#meanwhile Mike is facepalming like

[blackashbluephoenix]

Offscreen season 5 conversation between Mike and Harvey, probably.

(Sweet, forgiving, too decent) Mike: Hey I know this bit with Trevor's gonna be tough and I understand you have to attack his credibility but he did used to be my oldest friend so maybe try to leave some shread of his dignity intact?

Harvey: (with a shark like smile and a malicious glint in his eyes that suggests he has been preparing for this exact moment since birth)

Harvey: No.

[mimjandoodlesstuff]

And I realised I should’ve put this in the reblogs instead:

Meanwhile Daphaello (1987) is facepalming in the background. Alternatively, he's making a stupid pun. Most likely both.

But since I guess I’m on the topic of this: What would you name the 1987 fusions, since they more or less exclusively use their full names? Of course, they do very occasionally use nicknames (most prominently Don and Mike, and Mikey once I believe?—I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone refer to Leonardo or Raphael by their nicknames in the episodes I’ve seen), but I definitely think of them as a full-names-only gang.

But if I may hypothesise over a potential Daphaello for a moment:

I’m kind of curious how Raphael’s tendency to only be snarky from the sidelines and comment on others’ shortcomings or failures while still being more or less calm* would mesh with Donatello’s might-blow-up-the-city-with-exploding,-space—time-bending-pizza-sniffer-like inventions and reckless, almost aggressive but no less kind disposition. Really, I’d argue 1987 Raphael is actually his Donatello’s foil rather than Leonardo’s, so it should be interesting trying to combine them. On the most surface level it feels like the only trait they have in common is sassiness (to much different degrees) and a whole lot of puns, but I’ve hardly watched enough episodes in a while to make a perfect judgement on that. As for now, my take on their fusion would be:

I picture him wearing a colour that more strongly leans towards purple, and his voice is on the higher end (have you heard either of them speak?? Their voices are pretty high), but I’m inclined to think he sounds more like Rob than he does Barry. I guess you just kind of end up with 2012 Donnie at that point??

Daphaello is definitely the least scary Daphy, because he’s the most lacking in the raw one-on-one melee department, but he comes out pretty high by tapping into his Raphael (and to a lesser extent Donatello) snark, Donatello invention-related chaos, and raw ability to bend the rules of logic to fight effectively despite never actually hitting his opponents directly (but that goes for all six/seven of those fusions, frankly). He speaks very matter of factly, but with a very slight sneer that might just get on your nerves somewhat every now and then, and he is reasonably intelligent (even if the universe he inhabits tends to really love testing not only my intelligence, but also and more importantly, my patience).

Oh no, now I’m attached to this kid. God help me.

*(compared to other Raphaels of course—he does occasionally get more annoyed than usual and snap briefly)

What if the different daphys met, you know 2012,2003,and 2018, I imagine it would be awful and chaotic

God yeah it would be... Oh my god could you imagine... 2012 and Rise Daphy arguing with each other about to start blasting lasers at each other until 2003 Daphy shrieks at them to shut the fuck up and they both get very quiet because 2003 Daphy is the scariest one there

[localfanficwriterrainbow]

Take Care of Yourself

CW: many mentions of food- just be aware. Otherwise, enjoy!

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They had the house to themselves.

Ethel Teavee was out on… some sort of trip. She wanted a break from her “stressful life,” as she put it, leaving Mike with the house to himself.

So what did he do?

He invited his boyfriend over.

Augustus and Mike sat on the couch, waiting in baited breath at a paused screen. They had just finished a Kirby game, and had decided to 100% it. The two nodded and counted down mentally before…

There it was. The beautiful display on the file said none other than 100%

The two stood up and cheered excitedly. They’d been working on this game for a few days, and they finally had it! There it was! In the rush of the moment, Augustus picked up Mike and spun him around, the two laughing in celebration. It was then that Augustus noticed something.

He shifted Mike into a bridal carry, tossing him a bit once or twice. His expression shifted into one of more concern. Mike was still laughing, but slowly came to a stop when he opened his eyes and looked up at Augustus. He was about to ask what was going on, but his boyfriend cut him off.

“When did you eat last?”

That… wasn’t the question Mike was expecting. Well, he guessed it didn’t really matter. Maybe Augustus just wanted to have a late lunch?

“I mean- I had some chips earlier I guess-“

“No, Mike- an actual meal.”

“Uhh.. Like yesterday? I made a sandwich and stuff for dinner.”

“…and?”

“And that’s it?”

“…Mike. It feels like I’m holding a thing of grapes right now.” Augustus stated in a flat tone, contradictory to his usual upbeat self. Mike simply shrugged.

“Yeah, well, I get busy.”

“Busy? With what?

“My games! There’s so much to do, I typically don’t have time to make something.”

Augustus internally facepalmed, but was also shocked. He had to make sure of something- he set Mike down back on the couch and stood in front of him.

“How do you eat throughout the day?”

“I-uh.. I make something for lunch and just throw something together for dinner. Nothing too bad, I guess.”

“And breakfast?”

“I don’t eat it- there’s usually no time when school starts up, so I’m used to not eating in the mornings.” Mike stated simply.

Augustus paused, staring at his boyfriend. An idea came to mind, and he began making his way out of the room. “I’ll be right back. You can play a few solo minigames!” He called.

Mike looked on in confusion. “Uh… okay..? Sure..” He set up one of the minigames, and began playing on his own, trying to beat his high score.

Meanwhile, Augustus made his way to the kitchen. He looked through what the Teavees really even had to eat before finding something more simple. He took out two servings of pasta and pasta sauce and began cooking. The boy was used to the place already, which was most certainly a bonus when it came to finding kitchen utensils.

After awhile, Augustus called for Mike. Mike paused whatever he was on and made his way downstairs, only to be greeted with the smell of spaghetti and his boyfriend sitting across from his usual spot at the table. He took a seat.

“This looks great, babes, but what brought this on?” Mike asked, taking a seat. Augustus sighed.

“Liebling, you don’t have a healthy meal schedule. So, I’m here to change that!” He began diving into and explanation as the two ate together, hoping Mike would understand.

Mike was.. unsure. However, seeing how happy it made Augustus, he couldn’t say no.

“I mean- you’re not my mom, you know.”

Augustus sighed. “I’m not your mom. But, I’m your boyfriend and I still care about you and your health.”

That was.. difficult to argue. The two continued to converse throughout, shifting from topic to topic. They found themselves cuddled up and asleep soon enough. By the time morning arrived, Augustus already had breakfast on the table for the two of them.

After awhile, they found themselves on the couch, watching some TV show they both enjoyed. Mike had his head on Augustus’s lap, with one hand in his stomach and the other dangling off of the couch. Augustus absentmindedly played with Mike’s hair.

“So.. how are you feeling?” Augustus asked.

“Honestly? Kinda nauseous.” Mike responded, a bitter look on his face.

“I’m sorry, schatz. You’ll get used to it eventually. I’ll make sure of it.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Mike’s forehead. The other blushes. “I’m really proud of you.”

“…thanks.”

“For what?”

“For.. Y’know- looking out for me.”

“Of course! I always will, and I know you’ll do the same for me.”

“…I guess you’re right.”

“I know I am.”

Mike laughed playfully, and the two continued on from there. Since that day, Augustus made sure Mike had a full three meals per day. As time passed, as promised, Mike grew used to the routine.

Ethel Teavee was out again for a day, and the two found themselves eating lunch at the table. Once it was over, Augustus suddenly picked up Mike and smiled.

“This is what I was expecting!” He beamed.

Mike couldn’t help but smile back.

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A/N: If I used those German terms incorrectly, please tell me so I can fix them. I don’t mean to use them improperly if I did

[you-can-call-me-wanda]

Oblivious

Pairing: Nasty Suicide x Reader (Requested)

Author’s Note: I kinda really like this one so I hope you do too!

Nasty stood in front of the dingy mirror in the backstage dressing room, running his fingers through is somewhat dirty locks of hair. Hanoi Rocks was set to take the stage in about a half an hour, so he and the rest of the band were currently preening and prepping for the show.

Andy and Michael were the only other two in the dressing room with Nasty. They too were busy adjusting scarves and jewelry and teasing their hair.

