#lou is enjoying himself so much being bad and i love it

[hellishfig]

OH MY GOD

the cards were so smart. brennan you evil bastard

and lou playing fabian possessed by baron... sorry adaine, i love you girl, but i'm being so abnormal about this

[giggly-squiggily]

Hi, is Lou. 😊

I saw that requests are open and I didn't really know what to send in, but then I saw that Dabi is one of your favorite lees, so may I ask for lee!Dabi with ler!Shigaraki please? Maybe Dabi has been annoying Tomura all day; not listening, disobeying orders, maybe even sneaking a few pokes here and there himself, so his boss decides to kick him down a notch?

Only if you want to of course! 😅🥰

{REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! This is an older ask!}

Lou! :D Hello friend! I hope you're doing alright :3 God I can't even begin to describe how much I love Lee!Dabi- he is just so fun to WRECK! >:D I gotcha covered, friend!

CW: Swearing, very very light restraints

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Shigaraki was on his last nerve.

Dabi was also on his last nerve, doing a little tap dance and thinning it further.

“Gah! Would you cut that OUT?” The pale haired villain snapped when he felt fingers in his ribs, sending shivers up his spine and his phone flying. “Dabi!”

The older man snickered and ran, flying around the corner and out of sight. Things have been rather slow as of late for the League; no new commands came in- forcing the league to “lay low” for a while. 

Shigaraki hated it at first; he never liked having time on his hands. Eventually though, he learned to enjoy it; taking the time to indulge in his small but mighty mobile game collection. Things were..rather nice.

And then Dabi decided peace was never an option for Shigaraki and made him hate time off once more.

“Why that son of a-” His curse filled grumbles faded some as he reached beneath the bar, grabbing his phone. “I’d kill him if I could!”

“Oo, fun! I’ll hide the body.” A new voice startled him so bad he dropped his phone again. Shigaraki twisted to glare daggers as the smirking birdman before him. “It’ll be the perfect crime!”

“What do you want, outsider?”

“Ouch. And after all this time being here with the league.” Hawks put on a pout, rubbing at his chest. His eyes were dancing with laughter though- indicating his true feelings. “I really thought we were becoming a family.”

Shigaraki decided not to entertain that thought. He reached down to get his phone again, but ruby red feathers beat him to it, bringing it up and into his gloved palms. “Dabi really threw you off your game, didn’t he? I’ve never seen you so jumpy?”

“Shut your mouth. I’m not off my game- he’s just an annoying glitch.”

“One you can’t live without?”

“Says the man who’s getting fu-”

“You wanna get him back?” Hawks cut in quickly, leaning in like hermes to Odysseus. Too close- Shigaraki found himself leaning back some in his stool. “He’s been rather annoying to you lately, no? I’m sure your thinking: “What can I do to make him submit to me?”; lucky for you- I know exactly what to do!”

Suspicious, yet intriguing. Shigaraki narrowed his eyes at him in thought. “Why are you telling me this?”

Hawks shrugged, his playful smile never dropping. “I’m feeling generous today. Can’t a guy rat out his boyfriend’s quirks every once and awhile?” He gestured Shigaraki over some, cupping his ear as he whispered.

Shigaraki went from bored to surprised to intrigued. He looked at Hawks when the other pulled back, blinking. “You're kidding.”

Hawks only smiled like the sun as he sashayed off. Before he left completely, he looked back one last time. “By the way- my information doesn’t come free. I’m sure you understand.”

