barry’s shoulder, holding Lisa’s hand.

Once the group had made their decision, they all went downstairs to greet Joe, Barry making sure to let go of Snart’s hand for now. He was now dressed in normal clothes; no longer pajamas. Barry was just lucky Joe didn’t have to in to work today. Iris pushed him and Snart fully into the room, saying Lisa and her will be listening, but not in sight. Barry was glad his sister did that for him because it gave him comfort.

“Something you need Bear?” Joe asked as he put his book down to see his son and friend standing in front of him, the former looking much better now that he was cleaned up.

“I have something to tell you,” Barry said nervously, and Joe saw the other male put a comforting hand on Barry’s shoulder. Now he was curious as to what his son has to say to him.

“Is this about your attitude recently, or how you skipped school? We already talked about that and I told you I’m not mad. Just don’t let it become a habit and if you do then at least let me know before hand,” Joe told him.

“Sorry sir, but that was my fault that he skipped. I didn’t let him know until it was too late,” Snart apologized and Joe just smiled, but didn’t get a response as Barry stepped I, “But I still agreed to it.” Now when Barry defended the other male is when Joe raised an eyebrow, that wasn’t like his son.

“Barry what was it that you wanted to tell me?” Joe asked him, putting the conversation back on track.

He saw Barry close his eyes as he took a deep breath. He opened his eyes a second later and grabbed Snart’s hand with his own and looked Joe straight in the eyes and spoke, “Joe I want to reintroduce you to my boyfriend Leonard Snart.”

Joe didn’t say anything for a few seconds, he just closed his eyes put his hands together and took a few deep breaths, but the longer he was silent the more worried Barry got.

When Joe opened his eyes he also stood up in his chair and walked closer to Barry, taking notice on how Snart looked ready to pounce on him, but all he did was grab Barry’s free hand and spoke to him, “Barry Allen. You are smart. You are intelligent! You have the brightest eyes I have ever seen! You are gay! But most importantly is the fact that I Joe West am proud of you. You might not be mine by blood, but hell! I’ve raised you since you were just ten and I couldn’t be prouder of you. I just ask that you be careful with who you tell. After all our sad world isn’t that accepting of a place and the only thing I want for you kids is to be safe and happy,” by the end Joe had not only Barry, but Snart as well wrapped in a hug and tears streaming down both the father and son’s eyes.

Once the two pulled apart is when Barry looked serious again, “can I ask you for one more thing?”

“Whatever you need son,” Joe answered with a smile.

“Len and his sister need a place to stay,” Barry said as Lisa ran towards her brother and he wrapped his sister in his arms, Iris following behind the younger girl.

“Please sir! Our father. . .he won’t take kindly to Barry, or me for that matter. I just need a place to stay for a few months until I turn eighteen and then I can try and get full custody of Lisa. I just need a few months,” Snart said, ending the last sentence in a repeated whisper.

“I want to know everything, and I’ll do my best to help you.” Joe demanded as he sat down and offered a spot for Len next to him, Barry sitting next to Len for moral support.

It took a few hours, but Snart finally came clean to everything that his dad has done to him since his mother died. It made Barry cry, but Len always held him and told the brown-haired male how he was fine now. Joe was in detective mode since they started the conversation, grabbing a notepad and writing everything down. Then it was too the hard questions.

“Did your father ever lay a hand on Lisa?” Joe asked.

“Never! If he did I would’ve killed him. That was the deal he messes with me and leaves her alone,” Len said with fierce determination.

“Did your father ever sexually abuse you?” Joe asked and in all honest he hated asking these questions to the kid, he didn’t deserve the life he was given. He should be in a loving household with a loving dad.

“He tried once,” Snart said as he looked down ashamed, but Barry’s grip on him kept Snart in reality as he took a deep breath and continued, “but he didn’t get fair as he was really drunk and I kicked him in his sweet spot,” Snart ended with a glare in his eyes that everyone, but Lisa, could tell was directed towards his father.

“Is that all the question?” Snart asked, not really wanting to answer anymore, but knew he had to for Lisa.

