#seeing teen her was stuck living with her awful father

[chloesimaginationthings]

The FNAF Vanessas meet their younger selves..

[joelswritingmistress]

Neighbors With Benefits: Chapter 13 (Joel x f!reader)

Pairing: Joel x f! Reader

Word Count: 2000

Warning: Angst

No one said anything for a moment. You were trying to process that your mother was standing right there. You were sure your mother was trying to process what she was witnessing. Joel just remained silent and it felt like everyone behind your mother in the lobby was on pause.

“Mom..” You took a deep breath and you knew the next sentence wasn't the one that should have come out of your mouth. “What… what are you doing here?”

“What am I..” She shook her head, noting that she wasn't the one who needed to provide an explanation. Her eyes transferred you to Joel and back to you. It all seemed to click and her mouth dropped open as the realization came to her.

You were scrolling through your mind for lies, but there were none to tell. You had to come clean. Your hand was on top of Joel's on the table as you ate breakfast in a hotel lobby early in the morning.

“Can I talk to you?” You just asked simply.

Your mother was still in a state of awe, though she finally thawed out enough to answer.

“Your father is right over there making a waffle.” She whispered the words as if he might hear her; but you suddenly realized you didn't want your father to catch the two of you like this. Neither did your mother; you knew that's why she said that.

You retrieved your plate having hardly touched it, whispering, “I'll meet you back upstairs,” to Joel. He went to open his mouth to speak but you shook your head and trailed your mother away from the lobby, tossing your plate of food in a garbage pail as you did.

When the two of you were settled in a nook by a pair of vending machines, you took a deep breath.

“I've been seeing Joel.” There was no hiding it or sugarcoating it. “I was trying to find the right time to tell you-”

“(Y/N), he's married.” She yell-whispered the words.

“They're separated,” you explained, “They're in the middle of a divorce.”

“Not according to Cecille.”

“She's.. lying.” You shook your head. “She came back out of the blue and Joel doesn't want anything to do with it.”

“Honey..” Your mother shook her head, and you knew she had your best interest at heart. “You can't..”

“Can't what?”

“You can't.. do this.”

“Well, it's a little late for that.” Your tone was stern and other than a few stray times as a teen, you had never spoken like that to your mother. The two of you were close and she was always understanding; but you felt stuck between a rock and a hard place.

“Have you.. you've..”

“What?”

“You spent the night here with him?”

You swallowed hard, knowing she already knew the answer. “We've been seeing each other since I got home early in the summer.” You added, “Yes, I've been spending the night with him.”

“Next door?”

You hesitated and then gave a nod. “I didn't want you to find out.. like this.”

“I don't even know what to say,” she said quietly, now the one clutching her necklace. “I can't.. I can't wrap my head around it.”

“He's not with Cecille, Mom.”

“He's not divorced, either, (Y/N).” Her motherly tone came out in full force. It halted you a bit.

“I know,” you confessed, “But they aren't living together anymore.”

“They just bought the house this year.”

“So-”

“So, this is a very slippery slope,” she went on. “He's older than you.”

“Dad’s older than you.”

“By two years,” she shot back. “Honey..” Your mother closed her eyes and put her first two fingers on the center of her forehead.

You knew this was a lot. From the outside perspective, especially - and finding out the way your mother just did.

“Mom, I really care about him.” You didn't dare drop the L-word. “And he cares about me.”

“He's too old for you.”

“Stop saying that. I'm an-”

“Adult? Then why are you sneaking around like a teenager?”

“Because look at the reaction you're having. If I had just brought him over for dinner and said he was my date, you would've had the same reaction.”

Fuck. You felt tears welding up in your eyes. You knew your mother’s first reaction was viable, but you were also going to stand up for your relationship with Joel.

“Please don't tell Dad yet.” You blurted that out because you couldn't handle this double reaction in one sitting. “I'll tell him eventually.”

Your mother put a hand on the side of her face now. The two of you stared at one another, not seeing eye to eye for perhaps the first time in your life - at least on something significant. It already stung deep down.

She let out a decompressing sigh and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I'm not going to tell him.” She added, looking around the corner, “You better get back.. upstairs. I don't know what his reaction would have been if he saw the two of you sitting there.” She shook her head.

“Mom, please just let me explain everything to you. This isn't as bad as it seems.” You looked her in the eye, “Please.”

She let out another deep breath from her chest. “Okay.” That was all she said. “Your father has probably already seen Joel.”

“He got him the room.”

“I know,” she concluded. “And the golf course comped him a second one, so we decided to make a staycation of it for the night.” In a slightly irritated tone she added, “That’s what I'm doing here.”

“I didn't mean..” you shook your head, “Mom, what's-”

She silenced you with a hand. “We’ll talk tonight. Just go upstairs before Dad sees you and we have to do this all over again.”

You were thankful that she would keep your secret for now, but, again, all of the feelings of elation were replaced with that of disappointment and dread. Lately, the highs in your world were skyrocketing but the lows made you feel dead and buried.

First Cecille came back to town. Now, your mother catches you and Joel and is stuck in disbelief.

We knew there would be hurdles, you thought, noting that jumping them would be worth it. Still, in the moment, it didn't make you feel any better.

It wasn't long before Joel joined you back upstairs in the hotel room, leaving the two of you in another stalemate of stares for a moment.

“Did you talk to my parents?” You asked.

“Mostly your dad.”

“What did my mom say?”

“Nothing.” Joel shook his head, “She went back up to the breakfast line until your father and I were done talking.”

You plopped down on the bed and let out a sigh. “Fuck..”

“What did your mother say?”

“She’s under the impression that you and Cecille could possibly work things out. She reminded me that you weren't divorced. She pointed out our age gap,” you then added sarcastically, “You know, just the little things.”

Joel stood with his hands on his hips and you could tell he was thinking. You just hoped that this wouldn't put a damper on your relationship.

“I don't want this to ruin things.” You had tears in your eyes again. “I know my mom will come around eventually..” You hoped anyway.

“I have to figure out where I'm going to stay.”

“I can't believe Cecille just..” you didn't finish the sentence. You swallowed hard and shook your head.

“We have to figure some shit out.”

Your eyes lifted to meet his. You weren't sure what he meant by that but you simply agreed with a quiet, “Yeah.”

“I'm sorry things happened this way with your mother,” Joel said.

“I wish I had just told her.”

“Your old man is going to hate me.”

“She's not going to tell him,” you explained. “I asked if we could talk tonight just me and her. She agreed not to say anything.”

“I should call my brother.. see if I can stay on his couch for the time being.”

There was an extended silence and you finally looked back directly at Joel. It appeared, at least in your mind, that he was almost too scared to approach you.

