#it starts both as leo trying to comfort himself with his favorite things PLUS comfort himself with thoughts of his father

[turtleblogatlast]

AU where Leo is trapped in the Prison Dimension for months instead of minutes and the only way he gets by with his sanity intact is through recording himself talking to his wrist comm.

When they finally manage to get Leo back and make him rest up to heal, Donnie can’t help but listen to the recordings left behind.

He’s not sure what exactly he’s expecting, only that his subconscious is screaming at him that it has to be heartbreaking, that it has to be torturous.

Instead, what Donnie is subject to is a full thousand hours’ worth of Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu crossover fanfiction. More than one part in the series. Spanning well over a million words.

(The worst part is that it’s actually good.)

[neferaskingdom]

♡ You're Family | CL16

PART OF MY IS IT CASUAL NOW? SERIES

Summary: It's hard being casual when my favorite bra lives in your dresser, And it's hard being casual when I'm on the phone talking down your brother.

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After the summer break, things between her and Charles shift in subtle but undeniable ways. He goes back to racing, and she falls into a comfortable rhythm at home, taking care of Leo and focusing on work. But her world feels fuller now, punctuated by unexpected calls, invitations, and little gestures that keep her close to the Leclercs, even when Charles is away.

It starts with Pascale, who invites her over one afternoon for coffee. It’s warm and welcoming, the kind of invitation that makes her feel like she’s known Pascale forever. “Come, sit down, ma belle,” Pascale says, guiding her to a cozy seat in the kitchen. She fusses over her with warmth that feels so genuine it makes her chest ache.

“You know, it’s ridiculous that Charles hasn’t introduced us sooner,” Pascale chides, shaking her head. “I told him, ‘If you’re serious about someone, we should meet her, no?’”

She feels her cheeks warm but laughs it off. “Oh, I don’t know if you’d call it serious. We’re just…”

Pascale waves a hand, dismissing her words. “Please, I’ve seen the way he talks about you. We know when it’s serious.” She pours coffee into a delicate cup and hands it to her, a mischievous glint in her eye. “Plus, the way he sulks when you’re at work—he’s like a lost puppy. We tease him for it!”

And just like that, Pascale has her laughing and sharing stories, making her feel like part of the family. Before she knows it, these coffee dates turn into a regular thing, and Pascale even insists on cutting her hair, brushing away her protests with a gentle but firm hand. They chat and laugh, talking about everything from family to work, and she leaves every time feeling a bit more like she belongs.

Then there’s Charlotte. One day, she calls, suggesting a girls’ day out, just the two of them. They roam the city, stopping at boutiques and trying on sunglasses, gossiping and laughing over coffee like old friends. Charlotte is sharp, witty, and fun, making her feel completely at ease.

“So, you’ve really got Charles wrapped around your finger, huh?” Charlotte teases as they browse the racks of a boutique. “I don’t think I’ve seen him this smitten since… well, ever.”

She rolls her eyes, brushing off the comment with a laugh. “Smitten? He’s just… we’re just friends.”

“Right,” Charlotte says with a knowing smile. “And I’m just the Queen of England.”

Then there’s Arthur. They start chatting more, mostly joking around after he realizes she’s following his races, and she finds herself quickly warming to him. Arthur is loud, playful, and full of life, and they click almost instantly. They trade inside jokes, and after a particularly hard race, he texts her sounding completely drained.

Arthur: "Rough night. I don’t think I’m cut out for this sometimes."

You: "Hey, that’s not true. You’re amazing — you know that, right?"

Arthur: "Maybe. But sometimes it’s hard to remember. Everything feels stacked against me."

So she called him, letting him vent as he rambled about the pressures of racing, the constant comparisons to Charles, and the weight he carried. She offered gentle reassurances, reminding him of his strengths and how far he’d come.

At one point, she said softly, “Arthur, you’re going to be incredible. I know it. And you know Charles would be the first to say that too.”

After a pause, he replied, a little more lighthearted, “You know, you’re like the family therapist at this point.”

She laughed. “Guess I’m putting in overtime then.”

By the end of the call, he sounded much better, his spirits lifted, and they both promised to catch up in person soon.

But it’s when Charles is back in town that things really start to feel different. He’s even clingier than before, draping himself over her whenever he’s home, complaining dramatically about his “stolen” family.

“Honestly, I go away for two weeks, and suddenly, you’re maman’s new favorite?” he grumbles one night, leaning his head on her shoulder as they lounge on his couch. “Arthur calls you more than he calls me, you know.”

She laughs, nudging him playfully. “Oh, come on, it’s not like they’ve replaced you. Besides, you’re the one who left me with your family!”

“Yeah, but they’re my family,” he insists with a pout, his eyes gleaming with that familiar spark of mischief. “Honestly, you’re all I think about when I’m away, and then I come back, and I have to share you with everyone else? Unacceptable.”

“You poor thing,” she says mockingly, patting his cheek. “Must be so hard for you, having people who love you.”

Charles grins, leaning closer until his face is just inches from hers. “Oh, it is. I think you should make it up to me.”

The way he says it makes her heart race, and they end up tangled together until she can’t think straight. One thing leads to another, and the next morning, she playfully grumbles about needing to go back to her apartment to grab fresh clothes.

“Honestly, Charles, I swear you’ve destroyed half my wardrobe at this point,” she teased, reaching for her phone. “I don’t think I have any underwear left.”

Charles smirked from where he leaned against the doorway, still looking far too pleased with himself. “Check the top drawer of my wardrobe.”

She raised an eyebrow, giving him a curious look. “What?”

“Go on, take a look.”

Confused but intrigued, she opened the drawer, her eyes widening as she took in the sight: a stack of her clothes, neatly folded. T-shirts, a couple of sweaters, even some underwear — and her favorite bra. She gasped, lifting it up and shooting him an accusing look.

“Charles! You kept my favorite bra?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “You leave things here all the time anyway, so I just… organized. It’s more practical this way. Now you don’t have to go all the way home every time.”

She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. “You made me a drawer?”

“Of course,” he said, walking up to her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Gotta make sure my friend is comfortable.”

She rolled her eyes, feeling warmth spread through her chest. “If this is just friendship, Charles, I’d hate to see you with someone you actually care about.”

He chuckled, tilting her chin up and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I’d just be even worse,” he murmured, eyes sparkling.

The words, though playful, lingered with her. The closeness, the drawer, his mother’s invitations — they all hinted at something deeper than what they’d agreed on. But every time she’d try to piece together her thoughts, he’d pull her back in, and she’d find herself giving in, trying not to read into every little sign.

As things grew deeper, she found herself wrestling with her feelings more and more, unsure of where she stood. Despite the time spent together, despite the way his family had practically adopted her, she kept reminding herself that they were just friends. That’s all they’d agreed on, after all.

But Charles’s actions often left her wondering. The drawer, the constant calls, the way he made sure to always check in on her… it felt like more. And yet, whenever she started thinking like that, he’d casually brush it off with a laugh, leaving her both hopeful and hesitant.

One morning, just as he was heading out for another meeting, he casually mentioned, “Oh, by the way, Charlotte called. She wants to meet up with you tomorrow.”

She raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. “Oh? For what?”

He shrugged, buttoning up his jacket with that effortless confidence he had. “Wedding stuff, I think? She said she needed your help picking some things out.”

She blinked, surprised. “Wedding stuff? Isn’t that more… you know, family stuff?”

Charles glanced at her, looking amused by her confusion. “Exactly. That’s why she wants you there.”

Her heart stuttered, the implications of his words hitting her harder than she expected. She stood there, watching him as he finished getting ready, too shocked to find the words. Did he even realize what he’d just implied? Did he know what that invitation meant?

Unbothered by her inner turmoil, he leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. “Don’t overthink it,” he said softly, his eyes crinkling with a familiar warmth. “I’ll be back early tonight.”

And with that, he was out the door, leaving her standing there, the weight of her growing feelings settling over her like a heavy blanket.

In the silence that followed, she let out a shaky breath, her thoughts spiraling. Somewhere along the way, she’d crossed an invisible line — a line she couldn’t pretend didn’t exist anymore. She was in too deep, and for the first time, she wasn’t sure if she could keep up the pretense.

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[nixie-deangel]

Author love!!!! What are the 5 favourite fics you’ve ever written and why?

💚💙💜💚💙💜 Nonnie, know I am laying the gentlest of kisses upon your forehead and hugging you tightly.

Honestly though Nonnie, I enjoyed writing all of these for a variety of reasons. Each piece I've written holds a special place to me. Also please know Nonnie I cried when I got thise because i've been feeling a little blah about my writing but I went back and reread these and remembered why I loved them while I was trying to figure out which of my works i would add to this because damn it was HARD narrowing it down to five once I started rereading my stuff. So you know what people you should take the time every now and again to reread your own stuff!

In no particular order, here are my favorites I've written:

You Make Me Bold, You Make Me Strong: DCEU, Clois, NSFW.

Perhaps, she thinks, maybe she’ll get him to come once more for her. Though, she muses as she tilts her head, watches the way he pants, the way he’s gripping the sheets — doing his level best not to tear or damage them — she could probably squeeze two more out of him. Before calling it a night and letting him rest. Yes, she decides and shifts, widening her knees, getting herself more balanced, she’ll get two more out of him before letting him float without flying. 

Why: Because Clark absolutely DESERVES to be railed by his petite wife and her collection of stap-ons! Like, come on! He's a good boy! He deserves to be rawed and turned into a crying, whiney, blubbering, over stimulated mess.

Didn't Know I Was Lost: Star Wars, Obikin, Modern AU.

No, no, he thinks and shakes his head before pinching himself harshly on his cheek. “Ouch,” he muttered to himself, opening his eyes as he ignored the sting. Swallowing, around the lump once again forming in his throat, he simply stares. Because Obi-wan was still there. Still wrapped up in a perfectly tailored suit and his long beige coat, sitting with no bag in front of his front door. Or both Obi-wan and Anakin both try to make a grand gesture, but only one of them succeeds at it. Also feelings are discussed.

Why: This was honestly a delight to write, despite the angsty bits of it. It kind of just poured out of me and was like my hands were possessed as the story just flowed onto the doc. Was also beyond fun to play around and pack in so much emotion to the only one bed prompt.

The Malfunction: The Flash, Coldflash, Modern/Model AU.

Because of course Iris had mentioned at the last family dinner that she had been asked to cover one of the hottest stories in Central. Barry just wishes he’d bothered to actually ask her which one because standing not ten feet from him is Leonard Snart, Barry’s ultimate celebrity crush and a personal hero of his. *AU where Len is a model and he meets awkward Barry, a tech at a photo shoot.

Why: I wrote this when I was dealing with some feelings about my body issues and this is what came out as a result of me just deciding to not give a fuck about other's opinions and being comfortable with myself! I specifically wrote it as coldflash though, because of Wentworth Miller, who's own statements about people commenting about his body, also helped me with mine.

I'll Be Your Guard Heart: TGM, Hangster, Shifter AU.

Jake only loses control when it comes to Bradley Bradshaw and he was okay with that.

Why: Because I needed Jake to be an absolutely petty, feral, over protective, possessive bitch that's hidden under a veneer of cocky asshole! Really though, it was fun to write. Fun to come up with. And it's been fun expanding upon! (because I am planning to add more to this universe eventually!) Plus it is my favorite thing I've written so far this year.

Uncovering the Meaning: The Flash, Coldflash, Soulmate AU.

“It doesn’t matter, Leo. The little freak wouldn’t love you anyway. No one could love you, boy!” Lewis taunted cruelly. Len felt himself flinch from the memory of his father’s voice from the nightmare that’d woken him up. He brought his left hand to rub at the deep scar on the left side of his chest, but after a moment, he simply laid his palm flat against it.

Why: This was the first thing I'd written in years that was longer than 2k, so it holds a special place in my heart. Plus I met my bestie @asexual-fandom-queen through writing this!

[achliegh]

Golden

Prologue

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter 1:

Picking Wildflowers

“Ohhhh Leo! Oh Leo! Leo! More More!”

“Please Leo I’m soooo cloosse! Ah! AH! AHHHH!”

Laughing both Finn and Logan were clapped on their shoulders as Thomas and James came up behind them. Red faced Logan and Finn laughed a long, a little more awkwardly and stiff, but much more relaxed than they were at the beginning of the trip.

They kept poking fun and walking beside each other to bump shoulders. Finn, who had a mild limp, and Logan , who still has a bite mark on his ass cheek, walked into the locker room. Everyone had heard the two of them moaning last night with their angelic cowboy so the chirping wasn’t a surprise. Then again, when everyone noticed Finn limping instead of Logan they couldn’t help but stare in wild amusement.

No one on the rest of the team got to meet Leo so they all thought he was some scrappy hick who is into threesomes. Which he is, but he also is one of the sweetest people Logan and Finn had ever met! He gave them a goodmorning/goodbye kiss. What an angel, but they don’t know that, or that he snuggled with them all night even when Logan thought he was a comforter in his sleep and tried to kick him off the bed. He held them just as close as they have held each other for years.

It brought a lot of feelings to the surface that Logan didn’t want to acknowledge yet. Finn knew he was got to daydreaming about Leo’s sweet words he whispered before they even got him into bed, all day.

“Is this all we are going to hear about today?” Logan sets his bag down in his stall and starts undressing. Huffing annoyed as he looked in his bag for his practice jersey.

“You think we would talk about anything else when your moaning of a hillbilly’s name is still fresh in our brain?” Sirius walks past them and bumps Logan playfully with his hip so he jolts forwards a little having to catch himself with his hands in front of his face so he doesn’t faceplant into the locker behind him. The shorter guy glares a little and sticks out his tongue in a show of true maturity. Taking off his pants and changing before anyone sees the bite, he turns around to sit and put his socks and tape.

He feels a tap on his thigh and looks at Finn who is holding his phone so only they can see it, and there is a text from Leo. They had both sent him good morning texts and added him to a group chat because they honestly really liked him, they literally talked about Leo as they got dressed that morning, but they weren’t for sure he would actually answer them.

Text From: Cowboy Sweet Ass

8:15 am

Y’all want to come help me with something later <3

I want to see you again before you leave :)

They share a look of equal excitement and slight arousal from what this implies, Finn texts Leo back, both having this dazed almost soppy look on their face, especially when they looked at each other. Leo was having an effect on the guy and everyone on the team could feel it. Chirping aside, they were happy for them. Maybe this would get them to finally talk to each other.

They could hope.

Leo was dressed for success, overalls without a shirt that were pretty baggy on him and his square-toed work boots, he was sweating in the summer heat as he pushed his hair back under his ball cap to keep the sun out of his eyes as the ranch hands worked with the horses and he worked on fixing the baler. It was nine am and over 80 degrees, sometimes he doesn’t enjoy Louisiana as much as he thinks. But nothing could ruin his mood, humming cheesy love songs to the radio, tapping the rhythm on the machine. Smiling, he takes a step back from the bailer and wipes the sweat off his forehead with the rag from his pocket.

He sees a light blue 1967 Chevy C/K10 pulls up the dusty driveway and parks in its usual spot next to the main house. Who else but Clayton, the man of the hour, hop out of the truck wearing one of his stupid short ass crop tops that stop just below his nipple, making it easy for Leo to tweak them when he annoys him, with his jeans, belt, and boots that are falling apart. Strutting over to Leo he smiles bright and meets him by the bailer.

Leo smiles and they dap, tapping their foreheads together.

“Sooo, how was last night? I saw you leave with those two buffies and I knew you were getting double.” Clayton smiles and hands Leo the wrench he needs when Leo holds out his hand and laughs a little. Leaning on the machine and tipping his head back to soak in the sun.

Leo and Clayton have been friends since kindergarten, having never been apart for more than two days, they told each other everything. They were so close that their parents think they are going to end up together someday. They feel different about it. But they tell each other everything, everything, maybe even too much sometimes.

Traveling together for rodeo has gotten them so close that people just assume they are related somehow. It gets weird when they drunkenly kiss sometimes though. Clayton roping calves and Leo riding bulls has made them a hot commodity with the ladies but they make it clear that they aren’t interested… or that Leo isn’t interested. Clayton would still tap that.

“Dude, they were amazing! Fuckin Montgomery Gentry got me laid.” Leo waits a second for Clayton to catch on, then when it clicks that he is talking about Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy, when he stands back up from where he was squatting next to the baler to fix the belts and gets a slap on the back as Clayton whoops. Jumping around he shakes Leo’s shoulders.

“That's fucking hilarious! They took that song literally! Damn, you gotta try and keep ‘em, are you seeing them again? Or was this one of your hook ups that could work but you don’t want it.” Leo narrows his eyes at Clayton and grabs him into a headlock, struggling to get away from the 3” taller man. Clayton falls to the ground when Leo lets him go.

“I don’t do that! Plus, I want them to go out to secret with me tonight.” Leo looks at him while wiping the grease off his hands and squinting a little as the sun gleams off the metal right into his eyes. The red creeping down his neck doesn’t go unnoticed by the dusty friend and he smirks at him.

“Playboy Leo going on a real date… damn they must have really had an impact on you.”

“Well they rode me at the same time, so that left an impression. It’s funny how I feel more comfortable with two people rather than one.” They start walking towards the house to grab some water and tell Eloise that Clayton is here, so when Judy calls they can tell her that her son is indeed still here.