“Yeah that’s it. I’ll go talk to the captain about it and you are welcome to stay here for as long as you need, Lisa as well. I’ll do my best to get full custody of her until your eighteen, on your feet with a place, a job, and a high school degree,” Joe told him.

“Joe’s not gonna let up on the degree, it’s mandatory for him,” Barry explained to him as Joe got up to put a jacket on along with his keys so he can get to work.

“I’ll be gone for a while I assume. Be safe and make good choices,” Joe shouted as he walked, receiving a chorus of goodbyes.

The three teens and one child entertained themselves until it was seven around four when Iris started cooking, she then made sure to feed everyone by six. After this Snart took Lisa to get ready for bed, wearing one of Iris’s pajama shirts as a sleep dress, she was in bed by eight, sleeping in the chair in the living room. Iris wasn’t far behind, leaving only Barry and Len up in the house, with Joe still not home yet.

They were talking about anything and everything in Barry’s room as they cuddled, well Len had his arms around Barry as Barry faced him and snuggled into his chest. Their conversations didn’t last long however as Barry soon fell asleep in Snart’s arm, but the older male only looked down and smiled softly, he wished he could stay like this forever.

A soft knock and Joe entered in the room, “I thought I’d find you in here,” he whispered as he gently sat down on the bed, making sure to not wake Barry.

“Sorry. I know I shouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed as him, we were just talking,” Snart quietly rambled, but was stopped by Joe’s hand and laugh.

“It’s okay Snart. As long as you two don’t do anything under my roof that kids should not be doing, I don’t mind. I’ve never seen him look that peaceful as he slept,” Joe told him.

“He doesn’t usually sleep well?” Len asked truly interested.

“He has nightmares often ever since he saw his mom die. I’ve tried doing everything I could to help him, but he really trusts you, so don’t break his heart okay kid,” Joe said to him.

“Yeah I never planned on it. How did it go?” Snart asked.

“Well they are building a case for you now. They know nothing about you and Barry dating, but you are forced by law to live here until this case is closed, at the very least,” Joe explained.

“So, Lisa and I, we don’t have to go back to that house?” Snart asked, just to be sure.

“Even if your father shows up and threatens you, he can’t legally make you leave. It’s the same for school. I’ll be dropping Lisa off tomorrow to give them the paperwork. I told them how you were an emergency situation. It’s also why I was gone all day,” Joe explained. “Well I’ll let you get some sleep,” Joe said as he stood up and started to walk away but was stopped by Snart.

“Joe.”

“Yeah kid?” Joe asked as he turned around to look at him.

“Thank you.”

“No problem Len. Get some sleep the next few months are going to be hard on you,” Joe said, ending the conversation.

A few months passed after that and the two new tenants to the house got into a routine easily. After Joe and his partner walked up the steps to Len’s house and give his father the paperwork, as well with collecting a few of their important things that they requested such as clothes and toys for Lisa.

It’s easy to say that their father did not take it well, losing not only his precious princess but his anger and stress relief. Snart and Lisa on the other hand were happy to never see the man again for as long as they lived.

At Joe’s Snart was able to stay in Barry’s room while Lisa was happy to share a room with Iris. Every morning they all woke up and got ready for school, Len no longer skipping and getting better grades. Once dressed and ready they all had breakfast together. Joe will then be proceeded to drop Lisa and Iris off at school, but Iris will sometimes ride with Snart and Barry, if she felt like it.

All four of them will go to school then they come back, Joe picking Lisa up and sometimes Iris. Once home they will grab a bite to eat and all help each other with their homework. Once homework was done Snart took that as a cue to head out for his part time job that Joe helped him get to save up money for a place where he and Lisa could stay.

Saturdays was spent with Len working all day and the others either laying around the house or hanging out with friends, but Len was always sure to take Sundays off to hang out with his boyfriend and friends no his family, cause that what all these people in his life are to him, they are all his family.

One Sunday it was just Barry and Snart as the two went to the place they both truly started to fall, looking under the starts. Snart was smoking again, no matter how much it annoyed Barry, but he noticed that this was something different Snart was doing, it even smelled different.

“What is that?” Barry asked.

“Just something to help my body relax,” Snart answered as he lit it and started to puff from it. It took a few minutes, but Barry noticed that Snart was really out of it and wondered what the hell he just did to himself.