“I don't want you to leave me,” you said honestly.

When he came and sat down beside you on the edge of the bed, you felt the tiniest hint of relief - even more so when he kissed your temple and put an arm around your shoulders.

“I have no intention of doing that.”

You turned to him and closed your eyes when his hand combed through your hair.

“I don't think I'm even capable of doing that,” Joel added.

“You say that now.”

“I mean it.”

Your eyes reopened when he stopped what he was doing and you looked back at him.

“You might be the one to end it,” he challenged, playfully lifting the corner of his mouth in a barely-there smirk.

“I'm not capable,” you echoed his words. “I'm in love with you.”

Joel brushed your hair back and kissed you on the lips, letting it linger. He let out a breath into your mouth as he parted. “I'm the one who’s done wrong here.”

“How?”

“Pursuing my neighbor’s daughter.”

“Adult daughter.”

“Daughter nonetheless.” He sighed, “I can see how bad this looks to your mom. I'm not even divorced yet. I'm in my forties.”

“I'm going to talk with her.” You let out a deep breath. “This is our relationship. What we do.. is ultimately our business. I'm not sixteen. I'm twenty-three.”

Joel ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah.” He looked around the room and then back to you.

“Don't leave me.” You wondered if you said it enough that it would be programmed in Joel’s brain and he wouldn't.

“Stop saying that.” He looked at you more directly now with a serious stare. “You mean a lot to me, (Y/N). As long as you want to work this out, it'll work out.”

You finally gave in and nodded, feeling more confident about everything after he spoke to you more sternly. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He pulled out his phone. “I have to text Tommy. I'm taking today’s events and assuming I'm uninvited to your parents' picnic.”

“I'm not going-”

“You need to go.”

“Why?”

“Keep the peace,” he told you, “Blowing off the party will only draw the wedge further between you and your mom. Go. Help her. Talk to her. It'll be good for both of you if you're there.”

“You're right,” you agreed with a nod. “Can I call you afterwards? Can I still see you?”

“Yeah.” Joel nodded. “I'll be waiting for your call.”

“Where does Tommy live?”

“In town.”

“Okay, good.” You were relieved to know he was close by.

Joel’s eyes were reading you like a book again and he pulled your body against his, hugging you to him and leaving another chaste kiss on your forehead.

“I'll meet you tonight wherever after you talk to your mom.”

“Fishing spot?” You asked, speaking next to his ear.

Joel pulled back to look at you more directly. He nodded. “Text me the time and I'll be there.”

“Okay.”

The two of you leaned toward one another at the same time and exchanged a short series of kisses. Joel let out a hearty breath through his nose before kissing you a final time.

“Okay,” he echoed.

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[timingmatters]

My villain origin story is that there’s legitimate issues with the teen wolf’s movie’s writing (apart from a race issue by the movie revolving around Japanese lore and no Japanese character) yet everyone shuts it down by saying “you are just a stiles fanboy shut up” (which btw i think someone purposely misgendered me???? But idc) or “the writing of the show was never top tier anyways” bc like

1) idc for dylan that much tbh???? Of course i wanted stiles but the movie could have been fine without him. He is however still a core character. They fucked up all his dynamics and it felt more like a punishment to his character for dylan not coming back rather than good writing. Because why did scott, his brother, the MAIN relationship of this show, never even addressed him????? Why are we expected to believe he let lydia go even tho she still loves him?????? How does he not know derek and his child when his dad still lives there, he just never visits his dad????? Thats fucking ridiculous ???? They could have just said lydia told him to focus on work and not come back in order to avoid getting his possessed again and not relive his biggest trauma. And that would have been good enough??? And have eli know him because is such bs that stiles doesn’t visit his father???? And have scott simply saying “i just talked to stiles on the phone. Told him we were good. Didn’t want to worry him” like BARE MIN THEY DIDNT NEED DYLAN THERE. But fucking up ALL his dynamics and relationships when he is a core character in order also kinda fucks up all the other characters and is BS???

2) the og show was never top tier writing, but if the potential was always at a 50% then the movie has to have that or more. Not less. And it gave less. It was a mess so obviously ppl will have critics of it regardless of Dylan’s character being there or not.

3) character wise no one benefitted from this movie except scott and allison, and not even because scott WHO IS THE MAIN CHARACTER barely touched on any other dynamic that wasn’t allison. Which is ridiculous.

4) whole thing is on Japanese lore on a character that ON THE SHOW comes from a concentration camp and created by kira’s mom, yet kira is never mentioned, and there’s absolutely no Japanese character or kitsune being relevant to the story. Which is bs??? Like Liam’s gf is there for 2 seconds and not relevant whatsoever.

5) which brings me to, liam and mason??? Why are they there??? Both of them and liam’s gf are literally so irrelevant???? They are just there to say they brought them back????????? Which is a shame bc so much could have been done???????

6) malia is literally stuck in life and that wasn’t even a plot????? She wears the exact same outfits from high school and in a relationship with a grown man who has known her since she was a minor and he wasn’t (side eye) and her character never goes through any sort of arc to realize she wants more???????????? Her character was already done dirty in s6 and this even more????? Girl came to the world in s3 after being stuck as an animal and never grew out of HS and thats!??? Never addressed??????

7) derek’s arc was shit??? All he did pass down his family trauma (seeing them burn) to his son. And why is eli’s happy ending that he got adopted by scott and allison??? WHERE IS HIS MOTHER??? HIS AUNT CORA????? Allison just came back to the world she should barely get in a relationship when mentally she doesn’t know life outside of HER JUNIOR YEAR OF HS. LET ALONE BE MOTHER TO A HIGH SCHOOLER????!!!?????

I could literally keep going????? It feels like character wise this movie was a set back and a fuck up of all characters and all dynamics rather than something to push the story forward. So yes. It was AWFUL writing. Regardless if Dylan was there or not. They could have done amazing without dylan still but they didn’t. They focused more only of the allison x scott ship and punishing dylan by fucking up his character.

All that said the acting (of most) is still really good!! So it makes sense some people enjoyed it. There’s angst, fave nostalgic characters coming back, and good chemistry/acting between them. But for people (like me) that wanted something for the characters it wasn’t good. Its stupid to try shutting down valid criticism by saying “you are just a dylan fanboy” because that also implies ignoring the whole issue with kira and racism too.