“One on the dick and one on the face or something weird?” Leo smiles and shakes his head as he gulps down a glass of water.

“How do you just always know?”

Text From: Cowboy Sweet Ass

6:01 pm

I’m outside Sweethearts

ShortCake

6:01 pm

Comming out

CarrotStix

6:01 pm

I’m gey

Leo laughs a little as he reads the texts, he hasn’t stopped smiling all day after he gushed about the boys to his mom and sudo-brother. Texting them when he could he didn’t have time to change before he came to pick them up, but knowing how they react to him… it will be just fine.

Logan gets into the truck first, sliding into the middle and planting a kiss on Leo’s cheek making them both smile brightly and dopey. Finn gets in and leans over Logan to plant a steamy kiss on Leo’s slightly dry lips, taking him by surprise but he melts into it, pulling away until they are still close enough to bump noses.

“Hi” Leo can’t help but laugh as Finn smiles a blushes before sitting back and buckling up, Logan grabs his face looking a little excited and gives him a kiss as well, a bit more possessive and sharp but when they pull away Logan gets buckled while Leo is still blinking in shock.

“Nice to see you too.” He smiles stupidly and relaxes into the seat before switching gear and starting to drive, the rink is close to the outskirts of town. “Alright, tomorrow is mama’s birthday! So.. that means I need to get her some of her favorite things, like wildflower, smooth rocks, and some honeysuckle. I’m taking y’all to a place only Clayton and I ever go, and it has all of those things… and we can go skinny dipping because I like seeing y’all naked.” Leo smiles innocently at them for a moment as he pulls onto a gravel road and starts driving.

“You don’t plan to kill us right? I mean we could probably take you but… I’d rather you take me” Logan bites his lip and leans into Leo’s side, Leo takes his hand off the steering wheel to wrap it around Logan’s shoulders and takes one of Finn’s hands.

“Ditto.” Finn smiles and is looking out the window in awe, as someone who has grown up in the city and really hasn’t been outdoors much he isn’t used to seeing all of the thick trees and wild plants. He squeezes Leo’s hand in excitement.

After a half hour of driving and listening to some oldies music on the radio, they pull over to the side of the road and Leo turns off the truck. “Okay, one more kiss” He leans over and kisses Logan with hand on the back of his neck, humming in contentment before smoothly pulling away and kissing Finn in one smooth motion. He pulls away and sighs happily leaning his head back on the seat, when he opens his eyes he sees Logan and Finn kissing and his heart skips a beat watching them. “Okay, we have a job to get done before we get into some sexy stuff!” Leo is more so reminding himself than the other two who pulled away and are looking at him the same way they did last night.

Getting out of the truck Leo walks toward the woods he pulled up next to and notices the boys aren't behind him, turning around he sees Finn looking at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes through the window. Oh yeah, the door is sticky.

He can’t get the door open.

Laughing Leo walks over to the door and opens the jammed door with ease, bowing slightly. “Your majesty” Finn snorts and gets out of the truck before patting Leo’s head and moving out of the way for Logan to hop out.

Logan takes Leo off guard by leaning his full body weight into him after he closes the door, Leo being the sweetheart he is, just scoops Logan up like he weighs nothing and smiles when he lets out the most manly squeak. Finn sneaks a picture smiling as he moves to their side.

Leo leads them through the thick woods and only sets Logan down when they reach a Grove with a crystal clear small lake and flowers everywhere. It was beautiful.

“This is what we call Secret, because we don’t think anyone really knows about it but” He shrugs “Maybe someone does.” He walks forward and sits on a stump, around the stump is a bunch of small white flowers that are two lipped and smell very strong.

Finn walks towards the water and sees a bunch of minnows socializing in the shallows, crouching down he feels the water, taking note of how warm it is. Logan was mesmerized by all the flowers growing, all different colors of shapes. Bee’s buzzed around the surprisingly silent grove and Logan watched them before picking a couple handfuls of flowers.

Leo looks up at Finn first and smiles as he sees him picking out rock he finds because Leo mentioned they needed some, and then his eyes move to Logan who is holding armfuls of beautiful flowers and even has a couple of leaves and petals in his extra curly hair from it drying in the humid heat. Leo felt so at peace with the whole situation. It felt natural.

Logan hears someone walking toward him and looks up with his arms just overflowing with flowers, Finn is carrying handfuls of wet rocks that keep falling out of his hands and he keeps bending to pick up to just… drop more. It was funny and Leo seemed to agree as he was taking a video of Finn dropping and picking up stones.

“Here” Leo holds out a cloth bag and catches the rock that just fell out of Finn’s hand to finally stop the cycle. They put everything in separate appropriate bags before setting them on the stump Leo was sitting on before.

Turning to the boys and smiling, Leo unbuckles his overalls and drops them after he kicks off his boots, so he is just standing there in his tight teal boxer briefs that have dumplings on them. His smiles turns into a teasing smirk as he turns to face the lake having his back to his boys and takes his underwear off before looking over his shoulder at them and then running into the lakes and driving in. Fin and Logan strip so fast, tossing their clothes wherever and following this Casanova into the water.

Two hours of dunking, kissing, splashing and holding each other close. They decide to lay in the short grass of the grove where the flowers don’t reach, sprawling out in a circle, the top of their heads facing each other. They pass around a spliff that Leo brought in the pocket of his overalls. Relaxing in the setting sun as they air dry.

“What day do you guys leave?” Leo has his eyes closed as he is relaxing holding his hand out for the spliff as Finn shotguns Logan, handing it to Leo as they end up sloppily kissing each other before pulling away to answer.

“A week, so you can call us up anytime.” Finn smiles and rolls onto his stomach propping his head up on his hands as he watches the smoke fall from Leo’s lips. His eyelids feel a little heavy as the exhaustion from practice and the cbd from the weed soak into his nerves.

“Are we going to have sex tonight?” Logan also rolls onto his stomach bumping into Finn’s shoulder as he clumsily does so. Leo opens his bright eyes and tips his head back to look at them. “I am really tired but… I also kinda want to suck you dick.” Leo huffs out a laugh and flicks the roach into the lake where a fish slurps it up later.

“I would not say no to that, sweetheart.” Leo bites his lips a little as Logan flushes pink and crawls over to him sliding between his legs leaving light kisses and nips on the tops and inner of his thighs and watching him get hard. Then Logan notices it.

“Do- do you have a worm tattoo with a lasso on your inner knee?” Logan can’t help but laugh as Leo nods smiling. Finn, who has been in heaven watching, joins Logan between Leo’s legs and notices the small tattoo as well and kisses it.

“I have a bunch of little ones. Can you blow me now?” Leo props himself up on his elbows, an adorable blush spread across his cheeks and nose make him look so delicious. Finn and Logan share a look before smiling and licking up Leo’s shaft on opposite sides causing Leo’s head to fall back and his knees to spread more. “Fuck.”

Logan and Finn continue to mirror each other as Logan massages Leo’s taint and balls while Finn sucks on his head, Logan on the base.

Leo is a mess.

His back arching, his jaw tense from making himself hold off from fucking up into their mouths or grinding back onto Logan’s hand. He is gripping the grass so his hands will be stained tomorrow, sweat beading on his hairline and chest. Moaning every once in a while when he can find his voice.

Finn takes him down as much as he can as Logan squeezes just right causing Leo to cum hard, throwing his hands in his hair and tugging it. Once he finishes riding out his orgasm he just flops down all boneless.

“Give me a minute and I’ll get you off.” Leo exhales slowly and props himself up to look at them and a flush of want rushes through him. Finn had gotten himself off on Leo’s leg, how he didn’t notice he didn’t know, Logan looks like he hasn’t moved but his face was blissed out, he came untouched and if that wasn’t the sexiest fucking thing Leo has ever seen. He didn’t know what was.

Cleaning themselves up with some lake water and getting dressed they carry their treasures back to the truck. They all slide in and make their way back to town. Leo sings some shitty old songs with his hand on Logan's upper thigh as Finn has his head on his shoulder drifting in and out of sleep, by the time Leo makes it to the hotel they are staying at, both of them are asleep. Kissing their foreheads he slowly shakes them awake.

“We’re here, come on darlings, let's get you to bed.” He gets them up and smiles as Finn stretches like a cat and snuggles into his side as he supports them on either side. Walking them to their room he waits for one of them to unlock the door and hears a couple of guys yelling around a ‘cheater in go-fish!’ and Leo can’t help but wonder what it's like to travel with a team like Logan and Finn’s.

After a few tires Leo just takes the key from Logan and swipes it to unlock the door. Leo stumbles a little as they both lean forward. He sits them on the bed and get them undressed.

“What do you like to sleep in?” Leo asks as he located their bag in the corner of the room. Logan mumbles something about Finn’s shirt and Finn just mentions boxers. Leo gets them situated, having Logan lift his arms so he can put Finn’s shirt on him. It's baggy and makes Logan look so sweet that Leo can’t help but lean down and give him a sweet kiss.

Tucking a smiling Logan into bed he moves to get Finn under the covers and see him pouting.

“Wa kith” Leo tries not to groan at how these two beefy boys can be so sweet and cute that it hurts his chest. He gives Finn a kiss and pulls away, watching the two snuggle into each other.

Leo realizes he wants this, every night.

Swallowing down the sudden fear that crashed over him he turns to leave, forgetting to put the hotel key on the night stand he doesn’t realize he still has it until he is getting ready for bed himself in his room that's too large for one person.

Now he has an excuse to see them again.

[hopelesshawks]

400 followers?! Surely you would be well over a thousand with your fantastic writing!! But seriously, congrats on the milestone!! ❤️

I'm always late to the match up events so feel free to ignore this if I'm late again. I'm 33, sun sign Leo (ascendant Sagittarius, moon Pisces). INFJ and I work in youth mental health. I'm a mix of German and Maltese so I'm quite pale looking but with shoulder length dark hair. My style is probably best described as lazy. If it's comfy and is loose fitting, it's mine. I can't begin do describe how much I hate fitted clothing. Hobbies wise, I love art, d&d, random walks with no destination, petting as many animals as I have permission to pet, and staying home snuggled in soft fluffy blankets. My work is pretty full on so outside of it, I'm pretty much a home body and revel in not having tasks or plans. Prefer a male match but, hey, if it's a match, then it's a match 😊

Ahhh you’re too sweet! Maybe one day I’ll hit over a thousand, that’d be incredible, but I am grateful for the followers I have now. And I mean you’ve literally been here since my first fic so thank you!!!

You’re not late at all! I match you with Fatgum!

Hear me out. I know he’s not a popular choice for simping but that man would be so sweet and caring. When you mentioned work being full on I immediately knew I wanted to pair you with one of the pros and who better to snuggle and veg out on the couch in cozy blankets with than Fatgum! You guys would have epic movie nights and when your jobs have run you down there’s nothing better than ordering a fuck ton of takeout and having a nice night in. Plus think of the hoodies you could steal 👀

You’re stood in the middle of the kitchen in one of Taishiro’s hoodies debating whether you have the energy to cook or not when he comes home from work. The first thing you notice is that his weight is down and that’s enough for you to decide that takeout is the move. You have your favorite takeout place on speed dial and when you answer the phone the employee who answers’ voice is a familiar one. “The usual for you guys?” he asks as you make your way towards the entryway to greet your exhausted boyfriend. “Yep! Maybe double up on a couple of the orders,” you tell him as you open your free arm and let Taishiro fall against you his arms coming up to circle around you as you rub his back. “No problem! Thought you might call when I saw the news so I’ll have that to ya in ten,” the man on the other end promises. “You’re the best man, see you in ten.” “Anything for my best customers!”

As soon as the phone call ends you pocket your phone so you can wrap Fatgum up in your arms more fully. “Long day yea?” you ask and he nods. “How about you?” he asks. “Good! Couple of the kids finally had breakthroughs today,” you grin softly, warmth filling you at the thought alone.

“Will you tell me all about it?”

“Of course.”

You spend the next ten minutes turning your living room into a bastion of comfort with blankets and pillows pulled from the hall closet that you’d bought explicitly for this purpose. When the food arrives you insist Taishiro make himself comfortable while you go to retrieve it, thanking your favorite delivery guy and giving him a generous tip as you collect the copious amounts of food from him. You return to the living room then and set out your bounty within arms reach of the bundle of blankets before your boyfriend is pulling you into join him, settling you against his body and then wrapping you both back up in the blankets as best as possible while still leaving your arms free to grab food. Once you’re both settled he finally says “Ok now tell me about these kids.”

You’re more than happy to tell him all about the children and teens you’ve been working with recently and he’s more than happy to listen. He loves watching you talk about your work, the way your eyes light up at the triumphs of those you work with. He’s mesmerized by you, his hunger and the food waiting around you both momentarily forgotten as he stares at you dreamily. It takes you awhile but eventually you realize you’re the only one eating and you pause in your story telling to give him a fond look. “Taishi….” “Hm?” “You’re not eating Love.” “Uh huh.” “Taishi! I’m serious! You need to fuel back up for tomorrow!” He gives you a sheepish grin in response and you roll your eyes fondly before grasping hold of one of the containers and pushing it into his hands. “Eat up or I won’t finish the story Mister,” you insist and he finally relents with a chuckle, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips. “Alright if you insist, I’ll try to eat and listen at the same time,” he finally relents.

Once he starts eating he can’t help but wolf what’s left of your takeout order down, exactly as you’d predicted. You don’t comment on his ravenous appetite, you’re well accustomed to it by now especially when he’s had to expend the extra calories he stores up. Gradually as you continue sharing stories he starts to return to the rounder shape you’re far more accustomed to, but no matter how his size changes he’s always prioritizing how to keep you optimally cozy within the blankets that surround the two of you. By the time you’ve run out of stories and food and Fatgum is looking more like his usual stuff the sun has long since set and it’s gotten late. “We should call it a night,” you tell him, already seeing the way sleep is starting to grab hold of him. He hums in agreement, before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “What plans do you have for Saturday?” he asks suddenly as he helps pull you to your feet and you both make your way to your shared bedroom. “Mm, nothing right now, I’m pretty sure.” “Keep it that way. I have the day off and we can enjoy a day in together. How does that sound?”

“It sounds perfect.”

“Good. I can’t wait for whatever stories you’ll have for me then.”

[chucklegigglechortlesnort]

Meet Me on The Dance Floor

A/N: literally no one asked, but here you go. This is self indulgence at its finest. If you haven’t watched Kekkai Sensen already, I recommend it - both sub and dub are gold - it’s one of my very favorites.

I’m finally done with school, so I’ll be back on the fanfic grind.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: kissing, mentions of alcohol (legal drinking)

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“Hey, do you wanna go out tonight?”

It had all started with those seven simple words.

It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to hang out on weekends, in fact, it was one of the few things that Leo had become accustomed to while living in Hellsalem’s. However, typically the two of you usually spent that time lounging in your pajamas, eating junk food, and marathoning old true crime shows. 

Going out was different.

Zapp had teased him relentlessly when he found out - god knows how - but it’s not like it was really anything new. It was obvious to everyone that the two of you were close and despite how that may have appeared, it never transcended beyond friendship. Even after all the obnoxious prodding that Zapp had subjected him to, Leo just couldn’t bring himself to make the first move. 

“Out?”

The volume of Leo’s voice nearly made him wince, but he cleared his throat instead, face slightly rosy. You recoiled slightly, breaking eye contact in favor of the tiled floor of the common room. Leo inwardly cringed at the look on your face, regretting his outburst, but if you were hurt you didn’t dwell on it.

“Well… yeah! I mean, I know the owner of the club and I’ve heard good things.” You shrugged, glancing back up to meet Leo’s gaze. “I know going out isn’t really your thing, but I promise it’ll be safe. If anything happens, we’ve got each other. Besides, I think all these snack-filled movie marathons are starting to get to me.” You grimace as you jokingly pat your stomach. 

Normally Leo would’ve laughed and shared the sentiment, or told you that you still looked pretty good to him, but instead he was just… silent. What did this mean? Were you asking him out as a friend? Were you asking him because you wanted more than just a friendship?

“I- I mean, you really don’t have to if you don’t want to, I can just ask Chain if she wants to- “

“N-no! I’m, I mean- I would like to go out with you!” Oh god, this was pathetic, “I mean, yes I would like to go out with you to the club! Yeah, the club-”

Once again you recoiled from his sudden outburst, but this time, after a few seconds a happy grin stretched across your face and you laughed. Oh, thank goodness. 

“Alright then, I’ll see you at my place after work. The venue isn’t too far from my building so we’ll meet at quarter to ten and head over then. Sound good?”

“Yeah… sounds good!”

Leo waved you off as you happily turned on your heel and out of the room to run an errand. Not long after, Zapp came sauntering into the room like usual, dragging Leo off to do who knows what.

By the end of the day, Leo had almost died twice, a record all-time low considering what his norm was.

He had rushed over to your apartment having lost track of time after the long workday and despite wanting nothing more than to drown himself in the unreasonably soft pillows covering your living room, he began to psych himself up to go out. He knocked on the door of your apartment, slightly out of breath. This was going to be fun right? Just two good friends going out together for a good time, nothing more nothing less-

Your door swung open and Leo’s jaw hit the floor. 