“Hey Nasse,” Andy called from across the tiny room, not bothering to turn his gaze away from his own reflection, “Did you hear (Y/N)’s coming tonight?”

Nasty dropped his hands from his head and turned to face Andy’s form. He frowned and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

“No, why?” he asked.

Andy and Michael both looked away from what they were doing to share a smirk with the other. Nasty got the feeling they were up to something and did not like it one bit.

“What?” he pressed, now that both the other men were fully facing him with their stupid little smiles. “What is it?”

“Oh nothing,” Andy said, feigning innocence. “I just thought you’d like to know.” With that, he turned back to the mirror and began messing with the buttons of his blouse.

Now Nasty was even more confused. He turned to Michael who always seemed more reasonable than Andy in these types of situations.

“Mike,” Nasty practically whined, “why is it so important that (Y/N)’s coming to our show?”

Michael must have felt some pity for the boy because he did supply a little bit more of an answer to his question than Andy had.

“It’s really not that important,” Mike said with a sympathetic smile. “We just thought maybe you’d want to know.”

“But why?” Nasty asked again, beginning to grow frustrated with all the secretive looks his mates were sharing and their avoidance of answering the question. “Just tell me,” he demanded, crossing his arms and setting his friends with a firm look.

“Oh my god,” Andy groaned. “It’s like everyone knows but you. I swear you and (Y/N) are the two most oblivious people I know.”

Nasty opened his mouth to ask even more questions, but Michael beat him to speaking.

“Look Nasty, we love you man, but are you really that daft? You and (Y/N) totally have the hots for each other,” Mike said whilst fixing Nasty with an exasperated look and turned away from his friend to reapply his lipstick.

Nasty, meanwhile, was having a mini aneurism. Him and (Y/N)? What? No, they were just friends. It wasn’t like that. Or was it? Suddenly, he was thinking back to all the times you and he had spent together. All those nights when you had come back to the house after a gig and stayed up with him and the guys all night. Those times where the two of you had gotten bored after everyone had gone to sleep or passed out and had gone out and rode the underground for hours, just talking and laughing. You hadn’t needed anything more than each other’s company. He thought back to the nights where the two of you got completely shit-faced after a night at the pub and danced and sang at the top of your lungs in the London streets until the neighbors threatened to call the cops. He remembered the night you came to him crying after your landlord had kicked you out. How he’d let you spend the night in his room with him. He remembered thinking how beautiful you looked, even when you were sleeping and hogging all the covers. He thought about all the hugs you had shared, all the smiles you had gifted him, and all the corny jokes you’d made him laugh with.

Oh shit. He was in love with you.

“Oh shit.”

Michael and Andy both broke out into cackling laughter at Nasty’s expense. The poor boy looked like he had come to the biggest realization of his life.

“You really didn’t know?” Andy asked through fits of laughter. “Everyone else did.”

If it was possible, Nasty’s eyes grew even wider. “What do you mean everyone else did? Does (Y/N) know?” he asked, panicking at the idea of you having realized he had feelings for you before even he did.

“Well,” Michael said, “everyone but (Y/N) knows.”

Nasty let out a small sigh of relief. Nervously, he reached up to tug at his hair. “What do I do now?” he asked his friends. “Should I say something? What if (Y/N) doesn’t like me back?” He was now stressing over how he was going to keep his cool when he saw you tonight.

Andy barked out another laugh and clapped Nasty on the shoulder. “Relax mate, (Y/N) likes you too.”

“They do?”

“Oh my god, that’s what we’ve been trying to tell you,” Michael said, resisting the urge to facepalm. “I think the two of you should talk after the show, get this all sorted out, because if this nonsense keeps going on for any much longer the rest of us are going to lose are minds.”

“Nonsense?” Nasty asked, but at this point in the conversation his mind was focused on a million different things. He liked (Y/N). (Y/N) liked him. Everyone knew. It was a lot for him to process in less than ten minutes.

“You two keep dancing around each other and the way you feel and it’s making me sick,” Andy responded. “So we’re gonna go play our show and afterwards when you see (Y/N), you are confessing your feelings,” Andy said. Nasty almost felt like he was being scolded.

“But-”

“Or I’m telling (Y/N) how you feel,” Andy threatened. “Now let’s go. It’s almost time for us to take the stage.”

 The show went by in a haze for Nasty. He played fine, but his mind was entirely elsewhere. How was he supposed to confess his feelings for you, especially when he just realized them himself? He was so caught up in his own thoughts, he barely recognized that their set had ended. It wasn’t until Sami began nudging him offstage did he realize it was over.

He knew you would be backstage waiting for him and the rest of the band. You always were when you attended one of their gigs. The six of you would leave the venue shortly after and typically hit up a pub or two afterwards.

Nasty made a beeline for the dressing room the second he stepped foot off the stage. He didn’t lift his head up and look around for you. No, he was too terrified that he’d catch your eye and have to go over and talk to you. He wasn’t ready! All that time spent thinking on stage and he still had no idea how to tell you how he felt.

Looking in the mirror, he tried to hype himself up.

It’s just (Y/N). You’ve been friends for years. You can do this.

Nasty decided to change clothes before he went to speak with you. Not only because the hot lights of the stage had made him all sweaty and uncomfortable, but because he wanted to look a little more presentable for when he saw you.

He always brought a spare shirt with him to gigs since he normally sweated through his stage clothes. It wasn’t anything fancy, just some random t shirt thrown into his bag. Now, he was wishing he had thought out what he had brought a little more carefully. There was nothing inherently wrong with the spare shirt he had brought, it just didn’t do him any favors. What was once a plain black t shirt was now a thin, faded grey shirt with various stains of unknown origin on it. Not to mention, it was a size or two too small for him.

Not really having any other choice, he threw the shirt on and examined his reflection in the mirror. He looked like he normally would when he saw you, a little sweaty, hair all tangled up, mismatched clothes and accessories thrown on. How could Andy possibly think that you would like him back? You always looked so good, so effortlessly cool and he, well he looked like a sewer rat.

A knock at the door jolted him out of his pity party.

“Come in!” he called out, assuming it was just one of his bandmates checking to make sure he wasn’t naked before barging in.

To his surprise though, it was you who opened the door to the dressing room. At the sight of your face, Nasty swallowed thickly with nerves.

“Hey,” you greeted, smiling easily, “Andy told me I could find you in here.”

“Oh,” Nasty said, trying to muster up any coherent sentence to say to you. “Oh,” he said again. He cursed himself internally for not being able to come up with anything smooth or witty.

You didn’t seem to take any notice though. Instead, you hopped up onto the table sitting in the corner of the room and took a seat.

“Andy said you wanted to talk to me,” you said, tilting your head to the side and examining the man in front of you. Nasty seemed on edge, which was unusual for him. He was normally so carefree, the life of the party. He had even appeared to be a little nervous on stage too.

“He did?” Nasty asked, not meeting your eyes. His gaze focused on your feet instead, swinging back and forth as they hung off the edge of the table.

“Yeah,” you answered, perplexed by his shy behavior. “Is something wrong? You seem off,” you pointed out.

Finally, he lifted his head to meet your worried eyes. “Um, yeah, everything’s fine,” he stammered. “I just, um, well.”

“Just what?” you urged gently. Whatever it was that was bothering your friend, you wanted to be there to help him out with it.

Nasty cleared his throat and took a deep breath. “(Y/N), I um, well, I really like you. You’re one of my best friends.”

“I really like you too dumbass,” you said with a chuckle. “That’s what you had to tell me?”

In this moment, Nasty knew he had two options. He could agree with you, laugh it off, and pretend he had nothing more to say. He could do that, or he could continue. He could tell you how he really felt. He could take the risk of losing you or making things awkward by confessing his love. He thought back to Michael assuring him that you felt the same way and Andy threatening to tell you the truth if Nasty wouldn’t. He decided to take the risk.

“Well no. That’s not all,” he said.

Nasty’s voice got all quiet and serious. You had never really seen him like this before. You straightened your back and strained to listen to what he had to say.