“Can I try?” Barry asked, not really wanting to put smoke in his body, but at the same time he wanted to know what his boyfriend is doing.

Even out of his mind Snart contemplated for a moment and told Barry he’s going to get it second hand, just be sure to blow it out. Snart talked Barry all the way through it and once Barry was sure he was knowing what he was doing did he trust Snart enough to let him try it.

Snart took a big huff of the rolled up smoke and kissed Barry, letting the smoke float into his own mouth and Barry held it in for a few seconds before releasing. Barry will admit that this hobby is not right for him and he would never actively do it on his own, but as long as he can shotgun it off of Snart he would happily do it again.

They had many days like this one up until it was the second to last week of school and Barry and Snart just finished their presentation, happy that they both got a strong A, but that wasn’t the only good thing to happen on this day. As the whole household made it back home Joe was there with a smile on his face as he showed adoption papers for Lisa written in his name and a contract that stated custody will be handed over to Leonard Snart once he turns 18.

It was the start of a perfect chapter. The next thing to happen was when school officially ended and three of them were all part of the graduating class. They all waited to celebrate it so they could celebrate Snart’s birthday at the same time.

It took one week and as Snart was happy that he would be able to raise Lisa in a happy home life, he was worried about Barry. He kept on looking worried, stressed, and kept disappearing at weird times, but Snart wasn’t able to do anything at that moment as Joe wanted to go for a ride with him.

“Where are we going?” Snart asked him, truly wondering.

“I need to pick something up for Iris, I didn’t think you would mind keeping an old man company,” Joe answered smoothly.

“Yeah, no problem,” Snart said, not really knowing how to respond, but to agree.

The drive wasn’t long, but Joe told him to close his eyes and even though Snart was beginning to feel a bit of anxiety, he listened and closed his eyes as Joe led him into a store, it had a strong coffee smell, but that was all he could tell about it with his sense of sight blocked.

“3. . .2. . 1,” Joe said as he uncovered Snarts eyes and everyone from the rouges to the west jumped out from different counters and hanging from the celling was a sign that said happy graduation and happy birthday.

It was a good party all together, but what made the party really special to Snart was when the night was closing to an end and Joe was able to make all the workers disappear, years later Snart would ask him how he did it and Joe would just laugh and say Iris worked their and they let her close that night. The night calmed down and Snart had to catch Barry as he was pushed towards him.

Snart smiled as he saw Barry blush and it was at this moment that Barry got on one knee and Snart’s eyes widened.

“Leonard Snart I Barry Allen love you with all my heart. I’m not asking for your hand in marriage that will be determined by our government instead I’m asking you for something different and better. I’m asking you for a promise that you will always be there for me and I will always be there for you. I love you so much and never want to be without you. I neve want to be apart whether it be for days hours or seconds because I love you. Instead of marriage I want you to take this ring as a promise to love me for the rest of your life and in return I will love you. Through the good. Through the bad. Through the sun. Through the storm. Through all the stars in the sky that we have yet to seen I promise to love you if you promise to love me.”

“I-“ Snart was doing his best to not cry, but at the same time he couldn’t get the words out without the tears spilling so he did what he knows how to do best. He worked through his actions not his words. He lifted Barry up and kissed him as cheers erupted around them.

“I’m taking that as a yes?” Barry asked.

“Yes! Yes! And Yes!” Snart shouted as he kissed Barry again.

Their story wasn’t over in fact to them their story was just beginning, but they will get through everything together and face all their problems with ease. Times might be hard for them, but they will always hold on to that hope that things will get better.

[peachiseas]

You are so lucky I got the time to correct you because someone politely asked what was wrong with Terry's design and I fully intended to answer them before you came in with this. Saying this is a bad take about a post critiquing racism and transphobia by a trans black person is to be frank, the most braindead and ignorant take I have ever fucking heard. If you took more than a few minutes to process this, you would notice that Terry is literally wearing a women's fit with clothing folds focusing on accentuating those features, men's clothing by the way does Not do this if you were curious. The shirt as indicated by the folds is hanging onto his his chest and hips and there is no reason to add so many crotch folds if the outfit was baggy. Every time I show Terry's design to my trans men friends they are all disgusted and appalled that this was allowed in game. It was obvious that the artist didn't take any care or consideration to portraying Terry as a man like he did with Derek and Cove and that's the issue. Not all trans men are going to have a 6 pack but there are ways of drawing trans men without sexualizing parts of them that would make actual trans men playing uncomfortable. (That's not even going into how desaturated and ashy and simply devoid of actual afro-centric features Terry has but that's another conversation.)