Your hair was slightly messier than normal, but he could only assume it had been done on purpose as you normally came into work looking neat and professional. It suited you. Your eyelids glittered with a subtle shimmer and your skin looked practically flawless, lips coated in a layer of gloss that he couldn't tear his eyes off of.

“Le- oh.” 

“Huh?” Leo returned, snapping out of his hypnosis as he glanced back up at your eyes, “What?”

“You look like you just got jumped, no offense.” You reply, moving aside to let him in. He lets out a tired sigh, trudging through the doorway and flopping onto your couch. 

“None taken.” He uttered through the cushion fabric, it was more or less what had happened anyways.

“Well, I was just about to get dressed, but are you still up to go out? We can always take a rain check and go out another night you know. We have an emergency snack supply and a new true crime show to binge so we’d be totally set.”

Leo kept his face pressed into the pillow and weighed his options. As nice as your proposal sounded, he knew he’d feel guilty if the both of you ended up staying in. He didn’t want to go back on what he said either, even though he knew you wouldn’t hold it against him.

“No, it’s okay, just give me a minute.”

He heard you snort and his head shot up from the pillow, “What? What’s so funny?”

You shook your head, trying to force down giggles at the way his hair stuck up at odd angles.

“Don’t worry about it,” You answered, disappearing into the hallway and to your room which wasn’t far off. “Oh, and Leo?”

“Yeah?”

“Is that what you’re wearing out?”

Oops. 

With all the commotion of the last day, he’d completely forgotten to bring a change of clothes, though he wasn’t really sure if he had anything that suited the venue, to begin with. After a little while of no response, you stuck your head out of your bedroom to see what the hold up was.

Leo had sat up on the couch, rubbing the back of his head bashfully, “Uh, it's all I really have, sorry.”

“Hey, don't worry about it then. Come here a sec.”

He slowly rose from the comfort of the couch, shuffling apprehensively over to your room. It wasn’t that he’d never been in your room before, but it still felt oddly intimate, like he wasn’t supposed to be there or something. When he reached your doorway, he saw you going through your closet, tossing items of clothing haphazardly onto the bed behind you. 

You glanced over to see Leo awkwardly standing in the doorway, looking mildly unsure, “Come in come in, you’re not going to get scolded,” you joked, dragging him further in, right next to where you stood previously.

You motioned to the items of clothing splayed across the comforter, “See anything you like?”

“Aren’t these all your clothes?”

“Yeah, but a lot of the things I buy are actually ‘men’s clothing’.” You say, putting air quotes around “men’s clothing.” 

Leo glanced down at the pile of clothes, completely lost. Sighing, you reached down and grabbed an over-sized, white t-shirt, a pair of solid, black dress-joggers, and a maroon bomber jacket that, funnily enough, matched his hair. 

“Here,” You tossed the bundle of clothes into his arms, skirting around him to your vanity. You picked up a simple silver chain and handed it to Leo. His eyebrows rose slightly and you shook your head.

“Just, trust me.”

He only sighed and shrugged, mumbling, “Alright,” under his breath.

As you exited, you turned to pull the door shut, catching a quick glance at the way his shirt rode up his back as he pulled off his sweatshirt. You knew Leo never was one to boast, but despite all the claims that he was weak, he was actually quite… built. Heat rose to your cheeks as the image of a shirtless Leo flashed through your mind and you were thankful he hadn’t caught your eye when you had closed the door. 

Not long after you had shut him in, Leo popped his head out of your doorway, once again looking mildly unsure.

“Well? Let me see!” You exclaimed impatiently. 

Tentatively, he stepped out into the hallway, revealing your handy work. The t-shirt that would have normally swallowed you whole hung slightly loose around Leo’s torso, the bomber jacket fitting surprisingly well around his shoulders. The black joggers and chain pulled the look together, making the outfit look slightly more expensive than it actually was.

“So…?” Leo didn’t know quite what to make of his outfit. He rarely ever wore anything other than his staple hoodie, which eas beginning to wear down after all the wash cycles it had been through, so it was… nice to dress differently than he usually did. 

“Perfect,” You stated, clasping your hands together in front of you enthusiastically, “Now all I have to do is change and we can head out.”

You were in and out in record time, and you looked absolutely stunning.

You had shed the over-sized sweatshirt and replaced it with a cropped leather jacket, a lacy maroon bodysuit peeking out from underneath it. A high wasted mini skirt met the jacket as it stopped just below your ribs, slits strategically placed on either side to show off a little extra skin while providing a little extra mobility without the risk of your skirt riding up. The whole look was pulled together by a pair of Dr. Martens.

Leo was at a loss for words for the ‘nth time that day.

Luckily you didn’t waste any more time as you brushed past him, calling over your shoulder, “Ready to go?”

“Y- Yeah! Just let me get my shoes on!”

He stumbled after, regaining his footing by the time he made it to your front door. He thanked the gods that he had chosen to wear his new shoes today. His last pair had been absolutely totaled by the last monster he had encountered the other day and these ones went much better with the outfit than the previous ones would’ve.

By the time he had finished tying up the laces, you were already excitedly waiting with the door open. He quickly exited the apartment, waiting for you to shut and lock the door before following you out of the building.

The walk to the venue was short, Leo having internally debated whether or not he should just grab your hand the whole five-minute walk. It was too soon that you had arrived at the entrance and with a wave of your hand you made your way past the bouncer, announcing that you had brought a plus one with you. Disgruntled bar-hoppers protested against your bypassing of the line but were swiftly silenced by one growl from the alterworlder guarding the door. 

Bass blasted through the speakers surrounding the dance floor and off to the side was a large bar boasting a plethora of liquors and fine wines. You grabbed Leo’s hand, pulling him straight to the bar. 

“Two Blue Moon’s to start off the night please!” You shout over the music. The bartender nods, grabbing two bottles and sliding them down the counter. You pass one of the already cracked open beverages off to your companion, clinking the drinks together before taking your first sip.

Three beers and two shots later, you began to feel the familiar buzz setting in. Leo had finally begun to loosen up halfway through his third beer and you were currently boisterously laughing at his recollection of the day’s past events - something about zap nearly getting his dick blown off by one of his crazy one-night stands.

You were mid-laugh when the song suddenly changed and your face lit up with recognition. You turned to Leo, a hopeful look on your face.

“Hey! I know this song, wanna go dance?”

He glanced up from his beer, looking slightly shocked. His cheeks were already tinted rosy from the alcohol but he could feel the color rising to his cheeks at your suggestion. 

“Um, yeah, sure.”

 Your face lights up at his words and butterflies swarm around in his stomach, despite the alcohol in his system. Hopping down from your seat at the bar, you grab his hand once more, this time intertwining your fingers with his as you lead him to the dance floor.

You expertly wove your way through sweat soaked individuals gyrating to the beat of the music, ending up somewhere not too far from the edge but far enough that you were surrounded on all sides by other people. Once you seemed satisfied with your location, you pulled Leo towards you until there was less than a hair’s width of space between the two of you, placing the hand you held in yours on your waist, encouraging the other to follow suit. Your arms circled around Leo’s shoulders, bringing him impossibly close as you gently swayed to the beat.

Leo felt as if his whole body was on fire. Not a single part of him was unaware of your closeness and his intoxicated mind could barely fathom how much had changed in that single moment you had decided to pull him against you. One moment he was buzzed without a care in the world, the next he was close enough to kiss you if he wanted to.

And he really wanted to.

Feeling oddly brave, Leo brought his forehead to rest against yours. It may have just been him being too hopeful, but he thought that maybe he saw your gaze flick to his lips for a moment before glancing back up at him through lidded eyes. And maybe it was just his poor depth perception from the alcohol running through his veins, but it was almost as if with each sway of your bodies, your face was inching closer to his.

Fuck it. 

Mustering all of the courage he had, Leo closed the distance between you, gently slotting his lips with yours. It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled away, wanting to make sure he hadn’t overstepped his bounds. His heart pounded in his chest as he waited for you to push him away, to tell him that you didn’t see him like that, or maybe even slap him, but none of those happened. Instead, he was pulled back towards you, this time your lips crashing together. With newfound confidence, Leo pulled your body flush against his to deepen the kiss. Hands slowly traveled up his shoulders and threaded themselves into messy maroon curls as you sucked his bottom lip into your mouth and softly bit down. Leo let out an embarrassing whimper at the sensation, suddenly thankful that the music had drowned out all other noises. His grip on your hips tightened reflexively when your tongue glided over his lip to soothe the bite, before slipping past his lips and tangling with his own. 

Suddenly you broke away from the kiss, panting heavily as the song came to an end. 

“Let’s go back to my place, yeah?” you asked breathlessly, intently searching his face as you waited for an answer. 

The two of you hadn’t been out for more than an hour and a half, but despite this, Leo found himself nodding in response. Fingers laced themselves through his and he allowed himself to be lead off the dance floor through an obstacle course of swaying bodies and to the club’s exit. The sudden gush of fresh air did little to sober the two of you up as you insistently tugged along a stumbling Leo, who wondered how on earth you were able to walk so effortlessly despite the alcohol in your system. 

As soon as you made it past your building security you were practically dragging him up the stairs and to your apartment door where you hastily unlocked it, barely making it inside before your lips connected again. 

Who really initiated, neither of you knew, but it hardly mattered. The heady mixture of alcohol and pent up sexual tension had overriden any inhibitions that previously lingered in your minds and the only thing your inebriated brain could focus on was how good it finally felt to be doing this. 

Your back was flush with the wall while your front was pressed completely against Leo’s, who’s hands had found their place back on your hips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, hands threading themselves into the curls at the nape of his neck and tugging. This time Leo let out a mixture of a whimper and a moan, muffled by your tongue slipping past his lips and into his mouth, tangling with his own. 

You pulled away shortly after, trailing your lips first over his jaw before coming to a halt over his pulse. You hovered over the spot for just a moment, before firmly placing your lips on his skin and softly sucking. A sharp intake of breath could be heard and almost immediately Leo’s arms snaked around your waist, holding you tightly to him and completely closing the distance between you. His lips found yours once again, this kiss just a little bit needier, just a little bit sloppier than the last. 

Your right hand gently de-tangled from his hair and slowly trailed down his arm before slipping between your bodies and underneath the fabric of the loose, white t-shirt. Your hand trailed up his abdominal and just about reached his rib cage, lifting the hem of the shirt along with it.

Your fingertips had just about reached his upper chest when suddenly- 

“Hold on.”

Leo abruptly tore away from you, gazing down at your face which was tight with confusion and borderline hurt. He hated it, and he hated it more that he was currently the reason for it, but he couldn’t go any further without knowing.

“I don’t- I wouldn’t… do this, with just anybody. And I, um- I don’t want to- wait, no. I do want to, but only if, you know, the feeling is… mutual.”

There was a pregnant pause as you contemplated his words, and suddenly your face was flushed a deep crimson red, the alcohol in your system doing nothing to subdue the embarrassment overtaking your entire body at the moment. You buried your face in your hands, trying to will away the intense blush that painted your countenance.

Oh jeez, you were such an idiot.

“Well. You see, I had a plan.”

“Huh?”

“I was going to start asking you out on more… date like outings, and somewhere along the way you’d hopefully get the message or I’d build up enough courage to, you know, ask you out,” you explained. “I certainly wasn’t expecting this to happen, and I just thought, well-“

“-that I got the message.” Leo finished.

“Mhm.” You nodded, “I definitely got a bit carried away though, I’m sorry.”

Another pause settled over the two of you, and after a little while you slowly peaked from behind your hands to gauge his reaction. To your surprise, his face was covered in a blush of its own, his normally squinted shut eyes drawn open in shock.

“Leo? Are you-”

“A complete idiot? Yes.”

“Well, that’s not what I was going to say, but if the shoe fits.” You cracked, trying to ease the tension that had settled over the two of you. Leo only blinked in response, and you thought that maybe you had made the wrong choice until- 

“Pft-“ The both of you burst out into a fit of giggles, marveling at the ridiculous situation.

You gently shook your head as the giggles quieted, but the smile on your face remained. You glanced over to the time displayed in bright, green numbers on your microwave, taking note that it was only half past eleven.

“You know, it’s still pretty early and those snacks aren’t going to eat themselves.” You concluded, settling your gaze back onto Leo.

His own countenance was decorated with a soft smile, the blush still present, though it had subsided to a slight flush just underneath his eyes. 

“I’ll go throw on the true crime documentaries.”

. . . . .

Early morning sun streamed through the curtains that covered your windows, a strand of light hitting Leo right in the eyes. He groggily cracked an eye open to find foreign surroundings.

He wasn’t in his apartment? Oh, right. 

Memories of the previous night came back to him and he felt his cheeks flush. A soft groan came from just beside him and he nearly yelped in fright before realizing it was just you.

You.

He smiled to himself as he gazed down at your peaceful face, letting out a soft laugh. You cracked an eye open to see him staring down at you. You let your lid shut, snuggling deeper into his chest. 

“What’s so funny?” You asked. Though it was more of a statement than anything. 

“You’re drooling.” 

“Am not…” You retort, voice scratchy as you brought your hand up to make sure, “Whatever you jerk, go back to sleep, it’s too early to be up on a day off.”

You heard another soft laugh as Leo readjusted himself so he was out of the line of light, wrapping his arms around your waist to bring you closer. He pressed a gentle kiss to your hairline and you buried your face deeper into his chest to hide the blush creeping up to your cheeks. He certainly was more bold when he was half asleep.

You’d have to tease him about it later though, you noted, drifting back to a content slumber.

[imma-lil-teapot]

Which Turtle I’d Get Along Best With :)

This is actually in response to @aurora-the-kunoichi ‘s  post = 

Ignoring the facts on why they are your favorite turtle based on looks and character traits. Based on your personality alone who do you think you would get alone with the best and give me reasons.

I was going to respond to it in the comments, but found the more I thought about it, the more indepth I wanted to actually go into the subject, and it’s been a while since I posted something of my own (sorta) so here we go~

Also, please beware the typos and errors. They bite.

A few things before we start... (Feel free to skip if you’re really not interested, it’s cool) ;)

-- Since a Bay!verse gif was used in the original post (points up), those are the Turts I’m going with in response to the post. :)

-- I have a handful of personal issues that I’m going to take into account when considering which guy I’d get along with best, namely: social anxiety and awkwardness, depression, panic attacks and low self esteem.

-- The general comfort setting I assume is during after the initial reaction of meeting them. So the friendship is still in its early stages but past the ‘OMGOSH, GIANT, TALKING, EXTREMELY BUFF, TURTLES WITH WEAPONS’ phase.

-- I really wanted to talk a bit about each one and how I’d feel around them, so how this is gonna work is basically least comfortable (first) to most comfortable (last) and of course as to why. :)

-- Please don’t think for a second that I dislike any of them based on this! I ADORE all of these boys (even though I do have a fav) and I fully believe that just about anyone (with good intentions) can get along with all of them and vice versa, even if it were to take a while (I’m looking at you, Raph ;P). I don’t see these boys being especially hostile to anyone without good reasoning, but like with all friendships, it takes time. 

And with that outta the way~ (Drum roll)

(4) LEAST COMFORTABLE~

RAPHAEL~

Aww, Mr. Big Cuddly Teddy Bear himself? Why would I be the least comfortable around ol’ Red? Perhaps because, first of all, his SIZE!! :O Yeah, technically, Donnie’s slightly taller, and granted, they’re all pretty gigantic, but Raph’s on a whole other level! Skip shoulder day? I think not! And here I am, 5′1′’ and have to look to the sky to see this hulking mass staring down at me with such a piercing gaze and a toothpick poking out of his lips... Yeah, that social anxiety and shyness I spoke of earlier would be busy wetting itself whenever I’d be in the general vicinity of Raphie-Boy. Now let’s get real for a sec, it’s not like Raph’s gonna have a Leatherhead moment and turn savage at the sight of me, but in my irrational mindset, from his displayed temper and the way he goes at that punching bag, he could at any time... Not to mention how he often butts heads with Leo. It would take quite a while to completely dispel the tension and discomfort I’d be in whenever I’m around him. Maybe even a few years since I get really nervous around others that show a lot of anger and physical irritation. I’d definitely feel like he’d find me a bother, irritating or in the way a lot, even though he probably wouldn’t really since he tolerates a lot from others, but that’s just how I’d interpret his actions from my own point of view and I’d always try to stay a little clear of him for the most part. Seriously, I adore you, Raph, but you’d scare the cr@p outta me. :O

On a brighter note, I would admire his dedication to his family, his heroic actions and just the way he works out all the time. But you know, just from... afar. :) At least for a while until I got use to him more, then we might even hit it off after that!