“I don’t know how I didn’t realize it before. I guess I just never took a step back and looked at things,” he said, biting his lip. “I guess it’s been fairly obvious to other people though,” he said, huffing out a small laugh. “I think I’m in love with you (Y/N). I want to be more than just best friends with you.”

It was silent after his confession. All you could do was stare at him. His words were still ringing in your head. Nasty loved you? Nasty wanted to be more than just friends?

Nasty took your surprised expression as a bad sign. Clearly, you hadn’t seen this coming and were trying to process what he had just revealed to you. Clearly, you didn’t feel the same.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. He swallowed the lump forming in the back of his throat and continued to apologize. “I shouldn’t have said anything at all. I’m so sorry (Y/N). Andy and Mike, they tried to tell me it was a good idea to let you know, but I shouldn’t have listened to them. God, I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

His apologies shook you out of your state of shock. You hurriedly hopped off the table you were sitting on and rushed to the rambling boy who was now looking very distraught.

“No, no, Nasty, don’t apologize!” you said, grabbing onto his upper arms. “It’s okay, nothing’s ruined.”

“How is it not ruined?” Nasty said in a much louder voice now. He was obviously getting very worked up and upset. “How can we go back to being friends after what I just said?”

You soothingly ran your hands up and down his arms, trying to calm him. “I thought you said you wanted to be more than just friends?” you asked lightly, giving his biceps a gentle squeeze.

“What?”

“I thought you wanted to be more than friends. So why does it matter if things can’t go back to the way they were before?”

Nasty looked deep into your eyes, searching for any form of deception. “What are you trying to say?” he asked.

“I’m trying to say that I think I love you too,” you said, moving your hands up to caress along his jawline. “I’m trying to say that I feel the same way.”

“Oh.”

“Oh,” you mocked.

“So, it would be okay if I kissed you?” he asked, looking down longingly at your lips.

“Please.”

[katelides]

Walking on sunshine - Bechloe Mini Fic pt 7

I realize I have not posted in a very very long time... and I am sorry... I am posting 2 chapters for this mini fic today and I am working on the next one as we speak! So I am getting back out there!!

Chapter 7: It must have been love

The girls are all getting dressed with an 80s playlist blaring in the background, getting them all in the mood. Leave it to Maddie to decide that a themed hen night is what she wants. Everyone is dressing up in vintage clothes, and tuning their hair and makeup into the selected time.

They are all having a ton of fun, messing with each other while helping simultaneously. All the girls have their own costume they are picking. Or a certain style. Aubrey and Stacy had decided to take on a prep school look with Sperry Top-Siders, to show off intelligence yet still looking sexy as hell.

Fat Amy, Maddie and Chloe had each decided on a specific outfit that resembles Cindy Lauper in some way.  Maddie even going as far as putting on a blonde wig. This only because when they were younger, they were obsessed with her hit song ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’. A motto at least 2 have lived by since.  Chloe just loved the song but couldn’t decide whether this was something she wanted to be remembered by for the rest of her life, and still isn’t.

Titziana, who is joining the gang, is sporting pooled up cringed hair. Wearing a black dress and a jean jacket on top. Showing off just enough cleavage to attract the other gender for sure. Emily, on the other hand, is wearing high-waisted jeans and a Coca Cola crop top sweater, and having her hair curled perfectly.

The girls all make it to the club around 10 PM and instantly pull each other towards the bar to take some shots. Maddie is the first one to semi reluctantly pour one down while the rest cheers her on. Shortly after the other girls, minus Emily, since she’s pretending to be pregnant for Maddie, and can’t drink.

The DJ watches the girls go loose and spots their outfits and instantly turns up the volume and blasting Fat Amy, Chloe and Maddie’s all-time favourite through the speakers. The girls go wild and head over to the dance floor, to dance until their hearts are beating like crazy. Flirting and just being free from everything. The wedding, lies, and everything that is attached to what has occurred in the past few days.

At the club, Fat Amy and Aubrey had prepared a little surprise for everyone. They had hired some strippers. Both male a female, to spice up the evening. Maddie is really put on the spot but loves every second of it. How could she not? She has two sexy firemen grinding in her lap while three real-life pilots are already being pulled aside by Back at the club, Chloe is watching her sister getting handsy with the strippers, laughing her heart out, trying to remember everything for the following day. But deep inside she knows that she should not be here, not at the club, nor in Puglia and especially not at the wedding tomorrow. She can’t do it to herself, nor to her sister. She can’t keep pretending that everything is fine when it’s not.

Chloe manages to sneak out of the club, to grab some fresh air and think things over. She wouldn’t be able to forgive herself if she would have made an irrational decision without really thinking about it. She needs to put all her feelings into a neat line. Not just for her own sake.

Meanwhile, Beca, Jesse, Mike and Benji are having a blast, walking around town in their own 80s themed costumes. Beca having chosen a simple outfit, black jeans with a white shirt, topping it off with an army band jacket. Jesse is covering his musical movie tracks and wearing a white shirt with a leather jacket and high jeans with aviator sunglasses. Mikey is keeping it cool with his hair smoothly gelled backwards and a white button-up shirt. Benji is casually wearing a coloured polo shirt tucked into his jeans.

The four of them are cruising around town, from bar to bar. Enjoying Beca’s last night as a free woman together. Eventually, they stumble into a strip club, well slightly pulling Beca towards one, not giving her a chance to change her mind or even protest.

Beca is pushed into a chair, handed over another drink and gets a brunette shoved into her lap. If it wasn’t for her wedding the following day and her still raging feelings for her fiancee’s sister. She would be at least enjoying it. Right now though, she can’t seem to let go and just sits there with a forced smile, waiting for everything to be over. The night, and especially the wedding.

She quickly excuses herself from her chair and tells her brother that she needs some air after all the alcohol she has consumed. She heads out and sits down at the edge of a fountain, just taking her time to think. Her mind keeps playing back the memories of 3 years ago, and the memories of earlier that day. Could Chloes really not feel anything for her? Did she ever, really?

Beca has been sitting outside for about 30 minutes when Jesse stumbles towards her in a slightly inebriated state. Knowing that his little sister needs some guidance or at least support. He remembers how heartbroken she was when Chloe left and how Beca had not dated for over a year after that. He was there, every night when she cried, or more to say she pretended not to cry but he knew better.

“Hey, you all right?” Jesse asks, his voice filled with concern, and slightly slurred speech.

Beca rolls her eyes and watches her brother sit down. “Yeah, I’m fine.” She says once she knows the almost drunken mess next to her is ok. The brunette looks away, her mind yet again consumed by a bright flash of red.

“What’s up Becs?” Jesse asks. Not actually receiving more than a hum from his little sister as an answer.

It takes Beca a second to really clear her thoughts before she speaks up. “Just can’t wait for the wedding to be over.” She says with a sigh. “Just wanna be married already.” That was no lie. Once the wedding is over, she can be happy with Maddie. Maybe even manage to not see Chloe ever again.

Jesse grunts at his sisters' words. “You got a whole lifetime of that, sorellina (little sister).

Rolling her eyes, Beca mumbles a quick. “I know.”

“Enjoy your last night of liberty.” Jesse gently punches Beca on her should and tries to urge her to get up. “Come on!” Falling into an uncomfortable silence, seeing his sister really grind her thoughts together about the only person she has really loved, he takes a deep breath and frowns at the following words he says. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“About what?” Beca asks, not really feeling in the mood. Nor wanting to make her brother uncomfortable.

“Look,” Jesse starts, not wanting to give up just yet. “is this about Chloe?” He asks, even though he clearly knows the answer to that question. “I’ve got to ask…” He adds when Beca looks away with an eye roll. “… have you still got feelings for her?”

Beca scoffs at the insinuation. “No, that would be really stupid. No.” She says defensively.

Clearing his throat, Jesse asks: “Are you sure?” Needing to know. He doesn’t want to see Beca, nor Maddie, hell not even Chloe hurt by this entire ordeal. When Beca doesn’t immediately say anything, Jesse just stares at her until she looks back at him.

Finally, Beca manages to breathe out a gentle “Yeah.”

“Allora…” (So…), Jesse draws out, falling into a giggle when he sees Beca’s smile coming back slowly. “Can we duct-tape you to a pole now, please?”