Reminds me of a post i saw here saying “the teen wolf fandom kinda deserved better but they have also always been super racist so maybe they don’t” the day the movie came out and shdjjdjd sad bc i want better but is kinda true😭 y’all either completely ignoring the real life issue with arden and the show taking japan culture while simultaneously fucking up their asian characters to benefit the white ones, or completely ignore the real issues with writing and say “fuck scott” to put stiles in a pedestal when in reality lil brown scott is as essential to the franchise as stiles. BOTH are the core of the show. And you can keep the core without the actor by at least addressing him, not trying to push him out like the movie intended. Aaaah i have so much shit to say and complain about but whatever. Shit is not canon to me either ways. Just gonna hope for better for wolf pack bc it looks promising. Altho kinda hesitating about wanting to give jeff davis my coins tbh.

[hihopelessromantics]

Can clever plotting end the Holy War? Sure. But this time the plot’s just, “Meliodas decides to fuck around and find out and drag everyone he can think of into it."

ah yes another drabble that I got too shy to put in the reblogs. this meme format gives me so much joy 

from that reblog chain: Yet another reason why the Demon King ducked up by making his preteen son a war commander. The amount of strategy he displays by doing that is… might I say god awful. He consulted ZERO people on the development of children. Probably freaked out when he saw baby Mel for the first time. Like "STOP SCREAMING I COMMAND YOU TO STOP."  *even louder infant screaming* "YOU CANNOT GET AWAY WITH THIS INSOLENCE!” levels of ignorance. 

The only thing stopping Ten Commandments Meliodas from getting the audacity to kill him sooner was a lack of a support system. This kid saw the slightest hint of hope and went OH YEAH. PEACE. ALL THE WAY LETS GO. and immediately was such a disaster about it that he sent shockwaves through history. Imagine if he had been allowed to properly communicate with his brother and others even once every several weeks. The hijinks TC Mel would get into.

Prompt:

The traumatized teen leader of the Ten Commandments finds a little hope in his own home. Throwing as much caution to the wind as he can possibly afford, he drags his precious little brother around the Demon Realm and the battlefields of Britannia to find a solution to the war that’s fucked up their lives from the beginning. More and more happless souls are yanked into the rebellion as impulsive kid shenanigans ensue. Then Meliodas and Zeldris accidentally open up a litttle too much to their new friends and news of their (and Elizabeth’s!) home life goes viral, roping in the four archangels and the ten commandments who are not fucking stoked to hear what they’ve been left in the dark about. This is the aftermath. In meme format. 

________

Zeldris: I remember last time we got the chance to talk like this you asked me why I always work so hard. And I got too nervous to answer

Meliodas: uh huh

Zeldris: well… the truth is… I have this dream. That one day I’ll be able to make the demon realm a peaceful place. No more reliance on violence to prove our value. Just, just us demons, working to be the best we can be.

Meliodas, feeling a lil bit of his soul revive as his third eye is being pried open with a chainsaw: ‘keep it cool Meliodas don’t be a blubbering weakling in an important moment’    d-damn Zel…that...

Zeldris: I know it’s strange. To imagine a world where we could give up satisfying our vengeance against the goddesses. But it’s doing so, so much more harm than good. I can see it. I know you might not understand why I would be willing to give it up, with what the goddesses have done to us… to you… to mom. You think I haven’t guessed what happened to her, but… unless father killed her… no, that’s not important now. What’s important is how we move forward… if we just… stay stuck like this, then what’s the point of it all?

Meliodas: nah FUCK the war. It’s all pointless BS. Mom knew it too

Zeldris: please don’t - wait what

Meliodas: don’t what?

Zeldris: um. I thought you might be really angry

Meliodas: what, for being stronger than me? Strong enough to hold onto hope even after all this time?? Zel. I’m glad you could share that with me

Zeldris: 🥹

Meliodas: That dream... I would love to make it come true. even if trying to make this place less of a hellhole is a big hassle and doesn’t work out like exactly like we thought, I don’t think I could regret trying. You’ve shown me love can grow here after all... I have a reason to try

Zeldris: Big brother… do you… doyouwanttorulethedemonrealmtogether one day?

Zeldris: I’m the second prince, and I know father expects much less of me. But I’m capable. I’ll be of use right by your side. You’re the heir. The one everyone expects will be king. Fullfilling that... Is that the path you’re dreaming of? Is that what you want to do? 

Meliodas: !    Weeelll. Actually. It never meant anything to me, being the heir. Except more pressure from the Demon King. If there’s gonna be a new Demon King, it should be you. That’s what I think.

Zeldris: Ah. So that’s how you feel... in that case, are you still willing to continue on as a prince at all?

Meliodas: like I’d let you shoulder all this BS all by yourself if I could help it. I trust I’ll... “be of use”? 

Zeldris: No-no-I-that sounds- use? No- I don’t think like that -!

Meliodas: Aw, Zel, your face is all reddddd. Hehe. Always wanted to turn the tables on you like that! Don’t worry. I know it’s because father makes you so unsure, and I unwittingly helped out with that for a while.

Zeldris: Hmph. You just can’t restrain yourself. Don’t make me so anxious when you know I already am!

Meliodas: I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But you know-

Zeldris: Yes, I know. You love me. When do you think we’ll be capable enough?

Meliodas: hm  *remembers a certain silver haired goddess*

Meliodas: Well, that depends…. How much into the realm of crazy are we willing to let this revolution become?

Zeldris: I’ll do anything I have to for our people.

Meliodas: great. great. How good are you at Public Speaking by the way

*some time later*

The demon king: 👁️👄👁️

Assorted people from all five clans, several Induras, a bucketload of dragons and miscellaneous creatures from all over Britannia, Bloody Ellie and some archangels, all of the vampires under a newly crowned queen, and the demon army, including Gowther who somehow broke out of prison and found Glariza along the way:

. . .  you’ve been staring at us for five minutes. That’s gratifying and all but I hope you don’t expect us to explain. Trust me, you don’t want to ask how we all got here. No time for that anyway. We also have questions. So many questions... Questions we prefer you answer before we all kill you. For starters, why are your sons lolis and how the hell are they talking to those CREATURES in the back. Do you see those? Please tell us we’re hallucinating at least some of them. Is that a pig?

Zeldris: rude. Karen has been dragon queen for eons. She knows more languages than I do and probably understands every word you are saying. I’m just doing my best to translate, that is all.

Meliodas: his name is Wild :D isn’t he cute?

Wild: Meliodas-sama why is your father’s face so red? I think he needs a healer.

Ludociel: a pig that speaks? this truly IS hell. Why the fuck did you summon all these untrustworthy creatures from purgatory. Meliodas, I can’t wait to punish your father for bringing you into this world. I can’t believe his mistake is working in our favor right now. MAEL STOP HUGGING THAT THING

Mael, choking on the fluff: this is the best day of my life for so many reasons

Wild: Good to hear, my friend!