There it was. Shigaraki kept his expression neutral as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a few yen. Feathers gathered it up and brought it to Hawks, the birdman pleased. “This stays between us.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

~~~

Sitting on the couch now, Shigaraki tapped away at his phone in wait. The trap was set- the plan was perfect. It all came down to timing. He knew his target would be passing through here soon.

Sure enough, he heard the familiar steps of Dabi’s boots as they entered the room, the smell of firewood mixed with smoke touching his nose. He didn’t react- pretending to be completely absorbed in his game. He just had to hang in there.

“Shigaraki~” Dabi called out in a hushed voice, his footsteps getting closer and closer. He waited until those scarred up hands were inches from his waist before he attacked.

“SHIT!” Dabi yelped as he got dragged down over the couch, thrown into an unexpected wrestling match. Thankfully, Shigaraki was wearing his artist gloves, the risk of accidental dusting gone from their minds. Still- that didn’t mean Shigaraki didn’t have the upper hand.

“You son of a-hold still!” Dabi growled as he battled for the top, sputtering when the little bastard threw one of his disembodied hands at him. “Not cool- you can’t just go and throw your dirty mitts at me-”

“Gotcha!” Shigaraki cried as he pinned him, taking advantage of his momentary disgust. “Dirty, huh? I’ll have you know they’re clean and preserved!” He picked up the one he threw, bringing it to Dabi’s pinned wrists. With an unexpected click, he had bound both of the brunette’s wrists together. “Not to mention modified.”

Dabi blinked, flabbergasted. Did this guy really make them restraints? He gave an experimental tug, finding them rather weak. If he wanted to, he could easily break it. Burn it even.

But that would end in all kinds of problems Dabi had zero interest in dealing with. Not to mention Shigaraki looked so proud of his little trap. He might as well sit back and see where this would go. “Oh yeah- you got me good, Shigs. Though if you wanted me tied up, you could have just asked.” He wagged his brows, laughing at the scrunched up expression Shigaraki made in response.

“Gross. I almost regret wasting these on you.” Sitting back on Dabi’s hips, the dust-quirked villain scanned his torso, deciding on where to even start. “Say, Dabi- are you ticklish?”

Dabi’s grin froze, eyes widening some. The parts of his face that were still healthy tinted a rare shade of pink. Shigaraki grinned at this.

Oh damn.

“Shigs, I don’t know who you talked to-” Dabi began, sucking in a breath when Shigaraki’s fingers poked beneath his shirt, right along healthy skin. “Fuck that- I know exactly who you talked to and I’m telling you now, he’s a lying son of a bitch!”

“You’re shaking like a leaf, Dabi. I think he’s telling the truth.” The duster snickered as he curled his fingers, eager to see what would happen. Dabi flinched hard, arms tensing at the hand bounding his wrists as he gritted his teeth.

“Shi-hihigs..”

“Was that a laugh I just heard?”

Dabi tried. He gritted his teeth so hard he was sure he’d bite his tongue. He turned his head away at the devious touches against his skin, flinching and squirming at each ticklish trace. He squeezed his eyes shut in hopes that the feeling would fade and he’d be immune.

Alas- he was cursed with stupidly sensitive Todoroki genetics that always seemed to come alive with tickling.

“Fuhuhuhuhuck!” Dabi yelled out as Shigaraki began to scratch, focusing all his efforts onto the patch of skin around his stomach that always made him scream as a child. “Shihihihihihihit! Fuhuhuhuck you, yohoohohohu dhahahahmn, duhuhuhust buhuhuhunny! Ahehahahahahahhaha gahahhahhahd!”

“Dust bunny? Please- like you’ve got any room to talk, matches.” Shigaraki laughed with him, the sound snickery and stupid and full of joy that was unfairly contagious. He carried on scratching at his belly while his other hand pushed up Dabi’s shirt, eager to find more spots to tickle. “Say, are you only ticklish here? What about here?”

“Gheahaha, dhohohon’t you dahahAHAHHARE!” Dabi all but arched when his ribs were attacked, Shigaraki working along healthy skin and tracing where it met the scar tissue. “DOOHOOHN’T FUUUHUHUCKING DOHOHOHO THAHHAHT!”

“Does it tickle that bad?” Shigaraki asked, delighting in the high pitched squeals Dabi let out. He never heard his voice get that high before- it was always so mellow; even when he was mad. “Wow. It’s a good thing you’re not easy to capture- they just have to tickle you and you’d be snitching.”

“LIHIHIKE I’D EHEHHEHEVER DO THAHAHHT! AHEHAHAHHA COOHOHME ON, DUUHUHUHUHSTY MOOHOOHHOVE!” Dabi cackled out, kicking at the couch when Shigaraki began drawing patterns into the strip of skin leading from his upper ribs to his good shoulder. “STHAHAHAP IT���S THEHEHHEHRRIBLE!”

“Boo- and here I was planning out my route for the next big egg hunt.” Shigaraki tsked as he brought his hands back to Dabi’s hips, pressing his thumbs in and making him shoot up. “I can’t let that Abigail woman beat me again. That sunhat belongs to me!”

“Ahehahahahahah! Gheahhahahaha, whhhahahahat ahahhahare you eehheheven- Hiihihihihineahhahhaha, nehehehvermind, quihihihiht ihihihihit!” Dabi swatted at him with his bound wrists, hoping that lightly beating them against Shigaraki would loosen their hold. 

It did not.

“Oh, what's this?” Shigaraki grabbed them and pinned them with ease, shoving Dabi back against the couch while his other hand carried on tickling. “Trying to knock me out with my own hand-trap? Please- I expected more from you, matches.” He gave the other man a pause, watching Dabi’s chest heave as he gasped for air. “I’ll release you, but first you have to promise me you’ll stop being so annoying.”

“Whahahaat? Nohohoho way…heheheeeeh..I’m so bohohohored.” Dabi grinned, digging his grave deeper. “Yoohohu’re funny to mehehess with. You screheham like a schoolgirl when I tickle you.”

Shigaraki fumed, inhaling through his nose dramatically. He stared down a smug Dabi as he reached into his pocket, pulling out his ultimate weapon. Dabi seemed to falter beneath its ruby gleam.

“Shigs, wait- Wait hold on! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it-EHHEHEHEHEHEHAHHAHAHA!” Dabi all but shrieked at the touch. It was just a single red feather, one from Hawk’s wings to be exact. Such a tool would be useless against him normally.

Shove it in his good armpit after he’s already been tickled however and you’ve basically won.

“Are you gonna behave?” Shigaraki growled as Dabi thrashed and guffawed, straining in Shigaraki’s hold. “Are you gonna leave me alone?”

“FIHIIHHINE FIHIHIHINE! SHIHIIHIT SHIHIHIGS STHAHAHAHP!”

“Promise me!”

“I PROHOHOHOMISE!”

“Louder!”

“I PROHOHOMISE! I PROHOHOHOMISE PLEHAHAHAHSE!”

“Hmm…” Shigaraki hummed, giving Dabi one last tickle beneath the arms before pulling his tool back. Dabi gasped for air, wheezing through residue giggles as he melted into the couch. The hand bounding his wrists was removed, and he tucked them beneath his own arms tightly to prevent any more ambushes. “I guess I’ve got you good enough. You can have this back, outsider.”

Whether Hawks was nearby or not, Dabi didn’t know. He watched through blurry eyes as the feather floated in the air, swirling around Shigaraki’s neck before whooshing out of the room. The duster winced and ducked down, rubbing at the skin with a small curse. “Bastard.”

“Pfft- gotcha too, huhuhuh?” Dabi laughed at that, his nerves finally easing as he got comfortable against the cushions. “That’s what you get.”

“Shush.” Shigaraki flicked his nose before sitting back, moving from Dabi’s hips to an actual cushion as he watched the brunette groan. “Why are you being so annoying anyway? Aren’t you the type to disappear when there’s nothing to do?”

His tone was defensive, but the question was genuine. Dabi considered his words as he stretched. “Yeah- usually. I guess I just didn’t feel like it this time.”

“So your solution was to annoy me?” Shigaraki glared. Dabi shrugged, unfazed.

“Yeah, you could say that. You seemed stressed lately. I figured you’d feel better having someone here.” The words made the leader freeze, eyes wide. “What? Can’t a guy care about his buddy from time to time?”

Coming from Dabi, yeah. Shigaraki almost said so but withheld. “Why though?”

The brunette tsked, sitting up and folding his arms across his chest, feet up against the coffee table. “Why does there have to be a reason? When I joined the league, I became your teammate. After some time, I guess I started seeing you as a friend..” His cheeks pinked again as he looked away, suddenly unsure. “I know it’s stupid- we’re all wanted criminals that can die at any given moment. Getting close and all that bullshit is a terrible idea. I just…don’t like seeing you upset.” He looked away completely, his back to Shigaraki as he scratched at his neck. “This is ridiculous. I’ve been hanging around that damn bird too much- he’s making me feel things.”

Shigaraki couldn’t speak- he didn’t have the words. He just stared at him, a nostalgic feeling he couldn’t quite place creeping up his gut and spreading through his chest. He looked at his hands, finding them trembling. He squeezed them shut tightly.

“You’ve got no reason to worry about me like that. I’m your team lead.” He forced the words out, cold and direct. Dabi seemed to relax at them, the usual way Shigaraki spoke. “If I’m upset or stressed, that’s my issue to deal with.”

“Of course.”

“You’re not my personal therapist. I don’t need you to manage my emotions.”

“Got it.”

“But…” Shigaraki paused, not looking at him but rather at the empty space before them. “I don’t mind you considering me a friend. It’s…nice, to know the feeling is mutual.”

Dabi stared, but he didn’t look back. He got up and quickly left the room, pulling out his cracked phone and pulling up his game. It was only when he got far enough away that he let himself smile.

So he had friends here after all.

Thanks for reading!

[rokishimizu4]

Damian’s School trip daze

(So, I’m not 100% sure what my work schedule will be like, so that’s why I’m gonna try to focus on one thing at a time. Bruce will be my last one for my BatFam & Symbiotic! Reader until I have a set schedule. Thank you for your support and patience.)

Damian can go to the zoo whenever he feels like, thank you very much, but it becomes a bit more interesting when it becomes a school field trip, especially when Jon visits.

The staff has a system put in place just for Damian Wayne, it does not stop him from borrowing an animal for a little while, but it does make him respect the staff more. Since they are willing to put their career on the line to protect the animals in their care.

The staff also has a system for when certain animal themed Bat villains drop by for whatever reason.

Harley is the only one allowed to go see her babies with minimal supervision, usually with a specialist on Hyenas or a BatFam member.

When it comes to the activities for the zoo field trip, the teachers have to be very careful but also can’t make it easy on the kids. Especially when it comes to Damian Wayne.

Currently the teachers decided that each kid, all high school aged, will be assigned a supervillain, from across the USA, and assign a certain animal to them, and have a full report on why. The only ones not allowed are the animal themed villains.

No one is allowed to do the same villain and same animal twice, then it switches to Superheroes or something similar.

Damian knows which kid chooses what supervillains, superheroes and then what animals, which then turns into a game for the BatFam to play.

The zoo has a specific list of rules for Damian, the number one is “Please do not steal the animals, unless you’re gonna give them the same amount, or more, of love and attention as we do.” -Damian sees this as a respectful reminder on good days, on bad days he will steal another tiger if it’s the last thing he does.

“We have a species of Bats that are almost ready to be transported back to Australia, so we’re gonna show them off for a little while longer.”, Yes- Damian already knows and has ‘secretly’ been part of the rehabilitation for the Flying Fox Bats since he was informed about them (Aka Aunty Harley told him), and made sure that they got the best of care (Aka Bruce paid for all the top notch stuff cause Damian was gonna steal them to take care of them himself) after an animal smuggling ring got put down (Aka ‘Sleep Demon’ ate the smugglers and rescue got called in for the animals)

However, Damian decided to focus his project on Harley and her Hyenas, Bud and Lou. Yes, Harley can see her beloved babies as part of her being a good guy.

However, when Damian gets to the hyena enclosure he notices that some of the staff was standing outside of the bars and talking quietly to themselves.

Damian sneaks a closer look and sees Bud and Lou, and their girlfriends, were playing with a kid that looked to be covered in black oil or slime. The kid?, was alright just sitting and watching Bud and Lu throw around a few balls and bones from their breakfast.

“How the heck did they get inside? We have this entire zoo’s security locked up tighter than Fort Knox.” One of the staff members question as they try to come up with what to do, since the Hyenas were enjoying themselves and the kid wasn’t in any danger.

Cue Damian walking away to a private area, while still having the Hyena enclosure within sight. “Robin to Batman, I need you to pick up Ms. Quinn and tell her that her ‘babies’ have a new playmate. Do not try to forcefully take the child out of the enclosure as it seems that Bud and Lu have adopted them into their pack. The females have also allowed the child safe passage.”

Damian returns to the Hyena enclosure and watches, with some envy and big brother protecting/proud emotions flood him as the kid carefully pets one of the female Hyenas’ belly and the other lays her head on the child’s lap.

Is very confused about the new emotions flooding him, but stores it as he soon hears Harley’s voice crying for Bud and Lou and his father’s praying.

Bruce’s comes immediately after this one!!! I thought it would fit and end the headcanons nicely until I start my BatFam & Symbiotic! Reader story.

[cupcakeslushie]

That has me so relieved lol. I feel like I’m the worst at fashion 😅. I spend so much time on Google and Pinterest, trying to find cute things to put our boys and April in that would match their personalities.