Beca mentally facepalms herself when she remembers her predicament. Yet it was a tradition in the family. Whoever gets married, will get duct-taped or bound to a pole. She rolls her eyes and whispers “In a minute.” Jesse takes this as a win and heads back inside to get Benji and Mike.

A few blocks away, Chloe walks out of the club into the night. Her mind filled with all and nothing at the same time. Yet one thing, one name keeps bouncing around without ever leaving Beca.

The redhead walks further away from the entrance and hides behind a corner. Tears are threatening to spill from her eyes. She starts to remember all the moments between her and Beca, how they talked even without speaking. “Lay a whisper, on my pillow. Leave the winter, on the ground.” The words all pour out of her in a rush. Remembering how she felt when Beca wasn’t there. “I wake up lonely, the stare of silence, in the bedroom, all around.”

A bad habit she had picked up over the years, yet one that could always soothe her nerves. Talking to herself when she’s alone. Pretending to be speaking to the brunette that holds her heart. “Touch me now, I close my eyes. And dream away.”

She pushes herself off the wall and starts walking to who knows where not caring about anything at that moment. “It must have been love,” Chloe quietly admits to herself, not ever having voiced the thought after having left Puglia 3 years ago. They had told each other as much, but they were young. They didn’t know what the word meant at the time. “But it’s over now.” She says almost melancholically.

“It must have been good, but I lost it somehow.” Think about the words she’s saying, the redhead becomes more confident and starts to really understand her feelings. “It must have been love, but it’s over now. From the moment we touched, till the time it ran out.”

On the other side of the small town square, Beca is still sitting at the edge of the fountain. Her mind running a million miles an hour. Trying to sort out what she and Chloe are, or better were. “Make-believing, we’re together. That I’m sheltered by your heart.” The brunette feels cheated. Hardly processing the fact that Chloe never loved her. “But in and outside I turned to water, like a teardrop in your palm.”

The brunette’s heart feels heavy. She hasn’t wrapped her head around meeting Maddie. Proposing to her so soon after they met, even though it did feel right at the time. Losing the love of her life… NO, she has met the love of her life. Maddie is supposed to be the love of her life. “And it’s a hard winter’s day, I dream away.” Shaking her head, Beca gets up and decides to walk around for a bit. Feeling a need to stretch her legs.

Chloe sighs heavily and looks up to the moon as she walks towards the fountain where Beca had been just moments ago. “It must have been love, but it’s over now. It was all that I wanted, now I’m living without.”

Beca doesn’t notice the equally distraught Chloe as she walks away in the exposit direction. “It must have been love, but it’ over now. It’s where the water flows. It’s where the wind blows…” She doesn’t get too far, as Mike grabs her and throws her over his shoulder. Laughing the night away together with Benji and Jesse.

Chloe hears the laughter and sees the four. She quickly hides behind a wall and peeks to see what’s going on. They don’t seem to notice her, being too drunk and busy, trying to keep Beca on Mikey’s shoulder.

Having just seen the brunette, even from a distance. Chloe knows what she has to do, there is no way she could stay here. She had to go, as far away as possible. No time for goodbyes. No time for explanation, I’m sorry’s’ or feelings. With a steady pace Chloe walks further away from the party, from her sister and Beca Mitchel.

She makes it home around 30 minutes later after hailing a cab. She rushed to her room and quickly packs her suitcase. The only thing she leaves out is her bride’s maid dress. She leaves it on the bed, needing to really let go of her past that will become the future in a few hours time.

While packing her bag with her favourite book she brought over to read in her spare time, she finds an old picture of her and Beca being as happy as they ever had seemed to be. Sighing heavily, she shoves the picture together with the book in her bag and heads out to where the cab is still waiting for her, to take her to the airport.

In the car, she can’t help but look back at the picture that once used to bring her joy. She ponders about how she could talk to her sister about this later on. If her sister would ever talk to her again that is.

Finally deciding it’s time to fully let go, Chloe lets the old picture fly out of the moving cab as she sheds a single tear. Goodbye Beca. Goodby Puglia. Good luck Maddie.

[etherealhood]

y’all know how luke said he’s great at making awkward situations? well what if you and cal had the kind of relationship where everyone knew that you two were just so into each other except for three people. you, cal, and luke. anyway one day, maybe you and the band are chilling at ash’s house or something and you’re in the kitchen with cal and it’s just like subtle flirting and longing looks. “you think they’ll ever figure it out?” mike whispers to ash as they watch you and their best friend interact. “figure what out?” luke asks, genuinely confused. he looks between ash and mike, and they’re just like giving him a look that says ‘if you know you know.’ and he finally looks back at you and cal, everything clicking and making sense. “OOOHHH THEY LIKE EACH OTHER!” luke says quite loudly, finally understanding what the boys were implying. you and cal blush instantly and look over at the rest of the band. you smile awkwardly at the three men, cal facepalming with an embarrassed groan. you grab the bottle of beer that you’d set on the counter, smiling softly as you speak quietly to the man of your dreams. “well he’s not wrong.” calum looks at you and feels a spark of hope run through him as you look at him fondly. meanwhile, mike is slapping luke upside the head as ashton throws a pillow at none other than mr. awakened himself from where he sits on the couch.

[digimonadventuretimelines]

[16 - Team Up!!]

Lupinmon returned back to the headquarters, dizzy and injured. His servants came to give him assistance and treat his injuries, but he felt unable to understand why that human kid and the adult man made him froze in battle. He was supposed to stop them, to eliminate them!

So, why was he freezing every time those humans appear in front of him?

“Master,” Magnamon arrived and took a look at his commander “... What happened to you?”

“A fight. I lost a fight. If you say anything about it…”

“Who did this to you?”

“The Chosen Children, but no worries they weren’t taking the fight seriously. However, the human man said… He was here looking for someone important to him.”

“Someone… Important?”

“Didn’t the Roar of Freedom capture one of those humans a long time ago? What happened to them? Did they die or what? But the kid… The kid strikes me something I don’t understand.”

“What is it?”

“... A feeling. But let’s forget it. Send two tough scouts this time. We need to close the gates and retrieve all of the digimon in the human world. And, getting rid of the human colonies in our world.”

“As you wish, master.”

“WHAT!?” Taichi shouted on the phone “Daisuke is WHAT!?”

“Is being controlled by the enemy, yes. He thinks he’s Lupinmon and I assume there’s some amnesia or mind control.”

“Ken, hold up. Did you find something on him? Evil Ring or Spiral?”

“... No. And you saying it quite of implies that I could’ve controlled everyone with those, something I never had thought of before. Neither want imagine what could’ve happened if I had tried to.”

“Oops, sorry I meant no harm! Someone could’ve gotten your old gimmicks and used it on humans.”

“I know. But no rings, spirals or even Black Gears. Could’ve been something deeper, under the skin. But I assume their original plan was getting me and Daisuke messed with it by saving me and letting them capture him instead.”

“Always doing self-sacrifices” Taichi sighed, “We need to find a way to bring him back. Anyway, any more news?”

“... Daisuke’s son has a digivice and a digimon partner. Not only them, but also Daisuke’s daughter, my children and an unknown children codenamed ‘Brave Tamer’ who is constantly involved into battles.”

“I knew about Hoshi and Eiji thanks to Hikari. Huh, so a new generation is showing up… And they’re our children this time.”

“Do you know if Taisuke got a digivice and a digimon, Taichi”

“No, I don’t think he has gotten one or a partner. Unless he hadn’t told Sora and me.”

 Miyako was glancing at her children, arms crossed and foot tapping the floor.

“You two lied to me.”

“I’m sorry mom--”

“We had a reason” Daichi was all pouty, “But you lied to us too. When were you going to tell us the truth, mom? About… About that the legends were real? That you and dad were part of the legendary Twelve?”

Miyako felt a headache, she didn’t expect that talk to be so hard or even earlier. Daisuke would’ve helped her to make things less tense, but… No, she had to be strong for her family. And handle it alone.

“We were going to tell you when you were a bit older.”

“I’m 14! How much old do you mean!? You were 12 years old and dad 11 years old when you had fought evil digimon in the past!”