Elizabeth, removing her face from the fluff: AMEM. Thank you for having an audience with us, demon king. We have important news. We are ending the Holy War once and for all. Die or die. I'd give you the option of living, but you'd die anyways. Your people are really pissed that you sent your own kids to war and lied to them about it. Whether you live or die, whatever your punishment for prolonging this war will be, that is their call, not mine.

Demon King: FOOLS. DO YOU REALLY INTEND TO KILL ME? when the dust settles here, you will all be dead, and the Holy War will begin anew!

Elizabeth: when the dust settles, I'll be making love to your son on my golden throne, and you'll be a scorned, forgotten memory.

Meliodas: looking forward to it!

Zeldris: I’m gonna kill you brother

Demon King: you mortals cannot POSSIBLY fathom the thoughts of a God. Why I've done the things I've done is beyond you.

Random demon: could say the same for any other child abuser...

Ludociel, shouting at the demon king with equal ire: YOU could not possibly fathom how MUCH I have had to deal with ever since Lady Elizabeth brought that horrible demon and his gaggle of abominations into our camp! I have seen things. Felt things. Even tasted things. That no goddess should ever have to again. (*Meliodas grins evilly*) I don't even care anymore. What is strategy? What’s logic? We ate rocks made by a 5-year-old to get in here safely

Merlin: I'm 12

    (Bloody) Elizabeth to the demon king: touch her and ill torture you to death 

Demon King, trying desperately to figure out why there's a small child here and why Bloody Ellie is being weird about her, she LOOKS FAMILIAR, oh god is this her child, HOW LONG HAVE THOSE TWO BEEN A THING, this isn't their weird fucked up love child is it??: 

I AM GIVING YOU FIVE MINUTES TO LEAVE THIS REALM

Rou, completely ignoring the 200 ft tall giant: oh my God Mel he fell for it!

Ludociel, also completely ignoring him: WHAT??

Meliodas: that was frozen tree blood. And a prank. Your goddess magic is adequate to protect you that's why we had you all cast Saint's Coat

Merlin: Maple Syrup. It’s called maple syrup. And magic potions don't taste nearly that good. I'm shocked you fell for that Ludo. you really are losing it

Gowther: technically, he isn’t wrong. The potion to combat the miasma is partly made from organic material from purgatory. There were some rocks in it. And also bone.

Sariel: when did you go to purgatory??? 

Mael (muffled by Wild's fur): rock is organic?

Zeldris: 84% of native purgatory rock is!! It’s even been linked biologically to a demon’s darkness. It’s fascinating. I read a whole book about it

Sariel: hello??? who took this man to purgatory without saying shit to anyone?? 

Tarmiel: I don’t even know who that is. I can’t remember when he got here

Demon King: YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW YOUR ALLIES?! YOU SNIVELING NAIVE FOOLS! STOP THIS.

Mael: not true, we know who he is!  that’s the boyfriend of the demon I found trapped in a magic circle in the woods, remember? And I was like, I’m kinda having an exestential crisis right now so it could just be me, but if a goddess and a demon can really be friends and being a pacifist is okay actually and everyone was just being a bitch to me for no reason, then fuck it, who cares why the demon king put you in here? I’m setting you free. just promise you won’t wreck anything. make a demon contract with me or whatever and let’s end this cursed war. and she went “yea actually i’m directly an enemy of the demon king. he threw my lover in jail :(” and then me and Elizabeth and that guy over there *Doll Gowther throws up a peace sign* did a jailbreak while you lot were arguing over whether you could trust Mel or not? Remember that guys? 

Ludociel, who did NOT remember, on the verge of fainting:

Mael: Wait did I not tell you ANY of that?!? BROTHER I’M SO SORRY

Doll Gowther: Don’t be. He would not have let you contribute in a substantial way again. 

Ludociel:  I HATE YOU ALL. EVEN YOU ELIZABETH YOUR VIRTUE IS UNSALVAGEABLE

Elizabeth: do I owe you dessert Mel or does him insulting my virtue in this context not count

Meliodas: I’m not actually sure…might have made that bet too vauge

Zeldris (to Merlin): I’m not letting them adopt you. You can be my little sister

Demon King, finally realizing who Merlin is and that he’s not getting out of this unscathed unless he gets serious: THAT’S IT. YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFY ME? BARGE INTO MY REALM UNINVITED TO CHALLENGE ME ONLY TO BANTER AMONGST YOURSELVES? GUESS WHAT. YOU CAN’T. EVEN THE MAGICAL POWER YOU RELY ON SO MUCH COMES FROM ME!

The ground begins to shake violently. Besides the obvious, nothing else happens. 

Demon King: MY COMMANDMENTS. HEAR AND OBEY. END THIS NONSENSE REBELLION. RIGHT NOW! 

The Ten Commandments, permanently scarred from realizing that Meliodas the Destoryer and Zeldris the Executioner were kids this whole goddamn time, and not just weirdly short: ...loooooook...uh...here’s the thing. we’re gonna kill you now and we don’t need your power to do it. We got rid of it already. We have the power of, uh, *checks smudged writing on hands, dilligently inscribed by Elizabeth* ... teamwork

Wild: AND OUR MIGHTY BODIES!

TC: and what ... what the pig said

Mael, extracting himself from Wild’s fluff, noticably buffer than 5 minutes ago: Plus the power of the gods! It’s almost noon :)

Zeldris: Damn, we timed this wrong. You better not destroy the castle

Yeah this has been sitting in my drafts for weeks because I don’t know how to end it. Anyone who wants a part 2 let me know lol

[fearfuel]

rudy pankow. 25. cis man. he / him. ― i see you met JONESY DELMONT, huh? they have been around for… well, it will be 10 YEARS, now. time flies when you are busy and as part of THE HUNTERS, they are. if you want to meet them, they live in B1A2D, i think. people say they are GALLANT + DEXTEROUS, but don’t piss them off, okay? because they can be also RECKLESS + QUIXOTIC, so be safe. 

