#now This is the kind of thing i like to see! dee-tail!!!

[mastersoftheair]

from a (much lengthier) ben radcliffe interivew, now with 5'ELEVEN" magazine

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Shared interest [Pt.2]

Daryl Dixon x Grimes!reader | SMUT 🔞 [Pt.1] [Pt.3]

After the disagreement with your father you move into Daryl's cabin and become an official member of his pack.

🐺 🐺 🐺

“M’takin’ ya home t’ma cabin.”

Daryl was at your side with his hands on your shoulders. It was clear your dad wasn't gonna change his mind anytime soon so to avoid any further fighting he was gonna keep the two of you apart for a while.

A while turned into almost two years now.

Daryl loved parading you around like the most precious thing in the world and you became friends with most of his. You met a bunch of other werewolves over time including some girls and older women that taught you everything you needed to know to keep your lover happy, and made sure to share contact info so you’d have someone to talk to besides Daryl.

Daryl’s pack was officially your family now that you were marked and a party was happening in order. The girls had talked to you about the whole marking thing and the other stuff around it too, comparing it to human marriage, starting a family and all that. It was clear Daryl’s fiends weren’t at all people who spent a lot of time around other folk, all living on the edge of towns and cities and all knowing different trades to help each other out. Humans weren’t their forte.

So here you were, in a cut off top that covered just your chest but had your rounded belly on display for the pack to gawk at, and a pair of sweat shorts that the moms had brought you when the news of your pregnancy got out, which came quickly after you and Daryl had mated as part of the bonding ceremony. It wasn’t long before the ladies were swarmed around you, asking all kinds of questions and begging for the story of your mating might. “I.. We uh-“ You stuttered around the topic, hoping you didn’t really have to share it but right then Daryl swung by and draped an arm around you. He was clearly tipsy and his breath smelled of the moonshine that was brought in by one of the pack members. “Lil’ bunny here’s a lil’ too embarrassed. Lemme share for ‘er.” He rubbed his cheek against yours and held you close yo him as he started.

“Come on, Dee,” you called out from the back of the cabin. “The moon’s out, I wanna play.”

You were wearing a patterned sundress that flowed as you turned around when he came up to you. Sweats and an old rock band shirt on, bare feet padding through the sand up to where you were standing in the moonlight. He had a loving smile on his face, knowing what tonight meant for the two of you and even without any fancy dresses or party beforehand he thought it was perfect.

You stepped up to him and pressed your chest against his as you stood on your tiptoes. “You gonna turn for me, puppy?” You bit your lip and stared up at him through your lashes, earning a satisfied growl and a nod in return.

“Use your words, you can do it.” He continued his nod and spoke up this time. “Gonna turn for ya, princess.”

You pulled at the hem of his shirt so he’d take it off as you caught his breathing getting heavier due to the change kicking in. As soon as it was off you were grabbing at him, kissing and biting at his neck as he let out breathy growls right beside your ear. You let out a soft moan as you felt his muscles tense underneath your touch. Your hand rubbed at his spine as he lowered himself to his knees, hunching over your shoulders as you rubbed soothing circles onto his skin.

Your hands moved to pull the hem of his sweats down as one hand went to rub at his spine. “I wanna see your tail wag, baby. Get it out for me?” Underneath your fingertips his tail was forming and your other hand went to rub at his cock, earning a gasp and a twitch all throughout his spine as his tail came through, quickly furring over.

“Such a good boy for me.” You teased as you watched his tail sway from side to side and pushed at his chest, easily getting him onto his back as you continued jerking him off through his transformation. You bent over his body, returning to your previous actions at his neck and jawline, now covered in fur as his face morphed into a muzzle and his ears pointed out, you whispered right next to them. “You’re gonna bite me again when you cum inside of me later.” His panting got deeper as he growled in warning, signaling he was close. You sped up your hand and watched as he came all over his stomach right as his body started bulking out.

You took the moment to pull his sweats all the way off to give his legs the room they needed for all the extra muscle mass and fat and straddle his waist. His claws immediately went to grab as your thighs as you rubbed yourself over his cock, spreading your slick all over him. “Hn.. No claws, baby.” You swatted away his hands as you took off your dress and continued getting yourself off on his cock that changed shape along with the rest of him. “Doing so well for me.” You ground down on him, moaning and squeezing at his chest as you toppled over the edge with a loud whine. Daryl’s leg twitched behind him and his claws dug into the sand beneath him as he howled along with you. His head lolled to the side and his body relaxed as his shift had fully taken over, panting with his tongue out. “Oh no puppy we’re not done yet..” You leaned over and took his head between your hands and made him look up at you but he let out a whine in protest. “Poor dog, too tired to fuck some pups into me?” His ears perked up at the reminder and his tail wagged behind you.

A hand reached behind you to grab at the wagging tail and pulled at it roughly, getting a growl out of him that drew out into another howl as you positioned yourself on top of his thick member and slowly slid it inside of you. “Hah.. Always so big like this..” your hands rested on his thighs to give him a nice view of himself disappearing inside of you. “Such a big boy.” You gave his thighs a squeeze as you carefully lifted yourself off him and sank back down, a hand on your lower stomach where you could see his cock move inside of you.

Soft whines came from the beast beneath you, so easily overpowered with just the right touches. You leaned forward, moving your weight off your feet and slipping, sliding all the way down onto his cock, feeling his knot press against your lips and his tip press uncomfortably deep inside of you making you wince. Concerned sounds left him as a large hand wrapped around your side to pull you off him slightly until you found your pace again. Our hands moved to his chest and rested there as you used his cock to reach your peak. “Fuck you fill me good..” You hunched over further to scratch at his ears as he panted happily and thrust up into you, meeting your rhythm and

“Gonna cum for me, big boy?” Your hips were losing their steadiness and let Daryl fuck into your from below. “Good boy..”

Your praise went straight through him as he grabbed at your shoulder to pull you down and sink his fangs into you as his other hand went to your hips and shoved his entire length, knot included down your entrance and roared loud. The tight fit of his knot and his rough fur rubbing at your clit sent you over the edge with him, clenching around him even tighter, milking him dry. You felt him twitch inside of you as he emptied himself into your womb. You panted as you barely held yourself up. “Such a good boy, making me a mommy.”

By the time Daryl had ended his tale you had ended up with your back against him as he leaned on a crate and rubbed circles on your belly, his head on your shoulder and a wide smile on his face. The group that was listening had doubled in size and you couldn’t help but still feel ashamed. You weren’t used to this openness about your relationships and especially not your sex life.

“I knew mah baby brother’s gonna end up with a girly tha’s gonna boss ‘em around.” A voice boomed from behind you. Merle had arrived unnoticed as Daryl was telling his very detailed story, earning him and you both a rough pat on the shoulder before being pulled into a hug by the eldest Dixon. “Aint’ judgin’ ya, a feisty lil’ lady like yerself’s good fer ‘em.”

A smile crept on your face, slowly learning to get used to all this closeness and now fully realising you were going to be entirely fine as the odd one out in this pack of rowdy dogs.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: slowly learning to not use blushing/red faces in embarrassment to be more inclusive as I saw some posts about it lately.

[britt-kageryuu]

Leo is streaming, lounging on the big beanbag chair again. His model is in space themed comfy clothes, with slippers, and a star covered mask.

He was playing through a rouge like game, not fully sure what he needs to do yet, but still having fun fighting off the multiple waves of enemies. It's noted that he's sticking to the sword based weapons, even if there are multiple weapons available from the beginning.

Suddenly the graphic of a cartoony slider riding a skateboard, rolls across the screen followed by "Thank You Chaotic_CinnamonRoll for the $10, 'Why did you decide to go into the medical field? You might've mentioned medical books in the past?'"

Leo let out a nostalgic sigh, "Well, that was part of why I got into medical stuff, let me tell ya. I think Dee mentioned how we didn't have legal identification for years, so if something happened with us Dad couldn't really take us to any medical facility. But he got ahold of as much supplies, and field medic training manuals, and medical guides as he could find." Leo has a smile on his face as he continues, "And while Dee is big on science, they don't like viscera, so Pops started to show me how to help. It just goes from there."

Leo spys a comment in chat, "For the person asking about Pops not using insurance, well after his sudden retirement, he didn't have insurance anymore, and he didn't know how to apply." Leo lets out another sigh, "Plus he wasn't familiar with how things worked, because he had a manager or assistant to do all that stuff for him. He was just a confused father of 4 who was trying his best while dealing with his own depression! I'm not trying to justify anything, just stating a fact."

Leo suddenly stretched himself out to grab something and rolled over onto his stomach, facing away from the camera, he's grabbed his phone to check a notification that wasn't heard over the mic, for once. What ever the message was it made his happy, because his tail was wagging a bit fast. He spends a few minutes messaging back and forth with who is assumed to be Leo's boyfriend.

He eventually remembered that he was in the middle of a stream, and sheepishly apologized for ignoring them.

"So since this game is newer than most that I've played, there aren't many guides on what I chould do yet. Sooo I gotta keep throwing things at the enemy and see what's most effective. Like that, wait was he a Croc, or and Aligator? Either way he was the first mini boss! Image how hard the other will be until we get more upgrades!" Leo says excitedly as he goes over the upgrades menu after returning to the start after dying right after the boss, from low health. "We also got this new 'Side Scroller Beatem Up' game because it and the DLC was one sale. Though that might be better played with more players, and our schedules don't always line up multiple people being on the stream. Plus I promised Dee our next game would be his choice."

Leo is half focused on going through the upgrade menus, and talking to the characters around the hub area. Thinking that the blue guy he was playing as could lighten up a bit, be more like the orange dude, but hey their Dad is missing and everything is tense. And where is the last person of the group, or do they only appear after going a certain distance in the game?

"Though I do like the look of that spikey turtle dude, reminded me of Red, though he's wearing, was it dark blue or a deep teal, either way cool dude. Hope he shows up in the hub area. Now do I want to switch to one of the other 3, or just continue as my blue guy?" Leo is rambling, if only because the analytical part of his mind is currently at war with the 'Oh Shiney! What was I doing?' part of his mind. "ALSO! What is with the odd element system that the flavor text is talking about, not the water I get that, this Utrom thing, it's kind described as tech based, but what is an Utrom? Why am I asking chat when they mostly say they've never seen this game before?... Did I forget to take my medicine, because I don't usually ramble my thoughts out loud this much."

He then pauses the game to check his phone for his medical data. "So I need to take a break again real quick. I either didn't take my medicine, or somehow took the wrong medication. So please hold while I go check. And don't any of you go looking up the game to purposefully cause spoilers. I want to figure out enough on my own first. Okay BRB!"

The screen switches over to an animated scene of the guys cartoony turtle selves are swimming about, though Mikey is jumping between Raph and Leo, and slightly submerging Leo in the process. Donnies is occasionally trying to bite Leo for bumping into him.

The chat is talking among themselves, notifications are going off, and some jokes about the medic taking the wrong medication.

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Masterpost

I still don't quite understand my own writing process. Like I had only the 'why I got into the medical field' part planned, then just decided to have him ramble about the game which is 'TMNT Splintered Fate' but not quite. Then at the last minute I was like 'I should make up a reason for him being very ramble-y right now'.

If I should change this, let me know. I do like feedback.

[staring-at-a-blank-pagee]

binary star: a system of two stars that are gravitationally bound to each other, both orbiting around the same point in space. for each of the stars, its companion is the center of the universe.

It was a beautiful day to be in outer space. The stars twinkled brightly from where they hung surrounded by countless others of their kind, by swirling nebulae and idyllic planets orbiting brilliant stars of their own. In the midst of all this wonder floated a small Waddle Dee, who was perfectly content to just drift, the shine of excitement in their eyes rivaling even that of the stars that they were so fascinated with. Occasionally they would flick their tail, and with a jolt of electricity, would go flying forwards again to explore new areas and to see new sights.

It was here, among the stars, that Starry Dee felt the most at home. Yes, they loved Dreamland, but amidst the marvels of deep space they felt truly connected with everything, abuzz with magic and energy that sent their heart singing with joy.

Without realizing, he had drifted further than usual. But the sky was still bright with stardust, and all worldly things are meaningless when you are such a close part of a galaxy, so he flicked his tail again and let himself float even further from home. And these celestial bodies that he had known all his life, growing familiar with them over long nights spent looking up and countless hours in the skies just like this; speaking to them softly or just staring and taking in their beauty... they were incredible, but he could not deny the thrill of new discoveries, either.

A strange figure in the distance caught his eye when it glinted off the light of a nearby star, almost as if it were metal. Starry Dee squinted at it as it flashed, confused. After only a moment's hesitation, they started to move towards it, and as the object got closer it became increasingly clear that it was not a ship at all. Then what could it.....?