“Watch your language, Daichi. I’m not your enemy!”

“And my dad isn’t either!”

“H-hold on everyone…” Kiyoko interrupted them, “Natsu explained why you didn’t tell us before. It was to protect us, right? Then… Now it’s useless because we got digivices and digimon partners. You can’t not let us get involved with it.”

“I wish I could, but you will have to be prepared for what’s coming” Miyako sighed, that discussion had taken a good chunk of her energy, “One, your father is working for the enemy against his own will. Two, the digimon you fight will get stronger battle by battle.”

“We know” Daichi replied with a serious voice of tone “But if we fight together we can save dad, we can save everyone!”

“That I agree, but… I will be afraid of losing you two as well. I need time to accept--”

“Everyone,” Natsu invaded the room with the digimon “Miyako’s digivice received a message of a digimon attack! We need to… Do something!”

“This will be your first trial, let’s solve it as soon as possible. But first take these communicators, put them on and keep me informed.”

  “Hey kid, there’s a digimon sinal nearby.”

He took the D-TimeRune and looked at the screen. BlackAgumon was inside and his icon appeared on a map. It was close to a Digital Gate.

“Really, now? Whatever, we’re going…”

“Release me so I can evolve kid.”

“Right.”

He pressed a button on the digivice, changing his clothes in a blink of the eye. BlackAgumon popped out of the screen and the kid scanned the back of his hand, next pointing the digivice to his partner.

They left the area quickly.

 “What’s happening!?” Reika exclaimed, after seeing a blue Greymon pass in the horizon. Jin and Mike asked the same after.

“That blue Greymon again” Hoshi clenched her fist, then looked at the other kids “Please help me to evacuate the area. I need to call the others.”

“Call the others?” Jin repeated.

“Miss Hoshi there are two digimon nearby!!” the partner digimon inside Hoshi’s digivice said.

“... We’re going with you” Mike gave a serious gaze at Hoshi “If with these we can help… Then we will.”

“Thanks. Follow me guys!”

 “Huh, I heard you!” Mirai responded to the voice messages sent by Mitsuki on the voice chat “I’ve detected two digimon close to the west digital gate. Hold on, I will tell Daichi asap!”

“Mirai, I’m scared… What if those digimon come after me?”

“Don’t worry Koh, you don’t like to fight but my friends and my skills are enough to keep you safe! Uh-oh, one digimon moved away and is on rampage. Mitsuki are you still here? Go to north, some digimon and people are in danger…!”

 Panic and digimon screaming. Some babies from the hatchery building had been carried by humans and child level digimon. The rest started bouncing, running and flying away from the Dinobeemon, a digimon combination of XV-mon and Stingmon.

Hoshi’s Stingmon flew in the skies and stood in front of the enemy. while the children tried to save the babies.

“Hold it, creepy thing” the audacious girl stopped a few meters away from the fight “Sting, let’s show em why to not mess with those digi-babies and people!”

“Sting?” he looked back.

“K-Kiyoko’s partner has a name so I can’t lose to her! From now on you will be called by ‘Sting’ and will be my loyal guard.”

“Miss Hoshi…” he blushed, and Dinobeemon hit him with a kick, sending him against a building “OOF!”

“I think it was a bad hour to…talk about it” she facepalmed.

The non-partnered human trio had been taking the babies away from the danger, but a wild squad of Tsuchidarumon (a mud/earth subspecies of Yukidarumon) appeared to block the area.

“What should we do!?” Reika asked the boys.

“Fight” Mike responded with a serious glare, and he took the digivice “I dunno how it works but…”

“I will fight with you!” A Tanemon said to him, “Show me your brave heart, human!”

“We will fight too!” And a Pukamon and a Upamon shouted to Jin and Reika.

“Those little ones wants to… fight with us?” Jin blinked.

“I have no objections, as long they don’t get hurt.”

the instructions on the digivices appeared on the screen, and just like the other kids… Reika, Jin and Mike followed those instructions. On the screen of Reika’s digivice appeared a scale symbol. On Jin’s and Mike’s, the crests of Reliability and Sincerity -- respectively.

Upamon, Pukamon and Tanemon evolved to Armadimon, Kamemon and Floramon.

“SCRATCH BEAT!” “ALLERGY SHOWER!” “POINTER ARROW!”

Floramon’s pollen paralyzed the enemy, letting Armadimon’s claws and Kamemon’s pointer missile hit them. they opened the way for a few minutes, taking all the innocents away from the battle. Sting and Hoshi tried to keep the enemy distracted, preventing it from going after the other kids and the rescued people plus digimon.

Meanwhile… Daichi and Kiyoko were on battle with a humanoid version of Kuwagamon -- MetallifeKuwagamon! The mysterious Brave Tamer was also there.

“Ulforce!” “Captain!” “Right!” “Yes ma’am!”

With their digimon evolved, and Miyako behind the strategy they could prevent the gate devices from being destroyed. However, Brave Tamer was finding that mission too easy. Three Adult level digimon against a Perfect level. Then, an Ookuwamon came from the digital world’s gate.

“H-HUH!?” Kiyoko exclaimed

“Don’t worry, i’ve called for Ken’s assistance. Stay focused” Miyako told her children.

“Uh-oh, there it is…!” Someone was talking with Brave Tamer, and that voice seemed to be Mirai’s!? “I think this is the time you need a backup plan. Hold on, you’re with Daichi right? My radar caught two digivices and digimon linked to.”

“Yeah, that kid is here--”

“You know you don’t need to pretend on this channel. It’s secured, with a strong cryptography and lots of filters. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Sigh, fine… Gimme a plan. I will talk to Daichi later.”

 On both fights, backups of the police dept. had came to help the (Neo) Chosen Children in the fight. A KnightChessmon and a GrappuLeomon appeared in the Kuwagamon species battle, one releasing darts against the enemies and another punching the Ookuwamon with high speed.

“Here’s the help!” Miyako chirped, “Ken is focused on another battle though…”

“Ok, there’s only four digimon here-- Huh, the blue Greymon is here!?”

“You noticed it only now, bro?” Kiyoko had some annoyance in her rhetorical question.

“Those support digimon are from the police unit” Mirai informed Brave Tamer “OK so the plan is: Two can handle Ookuwamon, I suggest leaving it to the PawnChessmon and GrappuLeomon. The rest is up to Daichi, Kiyoko and you.”

“Nice. I will meet with them right now” Brave Tamer responded, then approached from the Motomiya siblings. Kiyoko stared at him, while Daichi kept expressionless.

“We met again…” Daichi calmly greeted him.

“It’s not like I wanted to, but the digimon need to be saved. You will follow my lead, I got a plan.”

“Who’s that kid?” Miyako asked her children, “Is it that the one Hikari mentioned before?”

“I dunno mom” Kiyoko replied, “But we need all help we get. So start talking, kiddo!”

“Well, Your digimon fly and all of all three have long range attacks. If we combine out attacks, coming from three different directions we might beat it and protect the gate device.”

“... I see” Daichi smiled, a small smile though “Ulforce, Captain, did you hear it??”

“Yeah” “Aye, sir!”

 “Sting don’t dare to lose!!” Hoshi shouted, she was thinking what to do but Dinobeemon was way stronger than her partner. Then she had the idea of taking her digivice and saw something blinking on it. Was it a hint? “Why… Uh, scan enemy? Okay then.”

She scanned the digimon opponent and got data of it, “P-perfect level…? Isn’t Sting on his adult level? So, this means he’s weaker-- ??”

A very shiny and gallant insect-humanoid digimon -- Jewelbeemon -- popped in, hitting Dinobeemon with his spear. She heard someone calling her name and then saw...

“D-Dad!?”

“Let me handle this for now” Ken told her, “Get your partner back and assist the people and digimon to evacuate this area.”

“B-But--”

“Please, that digimon is too strong for you yet!”

She nodded and then called Sting back, who took her and flew away.

 The attacks combined hit MetallifeKuwagamon, KnightChessmon and GrappuLeomon had finally knocked out the other enemy and joined forces with the heroic trio. their strength increased the power and then they knock out the remaining opponent.

“It worked!!” Kiyoko grinned and showed a thumbs up to the mysterious kid.