⸻   BASIC

full name.    jonesy wayne delmont

nicknames.    jone , delly , jd

birthdate.    may 4th , 2013

identity.    cis male , he / him

sexuality.    heterosexual

family.    joan delmont nee baker  † ( grandma ) ,  boone delmont  † ( father ) ,  elizabeth winchester  ( adoptive mother ) ,  aurora elena myranda  ( adoptive sister ) , --- --- ( adoptive sibling )

⸻  BACKGROUND

boone delmont was a name well known to the authorities and, if anything, that only further coaxed the chief's rebellious daughter into the dirtbag's bed. was still just a kid himself at 15 years when jonesy was brought into the world.

unfortunately for the junior delmont, his mom passed due to unforeseen complications after giving birth, and so he was left with only his dad and paternal grandmother. considering boone was a deadbeat, on top of being in and out of jail, grandma delmont was the one to raise jonesy through his childhood.

he was a wee bit of a hellraiser, inherited through the delmont bloodline, but was always a gem when it came to his grandmother. life wasn't perfect, but it was good enough for him. until his dad rolled up on his 10th birthday and decided to try to be a parent, dragging jonesy into his chaotic means of living.

a year later, the apocalypse hit and the delmont boys were on the run. jonesy was taught to trick unsuspecting strangers and steal from them. he also witnessed some awful actions from his dad, things he'd rather forget than ever talk about with anyone.

in another scheme cooked up by boone, they wound up in a small group with elizabeth winchester. his plan was to eventually rob them and run, but jonesy grew a liking to the atmosphere and community. it was comforting, secure; something he'd never truly experienced.

so, without a second thought, his dad dipped out in the dead of night after ransacking what he could of some supplies, never to be seen or heard of again. fortunately, elizabeth was kind enough to take jonesy under her wing and look out for him as if he was one of her own.

⸻  HEADCANONS

spitting image of his dad, much to his dismay.

while he can still be a troublemaker and smartass at times, jonesy has very high golden retriever energy. always looking for the silver lining in everything and acting a fool to entertain his fellow survivors (whether they're actually entertained or not).

often daydreams of what it'd be like if the world hadn't gone to shit. he's been fascinated with baseball, ever since he was a little fella, and likes to think he would have gone pro, after college.

thus his preferred choice of weapon is a baseball bat that he used to practice playing ball, wrapped in barbed wire. he tried using an axe before the bat, but after it got stuck in an infected's head, he opted to carry something that wouldn't get him into a similar sticky situation.

for some reason, holds onto his dad's old butane lighter. it ran out of fluid years ago, but jonesy has never been able to bring himself to toss it.

⸻  WANTED CONNECTION

1 ) another young survivor he grew up with closely, did almost everything together as teens, got into harmless trouble more often than not. everyone thought the two were crushing on each other, like puppy love, but they honestly just enjoyed each others' company - no strings attached, no feelings other than platonic. could either have grown apart since then, or still be thick as thieves.

2 ) someone that knew his dad or mom (or both) before he was born/before the apocalypse. if it was his mom they knew, jonesy would be eager to learn all about her, since his dad and grandma never spoke of her to him. if it was his dad they knew, depending on the relationship, he'd be wary/avoidant of them.

[artzychic27]

Ride the Cyclone AU?

Our host for the evening is Master Fu, a mechanical fortune teller who reveals that he will soon die due to rats chewing through his cables

Master Fu used to be able to predict the future, specifically the exact moment of a person’s death, but the carnival set him to “Family Fun Mode,” meaning he could only repeat fairground advertisements. For example: Ride the Cyclone

He begins to tell the tale of two classes from the same school going to the carnival as part of a field trip. On a dare, one class has to ride the Cyclone, and when Mendeleieve’s class loses, they ride it… To their deaths

Those students are Aurore, a stressed out perfectionist; Ismael, an angry boy from Pakistan; Reshma, a kind wealthy girl who seems to have everything going for her; Denise, a muscular student with a ton of responsibilities; Simon, a tech-loving redhead; Marc, a shy writer; Mireille, a seemingly cheerful girl; Cosette, constantly neglected at home by their parents; Jean, a bubbly thespian; and Lacey, a thrill seeker

The ten of them arrive in limbo where they are greeted by Master Fu who tells them of their demise and then announces they are in a literal game of life and death

They must compete for the chance to return to the living

Moments later, they are introduce to the eleventh victim, a mystery girl dubbed only Jane Doe by the police since no family came to claim her headless body when it was found

The competition begins

Our first contestant is Aurore, who calls herself the "white sheep" of her family. She inadvertently insults the other teens for their lives and compares herself to each of them.

She sings that she deserves to return to life as she's destined to do great things and she’s What The World Needs. There’s also some undertone of her parents putting a ton of pressure on her and parts about her brother seeing her for who she truly is

The next contestant is Marc Anciel, a promising young writer who dreams of having a man to love him, but is instead stuck being single

He sings about his desire to meet a guy who shares his interests, to hold him during his darkest moments, and most importantly, to love him as he fears the day he will die alone with no one to hold when he starts to see the light.

The third contestant is Ismael Prisk, a transgender Pakistani boy living with his neglectful, transphobic, and emotionally abusive mother

He alternates between autotune-heavy gangsta rap about his hatred towards his mother and a ballad to his first real friend, Reshma

The fourth contestant is Jean Duparc, dubbed, “the most romantic boy in Paris.” His life was going wonderfully- He got the lead in the spring musical, got his boyfriend out of an abusive relationship, and his dad met someone. He wants to go back and see all of it happen

His song is a show-tune style that quickly changes to a heartbreaking lament about how he will miss the best moments of his life if he doesn’t escape limbo

The fifth contestant is Lacey Greene, a girl who wants to go back so she can take care of her brothers

She goes off on a sarcastic rant about how some of her classmates’ desires are so dumb before singing an emotional ballad about being the oldest sibling and the stress put on her at such a young age when her parents died.

Number six is Cosette Bellamy, one of the most miserable students in the class. Don’t let appearances fool you, Cosette is about as upset as they come. Their mother is an awful women with no regard for their feelings, their siblings treat them like dirt, and their father hardly says a thing, only offering comforting smiles

Cosette laments about how their family is anything but perfect and how they want to go back so they can finally say what needs to be said and fuck any consequences. They’re not going to die without letting those assholes get what’s coming to them.

Number seven is Simon O’Connor, your normal everyday demiboy who enjoys making music videos and lives with his aunt because his mother is an ass. He can’t imagine leaving Denise in limbo and would rather they live again

So, their song is a love ballad about the first moment he fell in love with Denise, from when they defended them against some bullies from school to when they held Simon as the class plummeted to their deaths

Number Eight is Denise Cabello, the physically strongest, but emotionally weakest. Their parents over work them at the restaurant, they have no time for their twin sister, and they’d rather let Simon continue living since his life is better

Their song is similar to Simon’s, but downplays Denise’s qualities until they break down crying and Simon is there to comfort them

Number nine is Reshma Laghari, one of the kindest rich girls you’ll ever meet. She starts of simple at first, downplaying her extravagant life and saying her family is just like any other, and she’s like any other girl… A girl with an obsession for magical girl manga, and a lesbian to boot, making her the odd one out at social scenes

She sings about her life as the black sheep everywhere she goes, from being an otaku, to having girls avoid her at parties so they don’t catch “gay,” and being the only Indian in a room of rich white kids.