Also I can clearly tell you don't actually care about people of color cause the issue with Baxter's parents isn't that their portrayed at all. The issue is that their not portrayed with the severity that those sort of conversations need, you can't throw out a one-liner of "Oh I cut them off after college cause they were super bigoted" without having a serious conversation, it will alienate players of color because yes Kab has mentioned homophobia before but the line was about Pamela and Noelani being comfortable with wearing their rings in public, not that they were afraid of being hatecrimed in their small town for being gay. There's a difference of being vague and being explicit (the latter of which Kab was with Baxter's parents) and the truth is, Kab didn't add that line to make Baxter more complex and give us a better look at his character, otherwise there would have been a much needed longer conversation about it. She added it so people can say Baxter is a good guy when that is the bare minimum, people should cut off their bigoted parents. Also, adding it in the fist place throws players of color from fully immersing themselves in the game which is an extremely shitty thing to do and just truly kills people from being as invested in Baxter when everyone should have the experience to like Baxter without worrying about bigotry. You making this post doesn't make sense to me, you could have easily just asked me a question if you were truly confused or taken it to DMs if you were really confused. Instead of being honest about your confusion, you decided to take the path of ignorance and say this is a "bad take" because you couldn't understand why I said what said and instead came for my character, saying I am transphobic when I am trans myself and how I need media literacy when this is literally a criticism post. Go do research and learn instead of trying to be racist and transphobic on my fucking post.

Ya know, as someone who has been in this fandom for nearly 2-3 years, I have seen so many people jump at other people for being critical of OL when there are very obvious fuck ups that the game devs should have taken time to correct instead of letting it stay and fester.

For example:

Terry's step 4 design in general and how grossly sexualized it is when he's a trans man

The inclusion of white supremacy through one of the LI's parents

Cliff never having a set enthicity and therefore letting people decide what race Cove should be so they dont have to worry about confronting their feelings on dating a mixed man

I can go on and on about this, but you can enjoy a game and criticize aspects of it that wasn’t handled well. You should, at the very least, be neutral on when people criticize those aspects because each criticism is an improvement that the devs can take forward to their next games

[kiki-sleeps]

From the prompt: "Sometimes I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarden."

Jack Frost x reader 

It was a fresh winter day, the January stereotypical freezy atmosphere. In the crunchy snow, a pair of bare feet could be seen in glittering wonderland, not fazed or even slightly reddened by the cold temperature. The steps they were taking were slow, but no sad aura transpired, just serenity.

The owner of the perfect prints was a white-haired boy, around the age of eighteen. He was humming a melody in the silence of the night, eyes trained on the round silvery moon above his head.

He stopped in a park and with no difficulty climbed on one of the nets that usually sported children upon them instead of spiders, releasing a content sigh. 

As the breath freezed in voluptuous shapes in front of his face, the companion he'd been waiting for stuck out in the white scenery like a sore thumb. 

"Jeez Frost, you couldn't choose a place in spring or autumn, could you?" 

The sarcastic voice came from a girl in a red and orange outfit and hair resembling ardent flames. Currently with goosebumps on her arms, the Spirit of Summer and Guardian of Bravery made her presence known to her counterpart, as if her bright colors weren't enough. 

"Now where's the fun in that? Seeing you trembling is always a pleasure to me."

"Hardy har har, I bet it is, you pile of dirty snow." 

The audible gasp was followed by the creaking sound of the net giving in to the weight of another person. 

"Take that back, you sweaty pile of ash!" 

"Woooow, tonight must really be a bad one for you if that's the only insult you've been able to come up with."

"Alright, I admit that wasn't one of my best come-backs, but that doesn’t mean you've won the war." 