Starry squealed with happiness, too excited to make any other sound for a moment. "Oh my Nova. Oh my literal Nova." He said out loud without fully realizing it, flapping his arms excitedly as he drew closer and the distinctive features of the Galactic Nova became even more clear. In what felt like no time at all, they were right in front of it, their whole being quivering with pure happiness.

"READY. >" It said in a mechanical, toneless voice. Its purple eyes that seemed to hold millions of starts within them stared unblinkingly at the small Dee, glowing brightly.

"Oh my Nova, you're actually real!!! Wait, can I say that to you? Is that weird?" Starry rambled, his tail waving back and forth behind him as he talked. "I mean, I've looked for you my whole life, even though everyone said you were just a legend I always believed you existed!! And now you're really here!! It's such an honor to meet you, really, you're so awesome!!! Does all that stuff on you work right, like the piano or the clock? I have so many questions!! Oh, and of course I have a wish-"

The Nova, which had up until then been listening silently to Starry's rambling, cut him off. "READY. >" It repeated, as emotionlessly as ever.

Staring into the Nova's face made the words of their wish stop just short of coming out. I want to stay here with you, forever. It should have been so easy to say. But there was something about the way that rust collected on the edges of the Nova's otherwise pristine surface, something about the way that light of a different kind flickered deeply within its great galaxies of eyes when they had appeared, something about the terribly lonely idea of being trapped here forever, unable to move or explore, that made them pause.

He imagined- hundreds, maybe thousands of people coming to the Nova to get their wishes granted. The only interaction at all in its life being other people's greed. Living here, anchored and cursed to give everything to everyone but itself until all the stars winked out and it was the sole one left with nobody at all, all alone in the dark for eternity... Or until its machinery succumbed to time's allure at last, failing, never having known anything but what was in its line of sight. And maybe then, such a failure would have been a mercy.

Some people - most people - would have said that machines have no souls. No sense of self, no being. But Starry saw souls in every star and every leaf on every tree. He talked to the morning dew like it was an old friend and told the moon stories when it was full in the sky. He kept his many stickers safe and knew all of their hearts, apologizing to them when they ripped and laughing with them when they shone in the sun and everything was warm. He took a deep breath and faced the Galactic Nova.

"I wish that you could be free."

"... OK. > 3.... 2.... 1.... GO! >"

a wild nova appears!

they are always floating, and appear in a puffball form. they are adjusting... slowly to this new life after centuries of stagnancy, and still act very mechanical. as of right now, their existence is being kept a secret from the star allies/etc until they get more used to life on dreamland. side note! since the original nova plot was undefined, i had it set in the far future and was the "end" of starry dee's story. now, however, due to the rewrite it has already happened. as such, nova will be with starry dee for the remainder of the tournament. they can still grant wishes in theory, but would need to enter a long coma afterwards to "recharge". while they are a biological lifeform now thanks to the wish and not a mechanical one, they still have certain strange properties - like how their body shines like metal still.

.·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

The stars were "wonderful tonight", according to Starry Dee. Nova didn't understand that, though. They looked the same as they always did, and the Dee always said that the stars were "wonderful". According to the knowledge their databases had left them, wonderful was defined as ˈwʌn.də.fl̩, adj: inspiring delight, pleasure, or admiration; extremely good; marvelous. Looking up, they did not feel any of that, as far as they could tell. They had spent many eons looking at the stars, and failed to recognize what Starry loved so much about them. They did not find anything wonderful, not after so long.

They were drawn out of their thoughts by the stirring of the Dee by their side. Nova floated close to the ground where Starry was fast asleep, curled up against part of their side despite his earlier proclamation that "I'm awake for the whole night all the time, it'll be fine!". As they watched, he mumbled something indecipherable in his sleep, though luckily it seemed to be a good dream by the way that his face was scrunched up in what they had come to know as the Waddle Dee version of a smile.

Slowly, they extended a paw. It was the first thing that they had done of their own will without Starry prompting them first ever since they had been freed and come to Dreamland. Somewhat awkwardly, they pet the Dee's head, causing his antenna to twitch. After a brief pause to ensure that wasn't a bad thing, they resumed the motion, which strangely.. became more natural, with time.

And... looking at Starry Dee now, with their newfound freedom all around them, maybe... Maybe Nova could understand how stars were so wonderful, after all.

fin.

(@kirbyoctournament)

[basilone]

100 paired prompts - ⁶²⁾ a white mercedes quarter-ton truck and cheap perfume, for One-Eye!

Thank you so much, Merc, for indulging me and sending me a prompt for the girl I told you I wanted to write more of. 💙 This one naturally features plenty of references to the canon characters we know and love, but the majority of One-Eye's conversation here is with Max and Stella, who've both featured in a fair few stories here before. 😊

It’s one of those early nights, blue sky streaked through with reds and purples, which carries barely a chill on the breeze. The type of dusk that doesn’t cool the earth by much, instead choosing to paint the tarmac and the grass a few different shades than usual. The type of weather, if Evelyn is honest, that really does not require a jacket. Let alone one with wool in it, like hers.

She carefully folds her collar down. Forces it to lay as flat as possible before shrugging her hair over it. It doesn’t look the same as Max’s now. Max keeps her collar tucked against her neck, burrowing her nose and mouth into the wool more often than not. Even now, in this warmer evening, Max’s dark eyes peek out at the world just over the collar’s edge. Evelyn tugs at her sleeves, re-folding the cuffs until they sit the way they do when she’s in the ball turret. It feels better like that, with the fur lining hitting her wrists, right where the edge of her gloves would be.

Major Egan had said something about frostbite, but she’d said something back about needing to be able to shoot in a straight line. As far as Evelyn’s concerned, there are choices to be made about that which are still within her power. I have been in that ball before, sir, she’d said, not wanting to argue but not about to let a pilot tell her how to deal with her gloves. Push had come up behind her, then, already exhaling a cloud of smoke like a dragon from a fairytale might, and had archly told her to remind dear Major Egan of her shooting track record.

Evelyn knows it’s perfect. Knows she cleared the course, and then kept clearing the challenges they could think of giving her. Knows she loses about eight per cent of that accuracy when stuck in the ball, but makes up for that by conserving ammunition until she’s certain she can clear the board. Max and Dee pick up the gaps just fine, able to see what drops in from above better than she can, and Two’s got the whole tail end to herself. Evelyn’s got the belly down, able to spot enemy fighters readying for takeoff down below. She’d even been asked by Jack Ellis, no less, to consider joining a Pathfinder stick or work for him instead. They don’t offer that kind of work to just about anybody.

It’s just not the sort of thing you brag about.

She’d said that much to Major Egan, too, when Push had quite finished with her verbal rampage and had stalked off in disgust over Major Egan’s broad smile and his always nice to see you, Perry that he’d actually managed to sound genuine about. Evelyn doesn’t quite know what Push’s problem with Major Egan is, but did try to remind him that it’s Perrault and not Perry. After all, everybody knows the French and English don’t get along. And Push is French where it counts – Madeleine Fortunée Yolande Perrault, which barely fits on the forms they have to fill out – so Evelyn thinks calling her Perry might be some kind of abomination only Major Egan sees the fun of.

Don’t worry about it, little One-Eye, he’d said, clearly remembering her nickname better than Push’s. And then, just as Evelyn’d thought she’d heard the last about her shooting skills, he’d slung an arm around her shoulders and walked her over to Major Cleven just like that. Had talked her skills up, not just to the Major – who’d given her a little half-moon smile Push’d later said was rare – but also to Captain DeMarco and Captain Rivers-Mayhew, who’d both nodded politely before going back to their game of craps.

“I ain’t ever setting foot in that officers club again,” says Max, to her left, as always echoing some of what Evelyn’s feeling too. “Can’t believe Colonel Harding wanted us to go and mingle like that. We ain’t officers, what in the blazes did he think was gonna happen?”

“To be fair,” says Evelyn loyally, not wanting to fully betray Colonel Harding’s idea by calling it bad, “we haven’t been mingling with the men much at all.” Tonight had been a questionable affair, with half the men talking a bit too loudly about women’s capabilities until Captain Rivers-Mayhew had offered to knock the next guy’s teeth out. Evelyn doesn’t think anybody said much after that, though of course they left the officers in too much of a hurry to say for sure. “And they want to mix all our crews up now that we’ve got new pilots and crews coming in, right?”

Stella, to her right, snorts in what sounds like disgust. “Recipe for disaster, if you ask me. You heard how some of them talked about us tonight. Truly a man’s plan. I heard Cressida Dorrance-Jones calling it a shoddy one the other day, and you know she’s never wrong.”

“She’s wrong about Meatball!”

“Not entirely, Max. Lucy said that Meatball almost chewed through a pack of sanitary towels the other day before Captain DeMarco caught him and gave him his best I’m disappointed in you-face.”

Evelyn snickers at that. “Have you seen Captain DeMarco do that? He’s so unbelievably bad at it.” She can’t stop herself from grinning. “Darlene saw him do it to Meatball one time and said something like that man ain’t gon’ be worth a damn penny when he’s got babies o’ his own. She was smiling about it, but shaking her head so much.”

“Of course she was smiling about it,” snorts Max, “she fancies him.”

“No, she doesn’t?”

Max lifts her chin out of her collar, which lends her a haughtier appearance than she should strictly possess. “She so does. And he’s been going ’round telling Major Cleven he’s gonna marry her. Heard Imogene and the girls talking about it, because he’d been stupid enough to mention it while grabbing coffee.”

“So Captain DeMarco wants her to be his wife,” summarizes Stella, tapping her chin thoughtfully, “but Darlene is still seeing Captain Rivers-Mayhew, which we’ve all been sworn to secrecy about.”

“Yes, except even Colonel Harding knows about that.”

“Does not!”

“Does too,” says Evelyn, scowling at Max’s disbelief. “I heard him telling Captain Rivers-Mayhew to keep her proclivities out of his paperwork and they’d be just fine. I think he meant her relationship with Darlene with that, right?”

“Goddamn, can’t keep a single secret on this base.”

“You can,” says Stella, “if you figure out who talks. And the men all talk. Worse than the women. It’s like that back home, too. Get the women together and you’ve got business. Get the men together… Like little children.” She shakes her head. “My daddy wanted me to stay home so he’s got an in with the women, you know. That’s why he keeps sending me those letters.”

Evelyn’s seen the letters. Carefully typed, never written. Always on paper with a thick envelope, never just the regulation papers they’ve all got. It reminds her of letters from the bank, which her mom had always tucked behind the loose board in the kitchen wall until they’d gotten another hunting windfall. Not difficult to get good at shooting when shooting well means you get to keep your house, she’d almost told Major Egan earlier this evening, except he wouldn’t have known what to do with that information any better than Evelyn knows how to square it away. Stella’s family sure seems worse than a bank, except Stella’s not talking about it outright the same way Evelyn’s not talking about the moonshine in the family cellar any either.

Max sits bolt upright so quickly that the jeep beneath them seems to give a very small shudder. “I know what to do!”

“About my daddy?”

“No, I’m not ready for that big gun thing yet,” waves Max, shooting Stella a quick grin over Evelyn’s head. “I know how to keep our secrets. We make a pact.”

“A what now?”

“A pact?”

“Right! Like, we swear not to tell each other’s secrets to anybody.”

Evelyn chews her lip. “I thought we were already…”

“Shouldn’t the other girls be here for that, too?” asks Stella, casting her gaze around the empty tarmac like she can summon the rest of the Harlot’s crew to their commandeered jeep. “I mean, if we’re going to do a pact…”

“We can just do it in phases, I think? Jesus Christ, Frosty, I ain’t ever had cause to make a pact with anybody before!”

“Well, Maxine,” sneers Stella, propping herself up on her elbows, “usually they come with repercussions if you decide to break one. So, genius that you are, what are ours gonna be?”

“Chores?” asks Evelyn, clamping her hand down around Max’s arm before this devolves into another cat-like mutual slapping attempt that honestly looks beyond embarrassing to an outsider. “And small things, like Tiny being forced to wear Dee’s cheap perfume for a week – she would just about die – and Stella needing to talk to just one guy on her own. And we can ask Push to stop picking fights with Major Egan.”

“That ought to work.”

Evelyn sighs as she pushes herself into a seated position and glances at both of them. “Are we going to ask Captain Rivers-Mayhew too? I mean, if we’re doing it fair, she’s kind of part of us now too. And it’d probably be really nice for her,” she says, “especially because she only knows Darlene really well and she’ll have us in her plane eventually.”

“So what kind of repercussion is Lottie getting?”

“Don’t call her Lottie, Max,” groans Stella, “she’s still an officer. Even though she’s a girl.”

“A real pretty girl.”

Evelyn blinks in surprise. “Is she?” She supposes that’s the sort of thing somebody ought to notice about their officer, but she’s always lagging far behind the rest about figuring this out. “Max…”

“Oh good heavens,” sighs Stella, “don’t you go and get a crush on our new captain, Maxine!”