(3) SECOND TO LEAST COMFORTABLE~

LEONARDO~

Sorry Boi Blue. :’( You may be my fav, but I’d be an awkward mess around you. Now I dunno if the favoritism would hold true if I were to meet them in reality (there’s still a good chance it would), but like with Raph, Leo’s someone I’d admire from afar, though the nervousness wouldn’t be as hectic as with his younger brother in red since Leo doesn’t tend to display it as much and not in the same fashion. I tend to have a good amount of respect for authoritative figures (or at least I try to) and he’d be no exception to that rule, but because of this, I’d both enjoy and dread our little interactions for the fear of saying something stupid or to annoy him in anyway, even though I’d probably enjoy his presence since he’s someone to look up to (and no, that wasn’t a short joke ;P ) and to feel protected by. Again, I’d feel like a burden and an annoyance to him but unlike with Raph, I would have to at least open my mouth first to get that same amount of discomfort with him as opposed to Raph... That last sentence wasn’t meant to sound NSFW, just FYI. ;P But with Leo, I think I’d actually try and work around that amount of nerves to get into his good books since he’s proven he can be a bit more on the gentlemanly side so I feel I’d stand a better chance with him... But still pretty nervy and that is why he’s in the no.3 spot. Sorry, Leader Boy. :’(

Up side, the admiration is strong. Leaders have a lot upon their shoulders to bear so that alone puts him in high respects in my eyes. Not mention I’d be in complete awe whenever watching him practicing with his katanas and performing katas... I promised myself I wouldn’t fangirl, but DAYUM, BOI! It’s getting awful warm in the sewer~ Expect applause and compliments after practice! ;P

(2) SECOND MOST COMFORTABLE~

DONATELLO~

Despite us talking about the smartest Turtle, this one’s a no-brainer, really. :) Don’s a sweetheart so I think someone would really have to try their best to get this pacifist to at least not tolerate them. That’s not to say he doesn’t have enemies - like Shredder and Krang of course - but as long you’re not posing a threat to his family, friends, the innocent or the earth, I think you’re pretty much A-okay to him. He’d without a doubt be the brother I’d feel most comfortable around after the first as he seems to take into consideration the feelings and reactions of others and is just pretty laid back in general, not really loud and ranty and for that, I’d definitely feel more at ease around. Plus, he has a bit of a fun and quirky side that comes out every now and then. Heck, even a little bit of a potty mouth. X’D Don is definitely the one I’d go to for advice on just about anything, or just to share random information and trivia with. I feel he’d be a great listener, share his own opinions in a gentle fashion, provide heartfelt solutions and just genuinely be ready to help where he’s needed. Heck, he may even try to engage me in some simple tasks like helping him with a gadget he’s busy whipping up... This is however where the comfort will start to wobble: Don-Bon’s a genius, and I’m intimidated by brilliance of the mind. :( I’d start to feel compelled to stop talking to him after a while for the sheer sake of seeming too dense to be in his presence, especially if he were to start explaining equations and science related topics. His brilliant mindset would be too much for me to bear so I think I’d probably not spend too much time around him. That’s not to say the others aren’t smart, heck, but Don’s on a whole other playing field!

Other than that, I definitely would feel comfortable around this sweetie nerd. He’s adorable! Even though the brilliance is what scares me, I would in turn be in awe of it. :) He’s a regular Einstein and then some with a lovely personality to boot! 

When there’s something strange, 

with your home wi-fi,

Who ya gonna call?

DONATELLO~

*Is boo’d off the stage* X’D

And finally~

~(1)~ MOST COMFORTABLE~

~MICHELANGELO~

*Lets off balloons and streamers* Well, what a surprise, am I right? ;P Raise your hand if you saw it coming! :)

But seriously though, there wasn’t much to question; Mikey’s easily the one I’d gravitate towards first and feel most at ease around. :) He’s so laid back, fun, non-judgmental, accommodating, sweet, hilarious and charming, just to name a few things! What can I say, the youngest brother of the Turts is adorable and I genuinely feel I’d get along quite well with him. <3 With all my own personal baggage, he seems like the one that would be most patient and understanding with me if anything was to surface, and he’d be so chilled about it or even joke around in a non-offensive manner to help ease the tension. That’s something I’d really appreciate with him, especially in certain situations. His goofiness could quell any nerves, that’s for sure. Even though I’m no prankster of any note whatsoever, if he were to rope me into a very harmless and innocent one here and there, I’d probably be game for it, so the two of us would probably have quite a bit of fun together. Watching movies together too, with pizza, of course! Even laughing at him showing/goofing-off during training. 

So yeah, Mikey’s hands down my go-to Turtle boy in terms of comfort level, emotional support and just about everything in that relation. I see no reason as to why I’d not get along with him. He’s just a really great guy whom I feel would really go out of his way to make any human with good intentions feel welcome in his family. Someone who’s really in tune with others’ feelings and emotions and would try to help them when needed in the best way he could think of. A real cutie-pie with a heart of gold who just wants to fit in with the rest of the world. Someone who wouldn’t really care what the person looked like as long as they meant well. That’s Mikey for you, and the one I’d probably be most comfortable around! :D 

And there we have it! :) Definitely a fun and enjoyable post to type up! Although the ‘winner’ was a clear cut choice, it really got me thinking how I’d feel around the other three so am really glad I got around to doing this. :) Also, I’m sure @aurora-the-kunoichi​ would love to see more people respond to the question so if you’re interested, feel free to respond to it. ;) 

Thanks for reading~

[lunanight2012]

A Tale as Old as Time? Pt 3

Hope you all enjoy! I lied, this has some craziness to it. Enjoy!!!

It had been three weeks. Three weeks since I had to wrap my chest to heal the brand. Three weeks since I learned how to control my fire. Three weeks since I started dating Harry Hook.

Well more like he's living with me in my dorm room, so is Gil. But I couldn't bear leaving Gil in a room by himself. So my room now has two beds at either side of the room and yes me and Harry share a bed. It's been great. I have my Harry Hook plush.

This just happened to be the week me and Chad had to head home for mom's birthday. I managed to get Harry to come with us. But hey Chad warmed up to Harry pretty quickly. Hopefully mom and dad will too.

Chad drove his motorbike, I followed on mine with Harry seated right behind me.

"Love I'm nervous." Harry stated as we pulled into the large garage oh Charmington Palace.

"About?" I asked, taking off my helmet, shaking my hair free, I now had light blue tips to my hair.

"What if your parents don't like me?" He asked, nervous.

"They will. Mom might be a bit shocked but they'll grow to love ya!" I exclaimed, kissing his cheek.

The three of us headed into the castle. 

"Momma! Papa! We're home!" I called out.

Soon enough big old doggo, Leonardo, came hopping down the hall. I held out my gloved arma.

"Leo!! There's my big boy!" I giggle petting the slobbering dog.

"Well, so happy to have you two back home!" Cinderella exclaimed, smiling.

"Momma!" I exclaimed running to my mother and hugging her.

"Cindy! Oh my what happened to your hair? And why are you wearing leather gloves?" Momma asked me. I backed away, becoming nervous.

Harry grabbed my hand gently.

"Momma, I want you to meet my boyfriend, Harry Hook." I introduced.

"A VK? How can you be so sure he's not going to turn on you?" Momma questioned.

That's when Chad spoke up. "Actually he saved Lu from his father."

"What?? When did this happen??" Momma became worried.

"Mrs. Charming, I would never hurt your daughter. I love her with all my soul. But there's some new things to Luna." Harry explained.

"Like the hair and gloves?" Momma quirked an eyebrow.

"His father injected me with Hades blood and um I have fire." I explained creating a small ball of fire in my palm. "And my hair flames up sometimes. And um…." I made the flame go out before grabbing Harry with both hands.

"I have a scar on my back from his father branding me." I said looking at me and Harry hands intertwined together.

"What? Come with me missy! I am going to take a look at the." Cinderella exclaimed dragging me to my room.

Chad smiled at Harry, who was playing with his hook nervously.

"Come on dude, time to meet my dad!" Chad exclaimed.

~~~~~~~In my bedroom~~~~~~~~~~

"Momma! Let me unwrap it!" I insisted, taking my top off, i began to unwrap my binding.

The moment my scar was free, Momma was grabbing every type of cream we had. Smearing them on my scar as I sat on my bed, holding my Harry Hook doll. Giggling as I made him wave his hook.

"What are you giggling about?" Momma asked me.

"Harry made me a plush of himself. So that way, even when we're apart he's still with me." I explained, hugging the doll.

"Sounds sweet. Well if we could use magic I'm sure we could get rid of that scar." Momma sighed. "You should wrap it back up sweetie, we have dinner with your father. And you may want to wear one of your dresses as well." Momma stated, kissing my forehead before leaving.

I sighed as I wrapped up my scar and got changed into my favorite light blue dress, it was similar to my mom's dress that Fair Godmother made for her, but not as elegant. My hair was up in a bun on top of my head.

I was finishing up my makeup when a familiar knock sounded on my door. I smirked.

"Come in Hooky!" I called out, standing up from my chair as Harry entered my room.

"Your parents are nice….." Harry froze as he saw me in my dress. Setting his bag down he walked over to me.

"My princess!" He cooed, kneeling down to kiss my hand, causing me to giggle.

"Harry! Quit that! You know how much I hate it when you call me princess!" I giggle.

"I feel bad. I only brought my pirate outfit." Harry frowned.

"Wear that. I want you comfortable!" I exclaimed, rushing over to grab my Harry Hook plush. "Be like you!" I exclaimed holding up the plush. My light blue leather gloves rubbing circles on the plush.

"Heheheh alright love. But can I use your bathroom to change?" Harry asked.

"Of course!" I smiled, heading over to my Queen sized bed.

Harry smiled and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I smiled as I slipped on my fake glass slipper heels. As much as I hated wearing heels, I had to with this dress. My small stature made the dress touch the floor.

These past three weeks I've learned a lot about Harry. His father was abusive, not just to me, but when Harry was younger his father would cut him on his chest. Even injected him with a lower ranked villain's blood. I winced at the memory of that happening to me. The burning feeling of Hades blood mixing with mine was not a pleasant experience, or memory.

"Love, how do I look?" Harry asked nervously.

I stood up and looked at him, smirking a bit. My favorite outfit of his was definitely that one. Loads of buckles going down the front of the black vest. I knew all too well that on the back was a hook. I smiled, walking over to him. Within these past three weeks I've gained confidence, and a bit of risky behavior, mostly towards Harry.

"I love it. Wait.." I lift my gloved hand up and fix his hair, just enough so he looked like the man I fell in love with.

"Perfect. Now come on my pirate, we have a family dinner to attend." I exclaimed, grabbing his hand.

We headed towards the dining room. Smirking at him we entered the large dining hall. I curtsied to my parents, brother, and grandfather.

"Cindy, come and join us. And...oh my! Why did you bring a pirate??" Grandfather questioned.

I grabbed Harry's hand and lead him to my seat. Harry pulled my seat out for me, which earned him a kiss on the cheek. We both sat at the table.

"Answer me girl! Why did you bring a pirate to my castle!!?? And why are you wearing those horrendous gloves???? And what on earth did you do to your hair???" Grandfather all but shouted.

Chad looked over at Mama, her nodding as Chad called over a servant and whispered something in his ear. The servant nodded and rushed off.

"Grandfather, this is my boyfriend, Harry Hook. Harry meet the Duke of Charmington, my grandfather." I finally introduced.

Harry carefully sat his hook down before standing up and bowing.

"Pleasure to meet you!" Harry stated, his accent thick.

"You are not allowed to be with HIM!" Grandfather shouted.

"You really have no say in who I date grandfather." I said calmly, holding my hands together.

"Take those disgusting things off right now! And after dinner you will remove that dye from your hair!" Grandfather shouted, his face turning red.

"I can't do that." I stated, Harry could tell I was having trouble with my composure.

"Guards take that pirate out of here!" Grandfather ordered.

That was it. The last straw.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" I shouted, my hair flaming up and my hands flaming up.

The servant returned and handed Harry some oven mitts. He quickly put them on and grabbed my hands. Leaning his forehead against mine he began to whisper to me.

"Calm down love. This is your family. I love you very much. You need to breathe and calm down." 

I slowly started to calm down, my hair fizzing out, the fires disappearing.

"What did that monster do to you???" Grandfather questioned, in shock.

"It wasn't him Grandfather. It was his father. Harry's father spelled me, with the help of Ursula, and kidnapped me. I was then branded and inject with Hades blood." I explained. 

Harry removed the mitts and held my hand. I knew he was trying to keep me calm. I love him for that.

"That man should be locked up!" Father exclaimed.

"No need papa, Harry saved me. He killed his own father to free me of the spell. Well him and Uma, Uma killed Ursula." I explained.

"How do we know he won't do that to us?" Grandfather questioned.

"Because Grandfather. I love him and he loves me. You know what. I'm not hungry. Come on Harry, let's go back to my room." I exclaimed, standing up and leaving the room, Harry following close behind. 

He stopped at the doorway. "Just so ye all know, I love Luna. With all my heart. I have vowed to protect her. At all costs." Harry explained, saluting with his hook before following after me.

Once in my room and break down crying. Harry hugs me close, letting me cry it out.

"It's ok love let it all out." Harry soothed.

After 10 minutes of crying a knock sounded on my door. Wiping my eyes I sit up.

"Come in."

The door opened to reveal Chad, with two plates in his hands.

"Hey. Thought you both might be hungry." Chad offered, handing me and Harry each a plate.

"By the way, I'm sorry how the old man treated you Harry. He's got a stick up his rear." Chad explained, sitting in a nearby chair.

"I think we'll be heading back tomorrow. I don't think it's safe for me to stay any longer. Plus I have lessons with Hades tomorrow." I stated, grabbing my Harry Hook plush as I leaned into my boyfriend.

"I totally understand, I might head back tomorrow too. I was hoping I could convince Hook here to join Fencing." Chad smirked.

Harry smirked back. "Sword fighting? Oh, I am so in!" His accent dripping through.

I giggled and began to eat.

~~~~~~~~later that night~~~~~~~~~

Putting on my fireproof nightcap, and my hook themed pjs (thank you Evie), I crawled into bed next to Harry. Curling up against his chest I smiled.

"Good night my Pirate~!" I exclaimed, burying my face in his chest.

"Good night my Cindy." Harry whispered, causing me to blush and my hair to flame a little from embarrassment.

"Calm down love." Harry whispered. 

I smiled, my hair fizzing out as I fell asleep.

This dream was no dream. It's the same nightmare I've had every night for three weeks. 

I was back on the Jolly Roger. Smee was trying to get me to go, but a badly injured Captain Hook stepped out of the shadows.

"You will return." He spoke in a gravelly tone.

All I could do was nod. I never told anyone, but the branding was a spell. I only learned that after the first week of having this nightmare. I woke up in a cold sweat.

Harry was fast asleep. I smiled at him. He was so innocent looking when he was asleep. I carefully got out of his arms. Once I was sure he was still asleep, I walked over to where his hook was and picked it up. 

This was the one thing I loved to play with. I held it up, using my free hand i touch the tip to my finger. Pricking it. I winced at the pain and set the hook down.

"Dang it!" I whispered, sucking on my finger. I headed to my bathroom, and grabbed a bandaid, wrapping it around my finger. Walking back into my room, I felt a strange aura nearby. 

I walked over to my bed and nudged Harry. "Harry, please wake up." I exclaimed.

Harry groaned and slowly opened his eyes. "What's wrong love?" He asked, sitting up. 

"Something isn't right." I whispered, my hands starting to flame up.

Harry jumped out of bed and grabbed his hook.

"Let's go figure out what's going on." Harry stated, the both of us leaving my room.

We walked side by side down the hall. Harry took a protective stance as we both felt something stir in the air.

"H-Harry. I feel like I should tell you som-" I passed out.

"Luna!" Harry exclaimed rushing to me. 

He noticed I was barely breathing. Picking me up bridal style he carried me down the hall, running.

"Chad!!! Where the bloody hell are you??" Harry shouted, his accent thick.

Servants started wondering what the commotion was. Seeing Harry running through the halls with my unconscious body. They told him where Chad's room was and he bolted down the hall, holding me close.

"Stay with me Luna!" Harry all but cried, running to Chad's room.

Banging on his door Harry shouted. "Open up Chad! Right fucking now!!!" Harry cursed, his accent incredibly thick.

Chad opened his door, groaning. "What the fuck mab! Why are you carrying Luna?" Chad asked concerned as Harry laid me on Chad's bed.

"She passed out and now she's slipping away. I need you to call Mal, and Ben. Tell them what's going on. Tell them to get here as soon as possible. Hurry!" Harry exclaimed as He kneeled down next to me.

Chad pulled out his phone and called Mal, talking with her as Harry talked to me.

"You better not leave me. I need ya love. You're my anchor in this world. Without you I wouldn't be where I'm at." Harry stated, kissing my hand.

"Chad! Tell Mal to bring Uma and Gil!" Harry shouted, causing Chad to nod.

[kikaromi]

AU Rambling -- The Struggles with Trust

One of my favorite things about my FE:Fates AU is exploring Ludger’s central conflict: trusting in others, particularly the Nohr Royal Family. 

So the framing is as follows: as part of conditioning the other Kresnik Clan members into martyrs against the Kingdom of Nohr, no members outside those hand-picked by Bisley are allowed to leave the village. This avoids giving those who aren’t completely loyal chances to sympathize with those outside the clan, which could later plant a seed of doubt in their actions come their future invasion. Ludger, the naturally kind-hearted boy, is of course not one of those people. Thus, as Ludger escapes the village by himself, he’s left in a world he barely knows, tasked to find people who’ll help him rescue his brother. 

Who may those people be? There’s two options: Hoshido or Nohr. 