Leo likes jean material and anything with dark colors (obvi) and also really likes athleisure wear. Raph has pretty similar taste, but with brighter colors. Though it’s hard for him to find jean material that can stand up to his shell, so he also has a love for stretchy stuff that wont tear. Mikey and Donnie like oversized and cute styles! Really soft or fluffy stuff, but also Donnie will throw in some edgy rave outfits when he’s feeling fun. He’s also got the same three outfits for when he’s working and he’ll wear them until they’re covered in paint and oil and totally worn down. Mikey is probably the one that has the biggest and most versatile closet. He has a big problem with online, impulse shopping.

@kitty-kyte This ask has me so curious now about the undercity’s weather! Aw, and now that makes me think the Snow Day episode would go from them fighting, to them just having a good wholesome time showing Donnie how much fun snow could be. And maybe they do have a snowball fight, Leo and Mikey being way too competitive, and Raph and April and Donnie just enjoying some hot cocoa and building a snowman. OR OR OR Donnie, April and Leo make a Jupiter Jim snowman and Raph and Mikey and Cass make a Lou Jitsu snowman and they argue over which one is better and Donnie keeps switching sides because he can’t decide!

@blossomsofopossums

As for your first question! Leo witnessed some small fits during their first few encounters. He was as unnerved as he could be, but sadly chose to ignore the strange behavior in favor of letting Three struggle through them on his own 😔. Then the first time Raph, Mikey, Leo, and April run into Donnie, they can clearly see Three struggling with something they can’t. They’re really confused and don’t know what to do, but with Leo recently revealing to them that Three might be their long lost brother Donnie, Raph has already resolved himself that, Donnie would be coming home with them. Unfortunately he doesn’t really know how to handle Three in that first meeting, and so he’s a bit rough with him, making those first few days of Donnie getting used to being in the lair a manic mess. Later once they learn more, Raph and Mikey will try to talk Donnie through them and Leo will use contact. But they also kind of have to adapt their reactions depending on how bad each one is, and what they think Donnie needs to feel safe.

Question #2! Raph calls him Dad, Pop, or Old Man when he’s feeling cheeky. Mikey calls him Dad and Papa. Leo probably goes through the most names: Master Splinter, Splinter, Father, Dad. Donnie will call him Father or PApA~

Question #3 Donnie had thought he’d already been introduced to so much good food after a few weeks in the lair, but pizza was on a whole new level. Sweets might be his new weakness. But pizza is his favorite savory meal. And you just know that the boys took Donnie to Run of the Mill for his first pizza experience. They couldn’t wait to introduce him to Hueso.

Hueso on the other hand is starting to get slightly annoyed with all these traumatized boys that Raph keeps bringing in. Like he was perfectly happy adopting this huge, but well-mannered teenage turtle and his human friend. Then they come in with the small, infamous battle nexus champion and he’s a little hyper thing sometimes, but he’s pleasant enough, so okay. But THEN, they have some nerve to bring some poor, tired, stone-faced kid, who’s eyes hold much too old of a look in them. It tugs on Hueso’s heartstrings…that is it would, if he actually had them.

NOW what’s he supposed to do with this new one? He can’t just adopt them all can he?

Hueso in the kitchens, to his chefs as they cook the boys’ pizzas:

[vanmarkus]

why do you ride so hard for these problematic men? first ryan and his racist anti vax ass and now lou with his ableist trump supporting? you know you can like the characters they play without riding for these grown men right? lou wasn’t hacked. why would he delete that specific instagram post if he was? why would he like his most recent like if he was hacked? why wouldn’t he say he was? you guys just like making up excuses (even ones that make no sense) to give your favs a pass and it’s weird. just admit they are human and fallible and maybe not the best people and that’s okay. you don’t need to stan these men to enjoy their characters.

okay. i'm gonna try to be patient and assume that you're here in good faith, even though I know for a fact, that you're not.

I will also ignore the Ryan thing because what do you mean "first"? I haven't even been in the fandom when that whole thing went down, but I believe in calling out bad behaviour to help people learn to do better, otherwise what's the fucking point? moving on.

so first of all, do not tell me what I should say but especially do not tell me what I should say, when I already said it word for word here:

second of all, I do not ride hard for Lou, in fact I do not ride hard for any of them. what I care about is actors (and the crew and the showrunners cough cough) not being harassed and treated like crap for doing their jobs, which, let's be real fucking honest here, the fandom has a history with, especially when it comes to love interests — as Oliver himself has pointed it out.

do I know what happened? no. do I think there are a lot of suspicious beats around the incident? yes, very much so.

btw no one would even assume hacking, if certain people could just act right. just a few weeks ago, no one could've plausibly make the claim, now however... this is what bullying and harassing and making fake accounts and so on births, this is all on the fandom. if not for that shitty behaviour, this would be much more clean-cut.

if it was him; he deleted it immediately which tells me that he's at least aware of how it reflects on him, if not how and why posting something like that is not okay. we can't be responsible for other people's values, but can only hope for them to always try to do better. and that's just step one.

the thing is, if we as a fandom can collectively ignore other things that have been deleted by other cast members, then instead of making a spectacle out of this, we can all just hope that it's a beginning of a learning curve.

anyway. do not come into my inbox — on anonymous, no less — to try to police what I say on my own blog. I always choose my words very carefully and I never claimed to know exactly what happened and as a rule of thumb, I don't allow myself more than a certain amount of time a day to dwell on these type on things (that time for today is up with this ask, by the way), because I'm in the fandom for fun and when it's no longer fun, I just leave.

but it's my blog and I will post what I think and if you don't like that; no one is forcing you to see it. unfollow and block and have a nice day.

[judasofsuburbia]

11 + 22 with steddie? please emily god of smut that rips my heart to shreds and carefully puts it back together again <3

hehehe hi lou!! thank u for ur request<3 hope u enjoy these silly lil men

11. Louder. Let me hear you.

22. Show me how much you need me.

cw: phone sex. word count: 1096. pairing: steve and eddie.

“Hello?” Steve answers the phone groggily. 

“Fuck, did I wake you?” Eddie winces.

Steve hums, rubbing his eyes and sitting up more in bed. “S’okay, baby. Went to bed early tonight.”

“Now I feel like even more of an asshole,” Eddie laughs pitifully.

“Don’t. Wanna talk to you,” Steve answers. 

“You sure?”

“Mhm. What’s on your mind?”

Eddie exhales. “Uh, quite a lot.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t think you’re awake enough for this conversation.”

Steve’s eyes truly open at those words. “W-what? What’s going on?”

Eddie chokes and scrambles over his next sentence. “God, no, nothing bad, darling, I’m sorry, I just‒it’s funny really, it’s so unimportant and now you’re even more awake because I scared you when I’m literally just calling because I’m so hard I can barely think straight.”

Steve’s gut tightens at his words. They’ve never done this before. Eddie is on tour with his band, a small contract to a few neighboring states. If it goes well, they could add on more dates. Steve’s really proud of him and wished he could go but there’s no way he could ask for that much time off of work.

Steve did miss him though. Badly. 

“Oh?” Steve teases, clearing his throat. “Can’t even think straight?”

Eddie makes a desperate noise that shoots down Steve’s spine. “No. I’m going crazy over here.”

“Needed my voice to get off?”

“Please.”

“Okay,” Steve adjusts himself on the bed, spreading his legs because now Eddie’s got him interested as well. “Were you thinking about me?”

Eddie sighs, petulant. “Yes, of course, I was.”

“Didn’t want to assume,” Steve retorts.

“Darling.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Thinking about anything in particular? Any memories stashed away?”

He can hear Eddie swallow. 

“I kept thinking about…this is embarrassing, Jesus Christ, um. The summer you lifeguarded at the pool? You…saved Gareth from drowning one day. Do you even remember that?”

Steve racks his brain. His eyebrows shoot up and he lets out a small laugh. “You got hard over me and Gareth?”

Eddie groans. “No, not that. Never, ever repeat this to him. I was thinking about the red trunks you were wearing. How the sun made your muscles all…shiny as you carried him out. Please feel free to stop me at any time.”

“I didn’t realize I had fans,” Steve teases. 

“Please, you had everyone’s tongues hanging out of their mouth that summer.”

“Did you wish it was you?” Steve asks.

“What?”

Steve's voice is husky as he says, “Did you wish it was you being saved? How I would’ve dived into the water, pulled you to my chest, and scooped you right up? Lay you out on the emergency board and hover over you? Put my hands on your chest and blow into your mouth?”

He hears Eddie’s breath hitch and a zipper being undone.

“Touching yourself?” Steve asks.

Eddie huffs. “Y-yeah. Fuck, yeah. Wish it was me.”

“Would you have kissed me back then?” 

“I sure would have tried,” Eddie laughs weakly.

Steve smiles and slips his hand into his boxers. He’s slow with getting himself off, wanting to make this last until Eddie was done. He didn’t realize how hot it would be to hear his boyfriend panting over the phone, crackly but just as desperate.

“Those shorts were tight, huh?” Steve ponders. 

Eddie whines. “You have no idea how good you looked in them. I have never been to the pool more times in my life than that god-forsaken summer.”

“Wish I’d known you back then,” Steve sighs dreamily. “I could have taken you to the infirmary room and locked the door.”

“S-Steve,” Eddie pants.

“Stroked your hair until you felt better. Checked your body for injuries. Maybe ask you to lower your trunks. You would’ve loved that, wouldn’t you, baby?”

Eddie moans quietly and huffs out a “Yes.”

“You would’ve been hard for me already from my hands all over you. I’d look up at you from the floor and lean my head forward. Taken your tip into my mouth, run my tongue all around‒” Steve cuts himself off with a moan as his hand squeezes his cock. 

“Would you have told me to be quiet?” Eddie whimpers.

“Oh, absolutely. Can’t have us getting interrupted now, can we? For right now though…louder. Let me hear you.”

Eddie groans loud and deeply. Steve’s hips buck up into his fist at the sound. 

“You’d just be squirming under me, yeah? Clutching the bed and biting your cute pink lips until they bled. I’d taken you deeper and deeper, making sure you feel cared for. Serving mankind or whatever the lifeguard’s oath says.”

Eddie laughs at Steve’s stupid joke but it slowly turns into a moan. “Miss your mouth.”

“I’m sure you do,” Steve grunts. “I miss your cock, baby.”

Eddie lets out a strangled noise that vibrates Steve’s skin. He can almost hear the slick sounds of Eddie’s hand stroking his cock. How he wishes he could watch it happen. 

“Getting close?”

“Mhm. Keep talking.”

“Being the first cock I’ve ever sucked, I definitely would’ve taken you too deep. Choked on you. Gagged around you. You’d be so scared for me but I would just keep going. Sucking you down, down, down.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Eddie moans.

“Put your hands in my hair, make you grab onto me, guide me to whatever pace you needed.”

“Steve,” Eddie pleas. 

“You need me bad, huh?” Steve smirks.

“So bad. Always need you.”

“Show me how much you need me. Come for me.”

Eddie does, speeding up his motions until he releases, groaning Steve’s name all the while. Steve bucks his head back into the pillows and comes with a long moan himself. There are no words over the line for a long while. Just the boyfriends' labored breathing as they came down from their highs. 

“Feel free to wake me up for that any time,” Steve jokes breathlessly.

Eddie chuckles with a long sigh. “That was so hot. Why haven’t we been doing this the whole time?”

“We can certainly start,” Steve grins. “Especially if you got some treasure chest of Steve memories you want to cycle through.”

“I’m not gonna live this one down, am I?”

“Wonder if I have those trunks somewhere.”

“I’ll kill you.”

“You love me.”

“Crime of passion.”

“Me in my little shorts. Saving lives with the sun‒what did you say‒shining off my muscles.” Steve can practically hear the eye roll from the other side. 

“I miss you,” Eddie whispers after a few moments. 

“I miss you so much,” Steve whispers back. “Only a couple more weeks.”

“Stay on the phone with me while I sleep?”

Steve’s heart aches. “Of course, baby.”

come request a smutty prompt to silence the horrors for a minute&lt;3

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I read a bunch of soapshipping fanfics today and I love how so many of them give Tyler actual flaws and treat him more human than he ‘actually is’ in the movie and…I wanna share some hcs i have that make Tyler ‘not perfect’ as well. I get the point that in the movie Tyler was supposed to have none bc the narrator needs to drool over him & see him as godlike but whatever. That man has issues. You can especially see this during when he was going Joker mode when he was getting beat up by Lou. Anyways this is going under a cut bc it’s long

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• I’ll start with the out with one that’s most common which is that Tyler is soooo bad at sharing how he’s feeling or being super heartfelt. The only person he even tells his true deep emotions to is the narrator after they’ve been together for a while. I feel like he would be that way due to how he was raised and or trauma. Getting him to admit to feeling uncomfortable is hard too. He wants to come off confident all the time so he will just smile at whatever is thrown at him even if it’s making him upset or anything like that. Also of course he has a hard time expressing how just deeply in love he is with the narrator and how much he cares about him. (Which causes problems for them both but they work thru it. Nothing could keep the narrator away from Tyler at the end of the day.)