“You can’t really help a crush, Frosty!”

“You can’t?” asks Evelyn, feeling like the sense the night was making is now finally slipping through her fingers. “I thought…”

“What, that you can just turn it off and back on again? If you could,” snickers Max, “Captain DeMarco wouldn’t be wandering around in a daze after Darlene said hello to him.”

“I don’t know, Max.” Evelyn shrugs. “I’ve never had a crush on anybody before. Sounds like a hassle, so I hope I won’t either.”

“What, like ever?”

“You sound like my sister,” says Evelyn, arching her brow as imperiously as she dares, “and that is not the best compliment I could be giving you right now.”

“All right, so, One-Eye here doesn’t know what a crush feels like and Maxine might have a crush on a girl. And I was never allowed to even think about having a crush, so God only knows what that’ll make me before the war’s done. Most likely exhausted from having dumb conversations like these.” Stella’s matter-of-fact tone brooks no argument. “We’ll enclose this in that pact, seal it with something that isn’t a kiss because I don’t know where any of your mouths have been, and woe be to the person breaking it because we will figure out how to get them back for it.”

“Frosty,” says Max, admiring, “you’re terrifying.”

“Thank you.”

“This is the part where you say likewise, Maxine.”

“Oh, so this is the part where you finally start being scary, then?”

Evelyn smiles to herself as her friends press close to either side of her, bickering all the while. She hardly knows where the war will take them, but she thinks she knows perfectly well that there’s no such thing as being alone in it. Not when you’ve got people who’re willing to make a pact to keep all your secrets in, anyway.

[lazzarella]

Not sure if I should keep posting these Wandee Goodday notes, but I guess we're in the home stretch now, so I may as well...

- So glad they showed us what happened with Taem and Ohm!!!

- "Is it that obvious?" Mate, you can see it from outer space lmaoooo

- Awww, Taem! She's a good egg. She really seems happy for Yak. Not sure if her saying 'don't be the person who realises their feelings too late' relates to her or not? I still find it super hard to read her lol

- Okay, look, I get that Yak was worried about Taem but if he read Dee's texts why didn't he reply??? He just wanted to make that dramatic entrance haa

- Another lovely dance metaphor that I'm too tired to transcribe!

- They won the dancing!

- Omg the cuff on Yokee's/Dr Aphichat's shirt!!!! I NEED TO SEE THE WHOLE THING!

- Boooo! Rewardus interruptus!

- Oh, fuck OFF Ter! Bloody hell, he's like a bad penny

- Another punch! Could've done with a satisfying sound effect but still

- Dr Dee. Is. My. Boyfriend <3333

- Ooh, I love the way Dee's fingers catch on Yak's as he reluctantly lets go, vs how he yanks his hand away from Ter! Love little details like that

- That whole speech from Yak is a major, or whatever, green flag for me was just... It was everything!!! And thanking Yak for coming into his life???? Fuuuuuuuck. So good!

- Like, to find someone who you don't feel lesser than around, to find someone who is your peace of mind, who you love who you are with them... That's the goal right there

- And I am so glad Dee said all of that to Ter with Yak there beside him because they both need to hear it and Dee needed to say it and I love Dee so much

- Did you hurt your hand punching him? :3333

- LMAO at Yak inspecting Dee's face to make sure Ter didn't kiss him 🤣

- OMFG THEY ACTUALLY PUT A TIMER UP FOR THEIR KISS I'M DYINGGGGGG

- And we got another kiss!! YAY!

- ...what... why... Why is Kao shirtless with tape over his nipples?! What is happening? Lmao

- Noooooooo! Not more technical issues! WHY, GOD, WHYYYYY?

- Okay, we're good!

- THEY DIDN'T WEAR THE MERMEN TAILS????? Arghhhhhhh >:(

- "Don't skip steps" awww, Dee! I mean, I do think Yak has been pretty flirty this whole time, but sometimes someone wants a formal flirting stage, I guess. And Dee is a romantic. And a big tease ;D

- I love that wooing Dee and not having sex until they're proper boyfriends was all Yak's idea. He has no one but himself to blame haha

- Dee's pastel striped shirt is cute!

- More domesticity! Yay!

- I love when they clink their cutlery before eating :3

- Okay, Dee is SO teasing Yak with the flower every day and so on thing. He has his teasing voice on lol I love him

- BIKE RIDE!

- wow that was a quick montage! I was kind of hoping to see more of their little trip, but I think it works not dragging this out, even if I wanted to see them camping...

- Oh, it was SO obvious Dee saying 'enough' in the preview was going to be linked to the 'if I love you it's for you' and so on. I enjoy being right :)

- Also, it's interesting that Yak still felt like he needed to be like Ter to win Dee over after everything Dee said after the ball

- "I just want to do things that are me now" YEAH!

- "This is the Yoryak that I like..." Ahhh, Dee, you have issues with having feelings and I love you <333

- This date is SO much cuter! Yak is just at ease and Dee is so fond <333

- Tut tut, Dr Dee, trying to get Dr Kao to break patient confidentiality!

- Omg, I LOVE whiny and pleading Yak so much!!!! He's sooooo cute! I have no idea how Dee ever holds his ground for one second lmao

- Wow, okay, was that a really abrupt cut from Yak pouting to Yei getting beaten up or just me??

- Yei just putting his head in Cher's lap and holding his hand though... Ahhhhhh

- I do like watching Yak train 😏

- oh, what does the swiping your thumb across your nose gesture mean?? I've seen it a few times in Thai BLs/movies?? I think I get it from context but not enough to really put into words lol

- Daddy's home! I am finding the differences in Yak and Yei's reactions intriguing! I was NOT expecting Yak to be pleased to see his dad, so this is an interesting development

- Oh!!! Yellow is their mum's birthday colour! Ah, my heart!!!

- Sidenote, I looked up my birthday colour and it's green and that bloody colour haunts me (it's the colour of my birthstone too)

- Dee holding Yak during the nightmare... Omg, so much is happening in this ep!!!

- That pool scene is so cute! I love Dee being all cute and silly with Yak :D

- "When I've found what I like, why bother looking for something else?" Oooh, you smooth talker, you

- (Also that's me visiting any restaurant for a second time and getting the same dish lol)

- LMAO the dick plushie is in bed with them!!!

- And lol @ Yak asking for sex when it was his rule!! He played himself there!

- "You're my peace of mind" their relationship is so lovely! They're so compatible!!

- boxing blah blah whatever

- WHO IS THE NAZGÛL DUDE???

- I wonder if it's going to like... Be Yak himself under there?

- Awww, Dee broke through <333

- Yak and Dee smiling at each other after Yak won is just... I don't know if I have words left for how much I love them

- I love that Zazaki wanted to join their gym because they're like a family! He's adorable! And a little OTT

- OMG the whole end scene is just EVERYTHING!!! Yak's terrible flirting!! Carrying Dee to the couch! The whole couch scene that parallels their first night together! MORE KISSING!!!! And sexy times because ofc Dee can't keep his hands off Yak despite the rule!! AHHHHH! It just broke me and I love it!!!

Phew, okay, SO much happened in this ep, right?? Like that's not just me???

[dottie-writes-tmnt]

Confessions (pt. 2)

This is part 9 of my fic A New Kind of Familiar. Tags and other chapters can be found here!

No summary actually

They talk about Leo and Karai in this chapter. (Nickelodeon was fucked up for that. Literally after it was revealed they were siblings they were still romantic with each other.) And they talk about Leo having hallucinations

Donnie groaned, letting his head fall forward to hit the table. The lab door opened and closed, Mikey coming over to grab his bandanna tails before he could start banging his head on the table.

“Breakfast, Dee,” the snapper said, holding the plate out of the way in case of the wood turtle lashing out. He offered no response, looking at the snapper.

“If I…if I can’t do this…what’s gonna happen to him? What’s gonna happen to us?”

“Oh, wow, mind reader. I was thinking about that last night. Dee, you know I’ve been thinking about destiny and all that ever since…well. You know.”

And he did. Renet had accidentally-on-purpose (not really, it was an accident on her part but it was something their timeline required) sent herself and Mikey somewhere and the time scepter wouldn’t work. While they were there, Mikey developed some abilities. Things came to him in dreams, he was even more emotionally aware than before, and he was probably strong enough to bench press Leatherhead.

“I’m saying this for a reason, pay attention. I had a dream last night. I saw Raph. It was blurry, but…he looked happy. Happier than he’s ever been with us. I think this is destiny sending him away for some character development, and just like the time scepter wouldn’t bring us back until everything had happened, your machine won’t work until that’s all complete, too. So don’t stress, Dee. I’ll even talk to Leo.”

“He’s been talking to the hallucinations again,” Donnie felt he should inform. His baby brother froze where he’d been getting up, half propped up on the table now. “Said Splinter thinks I should work harder. Which, yeah, he would say that, but he’s not here. And we watched Splinter’s ghost pass on for good. But the moment I said that he got all pissy and… you know as long as he’s talking to things that aren’t real, you can’t get through to him.”

Mikey settled back down, sighing.

“We need to get him out more.”

“Probably.”

The duo sat there, listening to Leo’s footsteps near the lab, and to Donnie’s surprise, Mikey got up and locked the door.

“Mikey, what are you doing? He’s just gonna be even more mad when he sees me!”

“You’re not doing good and you’re just gonna get worse if Leo can talk to you,” the snapper explained, sitting criss-cross applesauce on the table next to Donnie. “And I don’t… Dee, I don’t want all of us to drown just because he is.”

Donnie had never been good at comfort. He had never been good at much besides technology, honestly. Not good at people or being social or anything of the likes. He didn’t know why. But he figured trying wouldn’t hurt. He set a hand on his little brother’s knee, sighing deeply.

“Then we’ll be each other’s lifeboats.”

 

——

 

Leo was more than a little worried about his twin, who had gotten a board out and was writing notes all over it, drawing lines between things like those crazy people in movies.

“So we all agree that he should want to go back if he had a pleasant experience living there, right? Logically, he should miss his brothers.”

“Yeah, but he seemed so…upset when he thought I was gonna send him back.”

“Maybe he’s just attached to us too?”

“No, he talked like they were the worst people alive.”

“I noticed the same thing when he was helping me cook on the first chapter— I mean, night he was here!”

“I’m kinda worried.”

“And we all know what he said about Splinter, but he was probably thinking of his own.”

“That doesn’t make it any better, Leo,” Raph pointed out.

“I know. But someone banned us from asking about his brothers at all.”

“I didn’t wanna make him upset considering he’d only been here for not even a day at the time,” the snapper defended. Mikey shut them both up with a glare.

“We should talk to him. Assuming won’t do anyone any good.”

“Great idea, hermano—“

“Me and Donnie. Sound good? Good. I’ll cook, just send him in about 30 minutes from now. And don’t worry, you two will get your turn. I just don’t wanna overwhelm him with all four of us. And he may be a tad embarrassed about that night, Leo. Raph, he looks up to you. He won’t wanna seem ‘weak’.”

That made sense. Leon sighed.

“Fine.”

 

—

 

Donnie sat at the table, messing around on his phone until Mikey finished cooking, setting the plates so that he and Mikey would be across from Ruby. Almost on cue, right as Mikey closed the fridge, the terrapin walked in.

“You guys wanted to talk? I was doin’ somethin’.”

“Yeah, we did, but I’m sorry we interrupted you,” Mikey said, gesturing for Ruby to sit.

“What were you working on, though?” Donnie asked. Ruby perked up a little.

“I was making some compression gloves for Casey. She says her hands hurt when she crochets and she wishes she had some, so.”

“That’s nice of you,” Mikey chirped, adjusting his glasses. His back was to Ruby. “I’m sure she’ll love them! Especially considering she’s been doing a lot of crocheting recently.”

“Yeah.”

Finally, Mikey turned around and sat next to Donnie. The trio continued to make small talk, Mikey waiting for Ruby to finish eating before sighing. He gave the smallest terrapin a smile.

“Ruby, do you mind telling us about your brothers?”

The relaxed but slightly nervous expression fell, replaced by all those barbed walls falling into place. Immediately. Though Donnie had expected as much.

“Yes, I mind very much. Why? What do you want to know? I already told you they’re perfect at everything they do. Did I say something? I don’t want to talk about them,” the box turtle snapped immediately, already moving to stand up.

“Why not? Did they do something?”

“I said I don’t! Why?! Is there something you’re looking for? They aren’t anything like you, if that’s what you’re thinking, and they’re exact opposites of me.”

“That isn’t what I’m asking for,” Mikey murmured, and Ruby’s head twitched to the side slightly, a behavior Donnie had picked up on from the terrapin when he was in upsetting situations. Donnie watched as the box turtle tapped his fingers against his thighs, an act of nervousness. Stimming.