The first thought would be the peace-loving Hoshidans, but there’s an immediate problem: his situation’s circumstances. It’s hard not to suspect a stranger who hails from seemingly nowhere asking you to come help him with a problem within enemy territory. And it gets worse-- helping Ludger would mean following him up into his secluded mountain village into what’s almost guaranteed to be a trap, as Bisley knows Ludger’s going to come back eventually to rescue Julius. Anyone with sense would conclude Ludger was intentionally trying to lead his country’s enemies into a trap for the Kingdom of Nohr’s sake. 

Plus the opposite could be true too-- maybe the Hoshidans would only go with him to kill a future cog in the ongoing war. Ludger would finally be with his brother again, only to get them both killed because of his naivete. Asking for their help isn’t an option. The next option would be the Nohrians, but that’s a no-go as well. 

Though Ludger now knows Bisley’s stories of the Nohr Royal Family being vile, untrustworthy monsters were just to mold the other members of the Kresnik Clan to feel no reservations killing his conquest’s enemies, that doesn’t change that all his life, he’s been taught the Nohr Royal Family are his enemies. And he can’t entirely shake off that stigma through the power of will alone; it doesn’t help either that the current king at the time, King Garon, falls pretty in-line with what he’s been taught. 

But to his good fortune, a third option does exist. Ludger hears of Corrin’s forces, who purportedly has Hoshidans and Nohrians fighting together as comrades. It sounds perfect... until he finds out the entire Nohrian Royal Family (excluding Garon) is among the forces. And they call Corrin their sibling, meaning the leader is also part of the Nohrian Royal Family. It creates an ultimatum: does he put his faith in these supposed “monsters” to save his brother, or does he let this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity go? Ludger chooses the former, yet his reluctance keeps him from telling the group why he’s interested in joining their fight. He lies and says, “I want to see an age where all Nohrians and Hoshidans can call each other comrades.”

The cycle of distrust sadly doesn’t show signs of stopping after he joins. Ludger has a hard time sleeping in the camp for the first few weeks in fear someone’ll think him a traitor and kill him, and he refuses to so much at look any of the royal siblings (bar Corrin as they’re his commander) because being near them reignites his worries of what Bisley might be doing to his sibling. This behavior makes Ludger come off as incredibly sketchy, rightfully so, thus Ludger isn’t afforded much trust in return. 

Corrin’s faith in Ludger does allow him to eventually invite them out to a late night picnic where he admits the real reason he wanted to join the army: he was looking for someone to help him rescue his older brother, Julius. He’d kept his intentions secret until now because he couldn’t expect people to risk their lives for what might be a pointless suicide mission when he can’t even trust them first. In that vein, he asks Corrin not to tell anyone about his brother-- he promises he’ll tell them when he feels ready. Corrin goes along with it. 

Finally spilling his heart out does encourage Ludger to start putting his faith in the other members of the camp. He starts talking more about himself (where before, he restricted that information to near nothing), mentions his brother, and generally tries to include himself in the conversation. But he’s still got a sour point in the Nohr siblings, finding it near impossible to get a word in without wanting to abort the conversation. Not because they seem like bad people--he think them to be kind souls--he just can’t shake that small voice in his head telling him not to associate with his “enemies”. 

Once he feels comfortable enough, Ludger blurts out during a strategy meeting that he needs everyone’s help to rescue his brother from Bisley back in their hometown deep within the mountains. Corrin naturally agrees to aid Ludger’s plea and Ludger storms the Kresnik clan in full confidence. Ludger goes on ahead to search the houses, finds his brother, and escorts him to safety. Julius needs time to recover (he’s not eaten a proper meal since Ludger left and his wounds need medical treatment), but he’s quick to congratulate Ludger for finding comrades who've loved and trusted him in his absence. Ludger agrees.

His burdens lifted, Ludger recognizes he’s got a real apology to give Xander, Camilla, Leo, and Elise. He apologizes for avoiding them and refusing to trust them up until they’ve done him a great favor, and he’s going to try extremely hard to treat them properly from now on. 

[rosywaifu]

Home {A Percy Jackson Oneshot}

Hi Everyone! This is for @coldheartedgay ‘s AU: 

“Can I ask a small request from a PJ AU I made? The general premise is that Half Bloods are born with certain hair color depending on their Godly Parent. Percy - Aqua Annabeth - Silverish blonde Grover - Deep Green Etc.” 

I read this request at one in the morning, so I may have gone a little off-book so if this isn’t what you had in mind, LMK and I will redo it to what you actually wanted! But, when I reread it this morning, I thought what I wrote was actually kind of cute so here you go! Please, enjoy and keep requesting, I love it!! 

Percy brushed the hair from his forehead, trying different hairstyles by pushing and pulling the strands in different positions. He made faces at his reflection; pouted lips, smoldering eyes, sucked in cheeks for the haute couture look. Finally, he let his aquamarine locks flop against his forehead framing the deep green eyes staring back at him. He was worried about today. If all went well, he’d be engaged. He gave his appearance a last once-over and walked out of his cabin. The air was warm but he was able to stay cool from the breeze coming in from the ocean. He brushed the invisible dirt from his dark blue dress shirt, not being able to keep from fidgeting from his nerves. He tucked and smoothed and picked at his entire shirt to keep his nerves smothered. Once he reached the door of the Athena Cabin, he was sure his shirt was worse than when he started. After a deep breath of the May evening air, he rapped his knuckles three times sharply against the dark oak wood. He took a step back to let the air take hold in the space between him and the door. Hardly a second passes before the door swings open to reveal the silver haired beauty that was Annabeth. Percy drank in her appearance appreciatively; soft, silvery hair curled like a princesses draping down her shoulders with just the slightest bounce. Her tanned skin sporting a bright smile. Her dark grey sweater dress contrasted nicely against her hair and complimented her skin tone. Her camp necklace adorned on her neck. Percy thought she was incredibly beautiful and could hardly keep himself from proposing right there in the door way in front of all her siblings. “Wow, Seaweed Brain, you look great! Very dashing.” She smiled as she teased slightly with her words, but meaning every one. “Not so bad your self, Wise Girl. Took my breath away.” He said smoothly making her smile as she clasped his hand tightly into her own as she closed the door behind her. “Ah, I thought Piper got a little crazy with all the primping but seeing how smart you’re dressed, i’m glad she made me look so nice- even for just a casual date.” She sighed as she talked, half because she was so content with walking with Percy right then and half because she was frustrated he never gets any of the hints she’s dropping to have him propose. Annabeth wasn’t normally one to beat around the bush, but she had let Piper and Hazel convince her that proposing was a delicate matter. She had to use subtlety, they said. It had been 3 months now and Annabeth was about ready to shove that subtlety right in its—

“So, I thought we’d have a picnic near the strawberry fields and the water.” Percy’s voice musing out his plan for the evening kept her from finishing her derailed train of thought. “Sounds lovely, Percy.” They walked in step to the place where Percy was sure he pulled off the most romantic picnic area that ever was. A deep blue and grey plush rug, mechanical candles (as to not start and forest fires), fresh strawberries, cherries, macaroons, and sparkling lemonade. He wanted to get champagne to toast to like they do in the movies, but Chiron, as happy as he was that Percy was proposing the Annabeth, would not bend the rules of no alcohol on camp; even to those of legal drinking age. So, sparkling lemonade it was. Annabeth gasped at all the effort, Percy went through- all the food and drink with the candles glowing in the fading blue sky, even lily pads with little pink and purple flowers floated atop to the water in the little inlet. The whole area looked like a magic forest. She gave Percy a big smile who looked a little sheepish at her happiness. He wanted to make this their most memorable date yet. Sure it was happening at camp, and not a fancy french restaurant but camp was home and their favorite place to be, especially with each other. They sat down and talked about random things and nearly anything that popped into her head. Annabeth talked about the new building design she came up with, explaining all the intricate and delicate ideas and designs she came up for it. Percy half listened to Annabeth, truly trying to listen no matter how hard it was for him to pay attention when she talked about stuff like architecture. He wasn’t super into it but that didn’t mean he didn’t try to pay attention and ask quality questions. The other half fretted about the right time to pop the question without cutting her off too soon or waiting until the end of the date. Soon, Annabeth started asking questions for Percy; how his day went, what he had done since the last time they saw each other (which was only since breakfast that morning). Percy’s tensed shoulders relaxed at talking about the sea animal he got to save that day; a large sea dragon of sorts, about the size of a baby calf, got caught in flurry of fisherman’s hook, fishing poles and netting. He got pretty banged up and his dad sent word to him, via hippocampi, that the mythical creature needed his help. And Percy truly animated when he told the tale of his daring rescue, diving under the ocean waves, swimming as far as the English docks to rescue the incredible creature. Annabeth smiled as she could literally feel the love he had for animals. Eventually, the evening began winding down as Percy felt the anticipation buzzing his every nerve. Annabeth began to clean up but Percy stopped her quickly. “Hold off on that a second. I-i have to talk to you..” his voice was jilted and stiff. Annabeth had a gut instant fear that he was breaking up with her. Would Percy really be the type of guy who would give her a great last date before breaking her heart, like how you give your dog the best last day before having to put him down just so they have one last good memory? Percy, with how completely endearing he is, and idiotic, would probably think a great last date would ease the blow of a breakup, unknowing how wrong he was. Annabeth’s moment of doubt was quickly scrubbed away as she remembered how amazing her relationship was with her boyfriend. Things started to ease as they left their teen years behind; calm and soothing. They spent a great deal of time with one another but still had their own friends and lives as to not smother one another. In fact, it was her relationship being so great that led her to wanting to get married in the first place. She stood up and grasped Percy’s hand gently as he led her a tad closer to the water, wanting to feel the comfortable rock of the waves; encouraging him. He knelt down and grasped both her hands tightly in his grasp. “Annabeth, I love you so much, I would probably, no actually i know i would have died without you back when we were twelve on our first quest together. You have saved my butt so many times over the last ten years, I know i’ve saved yours at least half as many. Without you, my life would be less interesting. I wouldn’t know any of the differences of buildings, I wouldn’t understand what it means to be a hero at all without you teaching me your resolve, confidence, determination and power. You are the most incredible, smart, beautiful, infuriating and talented person i’ve ever met. I love getting lost in our discussions on the lives of the greeks might going on, I love getting lost in ADHD and caffeine fueled ramblings. I love to being in the same room as you. I have been building to this moment for years now.” He pulled out a ring box and exposed the small and dainty silver ring, with the most intricate engraving of wave designs and olive branches interchanging curling up to wrap around the small and modest ocean colored jewel. The jewel seemed to change color with the light passing through it giving it the appearance as if the jewel contained a part of the Mediterranean sea within it. “Annabeth “Wise Girl” Chase, will you do me the absolute pleasure of becoming your husband, your meddling partner, for good?” His eyes twinkled with hope and promise, a smile tearing his face apart as he stared adoringly at her deep storming grey eyes pool with love and excitement. Annabeth fell to her knees, a large smile unable to be constrained on her face. “Yes! Gods, yes seaweed brain! I love you!” And before Percy could slip the dainty ring on her finger, she pulled him into a kiss, embracing him fully, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. His own arms pulling her closer into him, wrapping his own arms tightly around her waist. Seconds later, they pulled apart and Percy was able to pull the ring from the box and slide it softly onto her ring finger. As he did so, Annabeth reveled in the fact that some times when the light danced perfectly on the sparkling jewel, it looked like it was colored as vibrantly aqua as Percy’s hair. Percy watched her face smile at her new rings as she admired it. “I got the jewel straight from the ocean. I went deep sea diving for months looking for the perfect one. When I saw it, the filtered light from the sun streaking through the ocean made it look silvery blue and it reminded me of you; your eyes and your hair. Plus I had Leo and Tyson design the actual ring part, giving my two-sense about the design here and there of course but they built it. However i did make sure they included a specific point.” He smiled conspiratorially, making her arch her eyebrow in piqued curiosity. He gently grabbed her wrist and gently pushed the jewel deeper into the ring. It turned into a half shield, covering her wrist to her elbow and about her arms width above and below. She marveled at the beautiful shield; deep silver with the etched designs of ocean waves and olive branches seemingly moving in wave patterns across the shield. “I named it stavroménoi erastés, meaning Star Crossed Lovers, as a reminder I guess that even though our parents hated each other, our friendship and love can survive and conquer anything. To always protect you and to have a little piece of me when we’re apart.” He winked with the boyish grin adorning his features. Out of the corner of her eye, Annabeth saw something move near the bushes. And thanks to the nearby ocean, Percy had the same quick instinct. With incredible precision from years of battle reflexes, that and living this close to a forest packed with monsters and Clarisse, Percy drew his sword Riptide from his pocking, dislodging the cap as he pulled it out, ready for use just as Annabeth shielded part of her face with her shiny new sword as she drew the dagger that had previously been strapped to the outside of her upper thigh. They pointed their weapons to the noise, poised to attack at the slightly motion of an ambush. “Show yourself!” Annabeth called with incredible strength, almost making Percy want to drop his weapon at her mercy. He thanked all the gods on his good list that he never had to be on the business end of her dagger like that. Suddenly a large tuft of forest green hair appeared above some of the bushes, sporting rather silly looking branches, that Annabeth quickly deciphered as horns. Soon a glimpse of pink hair, flaming red hair, sky blue hair, dark black hair, dark, oil slicked-looking red hair, bright gold hair and blood red hair peaked over the top. Percy And Annabeth shared amused looks before lowering their weapons. The spots of colored hair soon officially identified themselves as Grover, Piper, Clarisse, Jason, Nico, Leo, Hazel and Frank. They all shared a slight look of embarrassment but it was more or less overshadowed by their excitement. “S-s-sorry, guys! We couldn’t help but watch! We would never want to miss the proposal of Percabeth!” Grover bleated. He ran and gave Percy the manliest embrace he could muster. Suddenly, the whole gang was surrounding them, cheering him for finally being able to muster the courage to do it, admiring the ring, and celebrating their engagement between the favorite couple of camp half-blood. As much as Percy wanted to be mad and embarrassed that they had all heard him pour his heart out and let it gush all over the place, he was actually very glad to have his own little cheer squad, cheering him on and lending their support to this anticipated moment. Annabeth was a little more angry than Percy but her anger quickly subsided as her friends gushed over the idea of a wedding making her insides feel all giddy and excited. The stole a glance at one another over the roar of love and support from their friends, no- family and admired each others glow of love making their hair glitter silver and aqua in the bright, sparkling moon. He was so glad he proposed, knowing right there, right then, the wedding would most definitely take place here at camp; at home.

Word Count: 2,261

[k-reativefantasies]

VIXX Adventures: Leo (Part 3)

Genre: Sci-fi, Fiction, Action adventure, thriller. 

Summary: You’re thrown into a labyrinth with ten levels filled with monsters and the bare essentials to survive. Maybe with some help from Leo you’ll make it through this dangerous game alive. 

Word count: 2080

Note: Please Read Previous parts and Intro to VIXX Adventures first!  Chapters: Intro , Part 1, Part 2 

As soon as we entered the next level my bracelet beeped with a new objective. New Objective: Survive the night on level five. 4/10 levels completed. 

Leo didn’t say a word or even look at me as the doors opened. The frustration and anger nearly oozed off of him and I knew that I was the cause.

 “Leo I… I’m sorry I-”

“Nothing you have to say is going to fix this so don’t waste time talking. Follow my lead, stay quiet and we might live through the night.” He snapped without glancing my direction. 

“What about the safe zone? We have an hour.” I pointed out trying to be optimistic. 

He growled in annoyance and turned around to face me leaning down and getting in my face a bit, which had me flinching backwards. “There is no way we are going to find a safe zone in under an hour especially not by ourselves. We have no supplies, No extra equipment and we are going to run out of ammunition real fast on a level like this. So realistically there’s a large probability we won’t make it through the night. However our odds will be a lot higher if you shut up and follow my lead since I’m the only one here who knows what they’re doing!” 

I swallowed thickly his anger hitting me hard. I was scared enough as it is and I knew that some of his anger was his own fear talking but him lashing out was not going to help me stay calm. “Well if I’m such a problem why bother protecting me at all? Why not just leave me here to die and go save yourself if I’m that incompetent!” I shouted at him out of hurt and frustration. 

The anger on his face shifted to a look of deep pain and hurt before he composed his features into a stony mask once more, “ Follow me or don’t but we’re wasting time. We need to try and find somewhere somewhat safe to wait out the night until we can find the safe zone in the morning.”

 He adjusted his gun in his arms and started walking off quickly without looking back. 

I was mad at myself for my childish outburst and the fact that it had clearly hurt him. We had been finally starting to get along this morning, yet things went sour so fast. I suppose that was the purpose of the maze. I followed him as closely as I could as we twisted and turned through the maze. There were no screams on this level since no other people were around but there were mechanical clicking noises and the grinding of gears as well as some more ominous bestial sounds. 

Finally after a full half hour of walking Leo paused at a dead end and turned toward me, “What do you have in your inventory?” 

“I uh… let me see.” I checked back through my inventory quickly and relayed what it contained, “I’ve got a auto refilling canteen, a food supplier, a bed roll, a grappling hook, a highlighter stick, a bunch of coin from the boss monster and my weapons obviously.”

“Of course otherworlders get all the good supplies. Figures.” He huffed and shook his head, “Give me the grappling hook. I’ve got an idea.” I obliged and handed him my grappling hook. 

He took a few steps back surveying the high wall of the maze. He swung the hook in circles and released it the heavy metal flying up and amazingly catching onto groove in the wall that I couldn’t even see. Leo tugged the rope to make sure it was secure and then tied it around my waist. 