He wouldn’t admit it but I think maybe he also resents himself for not being able to say certain things easier. He knows he hurts the narrator sometimes when he’s not saying ‘the right things’ and he genuinely doesn’t mean to hurt him in that way.

•He can get pretty jealous. Not like how the narrator feels like he’s about to kill himself bc someone even glanced at Tyler but like, if Tyler thinks someone is being a little too friendly to narrator or if he thinks the narrator might enjoy being around someone else ‘too much’ he gets all huffy, smiles threateningly, and either interrogates the narrator over ‘what that was’ later or just roughs him up some when they are in private again. He hates the idea so much that the narrator could look up to someone the same way he does Tyler. He has questions going through his mind along the lines of how are they better than him? What does he see in them? Do they make him feel more loved? And etc.

Hypothetically he should know that the narrator would rather die than touch anyone else & that the narrator sees him as a God but,, Tyler is just like that :/

•Ok now for a not widely accepted hc about Tyler. I don’t think he’s that good at writing or reading. He’s not terrible at it but I think he really didn’t give a shit about most things in school besides history. (He could probably give a big whole speech about how bad school systems are)

He doesn’t really care that he’s not that good at either of those things but does get a little embarrassed about it when the narrator points out he spelled something wrong. He will just grumble about “who cares?” or “whatever dipshit.” The narrator doesn’t mind that Tyler’s not the best at it and helps him out when he needs to without picking on him.

•Kinda canon but he’s a act before thinking type of guy in most situations. He prides himself on it for the most part but also there is times where it doesn’t end well for him. He will defend himself about whatever he did ‘wrong’ for a while until he finally is some how able to admit he’s sorry and shouldn’t have done something (only to the narrator. He doesn’t care that much if it’s anyone else that isn’t especially close to him)

•I think he had a self h*rm problem growing up. He doesn’t do it anymore now that he’s older bc he has fight club and whatnot. I think SH helped him come up with FC since he thought physical pain always helps solve mental pain.

He doesn’t hide the old scars since he can blame it on like a ton of different things and people don’t have a reason to doubt him. Like he can say he got them from years of fighting, while running away after getting caught doing stuff he shouldn’t, stuff like that. Sometimes he also just doesn’t lie about it and just says straight up what they are from. It just depends on who and how he feels that day. Like mostly the only ppl who know what they are really from are the narrator & tylers close family and maybe Marla.

Not to be cringe…I know the “he kissed my scars 😢😢” things can be cringe (believe me I would know) but I think Tyler thinks it’s sweet when the narrator does kiss his. The narrator hates that Tyler ever felt like he had to do that (but at the same time is okay with fight club??? Lol) The narrator has stayed up in bed while Tyler is sleeping and just looked at all of them and thought to himself about how Tyler must of felt, why he felt like he had to, and all that.

•My man has some kinda mental illnesses. I couldn’t say what but he just does. He’s a very impulsive man and can become very manic is all I can really say.

•He will get ideas and plans in his head and focus on them a little too hard and it’s hard to pull him out of it. The narrator is really not someone who should be fussing at people for not sleeping but he does anyways. He offers to work out whatever plans or ideas Tyler has while Tyler rests. Sometimes Tyler will let him & sometimes not. If not, the narrator will at least stay close to him so they can talk about whatever is on Tylers mind.

•He actually used to hate his laugh a little when he was a young teen. He got over it after a couple years and now doesn’t give a fuck what others think. He will laugh as loud as he wants in a quiet room if he wants to.

•Going back to that manic thing, I think the narrator can usually calm him down. It especially helps if he’s holding Tyler and pulls him away from whatever has him worked up. Narrator will run his hand up and down Tylers back or just talk to him soothingly. Tyler is usually thankful for it once he’s calmed down.

•Canon-ish again but Tyler can get a bit in over his head with some stuff. He believes he can do just about anything which leads him to getting into situations where he finds out he actually has little to no idea what he’s doing. He had this problem as a teen too like he’d say stuff like “Sure I could fix your fence!!” or just like little odd jobs around the neighborhood and he actually doesn’t have much of a idea what’s going on but It helped him learn how to do all kinds of different things in the long run. He just always finds a way to make things work more often than not in his own ‘Tyler’ way.

•Okay often he really doesn’t genuinely care if someone wants to listen to his speeches/knowledge or not. He likes sharing them since he knows they’ve helped others but he’s been doing that for as long as he can remember even at inappropriate times. Like I dunno, as a kid at a funeral I could see him just telling some random person there about how he knows how bodies decompose, how bodies slowly rot and what each stage looks like. (I think that’s why he loves the narrator. He loves how randomly weird he is as well.)

•He needs attention all on him. He loves it so much and feeds off of it. His favorite kind of attention is from the narrator and he will get snarky and whatever when he feels like he isn’t getting enough from him but also he just thrives off attention from anyone in general. It’s what makes him carry himself so confidently. He knows people are dying for a minute of his time and to be the idealized version of himself he puts off.

•He doesn’t allow himself to cry in front of others. More than likely it’s because of his father saying boys shouldn’t cry or be weak. He knows it’s bullshit deep down but he still holds that mindset for himself. (If another dude is crying like the narrator, he won’t give them much shit for it.)

•My final idea for right now….he hates the doctors and all things like that. He can say a ton of reasons why but the main ones are he just feels super uncomfortable at places like that because either 1. He doesn’t want them going on about how bad his or the narrators health is & being really worried for them and questioning them.. or 2. He just finds it hard to be as snarky or smart to ‘em. They all don’t usually fall for his bs unless they are a part of fight club or project mayhem.

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(Very Late) Tag Game Tuesday: 911 Lone Star Edition

Ok so technically I was tagged by the wonderful @lemonlyman-dotcom last Tuesday but unfortunately real life got away from me and I have only just got the chance to respond! So without further ado, here is my contribution to this delightful tag game.

When did you first start watching Lone Star? Who or what introduced you to the show?

So I actually started watching the show back when it first aired. I had watched some of OG 911 and while I didn't dislike it, it just never really caught my attention. So when I found out there was a spinoff with Rob Lowe (who I was first introduced to through The Outsiders movie) I was intrigued. So I watched the pilot when it first aired and I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. For me, it was the relationship between TK and Owen that really got my attention but I was also very interested in the potential between the firefighter's son and the hot cop who asked him to dance. I didn't really start being active in the fandom though until after s3 because I was already involved in another fandom at the time and I've always preferred to limit myself to 1-2 fandoms max.

Which season is your favorite?

It's a tough choice so I'm going to cheat and say s3 and s4 both are currently my favorites. I just love how much insight we get on all the characters in those seasons and the way the stories are fleshed out in a way that the first two seasons weren't able to do.

Who is your favorite character? (Bonus: If you answered TK or Carlos, who is your favorite besides them?)

Since it is impossible for me to choose between TK and Carlos, I will say Marjan. As a Muslim woman, I love getting to see a Muslim woman who is badass, smart yet also flawed and vulnerable on screen.

Top five episodes. Go!

This is very, very hard but if I had to pick off the top of my head:

1x03

2x08

3x08

4x16

If you could pick any character to be given a "begins" episode, who would it be and what would that episode look like?

I'm not sure I want a "begins" type episode actually. One thing I really like about LS is that instead of giving us one episode that just gives us a character's entire backstory, we learn about them slowly. We have learned about all the characters over the course of 4 seasons but there is still a lot about them we don't know and I would rather continue to learn slowly. Instead, I'll say I would like an outsider pov style episode where the 126 + Carlos keep running into this one person on scenes (kind of like that man with anger issues in 3x16) and we get to see the group dynamics through that person's eyes. What do they think when they see one of the paramedics perfom firefighter tasks? Or when they recognize Firefox? Or when they hear the firefighter captain make a comment about how bad something is for their skin/hair? What do they make of the cop and the paramedic making eyes at each other constantly?

What is a scenario or storyline that you would like to see in season 5?

I'd like to see some non-serious moments for Tarlos. I get that there needs to be drama and I love the drama but let the drama be an external one. And I just want some light-hearted scenes where they're bickering over feeding Lou 2 and Carlos doesn't want to touch the crickets while TK feels bad about using the crickets as food. Or their plumbing breaks down and Carlos refuses to hire a plumber because he is A Man and can fix it himself but he has never actually fixed a sink before and can't understand the instructions while TK is fondly exasperated by his stubborn husband and also very turned on from watching Carlos in a tanktop all sweaty with tools in his hands.

What do you think is going on in this still?

Either Carlos has gotten new information about his dad's killer or it has something to do with TK learning about what happened with his uncle Robert.

We all know about the elusive 5x05 spicy scene that has been teased, so what is your prediction for how it could possibly top 1x02?

Now I personally found the 2x12 scene spicier because of the intimacy but I guess 1x02 was spicier in the sense that there was a lot more of the sexual stuff. So to top it, I'd like to see Carlos pick TK up (bridal style or over his shoulder, I'm not picky!), throw him onto the bed, TK instinctively putting his hands up and Carlos grabs them and they devour each others mouths.

Where was the Tarlos honeymoon in your mind?

It looks like they are someplace tropical so I imagine them in one of the Florida Keys. Maybe Key West which is a tropical place but it also has a town which I think both TK and Carlos would like. They can lie by the pool during the day and explore the town during the evenings before heading back to their resort for the night.

Shoutout one of your favorite fan creations.

I am in awe of how talented this fandom is in so many different ways and it is so difficult for me to pick just one. I will say that this piece of artwork by @whatsintheboxmh which is for this lovely fic by @nancys-braids is one that I enjoy just looking at because the peace and calm that it evokes. I so want to see this in the show.

Since I am so late to the party, I'm not sure who has already done this and who hasn't so I will leave this an open tag and invite anyone who would like to participate to join in!

[bluepeachstudios]

GitS Asks

(These are from before Chapter 30 came out)

They're unprepared but they make up for it in their tenacity and flexibility!

You. Are you spying on me? Squints

OUGH </3

Yeah, Don will make friends with anyone! He's often torn up over them leaving, as well. Ghost just lost too much. He's scared to get close to people because they might leave, or he might leave, but the kids kind of kidnapped him, so.

Spirit thinks that Leo's unfocused but he definitely doesn't mind it. He does think a lot about "is this how I would have been had I not been the leader?" He loves Leo, though. He loves that he gets to be silly goofy and a kid.

Spirit thinks Raph makes a good leader when he's not panicking over his little brothers. He's got a bit of learning to do, and some helicopter brothering going on, but Spirit gets it. This Raph isn't as angry. He can't afford to be as angry and reckless as Spirit's Raphael.

Probably Splinter, considering he's more skilled as a ninja but also incredibly used to Rise logic fhgkdjfhg

Oh yeah Mike would have a GRAND old time with the villains. He'd love the banter, love the theming. God he'd be delighted. All the villains are confused because he always gets so excited to see them.

Yup! One way or another, Don gets mutated.

The TV shows, movies, books, songs, entertainment media. There might be equivalents in this dimension, but not all of them exist. He wishes he could read Justice Force stuff because that's what his Mikey was most into, but it doesn't exist in the Rise Dimension. There are songs he can't quite remember the lyrics to but the melodies are stuck in his head. Some stuff just. Doesn't exist here.

Bringing back the Michelangelo saying "So THAT'S where you've been you WHORE" joke for this one

Arguably yes. In another dimension, Splinter lost his son the same way Rise Splinter lost his mother. It makes him worry that he's going to lose his sons again, so he withdraws further, which only worsens his depression. When Ghost withdraws, the kids go and drag him out, because they know that they can. They probably tried, when they were younger, to spend time with Splinter even when he felt bad, but he snapped at them sometimes. They would leave, and he'd feel even worse about himself.

Ghost being around means he doesn't have to worry about them as much. Ghost can do that for him. Ghost is a better father than him. Like Ghost said, he's a terrible father. So why bother trying?

I feel like I've definitely answered this before or it's in the fic, but he likes to bake with Mikey and do drawing stuff with him. Ghost only does blueprints, so his drawings are all very technical, but Mikey likes to do this thing where he takes Ghost's technical drawings and paints them all wild and colorful and it's a very nice juxtaposition.