“Father loved Leo,” he started, spitting the word like a curse, like a slur, through a snout full of poison and hurt. “Donnie makes things, and Mikey draws. Leo was a star student. Donnie’s smart. None of them have tempers like mine. What else do you wanna know? They’re perfect,” Ruby spat through vitriol-coated teeth.

“I wanna know how you feel about them. You’re giving me qualities out of a book. I wanna know about your brothers from you.”

Ruby’s head twitched yet again, the terrapin narrowing his eyes for a moment.

“I can guarantee you don’t.”

“I don’t know them. I don’t care about them. There isn’t an image to shatter.”

Ruby stared at Mikey, skeptical of that calm, caring smile. Finally, the red-wearing box turtle sighed.

“Fine. Get everybody in here, though, because I’m not repeating myself.”

“Well, I re—“

Mikey kicked him. He wasn’t sure why. He was just going to assure Ruby that he wouldn’t have to repeat himself, since he recorded everything. Whatever. He got up.

“I’ll go retrieve the others.”

 

—

 

Ruby wanted to bury himself. He could’ve walked away from this situation. Now the eyes were on him, and he wanted to shrink into a hole, but it was too late now.

“Mikey was still awesome. He was talented, like…he was good at art and stuff, and Splinter was always going on and on about how we needed to be like Mikey because he had more raw talent than all of us combined, especially me. Because Mikey was all happy n shit.

“He liked to piss me off on purpose to see how far he could push me, cuz it was funny apparently. But then he’d get pissy when I did get pissed off, but when I was nice, it was like the world was fucking ending. His insults were always somethin’ special. I think he just liked making me feel guilty, though.”

He glanced up, immediately deciding he didn’t like the looks on their faces.

“Donnie was still smart. Splinter wanted me to be like him because thinking rationally instead of emotionally was an asset I should have. He wasn’t that bad, I guess, he just used big words and said he liked making me feel stupid. And when we were kids, he tried some shit, but we were kids. I think he was the best to me out of them all—“

“What did he try?” Mikey asked, gently.

“Nothin’ big.”

“If it wasn’t anything big, you wouldn’t have said anything,” the box turtle murmured.

“He just let loose his ant farm in my room, it was a joke. He knew I was scared of bugs, and he thought it’d be funny. Everyone got a good laugh out of it and I moved rooms.”

“But…you weren’t laughing, were you?”

That confused him. Of course he wasn’t laughing, he’d been terrified, he’d cried, and then they all just laughed at him and he’d had to replace everything, and poor Spike’s shell had been filled with even more bugs, and April had had to take him to the vet because Ruby couldn’t. But it was just a joke that Ruby overreacted about. He said as much and Mikey simply shook his head.

“It wasn’t a good joke. Tell me about Leo,” the box turtle prompted, and Ruby felt the poison fill his mouth.

“He’s perfect,” he spat. “Splinter’s star student. Splinter’s favorite. The only one Splinter ever listened to, really. He’s everything I’m not. He never loses his cool, he always falls into line, and he annoys the crap out of me. He was the last to cooperate when I came out, though. Kept sayin’ I couldn’t change my gender ‘n stuff.

“Yaknow, like father like son or somethin’. When Splinter died, he appointed himself as the Sensei. And then shit really went downhill. I could never catch a fuckin’ break. Then we killed the Shredder. Then we killed him again. And then Leo decided to get with his sister. But Leo’s always like that. Says you shouldn’t do one thing then does something worse. He used to make me mad on purpose when we were younger. Now it’s just obvious he doesn’t like me.”

“Do you like them? ” Leo questioned, voice oddly gentle.

“Sometimes. When they’re not being dumbasses.”

“And, Ruby, you do know that what they did…isn’t right, don’t you?” Mikey questioned, slowly.

“I did worse,” he was quick to defend them even still. “I’m always snapping at them and being a dick.”

“Because they intentionally push your buttons.”

“Well— but—“

“They were wrong for what they did. Would you ever do any of that to any of us?”

“Of course not! Why the fuck would I—“

Oh.

He frowned, feeling oddly small. Mikey smiled softly, a sad thing, but not pitying.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?”

He gave a tiny nod. That was why he thought the things he thought. The tiny voice in his head always sounded suspiciously like Leo, back from when they were little and he’d constantly try to scare him by saying the others were talking about him or thinking things about him even if they weren’t.

He got angry because his brothers would always make fun of him when he cried. He was fucked up like this because of the way they shaped him.

He was shocked out of his thoughts by a hand on his shoulder. He glanced up to see Red.

“They’re the ones that lost someone great. Yer fuckin’ awesome, and if they failed to see that, then they have no place in your life,” the snapper said firmly even as he pulled Ruby into a hug and rubbed his shell while he sniffled. The others moved to join, and they ended up having another movie night.

Ruby borrowed Donnie’s headphones and didn’t talk for the rest of the night— the words just wouldn’t come, which happened a lot more often than he would like and was always frustrating —but he dozed where he was comfortably wedged between Donnie’s oddly comfortable soft shell and Junior.

Mikey was like a living weighted blanket on his lap, humming along to the songs and applauding the twins’ duetted performance of Poor Unfortunate Souls. His head was filled with cotton, but that was fine, he supposed. Ruby didn’t really want to think after what happened earlier, anyway.

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[justablah56]

Since discord sucks with character limits

So we're starting with this.

We start with the exact relation that Zhao and Jodie hold. Their souls are bound together, however they're separate people who lived their own lives in the Close timeline. In the Foster timeline however, their souls shared a body (Jodie's) because of the timeline shift.

Next. We have Jodie's family life. He's not an only child, but is the second youngest, only having a younger sister. He has an older sister (who cut all ties to the family) and an older brother (who is second oldest). Jodie's father and brother are both cops and also why Jodie became one (to make his family proud of him.) (He doesn't enjoy the job all that much, he likes how he feels because he feels in control of things for once. But it's a lot of just sitting and watching cars as a highway cop.)

His family is the nuclear family type. Mom stays at home and cleans and cooks. Dad works. His sisters were taught how to become good housewives for when they got married. Of course this is also why his older sister (and oldest child) cut ties from the family. However before she did, she and Jodie got along when Jodie had his little "rebel" phase (also when I headcanon when he meets Morgan, who was also having a rebel phase). Of course as Jodie gets older past his younger teens years, he stops this and starts becoming serious. He starts doing things that'll help him go into the career path the rest of the men in his family have done.

Of course this causes a lot of issues for him because he kind of doesn't feel like he has an identity besides just being Officer Foster, one of many. He does like the structure though, his ADHD (and his autism that I hc him with because he's so me fr.)

Now in the Close timeline, he starts to just have a routine of getting up everyday and doing his job, going hoke. Showering and then eating. Then sleeps. Repeat. However in the Foster timeline, he meets Morgan, and they fall in love. So instead his schedule also includes his family in there.

Back to his family however. Him and his father have a strained relationship. When Jodie was younger (in his young teen years), they fought all the time. Mostly about how Jodie wasn't going to become another Officer Foster like every other man in the family. :(

And his relationship with his mother isn't the best as well. He loves and adores his mom, but in the foster household, after one of the boys turns 14, they're kinda just ignored by their mother.

Poor meow meow

Moving to the Close timeline. After Zhao is finally let out of being kinda trapped, Jodie and Zhao go to hell with Nick and Dee (obviously). Jodie never expected to get any sort of acceptance into Dee family, or the demon term (pack). So when he was accepted, it was shocking to him. And now he sees Dee as his mama (not mom, as he can't just forget his mom). But being accepted as one of Dee's kits (and now one of 3, as Dee accepts Glenn as her kit too) [dee went from 1 kit to 3 kits]. Also kit is the demon term for kid/child <3 (I have a lot of demon hcs that I will be sharing during this whole thing)

Zhao and Dee also help Jodie with demon stuff. Like how to keep horns and wings and tails in proper condition. And also how to use Zhao's weapons properly. (Though not without a few burns and scars from practice.)

chewing on this ask SO aggressively I love you , kissing you on the face abt this , I love hearing character rants they're literally everything to me actually <33 BUT absolutely OBSESSED w the idea that Morgan started going out with Jodie during his rebellious phase as a teenager ,,, love that so much actually , but god jodies family makes me so 🥺😭 aNd HIM CALLING DEE MAMA BCS HE CANT FORGET HIS MOM F U C K love all of this sm , folding this ask into an origami swan and holding it gently in my hands btw <3 ty for sending me this I shall cherish it forever <3333

[officialgleamstar]

Okay so.

This isn't even all of it

But all I can write rn

So we're starting with this.

We start with the exact relation that Zhao and Jodie hold. Their souls are bound together, however they're separate people who lived their own lives in the Close timeline. In the Foster timeline however, their souls shared a body (Jodie's) because of the timeline shift.

Next. We have Jodie's family life. He's not an only child, but is the second youngest, only having a younger sister. He has an older sister (who cut all ties to the family) and an older brother (who is second oldest). Jodie's father and brother are both cops and also why Jodie became one (to make his family proud of him.) (He doesn't enjoy the job all that much, he likes how he feels because he feels in control of things for once. But it's a lot of just sitting and watching cars as a highway cop.)

His family is the nuclear family type. Mom stays at home and cleans and cooks. Dad works. His sisters were taught how to become good housewives for when they got married. Of course this is also why his older sister (and oldest child) cut ties from the family. However before she did, she and Jodie got along when Jodie had his little "rebel" phase (also when I headcanon when he meets Morgan, who was also having a rebel phase). Of course as Jodie gets older past his younger teens years, he stops this and starts becoming serious. He starts doing things that'll help him go into the career path the rest of the men in his family have done.

Of course this causes a lot of issues for him because he kind of doesn't feel like he has an identity besides just being Officer Foster, one of many. He does like the structure though, his ADHD (and his autism that I hc him with because he's so me fr.)

Now in the Close timeline, he starts to just have a routine of getting up everyday and doing his job, going hoke. Showering and then eating. Then sleeps. Repeat. However in the Foster timeline, he meets Morgan, and they fall in love. So instead his schedule also includes his family in there.

Back to his family however. Him and his father have a strained relationship. When Jodie was younger (in his young teen years), they fought all the time. Mostly about how Jodie wasn't going to become another Officer Foster like every other man in the family. :(

And his relationship with his mother isn't the best as well. He loves and adores his mom, but in the foster household, after one of the boys turns 14, they're kinda just ignored by their mother.

Poor meow meow

Moving to the Close timeline. After Zhao is finally let out of being kinda trapped, Jodie and Zhao go to hell with Nick and Dee (obviously). Jodie never expected to get any sort of acceptance into Dee family, or the demon term (pack). So when he was accepted, it was shocking to him. And now he sees Dee as his mama (not mom, as he can't just forget his mom). But being accepted as one of Dee's kits (and now one of 3, as Dee accepts Glenn as her kit too) [dee went from 1 kit to 3 kits]. Also kit is the demon term for kid/child <3 (I have a lot of demon hcs that I will be sharing during this whole thing)

Zhao and Dee also help Jodie with demon stuff. Like how to keep horns and wings and tails in proper condition. And also how to use Zhao's weapons properly. (Though not without a few burns and scars from practice.)

That's all. For now.

Also i will be getting designs for everybody mentioned that isn't Zhao, Dee and Jodie (the non named Foster's basically)

okay. home now. i can devote some proper attention to this instead of rotating it in my mind while my brother tries to talk to me about city skylines

this is REALLY GOOD. we have such wildly different visions of jodies life and it makes me giggle a lot but ultimately THIS IS REALLY GOOD. the thought of jodie having siblings especially just makes me like... sad. like they lost their brother! he lost them! thats so SAD AUGH

and yes. of course theyre dee's kits. demons are cats. ALL demons are cats, jodie is my little kitty cat. AND THAT PARTS REALLY CUTE. MAN. AWWW bhjbfghjfbdj i love dee so much shes so funny, i wish we got more of her in canon

[begaydodrughailsaten]

Discord hates long messages so

So we're starting with this.

We start with the exact relation that Zhao and Jodie hold. Their souls are bound together, however they're separate people who lived their own lives in the Close timeline. In the Foster timeline however, their souls shared a body (Jodie's) because of the timeline shift.

Next. We have Jodie's family life. He's not an only child, but is the second youngest, only having a younger sister. He has an older sister (who cut all ties to the family) and an older brother (who is second oldest). Jodie's father and brother are both cops and also why Jodie became one (to make his family proud of him.) (He doesn't enjoy the job all that much, he likes how he feels because he feels in control of things for once. But it's a lot of just sitting and watching cars as a highway cop.)

His family is the nuclear family type. Mom stays at home and cleans and cooks. Dad works. His sisters were taught how to become good housewives for when they got married. Of course this is also why his older sister (and oldest child) cut ties from the family. However before she did, she and Jodie got along when Jodie had his little "rebel" phase (also when I headcanon when he meets Morgan, who was also having a rebel phase). Of course as Jodie gets older past his younger teens years, he stops this and starts becoming serious. He starts doing things that'll help him go into the career path the rest of the men in his family have done.