“What are you…”

“I’m going to climb up to the top and the hoist you up. Unless you would prefer to stay down here and be monster food.” 

“How do you know there aren’t monsters that can climb up there?” 

“I don’t but it’s certainly a safer bet than staying down here where I know they can get to us.” He said with a slightly annoyed look. 

Before I could come up with a smart-ass response he had grabbed the rope and was tugging himself up the rope. I found myself admiring his arms as he climbed, not in a dang that boy’s fine kind of way more in a I wish I had that kind of upper body strength kind of way. Although one definitely could not say he didn’t have nice arms. In a matter of minutes he had pulled himself to the top. 

He looked down and breathing heavily, reaching for the rope to start pulling me up. “Hey wait! You’re exhausted let me try climbing it on my own first.” I called up to him. 

“Alright then. Shout if you need help.” He said disappearing out of view again, which made me feel a little less self-conscious about my skill level.

 I untied the rope from my waist so that I could clamp my feet onto the extra bit like Leo had and I reached up to grab the rope with my hands. Slowly I started inching my way up the rope. A couple times my feet slipped and I had to start over but once I got the hang of how to position myself it became a little easier. Only a third of the way up my hands were sore from the texture of the rope and my arms and legs ached with the strain. I kept reminding myself how close I was and felt determined not to have Leo help me.

 I had just hit the halfway point when I heard a clicking metal grinding noise followed by a high pitch whining noise that grated on my ears. I looked down and froze in fear halfway up the rope as a creature that looked like a tiger and praying mantis had a cyborg alien baby entered the hall of the maze below me. I couldn’t call for Leo or I would attract attention. My only option was to get to the top and pray it didn’t see or hear me before I made it. Straining and stretching I continued up the rope as quietly as I could.  

I was almost at the top when the thing let out another cry this one sounding like a warning cry and it started racing at me with its metal legs scraping the smooth maze floor below it.

“Leo!” I cried and looked up but he was already there reaching his hand down the last few feet to grab me. 

The thing leapt and made it two thirds of the way up the wall it’s razor arms slashing at me. I screamed and kicked at it, which was stupid since it looked like it was made of razor blades. I gave a sharp cry of pain as a cut blossomed on my leg. 

“Hana focus! Grab my hand! Quick before it jumps again!” Leo cried to me a hue of desperation in his voice. I girt my teeth ignoring the tears of pain in my eyes and reached for his hand. He grunted and hauled me up hard the rest of the way falling backward with the effort of getting me over the edge of the wall. Thankfully the wall was wide enough that we didn’t topple over the opposite side. I fell on top of him both of us breathing heavy. 

The moment of pause only lasting a second as I rolled off of him grabbed my gun and angrily shot down at the tiger bug thing screaming at in frustration and feeling very satisfied when it exploded into goo. I didn’t realize I was still shooting at it until Leo put his hand on my shoulder. 

“Hana it’s dead stop. Hana you’re wasting amo. Hana!” finally he shook me a bit and I stopped dropping my gun on the wall next to me, quiet tears streaming from my eyes as I tried to wipe them away. I saw Leo’s expression soften at the sight of my tears.

 He pulled some bandages from his inventory along with some ointment, “Let me see that leg.”  I had kind of forgotten my injury until he mentioned it but once I was aware of it again the pain came back pretty strong. It felt like a paper cut that was just deep enough to be a pain and went all the way up the side of my left calf. I readjusted so that my leg was lying across his lap. 

He pulled out a knife and cut off my pant leg. “Aw darn and those were my favorite pants too,” I joked my voice oozing in sarcasm. 

A slight snort slipped from his lips and I caught the hint of a smile as he focused on his task.

 “I’m sorry was that a laugh I just heard? Did I see you smile? The stoic warrior Leo finally cracks a smile. Wow I feel so successful right now.” I said grinning as I teased him. 

He gave me a slightly exasperated look but I could tell he was still amused. “This will sting a bit but it’ll stop the bleeding and make sure it doesn’t get infected.” he warned as he put some of the ointment on my leg. 

I hissed as the cut burned and sizzled where the ointment touched it but I focused on Leo’s gentle fingers wrapping the bandage over the wound and that helped distract me from the sting.

 “Well I think we’re pretty much stuck here for the night with your leg like that plus this is as safe as anywhere else I suppose. You should get out your camp supplies and get some rest I’ll take first watch. I’ll wake you up when it’s your turn.” 

A comfortable silence came between us for a moment and we both looked out over the maze. Leo’s eyes traced the walls watching their patterns and probably looking for the buildings that were the safe zones.

“The louder grinding noises we’ve been hearing are the walls moving. That must be one of the ways the levels get harder from here on out is that the maze itself changes each night. It’s going to make navigating these levels a lot harder, which makes sense. The wardens don’t really want us teaming up and organizing anyway but the also can’t do too much to stop that.”

I listened to his ramblings absorbing the information but also not in a place where I felt like talking more about the mechanics of the labyrinth and the game. I’d been in survival mode long enough for one day. 

“Leo…” 

“Yeah?”

 “I really am sorry I got you stuck in here alone with me. I should have been more careful. I feel so guilty, you having to watch out for me all the time.”

“Well if it makes you feel better you aren’t completely useless, you learn quick and you have good instincts,” He replied with a hint of a smile on his lips. I perked up a bit at his compliments, feeling a bit better about myself for once. 

“Also I owe you an apology too. I’ve been especially hard on you because you’re an otherworlder and while it’s true that you have less knowledge about the labyrinth then those of us who get put in here as criminals of war, it doesn’t make you useless. I also have been unfairly associating you with some of my own emotional baggage,” He said as he took my hands and put some of the ointment on the rope burns there.

 “Thank you for that,” I whispered softly, grateful that he was starting to open up to me a bit, “You’re talking about the last otherworlder right? Did you… did you really kill them?” I asked hesitantly. 

Leo didn’t seem like a cold-blooded murder so I had to assume if he did kill the last gamer to come in here then he had a reason. Though I was rather shocked the company would let someone else in here after a death occurred. 

“Yes and no…it’s complicated and a long story. You need to rest. You do have a right to know Hana and I promise I’ll tell you about it. Tomorrow once we make it to the safe zone then I’ll answer any questions you have no holds barred alright? For tonight though you need to rest. Tomorrow is going to be a tough day.”

With that I nodded, got out my bed roll and laid down closing my eyes to try and get some much needed rest.  ~Admin Chu <3 

[allthephils]

Repose

Chapter 8

I will likely post the next chapter very soon! Thanks for reading!

Word count: 3068 Rating M (language, sleeping beauty au)

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The sun was low in the sky when Phil finally left Dan’s side. He gave Adrian a hug goodbye and a promise to see him tomorrow. This time, when Phil got in the car, he was surprised to see Dennis at the wheel. “Oh. Hi. I thought you were working the door.”

Dennis eyed Phil in the rear view mirror. “Working the door? I’m not a bouncer, mate.”

“I know that Dennis, that’s not what I meant. Just, I trust you with his life, that’s all.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I left someone I trust at my post.”

It was strange talking to Dennis again. He knew more about Phil and Dan than anyone. He was witness to their love story and to their undoing. He looked the other way on more than one occasion so that Dan could just be an 18 year old man, so that he could fall in love. Gratitude brought tears to Phil’s eyes, taking him completely by surprise. Exhaustion, both physical and emotional, had left him raw and sensitive.

“Dennis, I’m glad you’re here. I wanted to thank you. For letting me in yesterday. It really means the world to me and it looks like it might really make a difference to Dan too.”

Dennis stayed focused on the road. “Well, it’s not like you gave me much of a choice, Phil.”

“Yeah, sorry about all that. But I know full well that you could have tackled me to the ground or had me arrested, or like, thrown in the dungeon or something.”

It’s a miracle the glass didn’t shatter for the look Dennis gave Phil in the mirror. They were quiet until they neared Phil’s apartment.

“8am tomorrow.” Dennis said authoritatively.

Phil winced. “Um, actually Dennis. I don’t really do 8am. I need to be rested and emotionally prepared when I see Dan so let’s say noon. Ok?”

Dennis got out and opened Phil’s door. “Noon then.”

Phil stood in front of Dennis and looked at his tired face. He’d aged since Phil first met him, more than 5 years worth and it occurred to Phil that this must be really hard for Dennis too.

“Dennis, this is so scary, for all of us. If you ever need anyone to talk to… I mean, are you doing ok?”

Dennis patted Phil hard on the shoulder, it seemed like a pretty important gesture though Phil wasn’t quite sure what it meant. He didn’t say another word, just got in the car and drove away.

Phil plopped onto the sofa exhausted and pulled his phone out. He turned it on, he couldn’t remember the last time his phone had been all the way off. This is how it would be now, disconnected. He didn’t know how many days he’d be spending just hanging out with Dan but he’d already resigned himself to this new life for the foreseeable future. Everyday he’d be with Dan and every night, he’d come back here and try to keep his life running. If he filmed something tonight, he could edit tomorrow night. Get it out of the way so he could forget about it for a few days. He opened Twitter, hoping for inspiration but that’s not what he found. His feed brimmed with speculation about why the royals had stopped letting people in to try and wake Dan. Most believed the protests had been successful, but there were other theories too. Maybe they had found her, the woman Dan would marry, maybe he’d gotten better, maybe he’d gotten worse, and in one small corner of Twitter, maybe #Phaniel was the reason. The video of Phil defending his right to see Dan was everywhere. #Phaniel was still trending. Reluctantly, Phil clicked on one of many video links.

You could clearly hear him use the word homophobia, just before he threatened to sick his fans on the castle. Shit. You could also hear Dennis call Phil by name and say you know I can’t let you in. It was pretty obvious Phil wasn’t a stranger to Dan. And now, thousands of tweets asking Phil what had happened had been ignored all day. It was only one day but that was enough to produce Phaniel videos cutting together footage of Dan and Phil against music about star-crossed lovers, destiny, and dreaming. Photoshopped images of the two of them sent Phil’s heart reeling. They were too close to home, too true. He wished his fans were just a little less savvy. He felt nauseous. The only thing he hated more than being tangled up in politics was having his personal life exposed. Panic began to set in and Phil had to make a conscious effort to steady his breath. His heart beat loud in his ears. Could he ignore this? Deny it? He could say he was on the Isle of Man, he usually turned his phone off when he went there. That wouldn’t satisfy his fans though and he knew that. They wanted an explanation for the video, they weren’t going to fall for a lie. His phone felt like a grenade in his hand and he had no idea how to put the pin back. It vibrated and he jumped, his nerves completely shot after two days of emotional exhaustion.

Louise: How are you holding up?

Louise, thank god.

Phil: Not great. What are you doing right now?

Louise: Headed home to put Darcy to bed but Liam can do that. You want some company?

Phil: God yes.

Louise: 20 minutes

Louise didn’t hand out hugs to just anyone. She hated being touched for the most part but Phil had always been the exception. She let herself into the apartment, of course she had a key, and walked toward Phil with open arms. He stood and let his best friend hold him tight.

“Seeing you three days in a row is quite a treat, Philip,” Louise cooed, “I just wish the circumstances were a bit lighter.”

The doorbell buzzed. “I ordered us pizza. I’ll get it.” Louise ran downstairs.

Phil went to the kitchen for all the necessary things and came back to Louise opening the box.

“That smells amazing. Louise, you truly are the best best friend.” He kissed her cheek and grabbed a slice, feeling his anxiety start to dissipate.

Knowing he didn’t have to explain what was going on was incredibly comforting. Louise had certainly kept up on the drama all day. She’d likely been asked her share of invasive questions about Phil and she had definitely deflected every one of them.

“Louise, I feel like the wind has been knocked out of me.”

“I know, love.” She watched Phil’s face soften but there was still so much there. “Phil, yesterday you said that you thought you might have loved Dan...”

“Yeah, Louise, that’s a pile of crap. I loved him. I wanted to marry him, I think Dan is the love of my life.” His voice cracked just a bit and he took a bite to swallow it down before it could turn into something more.

“Ok, well this all makes more sense now. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t know. I signed an non-disclosure agreement. You already knew he'd asked me out so I just kept the details sparse I guess. Plus, you were my favorite drinking buddy then but we weren’t like we are now. We weren’t us.”

Louise frowned. “Phil, I’m so sorry. Who did you talk to? Like when you broke up. Why did you break up? Oh my god, I have so many questions.”

“I didn't talk to anyone. I couldn’t. It was awful, Lou. I’ve never felt pain like that. I just faked it, you know? And eventually I moved on.”

“Oh Philly. I hate that. I hate knowing you went through that on your own.” Louise had teared up a bit, always the empathetic one, she wiped away the one tear that escaped. “Do you feel ready to tell me about you and Dan?”

Phil was so tired, to the bone, but he’d never told anyone these stories and he needed this right now. He needed the catharsis and the understanding and the love. Louise was the only person he’d let see him like this, so open and vulnerable. Well, Louise and Dan. He told her the beginning and the end. The middle was beautiful and mundane and they didn't have time for that story right now. They laughed a lot and Phil opened a bottle of wine and they cried too. Louise volunteered to tweet in Phil’s place for a few days. Non-committal, cryptic tweets while he was at the castle with his phone confiscated. They both knew it wasn’t a solution but maybe it would hold off the mob for a few days so Phil could have some peace and figure out what to do.

Phil had kissed the most beautiful boy last night and that boy had kissed him back. All was right in the world. The day started with a sweet good morning text from Dan. That started Phil’s heart fluttering and it hadn’t stopped yet. He called his mum after that because that’s what Phil does when he’s feeling really great. He talked way too fast and laughed too easily. She asked how much coffee he’d had to drink. She asked what he wasn’t telling her and if there was a girl.

“I’m just having a good day, mum. And no, there isn’t a girl. Can’t a guy just be happy to talk to his mum?”

“Not this happy.” She had said.

He went outside because the sun was shining and it seemed appropriate for the romantic comedy montage he felt like he was living in. He had no shame about the extra spring in his step and the permanent smile plastered on his face. At the bakery, Phil giggled and blushed his way through ordering coffee and scones. Leo just grinned and said he was glad it went well. He sat outside, a rare thing for him. He wouldn’t even have minded if a follower came by. The table next to him was empty but someone had left the paper behind. Phil reached over to pick it up, warming at the memory of his first discovery of grown up Dan, looking out at him from the pages of a tabloid just like this one. He paged through, past stories of actors cheating with nannies and pop stars in rehab. This paper was seriously garbage. Just as he was about to toss it aside, the words Royal Love Story pg 9 caught Phil’s eye. Half of page 9 was taken up by a photo of Dan, clearly taken without his knowledge, in the garden at Windsor castle. Dan stood about a foot from Iris Spencer, his hand on her waist. He leaned in close to her ear. She wore a wide smile, amused by whatever Dan must be saying. God, Dan looked good. He wore slim slacks and slip on shoes with a little ankle showing. His button down shirt hugged his chest and accentuated his trim arms. Iris looked like she’d coordinated her outfit with his, she looked like garden party Barbie, totally at home in her natural environment.

Phil’s stomach lurched a bit. He knew he had no right to be jealous when he and Dan had only been on two dates. He was jealous though, mostly of the way Iris could just walk in and out of Dan’s life with so much ease, no NDAs, no bodyguards. He was, of course, also jealous of the way Dan’s hand was on her waist and the fact they were sharing something in that moment, something just for them. Rationally, he knew that the photo was out of context, that tabloids lie. That didn’t dull the sting of the words Is this the future queen? at the top of the page. It didn’t make him feel any better about the stark contrast between him and the rest of Dan’s life. Dan would be crazy to choose Phil over what he had in that photo. Maybe he’s just slumming, getting his gay side a little attention before going back to his rich girlfriend. The girl his family loved, the girl from the right kind of family. She has a penthouse and throws catered parties with stylish friends. Phil has pizza and Ribena by candlelight. Dan’s going to be king one day. He won’t be 18 year old Dan; beautiful, passionate, nerdy Dan for long. It’s bigger than them. One day, he would have a queen.

One kiss and Phil had imagined a future with Dan. But it was an amazing kiss, a beautiful kiss. And Dan had been vulnerable and sweet and open. You can’t fake that, right? A kiss like that has got to mean something. Phil wished he could call his mum back and tell her everything, get some advice, but he really couldn’t. He tried to imagine what she might say. She’d say that Dan was lucky to have met Phil and that the royal family don’t have anything on the Lesters. She’d say that if Phil was worried about that photo, he should just ask Dan about it. She’d say that Phil’s heart was very seldom wrong and he should follow it. And she’d be right, she always was, even when she was just a voice in Phil’s head.

So he followed his slightly bruised, mildly frightened, very excited heart. He picked up his phone and texted Dan.

Phil: Can I ask you something?

Phil was surprised when Dan responded right away, he figured he’d be busy working on some admirable project.

Dan: I’m an open book

Phil: How long were you with Iris Spencer?

Dan: With? I wasn't. Our parents conspired to get us together but we are just friends. I’m not interested in her

Dan: I am interested in you though

Phil felt some small measure of relief but he also had a masochistic desire to know more.

Phil: But you dated?

Dan: No, not really. My family invited her to things, functions. We do spend time together, we have all the same friends. Where is this coming from Phil?