With Leo, Ghost geeks out with him. They read Jupiter Jim comics together, they watch Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim movies, Leo will infodump about theories and headcanons and basically fanfic ideas he has, and Ghost will happily listen. His big brother used to listen to is infodumps, so this feels like repaying him, somehow.

Raph and Ghost usually train, or Ghost shows Raph how to build things. Raph's a big guy, he's a bit clumsy, he's never felt like he could build or make anything before, not like Mikey or Donnie, who are creative as all get out. But Ghost shows him he just needs the right medium. Metal is good for Raph because he can bend it easily, and he starts enjoying welding. He helps Ghost with a lot of the bigger repairs around the lair. Otherwise, they'll sit and read next to each other. They get cozy.

Yeah. That's why during "Same As It Never Was" short story, when Ghost intercepted Freshly Mutated Lou, they both kinda just. Broke down to each other and then. Y'know. Raised the kids together. Co-parenting. Generally much better off than Ghost continuing to isolate himself.

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Anonymous asked: I really do love how you make a point to emphasize that mutated Ghost is a scared animal more than a monster. 03 didn’t really give the time or depth to explore Ghost’s psyche as much. (Not that it’s a bad thing! It’s my favorite arc for a reason and part of it is just the nature of a visual and auditory medium rather than a written one, plus the nature of weekly episodes and the audience being a bunch of kids who are freaking out over their favorite character, it simply makes sense why they didn’t dwell on that and instead focused on his brothers’ reactions to it instead.) As a complete animal nerd to the point where animals and animal behavior is basically a special interest of mine though, it REALLY scratches an itch when writers actually take how animals actually think and behave into account rather than just defaulting to stereotypical monster behavior. An injured animal IS the most dangerous thing you can encounter in the wild for a reason. They’re scared. They’re in pain. They’re worried you want to kill them and therefore think they have nothing left to lose and will fight with everything they have to get you away from them. On top of it all, Ghost has just enough of his mind left to seek stuff out but not know /why/ he does the things he does. He follows scents that are familiar. He didn’t chase the boys or lunge until they got too close. He still tries to hide. Leo’s right when he says Ghost still doesn’t want to hurt them, it’s just that for once animal panic and self preservation instincts are making him forget everything else. He doesn’t understand that they’re trying to help him. A scared animal doesn’t want to fight, it just wants to be safe. -- (Keep Scrolling Anon)

This is a very good analysis on what I wanted Ghost to feel like. He's in a massive amount of pain. He's scared. He wants it to stop, but there are things reaching for him. He doesn't know that he's hurting the people he cares about, he just knows that he's being hurt.

@hrshlandturtles Yup! Fridays seem to be a good day to do stuff. A lot of other fics update on Saturday or Sunday and Friday is a good time for people who were busy with school or work to read the chapter after getting back for the weekend.

-------- The following ask happened after Chapter 30 released!

:') I'm very sorry for everyone's pain. I tried to warn people.

[justchillinoutinmeb0x]

Like The Movies

Description: Niall can have odd ideas.

This is not my first time writing but it has been a long time and this is my first 1D fic so any constructive criticism or feedback is welcome but please be kind!

Story Under The Cut

“This may just be the dumbest idea you have ever come up with”  

Louis huffs while Niall strides into their shared hotel room; Niall had always been an eccentric lad, as Louis liked to say. His ideas were always strange, but Louis always found them slightly endearing.

“Yeah, but you love my dumb ideas” 

Niall wags his eyebrows up and down as he plops down on the floor next to the hotel bed, opening the take-out container of spaghetti he snuck out to get. Louis wonders how this idea even came to his head, but he chooses not to challenge the train wreck that is Niall's brain. 

“Please, Lou? I wanna know if it would work if the movie is realistic or not.”

Niall pouts on the floor and Louis rolls his eyes endearingly at the sight he's like a little puppy; it reminds Louis why Niall gets whatever he wants. It's becoming a real issue for him, but… most problems don't come with pretty blue eyes so, Louis lets it slide. 

“It's a movie about dogs Ni of course it's not realistic”  

Niall pouts harder and bats his eyes, Louis knows he could never say no to him but god does he try. “Fine. But you owe me one” Louis slides down on the floor in front of the blonde lad crossing his legs.  

A massive grin spreads across the Irish boy's face as he finds a fork and swirls it around until he captures some of the pasta. He gently takes one end of a noodle in his mouth and waits for Louis to bite the other. Louis sheepishly bites the other end as Niall unravels it from the fork, a blush spreads across his pale face as his eyes meet Louis, they both suck lightly as the noodle brings their faces closer together, leaning over the take-out container until they're only inches apart. 

Snap  

“Damn” Niall mumbles as the two lean back and Louis giggles, Louis bends over and uses his thumb to remove a bit of sauce from Niall's chin where the noodle had smacked him with a small smile.  

“Told you blondie, that's just in the movies” Niall pouts slightly and bats his eyes again. Louis tenses "No, Niall I'm not-" he tries to beg quickly.

 “Louuuu” he whines “Can we try again”  Louis fakes a scoff, trying to pretend that he didn't enjoy being so close to Niall.  

“Really Ni? It's just going to end up the same way”  Niall pouts and huffs “Please~” he begs shifting onto his knees. Louis sighs and picks up the fork this time. “Be more careful this time, don't go so fast”  

Niall's face lights up as he nods and leans forward to meet the other end of the noodle Louis already has in his mouth. Both their gazes meet as their heads inch closer and closer, Niall barely grinning with the knowledge of how much he's teasing Louis. Just as their lips are about to connect Niall bites down on the noodle. 

“Niall?!” Louis flails backward, looking at him in shock.  “Oops, my bad Lou” Niall says with a smirk, Louis scowls at Niall's actions. "You cheeky little bastard.”  Lou frowns while getting off the floor, sitting on the bed with a huff.  “I play along with your little game and this is the thanks I get?” he says refusing to look at Niall. 

“Louis” Niall whispers from the floor, but Louis holds his ground, not glancing down until he feels a small presence between his legs, a brilliant blush covers his face as he attempts to maintain his composure.  “Baby~” Niall cues as he rests his head on Louis's thigh “Please look at me Lou” Louis can't resist that voice and glimpses down at the stunning boy in front of him who's skulking again. 

 “I'm sorry” Niall whispers in a tiny voice while biting his lip making it all red and Louis can hardly control himself “I won't do it again,” he says letting his hand slide up towards Louis's torso checkly before Louis grabs it holding it steady in his hand. “You tease” Louis smirks and runs a hand through the Irish boy's hair “Always messing with me, you're lucky I love you” 

He hauls Niall up to sit on his lap and quickly wraps his arms around the blonde’s torso to keep him secure “I should have never let you watch that movie this morning” he pouts. 

 “You love it” Niall whispers as he cups Louis's face softly, smirking down at him with nothing but affection. 

“Yeah but not as much as I love this” Louis grins as he connects their lips. Niall melts into the contact and tilts his head to get a better angle. Lou grins into the kiss before he pins Niall to the bed and starts tickling him, Niall screams as he laughs and struggles.

 "lou- Louis! P-please I said I'm sorry!" he manages out through laughs"Baby please I'll give you as many kisses as you want." Louis continues and laughs above Niall "Payback ya little shit!" They both laugh and struggle until they collapse breathlessly next to each other. 

"No Fair" Niall says with a grin, Louis pulls him close and cups his chin "Sorry love, but it was fair" Niall tilts his face so, it's only inches from Louis "I know" he whispers before connecting their lips, lazily kissing while they cuddle. 

"Lou?" Niall whispers as they pull apart "Yes babe?" Lou says as he pulls him closer "I Really do love you" he whispers with nothing but sincerity in his voice, a small smile forms on Louis's face as he kisses Niall's forehead "I love you too Ni, I love ya so so much" they both smile softly

BANG BANG 

They both jump apart as they hear banging on the walls. 

"Shut up! It's 4 am!" 

They both giggle as they hear Zayn's voice come through the wall "Whoops" Niall whispers as they had forgotten their bandmates were in the next room. "Sorry Zed!" lou calls back before turning back to Niall "Come here baby" he whispers with open arms. Niall climbs into his arms and they finally pull the covers over themselves "Night Lou, love you" Niall whispers while laying his head on Louis's chest. "Night Ni, love you more," he says kissing the top of Niall's head before closing his eyes. 

Maybe this wasn't Niall's worst idea. 

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Rottmnt Fanfics Anyone?

✨ Donnie Addition ✨

One Two Three (Four)

( by: CringePhase / On A03 )

-Season 1 Post "Shadow Of Evil", Pre "How To Make Enemies And Bend People To Your Will", Draxum is working with the foot but not yet conned his way to the top.

Four Brothers entered a battle, three returned home. Meanwhile, Baron Draxum has a new sidekick, with a catch...

Hamartia

( by: Punable / On A03 )

-Donatello was irreplaceable. He knew that for a fact, he had built his own worth up so high, there was no way anyone could fill his seat at the table. There was one thing that Donatello would never be; he would never LET himself be a liability.

Or: Donnie loves himself but he doesn't like himself, and it takes him being critically injured for anyone to notice the difference.

Alpha Stage

( by: snailsnaps / On A03 )

Donnie was a genius, yet so goddamn incredibly stupid. Who would've thought injecting a serum that was on Alpha Stage was a bad idea? Well, he didn't. Now what is he going to do with this body suddenly being around 5 years younger? Oh his brothers CANNOT find out about this...

Fractured Body, Shattered Mind

( by: GingerChickens / On A03 )

Donnie was a good distance behind the group struggling to keep up.

His head hung low, body hunched over and swaying with each step. Slowly he forced himself to look up at the three opening his mouth to say something before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed.

The last thing he heard was his brothers screaming his name as they ran towards him.

+Donnie-Centric 2012/Rise Crossover

The Purpleest Man Alive

( by: CloudHater / On A03 )

It was just another version of his brothers from another dimension. Leonardo had seen many strange things in his life; nothing could surprise his now.

"Can you say that again?"

"He built a cybernetically armed bed. And when I came to take out to training the bed wouldn't let me."

Leonardo feels that he doesn't understand anything. From behind Raphael appears the suspiciously satisfied face of Michaelangelo.

"He had a fight with the bed!"

"Well it's happened before."

"Bro you don't get it Raph had a fight with a bed and the bed won."

+Some Donnie Separated AUs :)

Lost And Found

( by: OrangeMeringue / On A03 )

When Lou Jitsu destroys Baron Draxum's lab in a fight to escape and takes the alchemist's turtle experiments with him, Draxum quickly discovers that a certain softshell was left behind.

Blood Is Thicker Than Ooze

( by: mybrainscandywrapper / On A03 )

Purple is the son of Draxum, a great warrior alchemist. With his help, Draxum will eradicate the prophesied human threat, and restore yokāi to the surface.

Purple doesn't understand why these three turtles are trying to stop them.

I Almost Remember

( by: ExploringEarth / On A03 )

Splinter never told his three sons where he found them, and they had learned to stop asking. Still sometimes, they could almost swear a piece of their family was missing. One day, they'd discover that missing piece.

Au where Donatello was left behind with draxum.

Have Fun Reading Donnie Enjoyers!! Hope You Enjoy Reading These Just As Much I Do!! 💜💜

- :)

[istorkyou]

The Price Of Love (Modern!Ivar AU)

A Modern!Ivar x F Reader

Warnings - See individual chapters. STRICTLY 18+

Synopsis - Money isn’t everything.

Word Count - 1340

Note - This is the second fic I ever wrote and I’m not sure why I never posted it. I think I started writing The Arrangement not long after and kind of fell out of love with this one. Still, it’s been festering in my completed docs for well over a year so I figure I might as well post it 😬 It’s fluffy, and maybe a little cheesy (and by a little I mean a lot!) so if that’s your bag I hope you enjoy it!

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Masterpost

CHAPTER 12

The next few weeks can only be described as surreal. You go about your normal life but now some people recognise you, staring and pointing and taking pictures of you. It’s like being trapped in a weird nightmare.

Your shop is way busier than usual, you suppose you have to look on the bright side of this shit show.

There are countless articles written about you, Sadie tells you that most of them are complimentary, although some less so. She tells you the comment section and social media posts are really awful. You just steer clear of it all, the good and the bad.

Ivar is having a hard time at work because of it all. He tells you his mother isn’t pleased with him at all. He keeps most of the details to himself but he is definitely more stressed than usual.

You spend every spare seconds with each other, at your place. It doesn’t appear that your place is known to the media yet so it becomes your safe haven.

You find relief in each other. Every chance you get you are making each other come to try and release some of the tension. You try to avoid going out together in public, but having to hide away is not healthy for your new relationship. You aren’t doing the normal things new couples do, dating, getting to know each other outside the bedroom.