The look he got in return was one he got accustomed to after many shenanigans and quarrels: an arched brow, mouth slightly quirked upwards and a clear aura of superiority exuding from the eyes. In summary, the words were almost written in bold above her head: "yeah, sure, as if. We both know I'm better." 

To this the only answers he ever gave were either a scoff o a victory dance whether he'd actually won the bet.

As of now, he decided with the former and a good old eye roll, just to add drama. 

Shaking her head, the female spirit chuckled and posed the question that had sprouted in her mind ever since he asked her to meet. 

"So? Why did you call me here? You know very well it takes a lot of focus to keep myself warm and not melt your snow in winter." 

The sly smile she knew oh-so-well made its way onto his face and oh boy. This only meant mischief. And consequently punishment from North from disrupting normal life. 

The last time he'd given her that damned smirk, the prank they'd concocted almost resulted in a flood, leading to a very exhausting month of being babysat in training by Bunny. 

The memory of all the push-ups he had made them do, even if she had regarded it useless since they could fly and mostly used their staffs for fighting, was enough for her to shiver. 

"Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Absolutely not. You're not dragging me into this again." 

"Oh come on! Don't be such a spoilsport! And admit it, last time you had as much fun as me, if not more, especially since you were the one to push me until the last second." 

"True, but I most definitely do not wish to be grounded in the North Pole again, which, might I remind you, was absolute torture for me. I'd rather be on a beach in Australia right now!" 

He flailed his hands in the air, picking up his wooden staff with the left foot. 

"Oh so you're saying you'd rather be with the Kangaroo than with me? I swear on my honor-" 

"Honor that's worth less than any chocolate coin." 

"Ouch. I won't comment on that right now but it's noted- anyways, please, trust me, this time it won't be anything dangerous!" 

She made a strangled noise, clearly in doubt. Their adventures had been fun, no denying, but was that enough?

Narrowing her eyes, she stared right at his face, that was making a transparently fake innocent expression. 

"I want a bet then. If you lose and we get caught, I want you to stay a whole week in the hottest place on earth." 

"That's cruel! I'd be melting out there!" 

"An eye for an eye, snowflake. Or are you too chicken?" 

"There's no such thing as a chicken Guardian of Fun. I'm in."

"Great, so-" 

"But- if I win, I want a date." 

The second he said those words, the trickster expected the usual irony out of her. Instead, his eyes widened when she let out a surprised noise, and, even if the blush wasn't visible on her tanned skin, her pressed lips and head turned to the side told him enough about her embarrassment. 

Her confidence faltering was as rare as the rain on a sunny day, and Jack couldn't help but genuinely smile, basking in the action just for him to see. 

Hovering just in front of her, he went closer and sneaked a hand in hers. 

"And…. So?" 

Looking him directly in the ice eyes that she so dearly loved, she squeezed his hand and huffed.

"Fine. Even if you know that you don't have to use bets to take me on dates." 

"Eh, doesn't hurt to have guarantees." 

The shrug and over-confident smirk earned him a playful smack on the arm and a whispered "dork", but she still took off in the air and picked up her own personal magic item, a classic guitar with edges smoothened by the use and the salty air of the sea she usually sang in front of. 

Whenever a moment of idle peace would come upon her, she would zoom to her safe place: a row of rocks diving directly in the sea, perfect to sit and listen to the soothing sound of the waves.

In these special occasions, the presence of her boyfriend was frequent, and it had slowly become an occurrence to stay together to sing or skate in the frozen lake of his favourite woods. 

Now she steadily followed him in the wind, wherever his next prank would get him. 

"So what's the plan?" 

"Ok, we're going to-"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"YOU ABSOLUTE IDIOT! HOW COULD YOU NOT THINK IT WOULD EXPLODE!" 

"I didn't know hot and cold could create a reaction like that! It's not like I was ever told!" 

"I could've done that if you only told me what you wanted to do BEFORE asking me to throw a flame at the top of the tank!" 

His grin as they escaped was absolutely insufferable. 

"Well at least we got out of that just fine, right? And I don't think North will ever know about that." 

"God, sometimes I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten."

"Only sometimes?" 

"SHUT UP."