Phil: So you never slept together?

Phil regretted it the minute he hit send. That was truly none of his business, he was being petty and jealous and immature.

Phil: Shit. Don’t answer that Dan. I’m sorry. I saw a photo in a tabloid and I spiraled

Dan: Ah. Ok. That explains a lot. We did hook up a couple times as drunk teenagers. It was exactly how those things are and it has no bearing on any thing that is happening now.

Phil: What is happening now?

Dan: Me and you are happening now

The ache in Phil chest shifted. The jealousy had turned to longing and Phil wished Dan was here so he could wrap his arms around him and chase away any remaining doubt.

Phil: Me and you

Dan: Dan and Phil

Phil: Phil and Dan

Phil: Phan

Dan: Phan! :-)

Phil: I ship it

Dan: You remember PJ?

Phil: Yes

Dan: He’s having a party tomorrow night. There will be less snogging and more video games than the last party I took you too. PJ is a big nerd. Come with me?

Phil: Yes

Dan: Yay! His house is on the beach. You are going to love it. It’s in Brighton. Is that ok?

Phil: Is it ok?

Phil: I’m not sure. Let’s review. You want me to accompany a gorgeous prince to a beach house in Brighton to play video games and eat gluten free artisan pickles?

Dan: I can’t guarantee the pickles.

Phil: Ug. What good are you if you can’t guarantee artisan pickles?

Dan: I’ll think of some way to make it up to you ;)

Phil: *fans self*

Dan: Pick you up at 5?

Phil: Ok. Come earlier if you want. I miss you.

Dan: I miss you too. See you tomorrow. Xoxo

Dan didn’t come to the door, instead he texted Phil to come down. When he climbed in, there was a basket in the center seat, a picnic basket. Dan leaned over and gave Phil a hello kiss. It was so casual, like they’d known each other for ages and this was just the way they greeted each other. Phil’s heart flipped in his chest. “What’s this?” He gestured to the basket.

Dan smiled that wide affectionate smile that Phil was starting to grow familiar with.

“Well, we’ve got at least two hours in this car and I thought it might be nice to have a picnic.”

He opened the basket and pulled out 2 checkered napkins, handing one to Phil. There were tiny sandwiches wrapped in parchment paper and tied with string. Dan pointed at each one and explained what was inside, scrunching his nose in disbelief when Phil said he didn’t like cheese. They ate and laughed about Phil’s picky taste in food and how pizza was the exception to every rule. Dan handed Phil a glass and pulled out a tiny bottle of champagne. There were strawberries and pears drizzled with dark chocolate for dessert.

“Is this legal? The champagne? In the car?” Phil asked.

“Strictly speaking? No. But I think we’re good.” Dan moved the basket over his lap so he was sitting next to Phil.

“Buckle your seat belt, Dan.” Phil gave Dan a quick peck on the cheek, eyes darting toward the front seat to see if Dennis was looking.

“Ok, mum.” Dan put a strawberry to Phil’s lips. “Don’t worry, Dennis won’t peek. He promised.”

Phil bit into the berry, letting the flavors spread over his tongue, imagining how it would taste to kiss Dan after this. “You are so romantic. I’ve never had anyone do something like this for me. How are you only 18?”

“I had to do something to thank you for the other night. Plus, I might have a chef at home who helped me put this together.” Dan popped the rest of the strawberry into his mouth.

They drank champagne and fed each other fruit, sharing sweet chaste kisses between bites. It was absurdly cliche and absolutely perfect. Phil thought, this is it, this is what it’s like to date a prince.

[yoiotdfics]

Fic Recs for March 2017

birthday surprise by  suga

Summary:

other than his grandpa, there was only one other person yuri wanted to hear from on his birthday.

Fall Where They May by  flammablehat

Summary:

Viktor has a special talent for magically normalizing every strange thing he does.

all of rome by basilique

Summary:

Right after their wedding, Yuuri and Viktor go on Honeymoon to Rome. They decided to splurge on a visit to an all-male bath house, because why not? And when it turns out to be something of a venue for sexual exhibitionism, why not join the fun? When in Rome…

Kings in Couture by slightlied

Summary:

a devil wears prada au in which victor is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, yuuri’s his new secretary, and instead of talking about his feelings, victor just sends him on a bunch of errands

The Calm Before A Storm by  iamthefacebehindthemask

Summary:

Early mornings had become Victor’s least favorite time of the day.

Emordnilap by  Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom)

Summary:

27-year old, five-time consecutive gold medalist Yuuri Katsuki is planning on retiring after his disgraceful performance at the Sochi Grand Prix FInal.

Victor Nikiforov is a better skater than him (the skating community says otherwise, but what do they know?) and therefore it does NOT make sense for him to show up in the onsen and declare that he’s going to be Yuuri’s student.

Imagery by  Cesare

Summary:

Because Yuuri is never, ever lucky, of course Victor finds his poster stash.

This Tastes Fishy by  otapocalypse

Summary:

Yuuri is comforted by his best friend

Making History by Moonlight: Bishounen Senshi Skater Moon!!! by  virdant

Summary:

Yuuri moves to St. Petersburg, ugly tie in hand, prepared to make history and fight evil.

Do your research by  classicpleistocene

Summary:

After World Championship, Michele and Emil take a week off together to be cuddly boyfriends and discover each others’ secrets.

i’m just going to the store by  bosbie

Summary:

Accidental masked vigilante Victor Nikiforov.

Or: how Victor’s impulsiveness backfires and creates one of the greatest living internet memes to ever come out of Russia.

see myself through someone else by  maydei

Summary:

Victor is a mermaid that washes up on the Atlantic Coast amidst a strong tide. When taking refuge up a small sound, he meets an artist under a bridge.

trust me, he’ll say yes by  JkWriter

Summary:

phichit was used to getting calls all hours of the day from the other skaters. he wanted to get those calls because he loved meddling in the love lives of his friends.

Getting the Words Right by Lazchan

Summary:

Viktor is out of town and Yuuri is left alone with Team Russia

between every breath that makes you whole and mine by incode

Summary:

Yuuri wakes up feeling… not so hot.

Victor will help. Victor really, really wants to help.

(Victor hums thoughtfully, and then he disappears into the closet for a moment. When he returns, he thrusts a bundle of fabric into Yuuri’s chest.

Yuuri’s eyes go wide as he looks it over - his Team Japan jacket.)

crust and sugar over by  ShanaStoryteller

Summary:

Katsuki sits cross-legged, clearly in no hurry to go anywhere. “What’s your name? I’m –”

“I know who you are,” he cuts him off, then blushes, then hates himself for both those things. Katsuki looks surprised, and Yuri can’t think as to why. He’s a nationally ranked figure skater. He’s Yuri’s favorite figure skater.

~

Yuuri and Yuri become friends and Viktor develops a crush.

a pinprick of light by Crollalanza

Summary:

‘It’s as if all the flamboyance and fun has been used up on the ice. And now we become the grey people,’ Victor had warned Mila before her first Grand Prix banquet.

He’d not exaggerated, and the only social skills Mila was learning was how to stifle yawns before she could make a getaway.

Then Katsuki Yuuri drank a vat of champagne, and colour exploded into all their lives.

But it’s up to Mila and Sara to salvage his reputation when the events of the banquet threaten to go viral.

open up your eyes (breathe easy) by ashleypender

Summary:

Viktor loves to touch his Yuuri.

Sweet Spots by  Crazy_Gaze

Summary:

“But don’t get too comfortable. ‘Cause he’ll make you wait for it.” Phichit grumbles. “And if you don’t, next thing you know, you’re tied up, can’t move, and then he’ll laugh at you, Victor.”

Victor looks far from opposed to the idea though. “Oh…” He says, a little starstruck. “I might not be too opposed to that.”

(In which Victor and Phichit don’t really talk about Detroit but about Yuuri instead.)

To what should i compare thee with fine ass?by wepreachelectric

Summary:

a simple, Shakespearien Sonnet about chris giacometti and his fine fine ass

resting pulse by cafecliche

For something all in his head, it can be brutally physical when it wants to be. But he’s an athlete - he knows how to listen to his body, categorize and interpret its signals. It doesn’t really follow that the smallest twinge in his knee could mean a very bad season at the same time full-blown palpitations mean it’s a day that ends in Y. But bodies are weird.

Victor, though. Victor is a stress test brought to life.

(Or: a story in heartbeats.)

Silver, Skype, Seduction by  Laikin394

Summary:

Victor gives a great show. Especially, if Yuuri is the only viewer. or That one time where Victor and Yuuri are separated by different competitions and they make up for the lost time. AKA I wanted Victuuri Skype sex, let’s not pretend there’s plot in this.

a love that refuses to be silenced by wartransmission

Summary:

A year into being officially (and he doesn’t count what happened in Barcelona, because really, Viktor?) engaged and capable of sleeping with Viktor on the same bed without combusting into embarrassed flames, Yuuri learns something about his favorite skater and now-fiancé.

The Five Languages of Viktor Nikiforovby  athoroughlybakedpotato (acommontater)

Summary:

Language is not only how you understand other people, but how you learn to understand yourself.

a new day by  aquamarine_nebula

Summary:

There were three lies Viktor’s mind tried to convince him regarding his relationship with Yuuri.

First: Yuuri understood each and every one of his actions, so he had nothing to explain. Second: Yuuri was too good for him. Third: he loved Yuuri much more than Yuuri loved him.

(He was wrong about this.)

Flip, Sip, or Strip! bycutthroatpixie

Five times Yuuri totally owned at a college drinking game

(the plus one time he didn’t own at something is implied)

Figure Skators vs. Watermelon by Redawilo

Summary:

Two Russians, a Kazakhstani, and a Japanese man decide to spend a hot afternoon on a beach trying to hit a watermelon with a stick. Pure silliness ensues.

Skating Out Your Emotions by Lazchan

Summary:

Yuri is starting to wonder if he’s reading too much into Yuuri when he’s notskating, but the longer he stays in Russia, the more he notices the differences off and on the ice.

Have we got contact? by  Crollalanza

Summary:

Seung-gil hadn’t been at all sure he’d watch the competition. What he’d do instead was practise and look after his dog, catching up on the highlights later because they were the only thing that could possible be useful. But then Sara Crispino texts him, and instead of ignoring her, he finds himself drawn into the excitement of the Grand Prix Final.

And it’s not long before everyone else starts messaging.

Champagne, Vodka, and Other Spirits by  Dawn on ICE (Dawn_Blossom)

Summary:

Victor Nikiforov wouldn’t mind being dead if only the real estate agency would stop trying to sell his house.

the fall of this empire will be loud by  elesssar

Summary:

In 1991, the Soviet Union collapses. In 1989, the Berlin wall falls. In 1987, Viktor Nikiforov, iconic figure skater and darling of the USSR, defects to the United States. In 1986, Yuuri Katsuki falls in love.

Even My Feet Smile For You by ineptshieldmaid

It’s because of this - this tendency of Viktor’s to be all limbs, always moving, even when he’s relaxed - that the thing with the feet happens. Not the thing with Yuri’s feet: that happens a lot, because Viktor is not subtle in his interests and Yuri is not the kind of man to pass up on leverage like that. No, this is the thing with Viktor’s feet. The one that leads to Yuri’s most widely-screencapped and circulated instagram post ever, and also Viktor’s most infamous profile picture.

Maybe He’s Born With It (Maybe It’s Phichit) by  mousapelli

Summary:

Phichit altruistically saves Yuri from the melodramatic makeup tendencies of his fellow Russians.

Yuuri Enchanted by  the__magpie

Summary:

At birth, Yuuri Katsuki was given the gift of obedience, although he quickly learns as he grows up that it is a curse. He has to obey any command given to him, even if it puts him or others in danger. Too afraid to face the terrifying outside world, Yuuri stays in his home town of Hasetsu, until a chance encounter with Prince Victor urges him to venture outside of his safe bubble. Determined to break his curse, Yuuri begins on an adventure involving fairies, ogres, true love, and courage he never knew he had.

The Year of King JJ by  WithBroomBefore

Summary:

Yuri acknowledged, at some point, that JJ wasn’t objectively the worst person who had ever existed.

Friends First by  EternalWhiteRose

Summary:

Otabek tells his coach that he wants to retire, but of course, news travels fast. Specifically, to the other side of the country. More specifically, to America and Canada.

OR; JJ and Leo visit Otabek unannounced.

[jackswimmermann]

You Know I Was Down For You...Chap. 6

Fandom: Check, Please! Pairing: Adam “Holster” Birkholtz/Justin “Ransom” Oluransi Rating: T Note: The second part of chapter five really. Warning for a mention of blood.

“I mean, we won. And I didn’t start the fight. Plus, nobody died, so pretty good.”

“When was the last time someone died playing hockey?”

“1968.”

Justin shook his head. “Of course, you knew that.”

AO3: x

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Justin traveled to the arena with the Birkholtz clan, but they were separated in the crowds as Justin kept an eye out for Samwell crew. There was easily another hour before puck drop, but the crowds were thick, the arena deafening between the music, vendors, and the sheer number of people trying to move around in the limited space. The Falconers’s popularity had definitely risen in the last year or so. But as an expansion team making it as far as they did in the playoffs the year before, he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised.

He spotted Lardo first, considering she was perched on Shitty’s shoulders and therefore towering over the crowd. The Frogs, all of them, and Bitty were with them. Nursey and Lardo were deep into a conversation he didn’t bother trying to decipher from that distance. And if the expression on Dex’s face was anything to go by, Tango came equipped with his usual arsenal of questions. Meanwhile, Chowder looked ready to vibrate right out of his skin, though he was the first one to notice Justin as he made his way towards them.

“Rans!” Chowder’s exclamation altered everyone else to his presence and the group welcomed him into the fold with high fives, fist bumps, and slaps on the back.

Lardo slipped off of Shitty’s shoulders when security started eyeing their group, and they seemed to take that as a sign to head in. Walking through the stadium seats was just as amazing as it was the first time. Sure, he had been to NHL games before, and had been playing hockey most of his life-but watching the Falconers play was different. He knew this team; Jack did his best to merge his Samwell life and Falconer life. And now…

“Holster!”

The players weren’t on the ice just yet, but the line-up was playing across the jumbotron above the rink. And there he was. Adam Birkholtz. Rookie Defenseman. #4.

“Do his teeth look even larger in that picture than normal?”

Justin, and a number of the Samwell crew, sputtered out a surprised laugh as Holster’s sister sidled up beside them. Justin looked around to find the rest of the Brikholtz family not far behind.

“Maragret, don’t talk about your brother like that.” Katherine scolded, though it sounded as if she was saying in more because she thought she should, rather than actually caring that Margaret had said it. The sixteen-year-old shrugged off her step-mother’s scolding.

“They totally do.” Justin agreed in a conspiratorial whisper.

“This is why you’re my favorite.” Margaret told him through her giggles.

Holster’s family had met the team when they came down for graduation, but Justin ran through the introductions again, just in case. With the “adults” distracted by names and small talk, it was Holster’s youngest sister, Savannah, that finally noticed the team making their way out onto the ice. If they had thought the stadium itself was loud, nothing quite compared to an eight-year-old screaming “Adam” across the ice rink.

Well, it got his attention.

Grinning, Holster skated towards them. Savannah took off, down the stairs to the ice, pig tails flying behind her.

Justin kind of wished he could do the same thing.

It was different seeing him in the Falconer blue, instead of Samwell red, but he looked good. Like he belonged there on the ice. Justin hadn’t really thought he would go pro after college, med school had been the plan since he was in high school, but it was odd to see Holster strapped up and ready for a game, and not be by his side.

Well, something to overanalyze later. For now,

“Yeah, Birkholtz!”

_X_

The game started with a foul less than three minutes in and two fights. Both teams were playing like they had something to prove and their opponent was the last thing standing in their way. Holster didn’t get much ice time in the first period, just as he predicted, but Jack was out there playing hard, and getting slammed into the boards even harder. If he got checked again, Justin was pretty sure Bitty would do something drastic.

Shitty shouted down insults that, Justin was fairly certain, were only as mild as they were for Savannah’s sake. The rest of the Samwell crew wasn’t far behind him.

Halfway through the second period, neither team was on the board, and then Holster was sent out. Their row cheered as he skated out, earning themselves glares from the surrounding seats, but Justin could feel his pulse sky rocket as he watched his best friend join the brutal game. Margaret grabbed his right hand, eyes trained on Holster. Justin squeezed her hand back, and settled in for one of the most stressful nine minutes and thirty-four seconds he could ever remember.

_X_ 

By the final period, the fact that someone hadn’t drawn blood in the game was a complete miracle. The tension was palpable. The opposing center flew down the ice with the puck, Jack and Robison hot on his tail. Just as they closed in on him, he took a wild shot.

After that, everything seemed to happen at once.

Holster dove to block the shot. Their left-wing dove after him. A helmet hit the ice. Snowy caught the puck.

Snowy caught the puck.

Holster’s helmet hit the ice.

Between the two teams, and their position, they couldn’t see much. But that didn’t stop Justin from jumping to his feet in attempt to know what was happening. By the time the refs pulled the brawling players apart, everyone around him was on their feet as well.

Holster was on his feet, but blood was dripping down the front of his sweater and was smeared across most of his face. Others were in similar shape, but Justin couldn’t take his eyes off Holster as they escorted him off the ice.