On a lazy Sunday afternoon you're both fed up with being cooped up inside.

“Let’s go out, Ivar. I can’t be in these four walls anymore. Let’s go out and get some lunch, go for a walk, let’s just go anywhere, I’m going crazy in here!” Your hands fly up in exasperation.

A massive smile cracks out on Ivar's face, “that’s my girl! Screw them baby, let’s just live our lives!”

You get ready and head out for a walk into town, you end up finding a street market and shop for things for dinner. It's so wonderfully cliched and normal; walking hand in hand, his arms around you, his face buried in your hair breathing you in. You barely notice if people are looking at you or not.

You head into your favourite pizza place for lunch and hear a massive roar of clapping and whooping when you walk in. You look over in the direction it’s coming from and it’s Iris, Sadie and a bunch of your other friends.

“Oh crap, that’s all my friends. I promise I didn’t know they were here!” You turn to Ivar and say, he just laughs at you.

“Shall we join them?” He asks. You smile and nod at him, he seems quite relaxed about it.

You head to the table and Iris stands up, walks straight past you and pulls Ivar in for a crushing hug.

“Don’t worry about me, Iris. Jesus!” You laugh. Sadie heads over and gives you a hug.

“So nice to see you, stranger! I had forgotten what you look like, it’s been weeks,” Sadie says to you, a slight scold in her tone.

“I know, I’m sorry, it’s been a very weird few weeks. All of the attention has been making me super uncomfortable,” you admit to her quietly. You look over to Iris who is still hugging Ivar.

“Iris, do you want to put him down?” you joke.

“Not really hun, he’s very huggable,” she pokes her tongue out at you and turns back to him. “You really are very good looking aren’t you?” He laughs, looking at you and a blush covers his cheeks.

“Come and sit down, we've been looking forward to meeting you!” Sadie tells him.

You spend the rest of the afternoon sitting in the restaurant with your friends, eating and drinking. You can tell by the way they react to Ivar that he has won them over, he is relaxed in their presence and hilariously funny. A massive feeling of pride swells in your chest as you watch him charm everyone.

“I must say, Ivar. You don’t seem anything like your reputation.” Sadie giggles at him. He turns towards her with the deepest scowl on his face you have ever seen, his face is tipped down and he is staring at her menacingly through his eyebrows. She lets out a terrified squeal and Ivars face breaks into laughter.

“Jesus, there he is,” Sadie exclaims.

“I’ve been a lot happier recently so the asshole side of me hasn’t come out for a while,” he tells Sadie then looks at you and smiles. You can almost hear Sadie swoon. You actually hear Iris pretend to puke then laugh. You smile back at him, blushing.

When it’s time to leave, Ivar warmly hugs everyone. “Iris, I will pass on your number to Hvitserk” and winks at her. You look at her quizzically.

“Oh, you think you're the only one that can pull a Lothbrok?” she retorts, leaving the table in fits of laughter.

It’s dark when you leave, not a photographer in sight.

“We needed that, didn’t we, Y/N?” He asks you.

“We did,” you give him a big kiss, “I’m missing your dick though, this is the longest we’ve been together without you being inside me. Let’s go home.”

—————-

“So, this annual ball thingy at his company is coming up and he’s been practically on his knees begging me to go for the last two weeks,” Sadie and Iris look at you curiously.

“Yeah, so what’s the issue?” Iris asks.

“There’s a red fucking carpet, that’s the issue. Apparently loads of famous people go every year,” you say with a worried look on your face. Iris squeals in excitement.

“No Iris, it’s not a good thing. It’s terrifying. What if I trip over, what if I have a nip slip, what if I fuck up in some way and embarrass him, and myself?!” You wave your hands around trying to get your point across.

“Yeah that would be bad,” Iris says seriously, catches the look of shock on your face and bursts out laughing. “Of course you won’t do any of those things! Have you told him you will go? You have to go with him. I will if you won’t,” she winks at you.

“Just do it, Y/N you will be fine,” Sadie says in a soft, encouraging voice.

“I haven’t said yes or no yet, but I have been on the lookout for a dress and I’ve found this..” You take out your phone and show them a picture of a long gown, clinging to the curves of the model beautifully.

“It’s nice, but it’s quite simple,” says Iris with a wrinkle in her nose, you give her a smirk and narrow your eyes the swipe to the next picture.

“YES!!!” they both shout at once! You are showing them the back of the dress, or lack thereof. It’s almost backless, the fabric starting again dangerously close to the model's ass. You nod and smirk at their reaction.

“It's amazing, right?!” You ask them.

“Oh. Oh!! Do you know what would make it more amazing?! I’m going to make you a necklace, a long string of zirconias that you can wear running down your back. Let me, let me!” Sadie pleads.

“Go on, let her, Ivar can use it like a lead in the bedroom after,” Iris says playfully, winking at Sadie. You burst out laughing.

“Not really the intended use for one of my creations but do with it what you will,” Sadie says, trying to be prim and proper but with a devilish glint in her eye.

“Sadie, thanks so much, I would really love that, you know I love all your jewellery.” You blow a kiss at her.

“I’ll get the dress then, I will let him know I am going to go,” you squeal in excitement.

You send him a quick message.

I will go with you to the ball ❤️

His reply is instant.

Good girl 😉

His response has you chuckling. “He’s happy,” you tell the girls.

Chapter 13

[dragon-chica]

A Relationship with Rat/Jacob Lester...

Podcast: Archive 81

Some people just write for popular/living fandoms...then there's what I'm doing out here with podcasts... This is written a lot differently that I have done before, but I think it fits nicely.

I have not finished Archive81 so may not be fully in character, but I wrote all this at work and was happy with it. Enjoy.

Dan is somewhat of his proudest creation and Rat loves gushing to you about all he can do or might be able to do, or might not. It may get a little repetitive, but you humor him to get to watch his joy in doing so.

Whether you are human or not, Rat is often confused at such emotions and the care he feels towards you, but you also seem to feel the same, and that's very enjoyable. He is happy with you.

If you are one of his creations, oh how wonderful. He is even more helpful to your curiosities to your new self.

The others are very weirded out by his interest then obvious infatuation with you.

First by his eager fascination, whether you're human or not, he's never been quite this "bad" with someone, and Clara and Lou try to guide you away from him at times.

They find his crush very disturbing, and with a shiver down their spines of "at least it's not me" and "oh that poor soul"

Even more horrified that you reciprocate it.

You have been asked if you're okay or if something was Done to you.

But you really are a good match together, even if you don't always understand and can't match his energy, Rat will fit himself to you as well.

If he is cross with someone he usually ends up pouting silently, and will likely come to you for company while he broods.

If he is cross with you, he isn't sure what to do, he does not like being angry with you, and usually goes to you about these things. He gets over it quickly if left alone though.

If you are mad at him he will pout, somewhat cutely (at least to you) and follow you closely like a puppy that got in trouble while you ignore him.

He is definitely very touchy, and affectionate. In his own ways of course.

He knows all the rooms in the outpost and will gladly show you each and every one.

And of course ask you to come exploring with him when new ones appear so you can experience them together.

He knew you were sad and missed music and apologized to you that listening to things are dangerous here, but asked Dan if he found anything safe if you might be able to listen to it too.

He tries humming to you are times.

You once told him his giggles were like music to you and it is the first time anyone has seen him blush.

There are many beautiful things here and he wants to show you them all, and he watches your reactions and finds them even more beautiful.

If you were to leave the company, he would follow you, and if you were to stay, he would be by your side.

If you were to decide on a name you thought would fit him nicely, whether a word or thing or name, it would only be for you to use. Others may call him Rat, you may call him Rat, he is often called many things, but he will remind them that that name is his only to you.

He can be very hyper (minded and physically) and speed off, but quickly backtracks when he realizes you are not beside him to go get you.

If you eat and if you sleep he is very happy to join you while you do so and watch.

It has been so long since he needed to eat and has mostly forgot anything about foods but asks for your favorites and what you think of each meal and he always remembers.

He remembers everything about you and what you tell him, you are very special to him after all.

He would do anything for you, even breaching contract. Even lying.

Rat, for all people think of him, disturbing and unnerving, annoying or creepy, no one would say he is unloyal after watching him with you.

You are his first priority when the Curator starts hunting in the outpost.

If you are one of his creations, despite how proud of you he is and how much he enjoys creating and thinking of his creations, he does not like thinking about your pained screams when you were being made, even though what you were made into is so beautiful.

He would listen to Dan's podcast with you if you were there beforehand, or would gladly take you to listen with him again through patreon, excited to show you how fun it was before.

[wisegalaxysweets]

Class of 2008: Chapter 1

Here is the first chapter of the Larry fic I am working on. It is on my AO3, but I am also posting the chapters here for those that prefer it. 

pairing: Bad Boy!Harry Styles x Football Captain!Louis Tomlinson

rating: G (this fic will have eventual smut, but this chapter does not) 

word count: 3k

a/n: This fic is set at the start of the school year in 2007 where Louis Tomlinson is captain of the football team and the new freshman wearing leather, lots of rings, and sporting curly hair begins occupying his mind. 

The hallways were filled with a buzz of excitement as the new year began. Just like every year when summer ended and classes started up again, all of the energy that had been spread across the small town was now housed in one building. Hundreds of teenagers reuniting with friends and enemies alike. 

Louis walked through the familiar corridors that he knew and had come to love after the past three years. There was a sort of charm to the old decrepit building that made it feel like another home to him. The squeaky lockers, the wooden floors, colors on the walls that hadn’t been updated since 1985. All that time made it a little bittersweet stepping through the doors this morning. 

“There he is! Big man on campus!” The loud voice boomed behind Louis causing him to turn and see his friend Mike just as he was scooped into a crushing embrace, the larger boy lifting him off his feet. He questioned how the quarterback was able to wear his letterman jacket in such hot weather, the old age of the building not giving much solace from the August heat outside. 

“You act like you haven’t seen me at practice for the last month man.” Louis quips as he is placed back on the ground only to be jostled around, the rest of his teammates shoving him with their shoulders. 

“Yeah but we are officially seniors now and that makes you, our totally awesome captain, the big man on campus!” All of the boys cheering around Louis, and causing a general raucous, has him folded over with laughter. 

This was his favorite way to start the school year, even if he felt a twinge of sadness that this was his last year of high school. He liked it here. Not just his friends, but he liked his classes, he enjoyed being popular and having somewhere to go where people liked him and looked up to him. It wasn’t that he was top of his class, but he did well in school and that was good enough for him. 

“Don’t forget Mike,” Tom, the tight end, chimes in, “Lou here is not only a senior, but he also has the smokenest babe on campus for his arm candy!” The boys hoot and holler crudely at the remark of Louis’ girlfriend Jennifer. She may be cheer captain, and they may be going on three years of dating, but Louis still doesn’t love it when the guys comment on her looks.

“Ok ok enough of that you animals. Jen is more than a pretty face, she is sweet and far more intelligent than you lot.” Louis thinks back to growing up with Jen and knowing her far before he ever asked her out. People thought they were the perfect match even before they were dating so it only made sense when he finally made it official the summer before their freshman year. 

“Yeah and probably a minx in the sack!” One of the other boys shouts as he slaps Louis over the back, causing him to glare back. 

He was never one to objectify women or play into the pig-headedness of the guys that he surrounded himself with every day. It was something he prided himself on and he never saw the appeal. Most of the cheerleaders said that made him a really sweet guy.

“You guys really don’t help the football player stereotype when you make comments like that.” Louis shakes his head as the guys all giggle and grin at the childish comment. 

As the guys say their goodbyes to head towards home room, their captain is stopped in his tracks as he lays eyes on a tall, curly haired biker, sporting a leather jacket, unusually tight jeans, and aviators. The figure whisks by him as if he weren’t even there, leaving a cloud of heavenly sweet musk. 

Louis has never seen anyone like him before in his life, and while he thinks he should probably be scared of the boy, he finds himself intrigued and wanting to know him more. He feels like he was almost transported back in time seeing some greaser that used to walk the halls of the school, but there were barely people who dressed like that in the year 2007.

“Lou!” The high pitched voice of his girlfriend pulls him out of his trance, turning on his heel to meet her as she approaches his locker. “Happy first day of senior year!” She bounces lightly on her toes and places a gentle peck on his cheek in greeting.