While the teens sing about their hopes, dreams and fantasies, Jane Doe sings about despair

Jane's headless body was found in the wreckage, and she was assumed to be a member of the class. She was decapitated in the accident and her body was unclaimed. Her spirit has no memory of who she was and no idea what will happen to her in the afterlife.

After hearing Jane's tale, the students rally together and hold a birthday party for her featuring a rewritten birthday song, sharing a tender moment with each other

Finally, Mireille sings of her feelings towards her family, how her father treats her and her brother, how her mom had been holding on by a thread lately, and how all her repressed anger had seemed dropped away in the moment the roller coaster derailed

To her, it felt like being weightless on a cloud made of sugar

At last, it is time for the vote, but Fu changes the rules. He tells Aurore that she alone will get the deciding vote

Having a crisis of conscience, she she calls for a vote, saying that Jane is the only one who doesn't have memories to take to the afterlife with her, and the others decide to send her back.

Giving them all a warm “thank you,” Jane steps through a portal and starts a new life as Zoé Lee, the daughter of a tech mogul and the Style Queen

Eventually, Fu shorts out, repeating "Ride the Cyclone" before the remaining teens hold hands as their spirits travel to whatever comes next

[bestdamnshot]

bit of a shit head-canon but in my head seb is a dad, a really good dad despite his own shit upbringing. mostly modern Seb bc he can be more open when it comes to affection & supporting his kids etc. & I mostly picture Seb being an amazing girl dad in modern hence my oc Astrid comes in & is the reason I started having this whole head-canon in the first place right? But even though I first imagined them having a really shitty relationship bc the first time I wrote her I pictured her showing up at Seb’s door step at age 14/15 angry, a troubled kid who mirrored teen seb a lot bc essentially that is when I pictured he accidentally conceived her & bc he was a kid himself he ran & didn’t look back bc he was terrified he would be an awful father. & honestly given what he went through who could blame him? (Or ether he just never knew she even existed until then lmao, couldn’t decide which I preferred bc the latter was hilarious to me at the time)

anyway in that AU he’s confronted with a lot of the shit he had to face a lone through this kid he has to form a relationship with & he heals through that a bit. But that was really the first time Astrid Moran ever came to exist.

In most of the dad Seb AUs I’ve done he’s raised her as an adult since birth but in any AU, he’s just the complete opposite of his own father bc I like to think that even though he probably does have a lot of issues still, he can be impulsive & have a bit of a temper, he can do his best to not scar his kids the way he was scared & just tries to blow off steam when he’s out murdering for his boss instead of blowing at a toddler for pouring syrup on his shoe or something (which he would never do regardless bc Seb’s always been soft in my head, like really, truly soft. Deep down. Like he’s never lost that little five year old persona who kept a piece of the mischievousness, curiosity, play & love that kid naturally had before losing Alex at age 6.) but that view is mostly for modern Seb.

for Victorian Seb is a bit trickier for me personally anyway bc I love soft seb so much but I base off Vic seb mostly off The Hound of the D’urbersvilles the most in terms of personality & that mother fucker was FUNNY. But the bitch had major Anger, addiction & a whole slue of issues I can’t possibly try to replicate, specially towards a child bc I would only turn him into Augustus in a way & I don’t want that for Seb. So I do make him a little soft, but to make thighs more tense for him & easier for me to write that rougher Sebastian I decided his child, my OC Dorian Moran is a biracial child seb gets stuck with after he does what he does abroad, but before he can run away like he always does Dorian’s mom dies during child birth & Seb, well he has to take DAMN RESPONSIBILITY for once. (Wrote a whole fickler for this LMAO https://teenbasher.tumblr.com/post/184379231091/bloods-thicker <- read here if you want )

Victorian Seb is harder for me in this regard bc his personality is definitely vile & abusive but even then he stands for his child a bit more than his own dad ever did for him, at least he learns to with time, even though at the beginning he is absolutely awful to him. Bc let’s face it, seb is not a patient or kid man. So dealing with a toddler is very hard for him. But despite how much he dislikes his kid & how mean he can be towards him. I like to think that seb does care for him & despite everything, he invests in Dorian’s care having a nanny for him & eventually possibly having Moriarty help him tutor the boy ( since ya know he essentially lives with the man, & yeah a brothel is not the best place to raise a kid, but he’s trying, right?) & I like to also think that at least once in his life Sebastian stands up to someone discriminating against Dorian, perhaps bc of his race or his ilegitimen status, & maybe when Dorian is older & Seb has become more fond of him bc he learns to see him as his son & recognizes quirks maybe he had in his youth & generally learns to love Dorian as the son & human being he is. At some point Seb has to come around & at least show Dorian once that he got his back. Like damn.

anyway this think pice went wildly longer than I planned bc I originally just wanted to state abt how Astrid was mostly a Modern OC while Dorian was Victorina but I went too into thought about Dorian bc I love him & I feel bad I haven’t spent more time developing his character & relationship with Seb (ooooh!! Specially bc I think it would be nice & a total slap on the face to Seb if Moriarty offered to educate the boy. Not only in maths & science & all of the academia, but as an heir of sorts, teaching him the other side of the business eventually, bc think about it, who the fuck is going to suspect a biracial lad in Victorian England runs a world wide criminal empire after the very napoleon of Crime himself , master of disguise & perception Professor James bleeding Moriarty) not only inherit him but taught him since childhood. Plus since Seb would teach him to shoot & handle guns (as a matter of manly honor obvs & not an excuse to bond with his son) Dorian would be the whole package in terms of running Moriarty's criminal enterprise, becoming an incredibly powerful assassin.

[erigold13261]

I originally thought that the JJKxNSR AU was pure crack, but by putting on some analysis, it can make sense.

The NSpidR AU has kids who were supposed to be protected by the system but weren't. The system failed them. (Gwen being a blatant example since her father rejected her, or Pav who got sent to Nueva York, Hobie who was failed by their bio family/foster care...) They are all in a situation where they are being harmed by it.

JJK focuses on how kids should be allowed to be just kids, and how that was/is not possible in the sorcery society that they have. Teens are forced to grow up and made to see and fight horrors that no kid/adult should face. (As adults, Kento even says that being a child is not a sin, and Satoru says that the kids deserve to enjoy time as children.)

The best part is that the NSpidR AU ends with the Nueva York Team Squad actually being able to bring in change to the system!

Yup! The kids did exactly what adults couldn't do/refused to do!/j

But yea, the whole system is fucked for both situations. OG Spiderverse is like "you have to go THROUGH this predestined shit or else everything is fucked up" and JJK is like "you have to do these horrible acts and abandon morals or else everything is fucked up."