Of course this causes a lot of issues for him because he kind of doesn't feel like he has an identity besides just being Officer Foster, one of many. He does like the structure though, his ADHD (and his autism that I hc him with because he's so me fr.)

Now in the Close timeline, he starts to just have a routine of getting up everyday and doing his job, going hoke. Showering and then eating. Then sleeps. Repeat. However in the Foster timeline, he meets Morgan, and they fall in love. So instead his schedule also includes his family in there.

Back to his family however. Him and his father have a strained relationship. When Jodie was younger (in his young teen years), they fought all the time. Mostly about how Jodie wasn't going to become another Officer Foster like every other man in the family. :(

And his relationship with his mother isn't the best as well. He loves and adores his mom, but in the foster household, after one of the boys turns 14, they're kinda just ignored by their mother.

Poor meow meow

Moving to the Close timeline. After Zhao is finally let out of being kinda trapped, Jodie and Zhao go to hell with Nick and Dee (obviously). Jodie never expected to get any sort of acceptance into Dee family, or the demon term (pack). So when he was accepted, it was shocking to him. And now he sees Dee as his mama (not mom, as he can't just forget his mom). But being accepted as one of Dee's kits (and now one of 3, as Dee accepts Glenn as her kit too) [dee went from 1 kit to 3 kits]. Also kit is the demon term for kid/child <3 (I have a lot of demon hcs that I will be sharing during this whole thing)

Zhao and Dee also help Jodie with demon stuff. Like how to keep horns and wings and tails in proper condition. And also how to use Zhao's weapons properly. (Though not without a few burns and scars from practice.)

Not all of it but

JODIE MY POOR BOY

GOD THINKING ABOUT JODIE IN THE CLOSE TIME LINE HURTS SO MUCH

ALSO DEE SEMI ADOPTING JODIE AND GLENN BRISNCIANOXNFIAVFOABBFOAMCONWIDBBTIAI

THIS HUGE WEIRD ASS FAMILY MAKES ME ILL THAT YOU SO MUCH SCARY DYING RN /POS

[phoebepheebsphibs]

You yipe as another cat-sized turtle creature bolts into the room, his teeny feet thundering softly. Mittens follows close behind. She gives you a side glare, as if to ask 'why have you allowed more of these things into the house when one was crazy enough?'

You wish you had an answer for her...

"Mikey?! Mikey!" the red turtle shrieks as he hops up and clumsily grips onto the blanket, shimmying up the side of the bed and dropping himself next to Mikey.

He's bigger than the others. Not by much, but enough. His tail taps anxiously against the bedframe as he inspects Mikey. The blue -- Leo sits next to him and takes his hand, trying to calm him down. he keeps glancing back at you, so you figure he may be trying to calm him for your sake, so you don't faint again. That's... that's nice of him...

You push yourself against the floor and scoot backwards until you feel the wall supporting you. You lean your head back and take deep breaths to get your bearings. Mittens leaps into your lap and rests her head against your stomach. Her purrs ground you. Her heartbeat helps remind you to breathe steadily and slowly. Her warmth comforts you. You absentmindedly stroke her fur as you close your eyes. You just need a minute.

You feel a tiny, grubby hand take yours. You peek one eye open and see the red turtle looking at you, scared and shy.

"Are you okay?" he whispers. "We... my brothers didn't mean to scare you. We were just looking for Mikey, and... we're sorry."

"I'm not sorry for anything," Donnie grumbles under his breath.

"Dee!" Leo scolds.

"Okay, fine. I'm sorry for initiating an anxiety attack and fainting spell. But not for anything else!"

You smile weakly.

"It's okay... it's just been a really long and stressful day," you respond, patting the red one's hand gently.

"I'm Raph, by the way," the red turtle says. "That blue one is Leo, the purple is Donnie. And you've obviously met Mikey."

You nod along and give a smile to each one as they are introduced.

"How long has Mikey been sick?" Raph asks.

"Just... for today, I think," you sigh. "He came to my house late last night during a thunderstorm, so I think he got a fever sometime while he was asleep. I took him to a friend of mine, and he said he has a lung infection."

You see Raph's face contort into a terrified expression.

"But it should be okay!" you add quickly. "We gave him some aspirin and helped clear his lungs of mucus. His fever went down a lot, so he's doing better!"

Raph turns back to Leo, who nods to confirm that Mikey's fever is at a semi-normal and easy-to-manage state.

"I... I'm sorry you had to deal with that..." Raph mumbles.

"It's okay!" you say. "He needed my help. And I know that when someone who needs help comes to you, it's probably because you're meant to help them. I'm just glad that I could be useful."

Raph smiles and takes your hand in his teeny little ones, shaking it with gratitude.

"Thank you... thank you for helping him."

Your smile grows.

"No problem. Anytime."

"So, uhhh... what now?" Leo asks. "I mean, we can't exactly take him home yet. He's knocked out from the fever, and I don't think moving someone who is still fighting off an infection is all that great an idea. But we can't just leave him here alone --"

"Why not stay?" you offer.

Leo, Donnie, and Raph swing their heads around to stare at you.

"What?" you ask with a shrug. "Why not! I mean, I'm sure you came from pretty far, it's late, and like you said -- you can't leave with him, and you can't leave him alone! You guys can crash here until Mikey is all better."

"That's -- no, no, we couldn't possibly do that to you --" Raph stutters and stammers.

"I don't mind, honestly!" you retort.

"Well..." Leo shrugs and sighs. "I mean... I guess we could. But only until Mikey is all better!"

"If you want," you say with a nod as you carefully get to your feet.

Secretly, you're disappointed. You would have loved for Mikey to stay with you possibly forever, as either a strange kind of talking pet, or an odd adopted sibling-child type thing, or... well, anything. But he has a family, and they need him.

"So, you guys hungry?"

All eyes widen.

"We... couldn't impose..." Raph starts.

"Oh yes we could!" Leo jokes. "I am STAR-VING!"

You chuckle.

"Well, I can order in some food. What would you guys like?"

"Pizza!" comes a unanimous group vote.

After five minutes of deciding toppings and haggling on whether or not pineapple belongs on pizza, you order a few 'zas and wait for the delivery guy to come to the door.

The living room is quiet, and you lounge on the couch. You play some worship music on shuffle to help you calm down a bit more and get some peace. The anxiety attack may be over, but you're still a little shaky and there are three new strangers in the other room; you left them to let them have some privacy with Mikey and talk things over.

Walk in the Promise by Bethel plays. Gratitude by Brandon Lake. See the Light by TobyMac. You consider even playing a Silly Song from Veggietales to help lighten the mood when Donnie scuttles into the room and hops up onto the couch with you.

"Hello," you say awkwardly as he sets himself right beside you.

"Greetings, human," he responds flatly. "I thought I would... accompany you while we wait for the artisanal flatbread."

"Oh! Uh, okay," you say, twiddling your thumbs.

You sit in silence.

"I like your music," Donnie mentions.

"Thanks," you say. "It helps me when I'm feeling stressed... It brings me peace, reminds me to cast my anxieties away and give them to a Father who cares."

"...I've had some anxieties these past few days, too," Donnie sighs. "What with Mikey disappearing..."

"I bet," you nod. "Do you know how he got here?"

"Not entirely," Donnie sighs. "We were trying to work on his mystic powers, and Leo's ninpo must've gotten mixed up with his... It's the only explanation I can think of at the moment."

You two sit in an awkward silence before he starts rambling.

"Thank you... for helping him..." he mumbles. "It must have been difficult. Especially now. He's not usually so -- I mean, he wasn't always..."

You hear him choke up a bit. You rest your hand on his head gently, trying to comfort. He flinches and growls before realizing what you were trying to do. He relaxes, and lets you proceed with the head rubs.

"Mikey wasn't always...?" you prompt. "Always what?"

"I don't know. 'Different' from us. At least, not like this. He used to be..." Donnie chuckles dryly; a feeble attempt to keep himself from falling apart. "...He used to smile a lot. He could talk in full sentences; not broken, stuttering english sprinkled with the third person. He used to be able to draw. He used to do so many things, and I -- we failed him."

"Failed him how?"

"It's a long story, but a while ago Mikey was kidnapped by a bunch of evil scientists and they did... experiments on him. They changed him. He didn't always look like that, he didn't have so many spots, and his tail was a lot shorter, and his eyes weren't so creepy -- anyways. We staged a rescue mission, but by the time we got him back it was too late, and they had... they'd changed Mikey. They'd practically erased him. And now he... he barely remembers me--!"

Donnie tries to hide his face so you can't see him cry. He covers his mouth so you can't hear him whimper and heave sobs. You feel his frame shaking under your hand.

You pick him up and cradle him close. You rub circles into his soft shell, whispering comfort to him.

"It's okay, it'll be alright, it's not your fault..."

In a moment, the other two join you and try to comfort Donnie... along with each other. The music continues gently as Come to Me by Bethel Music and Jenn Johnson fills the room. You find yourself crying along with the poor turtle boys. They've been through so much, and they didn't deserve it. You wonder why this happened to them, why Mikey was tortured like that, why they were separated once again...

And suddenly, you wonder why it was you that found Mikey, or maybe why Mikey found you, or whatever. You wonder why it happened like this, why you of all people. You wonder... how miraculous this is, that you of all people were chosen. Somehow, in some strange way... you almost feel blessed. Special. 'Chosen'.

In any case, you're glad that it's you, here and now, to help them. You hug them all tightly, a silent promise to do everything you can to keep them safe and help them get back home.

You all jump in fright when the doorbell rings, announcing the arrival of the pizza guy.

What happens next, @truths33k3r4 ???

Ok. Ok. Ok- this is…this is fine. There’s more- heheh. There’s more Mikeys- Or, Mikey-like creatures- Just two more! This.. this is FINE.

A few beats pass in tormented silence as I stand and try to process the addition of more creatures that have scurried into my life. The whole of this stressful day has really taken a lot out of me mentally- and now it’s really starting to show.

Oh shoot. I should say something.

I try to shake the rumbling mists of worry and panic out of my head, settling for just the tingling sensation of sheer and utter confusion.

“H-hello?”, I say to these new brightly-clad creatures now staring daggers into my soul, “I- I’m sorry this is just a lot to..to process- I..”

I take a breath.

“Okay. Mikey will be fine,” I hold out my hands in a steadying motion, “I gave him some medicine and his infection should be gone in a fe-”

“WHAT?” The blue one, Leo, shrieked, pulling Mikey’s weak body closer to his own protectively, “An infection?!” He gently cups Mikey’s sluggish face into his hands, “Mikey! Come on! Wake up!!!” 

Mikey slurs some incomprehensible words before allowing his head to sag deeper into Leo’s arms. This just makes the tension in the room rise, as well as fan the flame of hatred flickering in the eyes of the creature adorned with a bright purple mask and pixel-like markings.

“He-He’ll be okay.” I say as I try to take a step forward, but am abruptly halted by the sharp hiss from the purple creature, “I gave him medicine, and the doc said he’ll be okay in a few days.”

I watch as Leo’s eyes search me, trying to decipher if I or my words can be trusted. Neither of the creatures release me from their soul-piercing gazes, but eventually Leo’s expression softens, while the purple one’s dulls.

“Wh-what did you give him?” Leo hesitantly asks, as the purple one joins him on the bed alongside Mikey, “I don't think our kind can’t handle human medicine.”

The purple creature gives a minimal nod of agreement without letting his eyes off me.

I slowly.. very slowly.. crouch to the floor so that I’m now at eye-level with all the creatures. My heart continues to pound in my ears, and my chest feels warm with re-kindled adrenaline. It’s also kinda.. getting hard.. to breathe.

“I didn’t give him any human meds- it was-” I pause, asking myself if I will offend the heck out of the other creatures if I say “animal medicine”. But it was the truth, and therefore quickly escapes my mouth. “It was for animals. The doc said it would be safer for him.”

Leo finally turns his piercing blue and brown eyes away from my jade. The purple one’s silvery-blue irises also release me from their grip to look down at Mikey. Leo’s head twists and tilts, looking over Mikey like he’s a doctor inspecting a patient. The purple one sits close by, doing the same. After a little bit, the two brightly-clad creatures turn to look at each other. Leo shrugs, while the purple one gives another subtle nod. They turn their eyes back to me.

“He’ll be okay?” Leo asks me, as his eyes once again search my soul for any deceit hiding in the shadows.

“Yes. The doc said he’ll be..” I gulp down the sudden taste of acid in my throat, ”..f-f-fine..”

My chest aches as I feel my airway slowly closing up with every breath I take. My ears fill with a sharp hum as my vision starts to make the forms of the three creatures before me double..and triple..