“Hey Jen, you too. How are you feeling about this year?” Louis opens his locker to find the books for his first few classes before lunch.

“I’m really looking forward to the season this year and I can’t wait for prom!” Jen’s blonde ponytail swinging behind her with excitement. 

Prom. 

Louis had almost completely forgotten. Every year their school made a big fuss about prom. Not only with themes and decorations, but with warning the seniors that they shouldn’t drink and drive. Going so far as to have a smashed up vehicle sit on the front lawn of the campus for the month leading up to the end of the school year. 

There was so much pressure around prom and the expectations of what the seniors should or shouldn’t do with their last big school sanctioned dance before they leave for good. It wasn’t like the captain of the football team was planning on getting shitfaced and joyriding on prom night, but still he wanted to have fun. Louis just smiles and nods his head, hoping that will suffice as a response to his girlfriend.

--

The first half of the day flies by with teachers introducing themselves and giving a brief synopsis of what they have planned for the school year. It isn’t long before all of the students are filing into the old cafeteria, splitting off into their cliques like they do every year. Round tables surrounded by geeks, freaks, and barbie wannabes alike. The football team sits together just like they always do, their cheerleading girlfriends hanging around their necks or perched upon their laps. They may be a loud group, but they are well liked and Louis doesn’t seem to mind their crude behavior since he is so used to it. 

His eyes are caught once again across the sea of teenagers by the tall boy with the leather jacket. He must be new, Louis thinks as he watches the figure glide to an empty table at the back of the room. He doesn’t even realize he is staring until the curly headed boy lowers his sunglasses, locking his gaze with Louis’, revealing the most enchanting eyes he has ever seen. 

He chokes on his milk, liquid sputtering out of his mouth when those eyes toss a wink in his direction. A shocked screech comes from Jen who was on the receiving end of the spit take that has the rest of the football team laughing obnoxiously. Their captain gets up, milk still flowing from his face as he runs off to the bathroom to clean himself up. 

Louis can’t get his mind off of those eyes for the rest of the school day. The words of his teachers are mumbles just droning in the back of his mind. 

As the last bell rings, he finds himself back in his yearly routine getting changed in the locker room for his after school football practice. Louis’ thoughts are still on the stranger, leaving him to be the last person heading out of the locker room and towards the field. 

The cheerleading squad chants in the distance as Louis makes his way down the sidewalk. The blue sky above is free of clouds, the sun shining brightly in his face. He walks distractedly down the path, his attention only being caught by a figure only recently becoming familiar. 

The tall stranger is sitting on top of his ridiculously macho Harley, gaze following Louis as he locks eyes with him. Sitting on the blacktop near the football field, a slight smirk curls the edges of his mouth when he realizes the football player has seen him. Their staring contest is interrupted only by a rock that trips Louis causing him to fall flat on his face. 

He lifts himself up with a groan only to see the gorgeous boy that he was looking at, laughing hysterically before driving off with a revved engine. Small bits of gravel being kicked up in his wake. 

The football captain curses as he brushes the dirt off himself and jogs to meet up with the rest of his team. Thank god no one had seen his embarrassing fall. No one except the mysterious stranger, that is. 

Why was he even here? Louis couldn’t wrap his head around the stranger and found practice a little more difficult as his mind fell back to the pair of emerald eyes he couldn’t seem to shake.

Who just laughs at someone else’s clumsy behavior like that? More than anything Louis is slightly annoyed. He continues to dwell on the moment long after practice has ended and he has changed back into his regular clothes. 

“What kind of asshole just watches and laughs as someone faceplants?” Louis asks himself as he gets in his car to head home. He feels this annoyance turn to irritation and resolves that his previous interest in getting to know the stranger was wrong. His tires squeal slightly as he drives home with a bit too much fervor and rage.

It isn’t until he has flopped onto his bed later that evening that he resolves to not let the handsome jerk take up any more of his brain power. He had barely been able to get through his homework without thinking of the long haired boy and he couldn’t stand it any longer. 

Nope he won’t think of those deep green eyes. 

Weeks pass by like normal and Louis gets over his humiliation. There are similar staring contests as the two walk through the musty old hallways, but he doesn’t entertain the stranger too long so as not to fall over himself again. He would hate to ruin the wooden floors throughout the school that he loved.

“Tomlinson.” The gruff voice pulls him from his thoughts as he looks to his teammate Mike across the lunch table. “Do you know Styles or something?” Mike chewed almost like a cow on his hamburger, jaw moving from one side to the other.

“Styles?” He questions with a raised brow. Not knowing what he was referring to. 

“Yeah, you two are always burning holes into each other’s heads. You know him?” Realization dawned on him that his friend was talking about the gorgeous asshole that had laughed at him. Louis glanced briefly over to the table of the boy in question to see him talking lightly with the few friends he had made in the past few weeks at school. Not that Louis really noticed, he wasn’t keeping tabs on the guy or anything.

“Oh uh not really, he’s kind of rude isn’t he?” He took a careful sip of his milk, not wanting a repeat spit take like the one that had happened on the first day of school.

“Who, Harry?” James, the team’s wide receiver chimed in. “He just moved in down the street from me. His family is pretty nice. He mostly keeps to himself though so I don’t know much else.”

Harry Styles

Finally a name to put with the attractive jerk that he had been silently staring at for weeks. 

“Well he gives me a weird vibe.” Tom decided to join in on the conversation. 

“He’s not horrible, maybe a little standoffish at first, but I’ve said hi to him a few times in passing. Nothing like the staring contests you and him have, Tomlinson.” James nudges into Louis’ side at his remark. The other guys chuckling.

“He laughed at me.” Louis blurts out before he can stop himself. He mentally facepalms for saying anything. 

“Laughed at you for what?” Even Jen had joined in on the conversation now. A slight blush rose to smatter across Louis’ face as he looked around at his expectant friends waiting for an answer.

“It was nothing, I tripped on my way to practice and he just laughed at me. Like what kind of asshole does that?” The guys laughed a little before shushing one another as their captain glared daggers at them.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry. He does seem mean.” His girlfriend moved even closer into his side than she already was to lay a comforting hand over his shoulder. He wasn’t a coward and he didn’t realize how much Harry laughing at him had actually bruised his ego. So what if he was hot and had a face carved like a statue? Louis was going to give him a piece of his mind. 

After lunch he found the Styles boy at his locker, all gorgeous and gangly with his curly hair and tight jeans. Ugh. Louis stomped up and was annoyed at how much he had to crank his neck back to look at the taller boy. 

“Styles, right?” Those eyes he knew well by now glanced down at him before returning to his locker. What could he possibly be focusing on? This biker wannabe couldn’t possibly be a good student or care about his classes for that matter so what about his locker was so interesting. Louis huffed in frustration that the taller boy wouldn’t even acknowledge him.

“You’re Harry Styles, right?” He repeated, a little louder than necessary. Not even a glance in Louis’ direction before Harry closed his locker, turned on his heels and walked away. 

The football captain was confused more than anything. Had he just been ignored? It wasn’t often that people would ignore his existence. If anything he got quite a lot of attention. He tried not to let it go to his head, but with being captain of the football team and a decent student, it came with the territory. Rarely could he walk the halls and not have people calling his name in greeting at every turn. Students and teachers alike. 

So to his surprise, the badass wannabe who had already laughed at him once was now not even going to give him the time of day? 

Well fine, two can play at that game. 

[Game On - Disciple]

Jen’s blonde hair swayed gently along with the rest of her body as she lay half off of Louis’ bed, her book for English class in her line of sight suspended above in outstretched arms. Gentle music played through Louis’ boombox on the radio that he had turned on while they worked on their homework. 

The start of September brought earlier nights causing the sun to already be setting even before it was late in the evening. Golden rays streamed through the bedroom window and onto the papers that Louis had spread across his desk. His pencil eraser tapped over the equations from his advanced calculus homework that he had yet to fill out. His mind had been elsewhere. 

He hadn’t told anyone about his exchange with Harry - or lack thereof. Along with ignoring the boy, he wouldn’t complain about him to anyone either. It was becoming harder not to think about him though. There was so much about him that puzzled Louis. He didn’t want to ask anyone about him either because he was ignoring him. Right?

“Do you want to go to the mall this weekend?” Jen’s voice interrupted his thoughts as she sat up on his bed, looking at him now.

“Uhh, I don’t know. Maybe, I think some of the guys wanted to go see that new Superman: Doomsday movie that comes out this weekend,” Louis had found himself spending less time with his girlfriend lately. He didn’t know why, but there was a sudden loss in interest on his part. He felt a weird feeling that he had been playing some sort of role and he was getting exhausted. There was a twinge of guilt as he blew Jen off and he could see the slight hurt in her eyes. “But whichever day they don’t want to go we can go to the mall that day.”

Jen perked up at that and smiled at her boyfriend. “Ok!”

–

Saturday rolled around and there was just something about going to the movies with his friends that had Louis relaxed before their big game that evening. The next few games were crucial if their team wanted to make it to the championship in December. As team captain, Louis always felt a little more pressure to be on his game so having time to hang out with his friends was important to him. 

The guys were messing around while waiting in line at the concession stand to get their popcorn and candy when Louis spotted the familiar head of curls that had been haunting him for days. He had gotten over being ignored by Harry. Really, he had. He wasn’t dwelling on it, he was at the movies with his friends wasn’t he? But that didn’t stop him from staring again like he always did. Normally he would try to be more discreet about it, but he wasn’t playing around anymore. His eyebrows were knit closely as he stared a little too intently. Harry wasn’t even glancing in his direction and so Louis was content on looking at the boy angrily. 

He knows how strange he must look and maybe this isn’t quite ignoring Harry like he told himself he would, but there is only so much he can do when the biker had started walking towards Louis and his friends. That sweet musky smell overtook Louis’ senses again as the taller boy whisked by, without even a small look at Louis. 

He was really amazed, he hadn’t done anything to the new boy to cause him to act like this. There was no reason he should be ignored and it was starting to get on his nerves. There wasn’t much he could do about it with the big game tonight so he took a deep breath and put it out of his mind so he could relax and have some fun with his friends. 

–

The excitement leading up to a game never changes. No matter how many games Louis plays and no matter how important the game is to their team. He loves to feel the buzz that thrums through the stadium as fans sit in anticipation of what is about to begin. 

Coach had given a rousing pep-talk before the game, but it seemed to go in one of Louis’ ears and out the other. He feels the world fade around him as he leads his team through the tunnel out to the field. Muted roars of applause and cheers slowly bring him back to reality as the team runs onto the field, determined to take this game by the balls. 

Louis has never been more in his element and has never been more ready to lead his team to victory. At least he thought he was, but just as the guys all headed to formation for their first play, he looked up to the crowd for one last burst of confidence and then he saw him. Harry was sitting in the stands on the home side with the rest of the student body. 

Louis didn’t expect to see him there and he could be hallucinating from all of the excitement of the game, but he could swear there is a smile on Harry’s lips. 

No, no he can’t be thinking about Harry right now. He has a game to play. 

There was a sort of determination behind every snap and move from Louis as he played the game and kept his eyes hard set on the field and away from the crowd in the stands. The need to focus on anything other than Harry up amongst his other classmates pushed Louis to lead his team through three successful plays all before half-time. 

“Tomlinson! What has gotten into you?!” Coach slapped him on the back as the team ran off to the sidelines at half-time. Louis just shrugged at the question. What was he supposed to say? “I’m ignoring this hot guy in the stands so my focus is better than usual”? Yeah that would make total sense. But none of this really made sense in the first place. There was no logical reason that Louis was dwelling on Harry. The second half of the game went much like the first.

[purplesurveys]

1907

Do you like hot chocolate? Eh, mostly no but there is one kind of hot chocolate that I enjoy and when I do have this drink it has to be that and only that. Otherwise I'm most likely to refuse because all other hot chocos I've tried are either too watery, or not as rich as I would like.