As if he could feel the eyes on him, Holster turned towards their row. He waved, throwing them a reassuring smile. It might have been more effective if two of his teeth weren’t missing.

“Oh, what the fuck?” Shitty swore a few seats down.

He couldn’t have said it better himself.

_X_ 

The rest of the game passed in a blur Justin couldn’t follow. Holster never returned to the ice and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. What was happening? Was he alright? Could that have gone differently if Justin had been down there on the ice with him? He knew it was a useless train of thought, but that didn’t seem to stop that particular anxiety from popping up with frustrating frequency.

The only part of the game he seemed to register was when Tater slammed the guy who knocked Holster down like the big guy was trying to flatten him-Thank God for Alexei Mashkov-but when Jack sunk the winning puck into the net, he was on his feet screaming himself hoarse with the rest of them.

An insistent tugging on his hand dragged his attention away from the celebrating team on the ice. Margaret nodded towards her family as Katherine shoved her way through the crowded rows.

“C’mon, we’re gonna go see him.”

_X_ 

“Maybe we should stay longer.”

Justin sat at Holster’s kitchen table, watching Katherine pace around the apartment. The girls all sat on the couch. They had been watching their mother, trying to convince her otherwise, but had since given up. Savannah was asleep on Margaret’s lap. She had wanted to go lie down with Holster, but Katherine had been worried about disturbing him.

Holster’s step-father, Leo, sat beside Justin. He had put forth a valiant effort as well, but was losing steam.

“I’m going to be here, at least for a few more days.” Justin reminded her. Technically he had a lab on Monday, but not until the afternoon. “And Jack already offered to check up on Adam, or stay with him once we leave if he still doesn’t seem a hundred percent.”

Katherine chewed on her bottom lip uncertainly.

“C’mon, Ma. Justin can take care of him for a couple of days. He’s a med-student isn’t he?” Margaret chimed in. “And if we all leave without you, you’ll have to take the train back and you hate the train.”

“It’s not his first concussion, Kathy. I’m sure he’ll be fine.” Leo added softly. Justin winced.

“That’s not really comforting, Leo.” Elizabeth muttered.

Katherine sat down at the table as well, resting her head in her hands.

“You’ll take care of him, right, Justin?”

“Of course.”

She nodded, though she looked extremely unhappy to be doing so. “We’ll just be in Boston for the night, with Leo’s parents, so if anything happens,”

“You’ll be the first to know.”

It took another hour and half for the whole family to be packed up and ready to go, but in the end they did actually leave. Once the apartment was empty, Justin headed towards Holster’s room. The blond laid spread eagle on his bed, in the dark, but Justin could tell right away that he was still awake.

“They actually left?” He asked.

“It was a little touch and go there for a while with your mom but they wore her down.”

“Mm.”

Justin sat on the side of the bed but after a moment Holster shifted to make space for him and he climbed fully onto the bed.

“You doin’ okay, bro?”

Holster gave a slight nod. “It hurts, but I don’t even think it’s the worse headache I’ve had, honestly.”

“Hangover after freshman year epikegster?”

Holster laughed, though it ended in a grimace. “Holy shit yeah. That was definitely the worst.”

“So, not quite as ‘great’ as we predicted.” Justin mused as they laid in the dark. He felt more than saw Holster’s shrug.

“I mean, we won. And I didn’t start the fight. Plus, nobody died, so pretty good.”

“When was the last time someone died playing hockey?”

“1968.”

Justin shook his head. “Of course, you knew that.”

Holster grinned, showing off the dark gap in his teeth. Despite himself, Justin smiled too. He held up a fist. Holster’s fist knocked soundly against his own.

“Good game, bro.”

[tmntreasures]

We have to break up... (Leonardo)

Prompt:    It was an unfortunate circumstance, but it was simply inevitable. College was pricey in New York and takes a long time to complete, especially for what you wanted to go for. But there was a small glimmer of hope; there was a community college in your home town that cut the completion time in half and was still accredited. 

   There was just one problem: your hometown was six states away.

   This unfortunately made the possibility of a long distance relationship an impossible option. Although you would be living with family, you felt like you had an obligation to contribute to the household and would be working during your summer and holiday breaks; and of course the turtles couldn't just hop on a plane to see you either, especially with your college being so far away. There wouldn't even be anytime for the two of you to communicate online either; there was the time zone difference to worry about, plus the turtle's patrols were always irregular and hard to schedule around, especially if they happened to run into a Foot patrol. Then there was the possibility of enemies finding out where you were. If they were to hack into one of your e-mails and find out where you were currently living, there would be no way the turtles could come save you. You would be putting yourself and your family in danger. There was no other option...

   You had to break up.

Leonardo:

   “There's just no way it could work out,” you mumbled after the two of you had weighed the options.

   Leo sat there with a thoughtful look. His hands were pressed against his mouth and his eyes darted about the room, his mind clearly busy.        He knew this was your passion. Anytime you worked on it during your down time he would try to watch, completely fascinated by the craft and proud of how hard you worked on it. It was clear you would put your heart and soul into every project you started, which was what he admired about you. If you were to somehow lose that spark or even grow to resent him if he convinced you to stay, then he could never forgive himself. It was one of the hardest decisions he had to make, but as a leader he did not have the luxury of being selfish. He refused to be the one to hold you back.       “If this is what you really want,” Leo finally spoke. His voice was slow and serious, as if he was still trying to convince himself this was a good idea.    You frowned, thinking he had more to say. “Leo, are you okay?” Your fingers grazed the textured skin of his arm. His head nodded, his eyes focused on the wall across the room. He couldn't risk looking at you yet in fear that the wrong words would leap from his mouth.

   “Yeah.” It was almost a whisper. He turned to look at you with a small smile on his face. “If this is what you want to do, then I'm happy for you.” He nodded again, trying to convince himself it was the right thing to do. “You're going to do great.”

   It was enough to deceive you at least. Relief filled your body and a weight seemed to be lifted off your shoulders. A smiled tugged at the corners of your lips as your eyes began to feel misty. “Thank you Leonardo.” You stretched and gave him a kiss on the cheek.         For a moment you could have sworn he pulled away ever so slightly. The thought was quickly dismissed when his large hand patted your back. “C'mon, let's see if Donnie can stream a movie for us,” he stood quickly, but you hardly noticed.

   He was handling it better than you would have expected. You thought for sure he would try to fight you on it; of course you were still grateful you didn't have to. It was a very mature decision for him to make, but perhaps that was just his years of leadership taking over. You smiled at the thought, happy that he was growing more into the role given to him. Soon you followed after him, ready to spend as much time as you could with him before the impending move.        “Hey Donatello,” Leonard caught his brother's attention. “You know any good sites for streaming?”        For a moment the purple-wearing turtle hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. Sure Leo,” he turned back to the keyboard and in a matter of seconds had a list of movies and shows. Your eyes lit up at the number of titles that it felt overwhelming. 

   You winced a little and looked over at the blue-eyed turtle. “What do you wanna watch?” 

   His crossed arms shrugged. “Eh, you pick.”

   “You sure?” Sometimes the two of you had very different tastes in movies and you wanted to make sure he would at least enjoy himself.

   “Yeah. Besides, we gotta celebrate somehow right?”        The smile on his face reassured you and you turned your attention back to the monitor.        There was a tap at Leonardo's arm, drawing his attention away from you. Donatello gestured for him to follow as he spoke, “Hey Leo, can I talk to you for a sec about some Foot activity I found earlier?”        The katana-wielding mutant nodded quickly, uncrossing his arms as he followed his brother into the other room. “What'd you find?” he asked as soon as the lean turtle stopped.        “Hm? Oh nothing,” Donatello admitted. “What's wrong?” He asked quickly before his older brother and leader had a chance to speak.        The question caught Leonardo off guard and his hesitation betrayed him. “Nothing's wrong Donnie. Why would you think something's wrong?”        “Well, you called me 'Donatello' for starters.”         Leonardo cringed and rubbed the back of his neck. He saved his brothers' full names for serious situations. Already he was doing an awful job of hiding his discomfort.

   “So?” Donatello pressed. “You wanna talk about it?”

   An aggravated sigh came out of Leonardo as he leaned against the wall. Of course he did not want to talk about it; who would ever want to talk about something like this? But the cat was already out of the bag, and he would have to tell the others about it sooner or later. Better it be Donatello to know first than the other two.

   He tried to paraphrase it, but unfortunately Donatello kept asking questions. He shot down every single option, reassuring his brother that the two of you had already discussed it all. In the end, the two turtles were slumped against the wall; Leonardo was seething and Donatello was still trying to think of something.

   “Hmm...I could make a firewall for her computer? Make it harder for the Foot to trace anything?” The purple-clad ninja offered.

   “And put family in danger instead?” Leonardo shook his head. “That's not fair, Donnie.”

   The glasses on Donatello's face slid down ever so slightly when he furrowed his brow. “There has to be someway--”

   “Donnie!” Leonardo's stern tone stopped him mid-thought. “It's okay,” he squeezed his brother's shoulder and forced his lips to smile.

   “Hey Leo!” You called out from the other room. You had a movie picked out for a while but you did not want to disturb their conversation if it was about the Foot. However, it had been taking a long time and the brothers did have a tendency to get sidetracked. “I found a good one! You comin'?”

   “One sec!” He hollered and quickly returned his attention to Donatello. “Don't try anything.”

   “But Leo--”

   “This is what’s best, Donatello,” He stated firmly before his eyes drifted to the floor. “I'm not gonna be the one to get in the way of their dreams.” Without another word he returned to you, looking exasperated but ready with a believable excuse. –    Throughout the course of a few days, Leonardo had mastered hiding his true feelings from you. He did not want you to leave. Just imagining how empty the lair would feel without you made his gut twist and joints shiver. But the way you smiled as you recollected your childhood days in your hometown made him want you to experience it again. Guilt overwhelmed him for wanting to be selfish when you gushed in excitement after you showed him the set of classes you were scheduled to take during your first semester. It was enough for him to lie through his teeth just to make sure you wouldn't second guess yourself.

   The night before you were to leave the two of you ordered your favorite pizza and watched your favorite movies in the lair. Luckily for the both of you, none of his brothers interrupted.  Eventually you nodded off to slumber.

   He stared at your sleeping form and left you there, wanting to keep you close for as long as possible. When the movie finally finished Leonardo knew this would be good-bye. Very carefully, he pushed your body off of his arm enough for him to stand. With one swift movement he picked you up and left the lair quietly. He was careful with how he stepped, not wanting to wake you. There was only a moment when you woke up, but it was so you could wrap your arms around his neck and hold on as he pushed open the manhole cover.

   The moment the two of you were on the surface you fell right back to sleep. He was thankful for that at least; it would be easier for him to leave if you stayed asleep than to have any lingering good-byes. Soon he was at your apartment and slipped inside your room through the window for the final time. Boxes were stacked on top of one another in your once decorative room. The only thing remaining was your bed, which only had a comforter and a single pillow on it. You had packed the sheets, mattress pad, and other blankets earlier, trying to have as little last-minute packing to do as possible for the morning of.

   After he had laid you down and covered you in the large blanket, he just stood in the room, staring at the blank walls and labeled boxes. He wanted to leave something, anything, of his behind in the hopes you would remember him; but it was just another thing he could not do. He knew you couldn't forget him, it would be hard to forget a giant mutant turtle after all. But he thought if he left something behind, then maybe you would abandon your school work to come back to him. As far fetched as the idea was, it was still a hope he could not afford having in his head.

   Instead he simply brushed the stray hairs out of your face and planted a kiss on your forehead before leaving. The moment he entered the lair Donatello appeared out of the shadows with a sympathetic look. Leonardo stopped and stared at his brother, feeling his heart twist. All the emotions he had pushed down were about to boil over. Thankfully, Donatello was smart enough to not say a word and watched as his brother walked quietly out of the room.

   Although you sent a final good-bye message the morning of your move, he did not read it. Instead, Leonardo buried his thoughts in the hours of training. When he couldn't train, he would patrol. When he couldn't patrol, he would keep himself busy with chores in the lair. When he couldn't do that, he would keep trying to convince himself he did the right thing for you. He was the leader and he had to be strong, for his family's sake and his own.

[prettysei-remade]

about me + would you rather (bts edition) tag

yes this is my third tag game post in like two weeks and no i’m not sorry

@bjoogie did this and tagged everyone, which means, of course, that it is physically impossible for me to not do it. i may have a bit of an obsession with these things.

about me:

name: ruby

nicknames: so many.. rib-eye, ruby tuesday, rhubarb, joe, etc.

zodiac sign: scorpio (i’m a nice one i swear)

height: ok i think i’m like 5′8″ but don’t quote me on that

ethnicity: very white. i’ve got that whole english/scottish/irish thing going on

orientation: pansexual

favorite fruits: PEACHES

favorite season: summer

favorite books: the chronicles of narnia series, the giver series, the invention of hugo cabret

favorite flower: i guess i really like white roses, but all flowers are my favorite

favorite animals: unicorns

favorite beverage: hot chocolate (or, like, a white mocha)

favorite scent: vanilla and brown sugar

favorite fictional character(s): tendou satori from haikyuu!!, dizzee kipling from the get down, otabek altin from yuri!!! on ice, leo fitz from agents of shield (i haven’t watched the show in like two years but he’s still my favorite ok)

number of blankets I sleep with: 2-ish; i have both a fuzzy throw and a comforter on my bed but sometimes i don’t sleep with the comforter

hours of sleep: 6-7, 8 on a good night

dream trip: i really want to go to either northern europe or ireland

blog created: h a i made it a little over a year ago but i only really started actually reblogging stuff in like february of this year

number of followers: 79 (most of those are bots tbh. i blog for myself. followers are just a (much appreciated) bonus)

would you rather:

- build a snowman with v OR have a snowball fight with j-hope: i wanna build a weird-looking but fashion-forward snowman with tae, that sounds like so much fun

- get coffee with suga OR ice cream with suga: ice cream with yoongi would be so great omg

- go to the cinema with jimin OR the amusement park with jungkook: LISTEN. i am terrified of heights ok. like deathly afraid. movies with jimin would be infinitely more fun for me.

- do a dance cover with j-hope OR sing a duet with jin: i would probably fail at the dance cover (even though i’m a relatively okay-ish dancer, kind of) in comparison to hobi, but i would love to sing with jin!! i think i’m a better singer than a dancer anyway, and jin’s voice is so beautiful i might cry

- kiss rap monster OR cuddle suga: HONESTLY CUDDLING WITH YOONGI SOUNDS LIKE AN AMAZING DREAM I WOULD HAVE THAT MY BRAIN WOULD WAKE ME UP IN THE MIDDLE OF AND I’D END UP CRYING MYSELF BACK TO SLEEP BECAUSE I WANT TO FINISH IT S O  B A D

- babysit with jimin OR dogsit with v: dogsitting with taehyung would be the cutest thing on the planet don’t even try to argue

- meet j-hope’s family OR have v meet your family: i want to meet hobi’s family, his sister seems so cool tbh??

- film a commercial with j-hope OR sketch with v: looking at my own art/letting people see my own art is a nightmare, plus like...have you seen hobi in all those puma commercials. being face to face with that beauty is a life goal of mine.

- hug jimin OR hold hands with jungkook: i wanna hug the koala i mean jimin bc he’s,,so cuddly i would die

- go to paris with jin OR london with suga: i have literally always wanted to go to london, yoongi would make it twice as amazing

- film a drama with jin OR do a photoshoot with rap monster: a better way of putting this is: do i want to die from embarrassing myself by trying to act, or by being mere feet away from the god of photoshoots himself? idk but i think i’d like the photoshoot pls

- attend an award show with rap monster OR wear couple t-shirts at the airport with jungkook: dude namjoon and i would get so lit at an award show, we’d be jamming so hard and it’d be such a great time omg

- spend a lazy day with suga OR explore a city with j-hope: why would you make me choose. seriously why. i can’t deal with this. but i’m picking the city with hobi bc i would probably make more fun memories and also he’s rlly cute when he’s exploring new places

- fall asleep next to jimin OR wake up next to jungkook: uhh... j...ungkook?? this is also a very difficult question and i would like to do both but jungkook is adorable when he’s sleeping so,,

- have a fun picnic with with j-hope OR a fancy date with jin: ok but a picnic with hobi would literally be the cutest thing?? so 100% that

- have jungkook serenade you OR have v sing you to sleep: taehyung’s voice is so soothing, i would loVE FOR HIM TO SING ME TO SLEEP ARE YOU KIDDING ME

- have a dance party with j-hope OR sing karaoke with suga: karaoke with yoongi would be hilarious bc we’d both do horribly on purpose and laugh at each other

- go camping with jimin and v OR go the the beach with rap monster and suga: i like the beach better, so that i guess

- have a sleep over with hyung line OR a birthday party with the maknae line: sleepover w/ the hyung line, it would either be the most lit party ever or a super chill night in and i would love either of those

- celebrate halloween with jungkook, suga, v and j-hope OR christmas with rap monster, jimin and jin: i’ve never properly celebrated halloween, but it sounds like a ton of fun and i also really love candy so it would be awesome to do that with them

i’m too lazy (and afraid of being hated by my followers i mean what) to actually tag anyone, so if you want to do it, literally just say i tagged you and go for it!