Brave Tamer smirked. To Daichi it meant he was a bit arrogant, but didn’t worded said thoughts. The rest of the police unit came, and with Natsu’s help they all captured the criminals. But by Kiyoko’s reaction Daichi was able to find something odd in the picture.

“So I guess you have to show yourself,” Mirai talked with Brave Tamer “You can’t fool Daichi anymore, he probably got you.”

“... We should go home now” but Daichi seemed exhausted “Thanks for the help… Stranger.”

Oof, that sounded like sarcasm, but actually was him unable to think straight. He had Natsu denying information of the past, had intervened on a battle between his dad and officer Ichijouji and had confronted his mother. All of that in the SAME day. Daichi’s mood had done a 180° flip and he had no desire to get more stress.

“Heh, you have to know your place” Brave Tamer sounded like a treat, he was a show off kid. Daichi had no energy to get mad either, “This alliance was only for now. I work alone, and while Lupinmon is out… I will protect the innocents! All Baddies will not win against me.”

“Oh cut it out!” Kiyoko hissed, “Let’s go home Daichi. There’s some people who never learn!”

“Heheh, nice” Brave Tamer smirk didn’t disappear though, “We will see again, losers~” the blue Greymon grabbed the tiny and chaotic kid with his hands and left the area.

“Ugh! I hate this!” Kiyoko pouted.

“... I know what you meant. Hey mom? Is everything okay already?”

“Yup. Ken already handled the other digimon attack. Innocents are moved to a safer place. Let’s eat Paella today~”

“... What’s with Spanish cuisine all of a sudden?” Kiyoko gave a deep sigh.

“L-look, it had been ages since the last time I eat it! And… I need something to shove those thoughts away!”

[chonkychonkin]

Chapter 10: The End

m a s t e r l i s t

A/N: So so so sorry this took like 2 weeks more or less. I hope this chapter made up my broken promise to you guys. Love ya

Words: 1767

Warnings: implied smut. Like a lot. Swearing.

Tags: @otherthingsinhead @x-wingwarriorbbpoe8 @whyisgmora @soylaprincessa @tearsofafallenangel @thelazyjellyfish @pascalisthepunkest

My head snapped towards the direction of his voice. Beads of sweat were on his forehead and his breathing was heavy. I felt disgusted. “I didn’t hear you knock. What are you doing with-”

“Shut it! You stay away from Veronica you sick freak!”, I pointed at his direction accusingly, slowly backing out towards the front door with the photo still in my hands. As Mike was stuttering with his words, confused at Pedro’s words, his eyes glanced at what I was holding and he chuckled rather nervously, “Don’t tell her, please. There’s no way she can know.”

“You’re sick.”

Before I could say another thing, Mike bolted towards me and instead of running out the door, I stood in self-defense and raised my clenched fists to stop Mike’s punch which was heading for my face.

— A few minutes later —

Normal POV

You arrived at your apartment and started hurrying up the stairs, already anxious for what you have planned tonight. You swung the door open but was greeted with complete silence. The place was empty which is a good sign but then you saw Pedro’s shoes and backpack which were in their proper places, oh no. You rushed over to the bedroom and then the bathroom and every room in your flat. There was no sign of him anywhere but why was his stuff here? You trotted back to the kitchen to check your phone which you only just realized that you left it before going out with Sophie. The screen flickered on and you muttered, “Fuck.”

You facepalmed and groaned as you leaned on the kitchen table after you saw the countless notifications from Pedro. Yet you wondered where he was at this exact second when you read the text, “I’m heading home.”

You thought he might have went out to do something you weren't entirely sure what. Anyways, you trotted back to the bed room along with your lingerie to get ready for tonight. As you adjusted the straps of your bra and while looking at yourself in the mirror, you heard the front door open abruptly and slammed shut almost immediately along with heavy footsteps making you feel confused and worried which urged you to come out of the bedroom with a robe covering your half-naked body and into the living room. You gasped to see Pedro with a small bruise on his cheekbone, a small cut on his nose and his lip. You eyes widened in disbelief and shock before you ran up to him so you would inspect for any other injuries. But before you could place your hands on him, Pedro pulled you in for a soul-crushing hug. He huffed on your shoulder and hummer a soft,"I'm so glad you're safe."

"What happened to you? H-How did you get this- and this? Did something happen? Who fucking did this to you?!"

"I'll explain everything to you later, I-"

"No! José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal you are explaining everything that happened to you right here this instant..", tears rolled down your cheeks as the feeling of worry turned into grief and anxiousness. Pedro rested you head on his chest and brushed his hand through your soft hair as an attempt to comfort you before leading you to the bedroom to explain everything to you.

— A few minutes later —

"How could Mike do this? I don't understand anything at all. I just can't believe any of what you just said. I—",you sobbed on Pedro's arms as you clutched the little photo which Pedro found at Mike's apartment. Your heart was broken. Completely devastated. But yet felt a little bit relieved that Pedro came back home safe and Mike controlled for the meanwhile.

"Aside from calling the police, I can't think of any other way to keep the both of us safe for a longer time. Considering that you wouldn't do a thing such as the latter.",you looked up at him and slumped yourself on his lap as he brushed his hand through your hair.

"For now, let's just focus on the play. And if you're okay with it, we could vent everything out in a way that we both would like..I think we both need to relax..",his eyes with passion as he stared at you on his lap. Your eyes flickered and immediately you sat up to straddle him and rest your palms on his shoulders. Pedro's lips crashed with yours but in a gentle way, your tongue tangled with his and both your hands roamed around each other's body. Each piece of clothing slowly removed and thrown on the floor, your legs entwining as the both of you laid back on the bed…

— A few weeks later —

It was opening night. Lights flashed everywhere as you entered the theater, not by yourself but with Pedro, the both of you holding hands and smiling at the people saying your names. Hours later, the whole play was finished and the curtains closed as well as the actors' exiting the stage. Before your boyfriend could fade into the backstage, he looked behind you with a glimmering smile plastered on his face. The same way you looked at him as you locked eyes with him.

You made your way to the dressing rooms and spotted Pedro's door just up ahead but you slowed your pace as you caught a glance at Javiera and Nico. Sure, you were excited to meet his family but the thought of rejection bothered you knowing the fact that his siblings couldn't possibly do that but still. Nico's girlfriend stepped out of the room and saw you a few feet away, you slapped yourself mentally as she called you out and alerting Pedro and the others. She grabbed you by the arm and pulled you into a soul-crushing hug before you entered the dressing room where you were greeted by Pedro's family and close friends.

They were the first to make a conversation with you especially Javiera and Nico who teased you with a lot of niece and nephew jokes making you blush for the entire time you were with them in the room. Whilst this was happening, Pedro crossed his arms and leaned on the table in front of the mirror as he watched the scene with a warm smile on his face. You saw him and you instantly hugged him, whispering in his ear,"You did great. I love you", making you smile while resting your head on his chest.

"Either the two of you get another room or all of us are eating dinner. Come on!", Javier slipped herself between you and Pedro, looping her arms around yours and Pedro before dragging the both of you out of the room while the others chuckled.

IAs dinner progressed and the night fell, all of you finally decided to go home and say your goodbyes and hopes for more bonding time. You and Pedro made your way home clasping each other's hand and occasional glances at each other, leaving both of you a blushing mess when you arrived at the apartment. He opened the door for you and were greeted by Jake who has joyful when he finally approached his owner. "You played really well tonight. I'm glad you finally got to bond with my family, you have no idea how much that means to me.",Pedro whispered into your ear as he hugged you from behind and pecked your cheek. This made you smile and face him, pulling him into a gentle kiss. You stayed like that for a while, being in each other's arms and sharing a passionate kiss, until a knock came on the door. Pedro broke the kiss and pecked your forehead before whispering,"I'll get it." You sat in the sofa petting Jake, running your hand through his soft fur yet tensed as you heard Pedro swear on the doorway.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!", you hurried up to him and your eyes widened to see the last person you wanted to see, Mike. Mike saw you as well and started to back up from the doorframe as Pedro put himself between both of you to keep you safe. "Ronnie. I can explain. I just need you to listen to me. Please."