Who was the last person to promise you something, and what was it? Angela promised to send photos from her architect oathtaking ceremony, which she did. She also invited me to come attend the entire thing itself, but I insisted that she let it be a moment between just her and her family, and Hans. We can always celebrate after :)

Who is someone you’ve made a bad first impression on? LOL my first ever job interview. The guy who interviewed me was one of the account directors himself, so pretty high up – and I made the stupid decision to extend my hand to shake his. Problem is that was in September 2020, when touching anyone or just getting too close was one of the most reckless things you can do. Needless to say I was a red flag right off the bat, he probably just proceeded with the interview out of politeness, and they never contacted me after.

Who is your best guy friend? Hans.

Do you think walruses are cute? Yes!

Do you read cereal boxes while you’re eating? Not cereal specifically, but I'll read the nutritional information for other foods or snacks I have just because.

What’s the last thing you accidentally (or purposely) burnt? I've never burned anything.

Have you ever given birth? I most definitely have not.

Do you enjoy making out? It felt nice whenever it happened.

What’s your favorite food to put ketchup on? Just eggs for me. I don't really like ketchup.

Do you know anyone who works in a laboratory? No one I can think of off the top of my head.

What was the very first social media site you signed up for? Either Twitter or Myspace, I can't really remember.

Can you see yourself marrying your current partner? (if you have a partner) I don't have a partner and don't plan on having one.

Do you have commitment issues? I don't at all. I'm just completely checked out of relationships at this point. Once is enough, and I find no point in risking it all for another try round lest I find myself in extreme pain again.

Are there any flowers planted outside your house? My mom has a few flowers and plants, yes. Can't tell you what they are, though.

Does anyone in your family smoke? I know a couple.

What’s an opinion you find impossible to take seriously? Most issues that have to do with people having opinions on bodies that aren't theirs. No uterus, no opinion; not your body, not your tattoos. That kind of stuff.

What is the highest name-brand thing you own? I dunno. Tiffany & Co maybe? It's my mom's but I use her stuff a lot haha. As for my own purchases, nothing. I feel like I don't deserve to spoil myself that much yet.

What are you scared to death of? Plane crashes that will inevitably lead to death. Being caught in a terrorist attack. Being the victim of abduction/rape/trafficking. Getting shot or stabbed.

Where is your favorite place to go out to eat? Mama Lou's is nice because it's never too crowded and the service has been consistent regardless which branch I'm in. I would've gone for Yabu too, but as much as I love their food I don't really like their ambience because they do get a lot of messy and noisy families lol.

What is one thing that you constantly think about (other than material things)? Work. Just always thinking about the next tasks to do, the next milestones to achieve, overthinking about what things I could've done better, etc.

Does your job allow visible tattoos? They do. I have several teammates with tattoos on their arms and it's never been an issue. PIercings and dyed hair, too.

What Hogwarts House are you in? I usually get Ravenclaw from the people I ask.

Do you delete people from Facebook if their views are vastly different than yours? If vastly different means having different values to the point of stepping on other people's freedom or choices, yes, I definitely unfriend.

What are three things you have been a victim of? Catcalling, gaslighting, emotional abuse.

What is your passion? Writing. My favorite thing to say about it is that it's the only thing I know how to do; nothing else can better encapsulate my love for writing than that statement. Like I get burned out often in my work, but I stay because it's given me the most chances to write and keep writing.

Are you dating someone? Nope.

Have you been bullied? I was teased a lot for my name and for my short hair when I was a kid, and while it seems like such a small matter, the teasing was just so relentless that I processed it and now remember it as plain bullying. I honestly blame it as the main reason for my shyness today, and my continued hesitation to introduce myself to people. I also hated my name for a very long time and didn't come to terms with it until college where people were a lot more accepting.

Do you still cross paths with your first crush ever? She's my friend on Facebook but we haven't talked in years. Doesn't help that she's never on social media either.

Who are some of the most selfish people you have ever met? My deadbeat ass uncle. I can't even begin to write half the shit he's known to do and annoyingly gets away with on a daily basis.

Have you ever seen a spirit/ghost/shadowy figure, etc.? No.

Do you have regrets? Sure.

Do you have an ex-friend that you miss? No.

What is something a lot of people like but you don’t? Fruits.

How many people have you kissed? One.

How many of those people are you still friends with? Zero.

Where did you go, the last time you left your house? I went to the pet salon so Agi can get trimmed; while waiting for him I went to the coffee shop next door so I can get some work in.

Who has the nicest singing voice, that you know personally? Maggie.

Are you afraid to sing in front of people? Yes, because I can't!

Do you enjoy the presence of children? I have no patience for them for the most part.

Do you know anyone who has changed their first name? People my age rebrand ALL THE TIME lol. Like there are people from high school who changed their nicknames in college, then by the time they started working I'd find out they've changed the name they prefer to go by again. I don't know anyone who's legally changed their first name, though.

What was the last necklace you wore? Continued last night. Probably one of my mom's Tiffanys. I dunno. I don't wear necklaces much.

What was the last carbonated drink you had? Beer.

Does anyone in your family have schizophrenia? They don't.

What was your favorite book you ever read for a school assignment? Without Seeing the Dawn was one of the VERY few books that did not feel like a chore to read. Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing was also a lot of fun!

In contrast, even though it wasn't asked, the worst for me was Holes. I despised that book to the ends of the earth.

Have you ever been in an abandoned house? No.

Do you have any plans for tomorrow? Unfortuntely I will have work.

Do you like cucumber? If it's not cucumber kimchi, no.

What’s the last sitcom you watched? I've been rewatching Friends again, which I can say is 100% because of a Friends-themed trivia night I joined a week ago. I wanted to prepare for the trivia night by taking some quizzes here and there, and doing so made me feel like watching the series one more time.

What was the last thing you wrote down in the notes app on your phone? A password.

Do you still have Facebook? If so, how often do you check it? Yeah well it remains very common here, so. I check it 3-5 times a day.

How many times in your life have you been in love? Just once.

Do you like your name? I love it. I'm the only one I know that has my combination of names.

Do you know anyone who had to have tubes put in their ears as a baby? I've never heard of that procedure.

Were either of your parents baptized? Yes, both in the Catholic faith.

The last concert that you were at, was there a mosh pit? Nah but they've got something very similar with the never-ending Aju Nice. That shit WIPED ME OUT lmao we must have done 15 rounds...

Has anyone killed one of your pets before? No. I don't want to know what I'd do if that happened.

Does your bathroom have a theme to it? No, it's just a plain clean bathroom with some accents here and there but no main theme.

Are any rooms in your house themed? Nope.

When you are eating fast food, do you tend to get burgers or chicken? Burgers, much easier to eat. I seldom eat fried chicken because I find it tedious to make my way around the bones and stuff lol.

If you were to join one of the armed forces, which would it be? If they had a PR arm I would go for that as I want to avoid being anywhere near the action lmao.

Have you ever been to see stand up comedy? Yes! It was a lot of fun but I was used as the subject for one of the bits, which I didn't like. I wish comedians didn't do that, or I wish they had at least asked if I was comfy enough with it.

Do you believe there used to be dragons? No.

Who’s your favorite god from ancient history? I like Apollo just because of the way Rick Riordan wrote him out in the Percy Jackson series haha.

What was the last present you received? My aunt, bless her heart, got me a John Cena shirt because she knew I like wrestling. Cena's merch is nowhere near the top 5 merch I'd buy to be very honest, but I still really appreciate the gift and the thought!

Could you ever have an affair with a married person? Never.

When was the last time you climbed a tree? I've never done that. Most trees are have a bunch of red ants crawling on them anyway lol.

Are you cool with swimming in a lake? Theoretically I would be, but our bodies of water here are mostly dirty so I haven't tried doing it.

Do you listen to any talk shows or podcasts? I will tune in if there's a guest I like and would be stoked to hear from for an hour straight, but I don't subscribe to any podcasts on like a per-episode basis. My attention span spaces out after five minutes :/

Are you waiting to have sex until you’re married? I didn't.

Do you believe the Holocaust happened? Yes. It's frustrating enough that this is even a point of contention.

Are you someone who actually likes to babysit children? No.

Are you waiting for something to arrive in the mail? Kind of, yeah.

Do you like coconut flavored things? I only like coconut milk in certain foods but other than I steer away from anything coconut. Tastes terrible.

Have you ever met a famous author before? I'm sure I've met a few local ones; my memory's just failing me at the moment.

Do you know anybody who has been raped before? Yeah.

List all the stores you’ve been in this past month. 7-Eleven and a few groceries.

Does/did either of your parents serve in the military? They don't and never have.

Do you like sour candy? Very selectively.

Do you like McDonalds? I do, but it's just that I've had it so often this year that I haven't really been looking for it these days lol. I'm just waiting for the McSpicy to come back.

Do you have a Steam account? Nope.

What do you think of Fifty Shades of Grey? I'm indifferent.

Do you swear in front of children? I will slip sometimes and feel terrible about it.

Have you ever had an STD? Nope.

What do you hear right now? Just my fan whirring. I also hear an airplane passing by outside, and just a few seconds ago there was the ice cream man and his jingle.

Have you ever been ice skating? Yes. I did it a lot as a kid.

How many pillows do you sleep with? Two.

What’s the worst thing you have ever done? Projecting my personal insecurities toward my ex and treating most things as a competition.

Have you been to an escape room? Was it a success? No, I find the concept boring. I don't really like puzzles heh...

Ever performed on stage? Was it scary or amazing or both? I've done it only because it was mandatory for us to do so lol. I was indifferent towards it and usually couldn't wait until our part was over.

What was the last animal/pet that you met? Max, the puspin that we adopted.

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Now I’ll finally show the new character designs from yesterday.

First and most importantly, this guy. I haven’t given him a name, but I currently know that he’s supposed to be a spy that doesn’t live in the area (I was thinking he’d be an MI6 or other spy agent). He’s definitely colder and more calculating than Leland (who I may rename) and even Lou. I think he’s an antagonist, even if he does investigate like the Robo Sleuths do (he hates the Robo Sleuths, by the way). He’s also British.

I was thinking of your typical spy when I designed him, but I also pulled inspiration from the Cozmo robot I have in terms of the screen face.

The other major character sketch page I have is this lady (who, looking now, I may call Joanne or Joan). I was inspired by the ‘housewife’ prompt @esteebarnes94 gave on the post I asked for character ideas ((I hope you don’t mind me tagging you)). Right now she doesn’t do much in terms of stories, she’s just a regular housewife who’s just a little bit crazy.

…y’know, just a little bit.

I’m thinking she could be either a client of the Robo Sleuths or a suspect of the Robo Sleuths. Or who knows, maybe both?

Here are some of the more minor, but still new, character designs:

On the far left is some guy I’m currently calling Gunner. I was initially inspired by the “loan shark” prompt from @papercutzo but now I’m thinking he fits more into the “mob family” category (@joofie404), although he’s not related in anyway to Veronica or Cathy. He has a similar initial personality to Rodney, but unlike Rod who’s trying to be threatening but really isn’t, Gunner has a more friendly demeanor but is actually really dangerous. Also, he’s supposed to have an accent. It’s American, but I can’t pinpoint what kind of American I want it to be. (Maybe Bostonian or New Yorker?)

On the middle left page and the left of the right page is a quiet lady who is currently unnamed, but who I know works for the actual big bad of the series.

That ‘Lucy’ character is a shady gardener. That’s all I know about her right now.

Sonny Daytime is a news reporter/game show/talk show host guy whose name I’m SO glad hasn’t been taken.

The lady beside him is called ‘Sonny Daytime’s Wife’ partially because I can’t think of her name and partially because it fits her character of being overshadowed by Sonny himself. She wouldn’t go as far as to murder him (since she does love him), but she’s not against the idea of framing him to get her spotlight back. Once again at the time of typing this I got the idea that maybe she and Sonny performed separately, but after they performed together and eventually got married, everyone cared about Sonny’s performance over hers.

The robot girl I have drawn before, but the guy in the glasses is probably named. Milton. I dunno.

That’s all the new characters for now… I think I’m enjoying the series the more the cast expands.

And if you have any name ideas please let me know! :)