Both media are stuck following the system and conforming to traditions, only for the younger generation to start questioning what is going on, why does it have to be like this, and trying to put their own morals of saving everyone (or as many people as you can) above the "just let people die if it means you can save more people."

It's all about supporting each other and doing what you can to make the world a better place. Sure, sometimes the motives are selfish (such as Miles wanting to save his dad or Itadori wanting to honor his grandfather's dying wish, both of these seem selfish if you look at the big picture, but it also shows how these two have strong morals and aren't going to submit to a horrible system that just lets people die for the chance to save more people).

Obviously the Eriverse version of these is different, but it does take the fucked up systems that try to force you to conform from both medias and combines it into basically one system. It also keeps the younger generation is the catalyst for change thanks to the support, love, and community that is being built.

It sucks that these kids are still having to grow up and be the change they want to see because the adults in their lives and world are too stubborn and blind to see the harm they are causing. It literally takes revolutions for these adults to figure out they are wrong because of how headstrong they are, but these kids are just as stubborn and have a sense of justice that, sure may be a bit naive and childish in the grand scheme of things, but it is what they believe in and what is needed for a better world.

To me, it's like people saying the world is cruel and awful so we should just be cruel and awful to people. Most of my family thinks that way, but to me it is the people who think this way that MAKES the world cruel and awful. If people actually want the world to change they have to be that change, and it is easier to be that change as a child I think. To like try and bring joy and happiness.

It's not easy in the way of like, children getting into politics and stuff (which is still happening irl unfortunately since no one else is being the change needed), but it is easier to see the good in the world as a child/teen than it is as an adult.

Sorry, I'm rambling now. But I love having kids be kids, however sometimes their view is needed to change the world, and the only way for people to see that view is for these kids to take their own action (and not just kids or teens, but young adults like Peppermint or Mayday as well).

[also, slightly off topic, but a few years after the Tech Revolution, I can see a lot of jokes being made along the lines of "you're so stubborn we're gonna need a revolution to change your mind" or something like that lol]

[gnattyplayssims]

1955 Pt1 - Reunion

"Bro this place is a mess! When was the last time you did the laundry?"

"Uh...I don't remember."

"Seriously how are we even friends?"

"Cause I'm clingy?"

"Something like that. Can you believe we're about to be YA's"

"Finally! Feels like we've been stuck as teens!"

"How are you so good at this!?"

"It takes practice. My dad's a Master and he used to take me all the time when I was younger."

"I think I'll stick to cows and chickens."

"How are things out in the Bramblewood? You ask Pen out yet or are you still planning your perfect moment?"

"Whatever man these things take time to get em right. What about your aunt and uncle how are the twins?"

"They're fine. They're not babies anymore. I think my uncle already misses the infant stage."

"Ha I can't wait to have some of my own."

"You have to ask Penelope out first"

"Yeah yeah! We all know you don't like kids."

"It's not that I don't like them, I just...I don't know I'm different. I don't think I'll ever settle down like you and Nik will. Kids are fine but marriage? I don't think it's for me."

"If you say so. Hey I'm sick of fishing."

"My mom called this morning...Sofia's coming home. I guess I have a niece now."

"I hope she's not as much trouble as the twins. I can't believe your aunts having another set!"

"Do you think it'll be okay for her in Copperdale...if he's still there?"

"I'm sure it'll be fine!"

The trees were in full bloom as Sofia and Jamal arrived in Copperdale. Ava was in awe of all the green!

Anabelle ran down the stairs when they arrived, tears in her eyes "I can't believe you're home!" She went in for a hug but Sofia pulled back. "Oh right um...this must be Ava!"

Ava glared up at the strange woman and withdrew as her grandmother came down to embrace her. "It's okay sweetie, I'm your grandma."

"NO! No hugs!"

"MOM! Don't force her! You're scaring her!"

Ava was crying and hid behind Jamal who patted her head comfortingly.

Sofia introduced her "boyfriend" and no one noticed when Ava toddled away

"Where's Ava!? She was just here! Jamal?!"

"Hey relax, she's in a safe place, I'm sure she just went in another room."

"She's probably in the living room giving your father a hard time."

Ava had gone through the door and got lost. "Hey there little one."

"No hugs!"

Kye laughed, "Okay no hugs. I'm grampa what's your name?"

"Ava."

"Ava, that's a very pretty name for a very pretty young lady"

Ava quickly warmed to her grampa's kind words and gave a little wave.

Ava liked to talk and Hezekiah was amused by her barely understandable babble. "Why you chair wheels?"

"Because my legs don't work like yours do. I need a chair with wheels so I can move around. You walk and I roll."

"Walk and roll!"

"Yep and soon I bet you'll be running."

A song came on and Ava brightened and clapped her hands. "You want to come up here and listen?" Ava nodded and Kye pulled her onto his lap.

"I found her. I told you she just went through the door."

"Ah there's your mommy. Why don't you go see what gramma has in the kitchen."

As soon as Jamal and Anabelle left the room, Hezekiah's face fell. "She's beautiful, Sofie. I was so scared for you and I took that fear out on you. I knew you'd be an amazing mother and I should have said that instead."

"Dad."

"I'm so sorry baby girl!"

"It's okay now."’

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine! I just want to move on. With you."

"So this is your room?"

"What gave it away?"

He pulled a book from the shelf. "Do you have the Chronicles of Rodiek?"

"I have it somewhere."

"I'd like to read it to Ava sometime."

"Oh I'll defintely look."

After a long night of pretending that everything in Oasis Springs was perfect, it was time for bed. "I thought I saw the light on in here."

"I had a nightmare. Thought I might look for that book."

"Any luck."

"No. Maybe in a box somewhere. I'll find it."

"I know you will."

"But now that you're here, maybe I found another distraction."

She brushed her thumb over his lip. "Don't do that, Baby. You know I'm trying to control myself."

"I don't want you to control yourself anymore."

"I need to. That was the whole point of coming here."

She traced his jaw and his fingers traced the pulse point in her wrist. Her lips met his and he drew her closer. "You're cruel you know that?"

"It's not cruel if you let me satisfy you this time."

He moaned against her mouth, "Don't put this on me. I'm trying to give us space."

"I don't want space anymore. I don't want anything between us." She pulled at this belt but he pulled her hands away even as he pinned her to the wall.

"I have to go back."

"Then give me something to remember while you're gone." He groaned desperately against her mouth.

She pulled free of him and he leaned against the wall as she draped her legs around him, climbing higher until he'd had enough. She gasped as his mouth moved down her neck hungrily, sucking just enough that she couldn't contain her pleasure but without marking her as Don had.

"Okay that's enough." He pushed her off breathing heavily and turned back toward the door.