"She's not listening to any of your bullshit. Now leave!", Pedro started to approach Mike with clenched fists but you stop him.

"Calm down. Let me handle this… I'll be fine.", you squeezed his arm to assure him and stepped in front of him to talk to Mike. "You broke my heart. You know that right?"

Mike's eyes filled with regret as his shoulders slumped down, "Yeah, I know. It was..crazy for me to do that. I was selfish, filled with lust and... I'm sorry. You probably won't forgive me, Pedro as well. I wouldn't believe it if you did. I went to therapy actually, so you wouldn't worry about me stalking you and your boyfriend.  And I'm also leaving New York. I'll move in with my sister out of state, you probably won't see me again unless you want to. Just do this for me Ronnie, take care…", Mike nodded to Pedro who was behind you, leaning on the doorway watching over you in case anything happens. You looked behind and Pedro nodded back. Before Mike could leave, you hugged him as you whispered your final words to him,"Take care of yourself as well. I'll miss you."

"Bye Ronnie."

"Bye."

And with that, he left. For good and for now. You shut the door softly and exhaled as Pedro wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, "You okay?"

"You know what? Yeah. Everything feels perfectly fine.",you chuckled in relief and turned around to face him and plant a long passionate kiss to his soft lips as the both of you slowly lead yourselves to the bedroom to have a celebration for everything good that has happened.

You laid in bed with Pedro, your head resting on his bare chest as you swirled circles around his torso while his hands roamed and brushed your soft hair. Your body fit right into his and you felt content. You looked up at Pedro and smiled, "I'm glad I bumped into you."

"Was it you that bumped into me?I'm pretty sure it was me who—"

"Oh shush. Come here.",you straddled him and shared a hungry kiss with him. The two of you broke apart and stared into the brown space of each other's eyes saying, "I love you."

[erinlasgalen]

Promised fic is here!!

I got my head back in gear and finished it!! Yesss. @puga6203, I hope you like it, it’s based on your video in youtube ))

Honey, honey~

“..totally has the hots for me dudes! I mean, did you see the way she looked at me? Those were totally bedroom eyes!”

A supposedly dull Tuesday found our South Park High boys merrily walking home after school, accompanied by yet another episode of “How I tried to woo Bebe and it wasn’t a rejection, dammit!” by yours truly Clyde Donovan.

“Pff, like you even know what ‘bedroom eyes’ means.” Token, being the generous friend that he is, sniggers, trailing behind the resident rainbow couple. “I sooooo do!” Clyde whirls around from his impromptu spot of the leader, accusingly pointing at  his offender.  “It was totally the same look Stan always has when he stalks Wendy!”

There is an indignant “Oy!” from the very back.

“Or when Cartman ogles Kyle!” “ It’s more of a, hmm...”, Token hums, finger on his chin. “..oh,  ‘I’m planning to make sauce out of you and feed it to Stan’ look.”

“Definitely not bedroom eyes” Tweek grins, showing a surprisingly perfect row of white teeth for someone who inhales coffee as much as a certain Marsh talks about his on and off girlfriend.

“Yeah or…” Clyde rounds on the blonde “.. every time someone mentions you in front of Craig! I mean  just saying ‘coffee’ is enough to get him to -..oww!” He was asking for the punch that followed. Despite being rather scrawny and frail looking, Tweek was one of their strongest fighters after all.

Chuckles erupt around them as everyone waits for the inevitable monotone grumble or the bird from the boy’s other half.

“Sugar?” Totally not a synonym to ‘go fuck yourselves’.

“What?” chirps Tweek at the same time Clyde lets out an extremely intelligent ‘eh’. Graig leans on the blonde, the hand on his shoulder rather protective.

“Oh, honey honey!”

“Oh no..”, Tweek wails and tears himself away from his boyfriend, a decent scowl adoring his rapidly reddening face. “God dammit, Craig.”

“See Clyde, now that’s what I c..ca..call bedroom eyes!” Jimmy stutters, eyes zoning on the couple, who were slowly and surely becoming the center of attention on the sidewalk.

Now, his tactical retreat doesn't exactly go unnoticed by the rest as they stare dumbly from the coffee addict to the cheery brunette, who was actually smiling...a very real and incredibly sappy smile without a care in the world.

Craig Tucker never smiles! Like, ever!

“Wait a second, is Craig sin..-”, Token’s astonishment however, is cut off when said boy belches out ‘You are my candy boy~’ in a suspiciously disney princess like manner.

Their jaws drop.

“And you got me wanting you~” With the devious charm of a pirate, the boy continues hitting the notes so perfectly that one would think he has a fairy godmother somewhere under the bed who regularly gives his vocal cords a boost spell.

Tweeks  whole face is burning crimson by now. “I am so - hngh- sorry you guys..”

“Uh”, Clyde, as responsive as ever squeaks just as Craig reaches his better half in two long strides and sweeps him in his arms for an impromptu waltz.

“Honey~”, he purrs, nuzzling the cheek. “Oh, sugar sugar!” He twirls Tweek around in a pirouette and bows gracefully, which was a feat considering most of the time he is a awkward goose. “You are my candy boy, and you got me wanting you!”

“C..craig!”, hisses the blonde to no effect whatsoever.

Craig does a half turn and proceeds to purr. “I just can’t believe the loveliness of loving you!” He bends down to kiss one tomato cheek. “I just can’t believe it’s true..”

He even has the audacity to wiggle his hips!

Tweek sighs. Defeated and embarrassed, he twists his head around to wail at his gobsmacked friends rather miserably.

“You guys, he’s doing it again..”

“Again?” At Jimmy’s raised eyebrow they simultaneously turn to stare at the brunette, who from unknown sources has somehow acquired a microphone and is obviously imagining himself as Freddie fucking Mercury.

At least his voice fits.

“You mean he actually sang for you before? Why haven’t we heard him sing!” Clyde screeches, making them all cringe. Tweek watches his boyfriend literally melt the snow around with a powerful roar of ‘put a lil sugar on me babe~’. “He did sing, once..” Tweek twitches violently. “I need ..hngh..coffee!”

Jimmy eyebrows fur a bit, recalling a distant memory. “T-that’s right,  back in fourth g..gr..grade”,

Clyde crosses his arms, clearly distressed. “Well maybe I wanted to hear him sing for me too! He’s supposed to be my best mate! What the fuck is he singing anyways..?” “Screw that, what I wanna know,” a new voice pipes up, “..is one, where the hell he got that sweet tambourine from!” An orange puffy hood squeezes in between them to reveal the smirking face of Kenny Mccormick. “Two, sweet damn, where does he keep that sexy voice, mhumm”.

Tweek, unimpressed as ever, raises a blonde brow. Meanwhile the singing sensation slanders over to the commotion and drapes himself all over the blonde spaz, still humming the ending of song under his breath.

“And three, does this method actually work?”

“It’s been tested” Craig smirks and squeezes his human pillow. Tweek hides his face in the his chest. “I’m gonna make your life so sweet..”

“Oh gross..”, groans Token and promptly facepalms. Craig stares pointedly at the orange blob.

“Sweet! Say Tweekers, my darlin’ babycheeks, do I have you explicit permission to borrow your lesser half for a couple of hours? For a strategy meeting!”

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“Kyle!”

The redhead skids to a stop at the sudden shout and whirls around, carefully chosen curse words already on his lips as he focuses on his basketball practice offender.

His eyebrows rise as his brain registers the usual orange blob he calls a friend and just what he is dragging around with him.

“Is that an old cassette player?”, he wonders, staring dumbly at the blonde, who is carefully maneuvering himself across the stands with the enormous thing on his shoulder, a mike in his hand and a very cheeky grin he can make out even from the court.

“What in the…”

“YOU’RE JUST TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE~”

[skylineshivers]

Kisses ; Stanley Uris x Reader (Fluff)

Anonymous ; hi! you should do a Stanley x Reader about being stanleys first kiss and first make out something like that, we know stanley is a soft baby but he also can be W I L D

Hey everyone ; it’s ya girl uh… writers block. Sorry I haven’t posted recently, I’ve been trying to write ‘Being a Harrington’ part 2 but I haven’t been able to have the time to just sit down and watch Netflix as the reference. But I promise I’ll try to work on it tonight since I have a long weekend ! Anyway, I really appreciate the one (rip my life) request I’ve gotten ! I know I’m new to the community and requests will take time but I really appreciate everything you’ve all done for me <3 I wasn’t sure if the anon wanted a headcanon of this ( if that’s what you meant please give me an ask again and I’ll do a headcanon version ! ) so have this really bad fanfic !