Not now. COME ON, NOT NOW. 

My episodes have never come with an invitation, and this time around was no different. It’s embarrassing enough when it happens in front of other people, but of course it had to happen in front of three turtle-cat-creature things.. I love my life.

As my vision continues to pixelate and distort, I instinctually sit down as fast as I can. The sudden thud makes the purple creature let out a low growl, but I’m too busy trying to breathe to notice him. Before my nausea begins, I shut my eyes tight and go limp on the floor. My vision goes dark, but my other senses remain awake, hearing the faint sounds of scuttling paws cautiously creeping closer.

A hand the size of a bottle cap touches my face.

The sensation of the touch was similar to brushing your skin up against leather. Compared to Mikey’s more sharp and jagged scales, this creature’s body was smooth and covered in tiny scales delicately placed in neat rows.

“Are you cognitive, human?” 

My brain can’t connect the voice to any I’ve heard before, so I assume this is the purple creature’s paw on my face. Suddenly I’m very grateful that I can’t feel any claws piercing into my skin.

I feel the small hand pull away with a gasp as my legs and shoulders start shaking. 

“What the?!”

I can only hum in response to his concern, but it comes out as a hushed wince. 

I probably just made him more worried..

In a few minutes, I can finally open my eyes again, letting my dark world alight with the solid teals and greys from my room’s walls. The pixels of a small, concerned, and purple face crystalize before me.

“H-hhhhi.” I choke out as my breathing slowly steadies. “S-sorry..”

“Why are you apologizing, human?” The purple creature retorts, waving it’s widdle hands in the air, “It is highly unlikely you did that on purpose.”

If I didn’t just have an episode, I would be AWWW-ing like crazy right now.

“Is she okay?” Leo calls out to Purple, still holding Mikey close.

“Hmmm.” Purple leans over my shoulder to look directly into my face, poking my skin, and using his widdle hands to widen my eye. He pulls away and plants his hand contemplatively on his chin, “It..seems she’s fine.. Course, I’m no human expert. None of the books in the Toshokan have ever documented the illusive human…I mean- I would know, seeing how I have read every single page-”

“- Less nerding more helping, Brainiac.” Leo mocks as he looks down from the height of the bed.

With movement as fast as a rewinding snail, I shakily push myself off the floor into a sitting-up position. My legs and shoulders ache from my shivers, but my brain and body are finally returning back to normal. 

“I’m.. I’m alright. Totally normal- nothing to worry about-” I say, as I sigh and stroke my neck, “..Happens when I’m stressed out.”

Leo tilts his head, “Why would you be st-”

“-Really, Leo?” Purple sighs, motioning to himself and the blue-clad creature dramatically, “You think it would make sense that she would be as cool as a cucumber with..this whole situation???”

“Uh-yeah!” Leo rolls his eyes and drops his shoulders, “She should be honored to be in the presence of greatness~ Maybe she’s stressed cause she woke up to your gigantic forehead, Donnie.”

“Scoff! Highly inaccurate, Nardo. My forehead is the perfect size to contain my magnificent brain.”

I blink, restarting my brain to go into *processing mode* once again.

Okay.. Stay calm..

There’s three.. Turtle creatures.. in your bedroom. Mikey, Leo, and..um- oh, Donnie. There’s three now. That’s fine. I’m fine. This is fine.

“WHAT’S GOIN’ ON?? WHERE’S MIKEY? WHAT WAS THAT THUD??” Another more scratchy and low voice rang out from behind me, making me jolt something awful.

…Four…..There’s.. 

..four.

What happens next, @phoebepheebsphibs? :) Also- MAN ALIVE IT FELT AMAZING to get back to writing after all this time!!!! It's good to be back. :)

~ Melissa

( I actually had to make my own personal post in order to add it to my library of links, sooo here's the official post for chapter 7 of me and Phoebe's collab story! :) )

[wickfur]

10 people you want to know better

Thanks for the tag @nagichi-boop 😊

Relationship status: Single, not really looking either xD

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Favorite colours: Green that goes towards the yellow side, like new spring leaves or moss. And I love blues and purples.

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Favorite foods: That's a bit hard. But Teriyaki chicken/beef. And I really enjoy chicken with fries and BBQ sauce. And anything sweet like candy, cakes, cookies you name it. I love when foods taste a lot of spices.

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Song stuck in my head: Drum go dumb by K/DA

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Last thing you googled: Italian how do you pronounce vermouth

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Time: 23:03am

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Dream trip: Japan, especially Kyoto, it seems so beautiful and Tottori (I wanna go to the Detective Conan museum/Conan town). Otherwise Disney world in florida, specifically animal kingdom so I can go to Pandora - The world of Avatar.

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Last thing you read: Um I guess if you must know.. xD Randen to Saga by AIKAWA Fuu, a delinquent BL/Shounen ai manga.

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Last book you enjoyed reading: Not a book but a fic series 😊 Ghost of the NYC by ASharksReadingGlasses on AO3 & @/the-stove-is-on-fire. It's a Danny phantom / Marvel crossover with Spideypool. It was very good 🥰

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Favorite things to cook/bake: Sockerkaka or Sponge cake, I believe it's called in English.

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Favorite craft to do in your free time: Writing and digital art! 😊 And I love costume crafting, especially tails of all kinds.

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Most niche dislike: The feeling of spider web on my skin and the noise it makes when you accidentally brush it away. Gross. I have to get a stick or a broom to take them away, Never with my bare hands. Weirdly I'm more okay with it if it's outside in nature, outside of manmade structures, which is strange… xD

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Opinion on circuses: I think I went one time as a kid, I don't remember anything but the half scary clown. I don't particularly care about it as long as they aren't hurting animals. That's something I heard happens. QvQ

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Do you have any sense of direction?: Sort of? I have a fair grasp on what direction I'm going from a peculiar point, like my house. But if I lose track of my origin point I get lost. I rely entirely on the memory of houses, monuments, trees and other stuff that caught my eye to get around. And I have to glance backwards from time to time too, otherwise I won't know my way back xD GPS All the way otherwise. Oh and my mental map consists entirely of roads to places. Most of the time I have no idea where places are in the world until they cross a path I know, like a giant puzzle missing pieces until they connect. And I get very disoriented in buildings, especially if they have multiple stairs and rooms. Anyway, I'm done xD Now who to tag.. If u want @katsukifatale, @nymphadorathetemplar, @glitchedcatto, @dee--eer, @airu27-rkgk, @theiris1002, @browa123, @xnicowritesx, @rainyfox3, @ueyyuey and whomever sees this and want to join in 😊

[neechees]

You mentioned in ur tags "why not fucked up squirrels or birds" but to me, they'd be too small to really cause any major damage to a human being and are easy to defend from/capture. Like I've never been scared of that Alfred Hitchcock movie "The Birds" cuz..... why would I be afraid of a seagull I could defeat with a broom and a pack of mcdonalds french fries lmao. Maybe larger predatory birds like vultures or owls but that doesnt carry the same weight of "this ordinarily harmless thing is now a predator to humans." Deer to me have 4 aspects that make them scary if they suddenly became dangerous to humans: 1) being super fast and you cant outrun them, which is terrifying if youre being chased. 2) they're a solid size so if they hit you, they actually could probably knock you over and trample you, which is dangerous 3) male deer in the autumn have big antlers that are pointy and can gore you, coupled with heightened agression due to mating season and 4) they tend to live and move in groups, so even if you get away from one there's still the potential that more could still get you

None of this makes the whole ice demon fetish ok, but thats why I personally find the idea of Carnivorous Predatory Deer so scary lmao.

I feel like Elk or Moose could be really good contestants for this kind of thing then but you don't see them as often, it's usually like white tailed dee or roe deer! Elk and Moose are bigger and faster too. Or horses!! Maybe even cows.

[sidespart]

For the fake fic title, if you're still doing it: Why do you hate me? (I honestly don't know where I came up with this lol)

X-Men AU!!! Found Family + Anxceit friendship. TW: child soldiers, child endangerment, abuse etc

(So typical X-men universe set up: some people are born with the X gene, which typically triggers during puberty, giving that person a mutation which normally results in cool powers. Many people hate mutants for their differences (/ bad press of people using their mutant powers for the evilz) and so most mutants live in hiding. The Xavier Institute is a school set up by an extremely powerful mutant which seeks to provide a safe space for young mutants to learn to manage their powers, get a regular education and hopes to see peace between humanity and mutant kind. The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants is a group of mutants who believe humans will never let mutant live in peace and do various anti-human, pro-mutant vaguely terrorist-y actions (there’s like a billion version of the x-men and these details may not be correct for all the versions all of the time because comics but this is the vague idea))

ANYWAY PLOT - Containment breach at the Super Secret Child Soldier Lab (SSCSL) - Subject VII has escaped. Subject VII is only 6-7 years old but his mutations were artificially triggered much younger than is normal. He can warp reality and create very sophisticated illusions, but has very limited control over his powers.

Cut too - Virgil and Dee, a couple of teenage mutants living on the street. They find a little boy with a buzzcut wandering around The Bad Part Of Town and Virgil immediately decides they need to adopt/help him (Dee makes more of a fuss about how this is not their responsibility and the kids barely even talking and do you know how hard I work just to keep you and now you wanna add another mouth to feed?? Huhh?? but obviously does not actually say no) (Dee is like. Barely any older than Virgil he’s just dramatic). 

Naturally, just as the three of them have had time to bond, the SSCSL and other assorted bad guys show up to try and take VII back. There’s a big fight, Virgil and Dee have a lot more experience with flight and would probably have ended up dead if the X-men (Patton and Logan) hadn't shown up to save them. 

But they lose VII.

Patton and Logan take them back to the Xavier institute to recuperate and offer to let them stay. They can go to school there, get some training and help the X-men track down VII and the whole SSCSL. Virgil says yes, Dee says no.

(So, reasoning - Virgil's mutation developed when he was 12. It was not pleasant. Various students at his school were injured and the media set up a which hunt for the mutant that caused the chaos. Virgil ran away from home because he was worried about the backlash on his family and about hurting anyone else again. So to him, this school full of mutants who can help him control his power, can offer him stability and a return to normal structures and routines, who are promising to help him get in contact with his parents if and when he’s ready?? This is like every fantasy he’s ever had come true

Unlike the other characters, Dee’s primary mutation is physical. He was born with it, its very obvious and its resulted in him being rejected for most of his life. He bounced around increasingly disturbing foster homes before running away when he was very young, so most of his memories are of living on the streets and surviving on his own. So, to him, number one: all adults are inherently untrustworthy idiots and number two: stay at a school? where they expect him to have a curfew? and, what - write essays? follow all their random arbitrary rules? rely on them for food and heat and all that shit? Completely ludicrous.)

It doesn't occur to either of them that the other one isn't going to agree with them. The resulting argument is epic and cruel, both hurling accusations at the other (Ungrateful /controlling are two of the big ones..) and both basically feeling hateful and 100% betrayed. Dee leaves and although they look for him, he’s got a lifetime experience of hiding and they cant find him.

CUT TO - 5 years later. Virgil is a (semi) well adjusted 19 year old junior X-men. He’s still a bit withdrawn, but is very close with Patton and Logan. He’s still holding out hope of finding VII one day and still firmly pretending he’s not listing out for any possible news of Dee (there were rumours some years ago of him joining the brother hood of evil mutants but then it all went quiet) who he, of course, hates for his betrayal. 

BUT THEN - mysterious knocking at the door in the night. Dee, now wearing a hat and cape and calling himself Janus, has returned. And he’s brought with him a little boy with a buzzcut and a tattoo of XXII on his foot.

Janus and Virgil need to put aside their resentment and work together to help XXII, who really does not seem interested in helping them, and hopefully use any clues he can give them about the SSCSL to track down VII. But that's difficult when they’re both still struggling with their own trauma and have no idea how to reconnect - both of them want to ask why do you hate me but are a bit too scared of the answer. ...

This already got way to long so mutant power/ extra back story descriptions under cut!

Patton - 22/27 years old. An extremely powerful telepath/empath. It takes him serious concentration and focus to not hear peoples thoughts and its almost impossible to not feel their feelings. Some people dislike him because of this as they feel he's spying on them. Grew up in the Xavier institute and 100% believes in and is committed to the future where humans and mutants live in harmony. Has pretty limited life experience in the real world. Sometimes floats. (inspired by professor X)

Logan - 21/26 years old. Fires destructive laser beams from his eyes. Was in a car accident when he was younger leaving him with permanent but apparently harmless brain damage - until his mutation developed and he slowly realised that no matter how much he trained he just couldn't control his power. Has to wear specialised eye guards at all times to keep himself from accidentally destroying everything around him. Had big plans to go to university and was angry at his mutation for a long time for getting in the way of that. Eventually enrolled online and is now a very dedicated teacher at the Institute. (inspired by cyclops) 

Janus - 15(?) / 20(?) His primary mutation is  lizard/snake like scales over most of his body, but especially the left side. Has oversized fangs, and yellow eye and a short lizard tail. His secondary mutation makes him immune to almost any sort of mental based mutation (so Logan could still knock him on his ass with his lasers, but Patton cant sense anything form him and Virgil cant whammy him). Spent a lot of his life on his own and got by being sneaky, cunning and charming. Initially took Virgil in because he saw that his powers could be useful for keeping them both safe, but eventually Virgil became his first real friend.