“Soooo, lovergirl. You and Stan kissed yet..?”

“Richie !”

A soft sigh left your lips as Eddie nudged Richie harshly before Mike rolled his eyes as the four of you sat in your freshly mowed backyard, staring at the clouds and waiting for your boyfriend, Bill and Ben to arrive. The seven of you were all going to hang out today due to it being a day off from school.

“I’ll be honest, we haven’t really kissed yet.”

“My innocent baby girl!”

You stifled a giggle at Richies preppy motherly voice as he protectively held you tightly to his body, hushing you like a mother would do to a babbling baby. Laughing, you slapped his hands away once you heard the doorbell ring loudly.

“Hello? (Y/n)?”

Jumping to your feet, you rushed into your house to get to the front door to let the guests in; behind you, you heard Richie do a bad impression of yourself ‘kissing’ Stanley as Eddie and Mike collectively groaned with each other.

“Hey guys !”

Smiling, you opened the door to reveal Stanley, Ben and Bill all holding shopping bags filled with different snacks, plastic cups and multiple different bottles of soda. You grabbed all the bags off of Ben and Bill and pointed to your backyard where the other boys were, this left you with Stanley.

“I’m glad you guys got everything !”

“I made sure they grabbed the soda that you liked.”

“Awhh Staaaan~”

Smiling, you put the bags on the counter and hugged Stanley tightly; he gave you a bright smile and kissed your forehead softly before you started preparing everything to bring out to the guys.

“Help me with the food?”

“Of course babe.”

The two of you proceed to pull out multiple bowls and plates to stack all of the food onto before taking it out to the boys outside who were preoccupied talking to each other whilst staring at the clouds above them. Meanwhile, you and Stanley continued to talk to each other about date ideas.

“I’d love to go on a date to the roller skating rink, I haven’t gone there in a while…”

“That sounds like a great idea (Y/—)”

“HURRY UP IM HUNGRY !”

“RICHIE CALM YOUR ASS DOWN !”

Stifling back a giggle, you proceeded to grab the different bowls and plates that were filled with food before Stanley grabbed all the different sofa bottles and cups that they would all need. However, before Stanley could get out of your sight you smiled and reached up to kiss him.

It was also a medore moment when the two main characters of a love story would kiss and it would feel like fireworks had just been set off, but it really did feel like that to you. As you pulled away with pink cheeks, Stanley stood there almost shocked yet proud and happy at the same time.

“God you’re a good kisser….”

“Hehe, I know !”

“What!? You and Stan still haven’t made out properly yet?”

A loud groan left your lips as you slumped your head down on the cafeteria table, maybe yelling Richie Tozier that you and your boyfriend of 5 months haven’t properly made out was a horrible idea to begin with. Next to you, Eddie slapped Richies arm harshly before letting out a sigh.

“Her and Stan are just taking things slow Richie, it’s not like they need to make out or anything.”

“But they’re sixteen Eddie ! Sixteen !”

“Isn’t having our first kiss good enough?”

“Unless you wanna end up like Eddies mom then go for it.”

Grumbling, Eddie slapped Richies arm once again for this time being an asshole about his mother; as the bell rang loudly, the three of you stood up and made your way to your lockers for your next class. On the way there however, Stanley and Bill had walked past you as they came out of the science room after helping a teacher the whole lunch period.

“Hey Sta—“

You were cut off by him almost smashing his lips onto your own as he had one hand around your waist, loud whistles erupted from Richie before Stanley stopped kissing you and gave you a smile you adored the most.

“I’ll see you after school”

“Y-yeah, see you….”

Turning around, Eddie was proudly clapping his hands whilst Richie had his back against a locker; fanning his face before speaking to you in once again, his proud motherly voice. As he held his arms out to hug you, you saw Eddie facepalming and signaling for you to run away.

“Oh my baby girl come to Mommy !”

“Richie no—“

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Check this out from EW's episode recap (found here:

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I couldn't have said it better myself. This is why I like Mike. This, right here. Also, the man looks fly af in a suit. Just sayin'.

Baby Holly just does not give a shit. About anything. "Scarface? What's that? No, thanks, I'd rather watch My Little Pony."

Skyler said it. It's been on all of our minds. Purple lady, you need to zip it.

Oh, and going back to Brock... holy shit, I'd extort the shit out of this situation if I were him. And yeah, I have to admit, Walt pulling the impending break-up through Jesse's ears was clever. Jesse is, of course, so easily manipulated. (Insert Picard facepalm gif here.)

Skyler is... dealing. With shit. Honestly, she's doing well, considering, well, everything.

The Icarus symbolism is cute. Walt, you ain't the Daedalus in this situation. (Although, Daedalus did kill a child as per myth, so... the parallel exists.)

[blossom-skies]

Leonardo looked at his brothers with a plan forming in his mind. “Mikey I need you to go after Jen for back up. The rest of us are going to the roof to help out the officers.” Leo said as he grabbed his grappling hook on his belt loop at shot it towards the roof. “On it boss.” Michaelangelo said as he gave the blue banded turtle a salute before running after Jen. Leo made sure that his grappling hook held firm on the edge before he started to make his way up there. He paused halfway up to look down at Raph and Donnie. “You guys coming?” He asked “yeah yeah Fearless were coming.” Raph said as he and Donatello followed Leo.

Meanwhile Jen was almost to the lab when she felt a tap on her shoulder causing her to jump and turn around ready to fight whoever crossed her path. “Woah angelcakes it’s just me.” Mikey said with a nervous laugh. Jen sighed in relief while putting her blue hand over her heart “ Jesus Mikey! Don’t scare me like that. You almost gave me a heart attack. Anyway, what are you doing here?” She asked as her heart calmed down.

Mikey rubbed the back of his head “sorry Jen didn’t mean to scare ya. Oh that’s easy. Leo wanted me to come help out.” Jen sighed as she nodded. “Okay but let’s go stealth mode ok?” She asked as she felt her skin tingle indicating that her camouflage ability was kicking in. Mikey grinned “I heard that.” He said as he watched her practically going invisible. “Dude that never gets old you know.” He said as Jen rolled her eyes “come on let’s go.” Mikey nodded as he followed after her.

As they got nearer to the lab Jen could hear people talking. She leaned against the wall as she looked around the corner Mikey bumped into her “ Mikey.” She whispered frustrated “he sorry sweet cheeks I didn’t see you there.” He replied innocently. “It’s okay but shh listen. Mikey nodded as he eavesdropped the conversation between Casey and the other.. wait did she say turtle? Curious Mikey had to take a look while ignoring Jens protest. “Dude! Are you a-a turtle?!” Mikey asked Ash. Jen facepalmed as she heard more people coming. She felt the tingling sensation in her skin again as she stepped out of the hallway fully visible as more foot soldiers arrived “so much for stealth Mike.” She said while shaking her head and getting ready for the fight to come.

@queendice98

A Game of Trust (Bayverse TMNT Closed RP with @blossom-skies )

(Contains Gore, smut, cursing and other adult stuff, NO MINORS!)

It had been at least a month since Stockman had created the new female mutant turtle, a perfect 21 year old woman specimen was caught, mutated, and brain washed to think the turtles and Jen were responsible for her new form. After she had gone through vigorous training, she was sent off to hunt Jen and the turtles down and bring them back to Bishop alive.

As she made her way through the city, she figured that the so called vigilantes would emerge from their lair if their precious city was in danger. She attacked the pigs in the New Police Department by throwing bricks and rocks through the windows without being seen and even attacking some of the officers when their guard was down.

"This April with channel 6 news bringing you a shocking and terrifying report! It appears that malicious attackers have targeted the police station! Many are able to avoid the attacks yet some have been wounded!" April shouted as she was being recorded for the report.