Virgil - 14/19. Shadow manipulation and ‘draining’. Virgil can make himself (and with practice, people he touches) literally disappear into the shadows. He can also direct shadows as powerful energy ‘blasts’, but in order to do so he has to drain any surrounding living things of their energy. When his mutation first developed  he took out half of the school hall where his exam was being held, leaving 15 students in a coma. (inspired by rouge/shadow cat)

VII - 6? / 11? Reality warping/illusion powers. One of the institutes first successful subjects. He was able to escape by changing the wall of his cell into a door. He finds it hard to talk but can project his ideas as lifelike illusions who can talk for him. One of his best is the image a handsome grown up Prince and he will often use this Illusion as an avatar to communicate. When he was 6 he did have some hazy memories of outside the SSCSL and expressed a desire to go home. Current status is unknown. 

XXI - 7.  Illusion powers  (reality warping has been removed from the program by his time as subjects proved too difficult to control). Has no memories of outside the institute and is extremely uncooperative with his new captors/guardians. He does not understand the affection they’re trying to show him and lashes out a lot, often by creating a lot of extremely disturbing and graphic illusions. Bites. 

[onejellyfishplease]

so in the movie (specifically the 2017 movie) we are presented with 5 power rangers, of the colours there are: Red (who is the leader), Blue, Pink, Yellow and Black.

If we were going to assign each of the turtles (and April) one of these i believe it would go like this:

Raph is the Red Power Ranger (obviously)

Leo is the Blue Power Ranger (also obviously)

April shall be the Yellow Power Ranger

Donnie will be the Black Power Ranger -cause its like basically purple right?? all the highlights are purple so yeah.

Mikey is the Pink Power Ranger because i do what i want.

(I will draw these... eventually... armour is hard to draw so we'll see)

whoops this turned into a long post lol

But that's not it!! In the move the Power Rangers also get Zords -which are basically giant dino themed mecs. though really only like 3 of them are obviously dino themed.

Red gets a T-rex (because of course it does- what else did you expect?)

Blue gets a Triceratops (which i cant be annoyed at because they are awesome)

Pink gets a Pterodactyl Jet thing -which is awesome and Mikey will love it

now the rest are a big hard to tell, so i shall consult the interwebs.

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the interwebs couldnt help me.

okay that was a lie. mostly. Apparently the Yellow Zord is a sabre tooth tiger -which yeah it looks sorta feline, and yep those are indeed fangs- but the movie literally said that the forms of the zords was inspired by apex predators living at that time which doesnt make sense because sabre tooths lived millions of years after the dinosaurs and this makes me so confused and.

anyway.

The Black Zord? no clue. somewhere did say that it was a Mastodon (which is a type of ancient mammoth?) (which brings up the same problems as the sabre tooth tiger but im not gonna get into that) But it looked nothing like an elephant in the movie??? so im just confused. i thought it was some kind of anklosaur but it didnt have the tail so. idk

here is the abomination btw. i wish you luck. (I guess i can see a trunk and tusks? but really.)

And naturally they all come togther Voltron style to form a massive fuck off robot. with Raph as the head, Mikey and April as the arms, and Leo and Donnie as the legs.

(Also im imagining their Ninpō also coming into play, so imagine Raphs projection covering an already massive robot and making it even bigger oh my gosh)

also take a scene that wouldnt leave my head:

Zordon: (btw zordon is the consciousness that lives in the alien ship -he was the last Red Power Ranger before he died.) And you Donatello, are the Black Power Ranger

Donnie: What? I thought i was the purple one?

Zordon: No-

Donnie: I mean look at this armour- its purple!

Zordon: Well its mostly black-

Donnie: that's called an asthetic choice

Mikey: and anyway, black is a shade, not a colour

Leo: Yeah! and look at the glowy light! its purple too! you cant have black-light anyways,

Donnie: Well actually-

Leo: Shush Dee, im backing you up here

anyways i hope you enjoyed my info dump ^^

me watching a power rangers movie (the one with krispy kreme) ... how can i mix this with rottmnt

[criminalmindzjunkie]

I Carry Your Heart With Me (Part One)

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Summary: Spencer and the reader are reunited for the first time in fifteen years. 

A/N: Very excited to get the ball rolling on this one. I hope you all enjoy it! Message me if you would like to be added to the taglist.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 4.5k

“I cannot believe you talked me into this,” Damien mutters from the passenger seat, his icy blue eyes wide with fright. He pulls his gaze away just long enough to point at a lone cow grazing to the left of the road. “Look! That cow is just like… standing there. No fence around him or anything. What’s stopping him from stampeding into us the second we get out of this car?”

Damien sounds so genuinely horrified that you almost feel bad for laughing. Almost.

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem, Dee. Besides, that cow didn’t even look up when we drove past. We’re not even on its radar.”

“Oh, yeah? Ever heard of a little thing called mad cow disease?” Damien persists, in typical dramatic flair. You roll your eyes at him and he curses underneath his breath. “You know, when I agreed to go with you to this wedding, I pictured something more akin to a five-star resort with a minibar and a heated pool. Not rogue livestock and shitty cellphone reception.”

“You didn’t agree to anything – you practically begged me to take you with me.”

Damien waves his hand, dismissive, his eyes still roaming over the pasture. “Because I wanted an excuse to take a week off work. This is not the controlled environment I expected.”  

“If you don’t quit complaining, I won’t hesitate to push you out of the car and leave you here with the cow,” you retort. In your periphery you’re able to make out Damien raising his middle finger to you. Rude.

You chuckle and fix your attention back on the dirt road. You’re driving almost painfully slowly, because the very idea of having to pay extra for damages to this already astronomically expensive rental car makes you feel nauseated. Despite your efforts, the car is covered entirely in dust. Its once pristine, white paint job has transformed into a muddy color.

There goes my deposit.

You shake your head at the thought. You had more pressing matters to concern yourself with; i.e., the fact that you were approximately five minutes away from coming face to face with the one person you swore you’d never speak to again. Two months seemed like ample time to prepare yourself in theory, but now that it is no longer some far-off thing, you know that your attempts at preparing yourself were in vain. With each day you crossed off the calendar leading to your departure date, your anxiety grew and grew until you worried your poor heart would give out under the stress. Getting onto the plane bound for Montana felt like the proverbial nail in the coffin, and a hefty dose of Dramamine was the only thing that kept you from spiraling as the plane ascended into the air. You slept through the entirety of the trip and, much to Damien’s chagrin, there is a sizeable puddle of drool on his left shoulder to prove it.

The lengthy nap helped. The tight band constricting your chest had loosened, and you pulled out onto the highway feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. You had Damien by your side and five vacation days to enjoy. Your best friend was getting married to the love of her life, and you were hellbent on standing by her side through it all. Spencer Reid can kiss your ass, as far as you are concerned. No way is he going to ruin this for you.

You are still very much clinging your take-no-shit mentality when you breach a hill and the ranch comes into view, effectively expelling every single positive thought from your head. Aforementioned anxiety reappears in full-force and you stomp down on the breaks.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can do this,” you squeak out, casting a look at Damien, whose eyes are trained on the sprawling expanse of the house ahead of you. “We can still turn around – no, we should turn around. There is no version of this that won’t end in me getting embarrassingly drunk and crying in front of everyone. I’m turning around.”

Damien’s hand on yours, strong and steady, is the only thing that keeps you from whipping the car around and retreating with your tail between your legs. His fingers pry your white knuckled grip off of the wheel slowly, his thumb rubbing reassuring circles across your skin. Its sweet and so overwhelmingly gentle that you’re a bit stunned. You glance at him in a silent question, as if to ask who are you, and what have you done with my friend?

He gets the message loud and clear, because of course he does. Damien fixes you with a smile, grip tightening on your hand.

“I’ve seen you hold your own against some of the biggest names in journalism on an almost daily basis – looking damn sexy while you do it, might I add,” Damien chuckles, and you can’t help but give a weak laugh of your own. Damien’s smile grows at this, and he continues, “If you can handle your business against those conniving pricks, I’ve no doubt that you can tough it out for this. You’re not the type of woman that lets some guy dictate what she does or doesn’t do. And you sure as hell aren’t the type of woman that would let some guy rob her of the opportunity to stand by her best friend on the most important day of her life. As the person who probably knows you better than anyone else on the planet, my opinion of you is pretty rock-solid, if I do say so myself. So, unless I’ve completely overestimated the extent of your badassery, I suggest you rethink that plan. What do you say?”

You avert your eyes and swallow against the lump in your throat.

“Spencer’s not just some guy. For a long time, I was convinced that he was the guy,” you whisper. The car is silent, save for the quiet crooning voice of George Michael flowing through the speakers. Damien squeezes your hand, prompting you to continue. You blink up at him with wet lashes, lips pulled into a sad smile. “Have you ever been in love?”

Damien shakes his head and rubs his thumb along the top of your hand. “I can’t say that I have, babe. Haven’t been that lucky.”

You let out a shaky breath and bring your other hand up to wipe at your eyes.

“Maybe you’re better off. I’ve only been in love once,” you gesture to your pitiful appearance and choke out a wet laugh. “Look where that got me. He fucking crushed me, and fifteen years later I’m still broken up about it. It’s pathetic.”

Damien frowns and shifts in his seat so that he’s fully facing you.

“I don’t want to hear you say that self-deprecating shit again. You were hurt by someone you gave your heart to, and I can only imagine how devastating that must feel. Being upset about seeing him again does not make you pathetic. The fact that you’re here, about to spend a week with the guy just so you can be there for Cassidy, is pretty damn admirable as far as I’m concerned.” Damien ends his monologue by pulling you into a tight hug, and you couldn’t be more thankful that he’d come with you. Not only was he a secret sweetheart, he also gave the very best hugs.

By the time he releases you, the tension in your chest has eased significantly. You nod once, and Damien’s rewards you with a smile.

“I am pretty cool, aren’t I?”

Damien snorts rather unattractively and rolls his eyes.

“I take back everything. You suck, and I don’t know why I bother with you, you narcissist.”

Now that the mood has lifted significantly, you reluctantly press your foot against the gas pedal.

“Too late. No takesies backsies,” you singsong. “You think I’m sexy and badass, and I’m never going to let you forget it.”

Damien mutters something undoubtably snarky underneath his breath, but it’s drowned out by the sound of gravel crunching underneath the tires. That, and the sound of your blood roaring in your ears as you inch further down the driveway.

The house, a beautiful log cabin with stone accents along the underside, is massive. Standing at two stories tall with a large wraparound porch and more than a dozen large windows, it’s a far cry from the modest little cabin in the mountains that Cassidy had made it out to be. Even Damien is slack jawed at the sight of it, sitting pretty against a back drop of rolling mountains, and you can’t help but feel a little smug.

“Still want to complain about that five-star resort?”

Damien shakes his head dazedly, “I retract my earlier complaint.”

All too soon, you roll to a stop and put the car in park. Several other cars are parked haphazardly in the grass around you, and that annoying voice inside your head wonders which one belongs to Spencer. It’s not that you care – you totally don’t – it’s just that you are kind of hoping that he hasn’t arrived yet. A few hours to acclimate to the environment before having to deal with him would be nice.

“You’ve got this, babe,” Damien murmurs. “And I’ll be with you the whole time, just in case you need a reminder.”

You flash Damien a nervous smile.

“You’re a really good friend, Dee. I’m really glad that you’re here,” you say, before narrowing your eyes at him. “If you tell anyone I said that, I’ll deny it.”

Damien snorts and pushes open the door.

“Get your sassy ass out of the car. I’m ready to mingle.”

As soon as you set foot on the porch, the front door flies open and a flash of curly red hair precedes a collision that nearly sends you flying back into the railing. Ecstatic squeals rip through the otherwise serene evening air and two boney arms envelop you into a tight hug.

“I cannot believe you’re actually here,” Cassidy laughs as she squeezes you tight. Her enthusiasm has you joining in, the two of you laughing happily and pulling back to examine one another. Cassidy places a sloppy kiss to both of your cheeks before throwing an arm over your shoulder. “I fully expected you to just blow off the whole thing, if I’m being honest.”

You cast at Damien, who’s watching on with an amused grin on his face.

“Believe me, she tried.”

Cassidy turns her attention to Damien and extends her free hand.

“I take it you’re the infamous Damien that I’ve been trading emails with?”

Your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion, “Wait, what? The two of you have been emailing?”

Damien accepts Cassidy’s hand and gives it a firm shake, all while smiling smugly.

“Yep. Me and Ms. Cassidy go way back.”

“I mean, that’s cool, I guess, but why?”

Cassidy and Damien share a look, both of them shrugging.

“Mainly to talk about you,” Cassidy admits, not even bothering to look apologetic. When you frown up at her she waves her hand dismissively at you. “All good things, I promise. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.” Cassidy punctuates her words with a patronizing pat on your shoulder.

“I knew letting you two meet was a bad idea,” you grumble.

Cassidy simply drops her arms from its place on your shoulder in favor of tugging on your hand.

“Come on, sour puss. I want you to meet my husband. He’s a real sweetie – you’re gonna love him.”

A flash of white-hot panic shoots down your spine and you dig your heels into the floor.

“Wait,” you squeak out, eyes wide. “Is… Is he here yet?”

Cassidy’s eyes shine mischievously, briefly flitting up to Damien before returning to you.

“He is. And you’ll be happy to know that pictures do not do the Good Doctor any justice.”

Salt, meet wound.

“Don’t know why you’re telling me that,” you mutter.

“Denial is not just a river in Egypt, my friend,” Cassidy singsongs as she begins tugging you forward. For someone so tiny, she makes easy work of forcing you through the threshold.

The foyer is just as impressive as you expect it to be – beautiful cedar walls and a grand staircase that leads to the second floor. If you weren’t horribly on edge at the current moment, you would definitely comment on the fact that the foyer alone is probably larger than your entire apartment, but you’re too busy scanning the immediate area for tall skinny white guys with stupidly curly brown hair to comment on the grandiosity.

Cassidy leads the two of you to double doors to the right, and just as she’s about to push them open, the shrill ring of your cellphone offers you an out.

You slip your hand from Cassidy’s grip and give her a faux apologetic look.

“I should probably take this – it might be work.”

Damien narrows his eyes at you. “I thought you left your work phone at home.”

You ignore him and begin taking a few steps backwards, “Is there somewhere private I can go?”

An indiscernible look flashes across Cassidy’s face and then her lips pull up into a sugary sweet smile. “Follow the hallway to the very end. Leads to the back porch,” she says. “No need to rush. Take all the time you need!”

Okay, weird, you think to yourself, but the idea of putting off the inevitable for a few extra moments is too tempting to pass up, so you continue your retreat. You make it to the back door in record time and let out a relieved breath as you bring the phone to your ear.

“Hi, mom.”

“Hi, baby. I was just calling to make sure the two of you got there safely.”

You push open the back door and the breathtaking view of the ranch prompts you to take pause; sprawling fields and rolling hills as far as the eye can see, grazing livestock congregating near a lazy stream at the far end of the property, and several horses running across the expanse of the left field. It was wonderfully serene and vastly different from the bustling rat-race that was New York.

You smile to yourself when a loud moo rips through the otherwise quiet ranch. I could get used to this.

“Yeah, we made it,” you murmur into the receiver. “You would love this place, Mom. It’s probably the prettiest place I’ve ever been. I’ll send you a picture when I hang up.”

“How’s Cassidy? Still a little spit-fire, I assume?”

You lean against the railing and let out a snort, “Oh, absolutely. Don’t think that’ll ever change.”

“I’d hope not,” your mother hums. “How does Damien like the ranch?”

“He’s not exactly a fan of the livestock,” you chuckle. “Damien’s never even seen a real cow before. City boy through and through, that one.”

You and your mother share a laugh that dissolves into a comfortable silence. Comfortable, until the telltale clearing of your mother’s throat warns you of the impending inquisition.

“So,” your mother begins. “Are you going to tell me how it went, or are you going to leave an old woman wondering? “

You sigh and run a hand through your hair. “Fortunately, I have yet to run into him. I may or may not be hiding out on the back porch as we speak in an attempt to avoid just that.”

“Y/N,” your mother chastises. “Prolonging the inevitable isn’t going to make this any easier.”

“I know, I know. I’ll go in there soon. It’s just a lot, you know? I needed to take a breather, first.” Just until my hands stop shaking. Or until Cassidy comes hunting for me. Whichever comes first.

“I know, baby,” your mother coos. “I’m proud of you for trying. Just don’t drag things out, okay? You’ll only make yourself sick with nerves.” Unfortunately, that ship has sailed. The rolling in your stomach can attest to that.

           You laugh a humorless laugh, “I don’t know, Mom. You always like to remind me how stubborn I am. I’m sure if I put my mind to it, I can just avoid him for the entire week.”

           A tiny movement at the very corner of your vision and a loud creak makes you whip your head around, and what you see has your heart falling to your ass.

Spencer Reid, looking absolutely stunning in a pair of khaki dress pants and a white cable-knit sweater, sits in a porch swing with wide eyes and a book clutched tightly in his hands. Soft, caramel-colored curls frame his face and a five o’clock shadow runs the length of his jaw, adding a bit of grown-up flare to his otherwise boyish features.

He looks every bit as beautiful as he did on the day he broke your heart.

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Spencer knows that he should have spoken up as soon as you walked onto the porch. It was immediately obvious that you hadn’t seen him, and he swears he’s one second away from clearing his throat and launching into the introduction he’d been planning for the last sixty days. But the words die on his tongue as he drinks in the sight of you.

You’re so close to him for the first time in years and it’s more than a little bit dizzying. And yeah, he’s used his very limited knowledge of how the internet works to Google you on more than one occasion, but the version of you leaning against the porch railing is a far cry from the pixelized one. A light breeze rolling through the air lifts your hair away from your face, and Spencer’s breath catches in his throat as he surveys every perfect inch, from the curl of your lashes to the smattering of freckles on your nose. He indulges himself, eyes settling on your cherry red lips, fascinated by the way they move as you talk on the phone. Spencer is intimately familiar with those lips – can recall the way they felt pressed against his own. The years spent apart have done nothing to dull the memories. He’s not entirely sure if that’s a good or a bad thing.

It amazes him how you’ve somehow managed to change a lot, but also not at all. You stand before him as an oxymoron personified, and it’s a lot for Spencer’s poor heart to take in. Your hair is a bit lighter than he remembers, as well as a little longer, but it still looks just as soft and he can recall with startling clarity how it felt when he used to run his fingers through it. You have a few more laugh lines than you did, as well as a scar on your left elbow that hadn’t been there before, but everything else about you is so painfully familiar that Spencer could almost pretend that no time had passed – that he still knows your body as well as he once did.

Spencer knows this isn’t true. Every seven years, the body resets; old cells destroyed and replaced with new ones. You’ve both spent enough time apart that your bodies have reset twice over. You’re as much of a stranger to him as he is to you.

Spencer positively abhors the thought.

The sound of your laughter pulls him from the depths of his mind, and while the laugh isn’t warm or inviting in the slightest, he relishes it. What was once one of his favorite sounds has existed in his head as only a memory for far too long. Hearing it in person is jarring in the best of ways.  

The euphoria he feels dies a horrible death when you speak again.

“I don’t know, Mom. You always like to remind me how stubborn I am. I’m sure if I put my mind to it, I can just avoid him for the entire week.”

Fucking ouch.

Spencer cringes hard, too hard, because the porch swing screeches out an angry creak and you whip around and holy shit, have your eyes always been that entrancing?

He watches as your entire body goes rigid, tensed as if you’re about to bolt. You blink hard, eyebrows drawn together to form an adorably bewildered expression as you assess him. Spencer hopes he doesn’t look too disheveled. He hadn’t even thought to freshen up after his trip, an oversight that he’s regretting terribly as your eyes flit over him.

Spencer isn’t sure why, but he stands up. Maybe it has something to do with feeling vulnerable. Maybe he just wants to close the distance. The two steps he takes towards you support the latter. He’s thankful that you don’t move away, but the blank expression on your face worries him.

The two of you stand five feet apart, but you feel worlds away. Spencer refrains from speaking for as long as he can stand, which is only about thirty seconds.

“Hi.”

Your lips part, and Spencer holds his breath.

“Hi.”

More silence. Spencer gulps.

“It’s good to see you,” he says, cautious. The last thing he wants to do is fuck up within the first five minutes. Unfortunately, his brain and his mouth seem to have some sort of disconnect, and Spencer continues against his better judgment. “It’s been a while.”

It’s been a while? That’s seriously the best I can come up with?

Spencer contemplates drowning himself in the nearby stream.

“It certainly has.”

“Five-thousand, five-hundred and seventeen days.” And roughly thirty-six and a half hours, but who’s counting?

Muted noises flow out of your phone speaker and you pull your eyes away from Spencer. He’s both relieved and devastated.

“Yeah, Mom, I’m fine. I just ran into someone. I’ll call you back later, okay?”

Spencer agonizes over the fact that he’s been reduced to someone while you and your mother exchange goodbyes. You’re smiling when you look up at him again, but Spencer’s seen what a genuine smile of yours looks like, and this isn’t it.

“I didn’t see you sitting there. My apologies.” Your formality makes the situation all the more excruciating.

Spencer lets out a nervous laugh, “I suppose avoiding me is out of the question now, huh?”

It’s hard to tell who’s more horrified by the words that tumble from his mouth, you or Spencer. A fierce flush spreads across your cheeks. It’s the first crack in your otherwise calm and collected exterior thus far and Spencer relishes in it. Maybe you’re not as unaffected by him as you seem.

“I… I’m sorry you had to hear that,” you stammer, blinking up at him with guilty eyes. “That wasn’t very kind of me.”

“Don’t worry about it. I can’t say that I’m undeserving of your anger,” Spencer whispers so quietly that he worries you don’t hear him over the gentle flow of the stream. The hardness that returns to your eyes lets him know that you heard every word.

You clear your throat, signaling your unwillingness to discuss that particularly painful topic. “You’re still partial to Cummings, I see.” You gesture to the book clutched tightly against his chest.

Now, it’s Spencer’s turn to blush. The book in his hands, tattered and worn from years of use, is incriminating. The two of you both know what lies just beneath the binding. The fact that Spencer has it with him now makes him think that he might as well be wearing a t-shirt that reads, I’M STILL NOT OVER YOU.

Spencer raises a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “Oh, yeah. Old habits die hard, I guess.” His eyes scour your face for a sign of anything that might clue him in to you feeling the same way. A flicker of something dances across your face, but it’s gone so quickly that he can’t be sure if he imagined it. He forces a nervous smile. “If I remember correctly, he was your favorite.” It’s a shitty attempt at a joke.

You exhale a shaky breath and to his absolute horror, your lower lip begins to wobble. He wishes he could reach up and pluck his words from where they hang heavy in the air.

“Not anymore,” you murmur, and fuck if that doesn’t absolutely wreck him.

Spencer shouldn’t ask, but he can’t help himself. “Oh. Why not?”

He holds his breath, anxiously anticipating your next words. You seem to be battling with yourself, mouth opening and closing several times. Spencer is content to wait as long as it takes for you to answer, but the universe is much more impatient than he.

The door leading onto the porch swings open and out walks an honest to God Abercrombie and Fitch model. Or at least, a man who meets the qualifications and then some. Long, flowing blonde hair and a crisp white dress shirt makes Spencer’s unruly brown mop and dumpy sweater look pitiful in comparison. Spencer frowns.

“Sweetheart, you’ve been out here for like ten minutes,” the man chastises as he closes the distance between you and him. Spencer watches him wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you to him like someone might watch a car wreck happen; with equal parts horror and morbid curiosity. “You can’t hide out forever.”

All traces of rigidity leave your body and you melt into the man’s side. It happens in such a way that screams familiarity, as if the pet name hadn’t already driven that point home. The awful, gut-wrenching realization slams home and Spencer has to fight to keep his knees from buckling.

“Uh, sorry,” you mumble, before nodding your head in Spencer’s direction. “Damien, this is Spencer Reid.”

The man’s – Damien’s - eyes go almost comically wide as they settle on Spencer’s dejected frame, before schooling into a cool indifference. He offers him a polite smile that’s a little tight around the edges, but doesn’t outstretch his hand.

“Ah, Spencer. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Spencer swallows hard to keep himself from barking out a crazed laugh. He’s heard of me! That’s certainly something, considering the fact that no one thought it necessary to tell Spencer that you have a –

Spencer’s eyes dart down to your left hand. Thankfully, mercifully, your ring finger is bare.

“Uh, y-yeah. It’s nice to meet you.” The words burn as they roll off his tongue.

Damien nods at him before turning back to you. There’s an unmistakable fondness in the way he looks at you as he speaks. “Cassidy wants everyone back inside. They’re about to serve dinner.”

You smile up at him, not even casting a parting glance at Spencer before Damien leads you back inside. Spencer stands there long after the door closes behind the two of you.

The book feels heavy in his hands.

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