She wrapped her arms around him. "Don't go." She gave him a fleeting kiss on the mouth, moving to his cheek and pressing his hand against the place of her need. "Please, Jam."

He allowed her to pull him back and slide the door closed behind him, the darkness of the closet closing in around them. She pressed him back against the wall unfastening his pants. By the time her hand closed around him he knew he was done for. Don had trained her well.

1955 Pt2 - A Lavendar Field

[bog-water-030]

Bogs Bullshit Save for Sim Noobs

So I've started a new save on the sims 2 and unfortunately I have like one friend who's well versed enough to really get wtf I'm talking about when I yap about it. Then it hit me it would probably be a good idea to explain from zero. THIS is zero. If you know anything about anything in the sims 2 please skip this post.

If i sent this to you, congrats, find a screenreader, you're gonna be here a while.

"Strangetown is a small desert town with few inhabitants. There are two main streets, known as the Road to Nowhere, placed parallel with each other, around which the majority of the town is built. There are also three smaller roads, two of which are dead ends. Strangetown's landscape is barren, with only scattered cacti as flora... Considering the desert setting and references to Area 51 aliens, Strangetown may be located in the state of Nevada." (Sims Wiki)

THE SPECTERS

The Specters live on this god awful graveyard built up of the lovers and neighbours of Olive Specter.

Olive (pictured far left) is painfully in love with the grim reaper and has one child, a son, who was swiftly whisked away by the government, for obvious reasons. She's also raising her sisters only child, Ophelia Nigmos (pictured to the right), and god bless this poor child's soul she is STRUGGLING. Olives late husbands are just as unfortunate as their names suggest. Earl E Demise, Hugh Thanasia, Rigger Mortis. Its. Its really bad. Ichabod Specter is the only one she stuck with long enough to get her name changed.

Ophelia, bless her heart, is living on the community graveyard and these god damn ghosts REFUSE to leave her alone. She has pissed herself several times and it's genuinely effecting her terribly. Ophelia has two secret boyfriends (they both know about each other. I did not choose to make them polyamorous). Johnny Smith (pictured in the thought bubble), a half alien. And Ripp Grunt, the son of a space racist. She's still a teen so she has very little lore beyond being an orphan at first.

THE SMITHS

The smiths are genetically the worst family. Pollination Technician (pictured far right) Smith (yes that is his full legal name) is kind of a slut. He has four kids. Jill (pictured far left) and Johnny (pictured to the right of jill), with his wife Jenny (pictured to the left of Pollination tech). And Chloe and Lola with what would now be considered his own fucking father in law. This asshole who I will now call Paulie, spent his days as a space man impregnating random men all over the globe. And decided, after it all, to settle down with the DAUGHTER OF HIS FIRST LOVE QUEST. hate. Hate him. He also has a lawn in the DESERT. hate Paulie.

Jenny, bless her heart, does not know of her half-sister-half-daughters, she just really likes the colour green. Their two kids are your standard suburban kids aside from the space racist military man next door. Johnny is so sweet and just finished high-school. He didn't go to college but that's okay. He did his best and he's moving out very soon. And Jill despite being a little shite who doesn't do homework, has my heart and I can't wait to see how she turns out. She's just started ballet and she loves video games. Sweet summer child.

The Grunts

The grunts are my least favourite. They suck balls. They refuse to do the dishes. The dad, Buzz, lost his ex-wife to god knows what I think she was electrocuted. His hate for the world is leeching into his poor poor kids and it infuriates me. Realistically Buzz and his eldest son Tank are the only awful ones. Tank is a clone of his father. All he wants to do is join the military. He refuses to shower and keeps bothering the Smith kids. Ripp is the second and he's a dork I love him. I unfortunately cannot stand his father so I haven't played his household much,

The Curious'

The Curious' are a mess. From oldest to youngest it's Pascal Vidcund and Lazlo. Immediately when you enter the lot pascal goes into labour and has one alien child named Octavius. Lazlo cannot get bitches. He's very handsome and a good chef but good heavens he's too forward. Vidcund pissed himself in front of his first love Circe as a teen, and so struggles with women nowadays. Vidcund is obsessed with his telescope. So obsessed that he uses it during the day for people watching. He has gotten beat up by various neighbours. Mostly Olive. He speaks to one woman consistently and its Bella Goth. Despite also being pussywhipped for the woman he cant stop insulting her. She's exactly his type. He's genuinely very interested but he has negative rizz and everything he says is wrong and bad. He's lucky he's hot because if he wasn't I'd kill him.

Pascal is the only Curious brother capable of speaking to women and he is painfully gay. I love him he's the most tolerable Curious

The Beakers

The Beakers are awful. Circe is this money hungry bitch who enjoys the suffering of children, she is pregnant, I worry. Loki is a general asshole incapable of doing anything for himself. He has a maid, a butler, a gardener. I expect he'll want a nanny for his kid. He has a gun capable of sucking the skills out of people and he uses it on his pet human Nervous Subject (Olive Specters kid). Nervous had an AWFUL upbringing. He's a shy, grouchy, slob who's only capable of working out. He constantly smells. He's constantly offending people. His only friend is Pascal Curious and Erin Beaker, and those two are incapable of having enemies. I say pascal is his friend but he's like 2 minutes away from marrying the man. The issue is he's basically nocturnal, he cant stay awake long enough to call Pascal let alone get ready for a real date.

The Singles

So the singles are this 4 person disaster household consisting of the aforementioned sister daughters Chloe and Lola Curious. Alongside Erin Beaker (Loki's sister), and Kristen Loste who has zero lore beyond being gay as shit and in denial. They're a bin family which basically means the sims team couldn't find a way to make them not fuck their siblings so they've been banished to the shadow zone.

Chloe is a mega bitch. She's actively mean to everyone and generally is only nice to get in everyone's pants. She takes after her whore father I guess.

Lola does nothing but work. She has no other hobbies or interests which is to her favour.

Erin is also gay, she's loved by many (except Chloe who ceaselessly harasses her).

Kristen is doing her best but she spends all her time working, eating and sleeping.

The Goths

Bella Goth is a cross neighbourhood sim so while her lore doesn't actually effect her in this save it matters to me. She's a wife and mother of two but has no memory of this thanks to the power of alien abduction. All she recalls is the name on her drivers license. She was originally from Pleasantview, married to Mortimer Goth and raising Cassandra and Alexander, but after her affair partner's affair partners decided they weren't into sharing she was abducted by aliens and dropped in the middle of strange town. Bella has only just paid to put a roof on her shack house. Since she has no memory of her children she's a okay slutting around with no remorse. Unfortunately, I allowed her sluttery without prescribing birth control. She's gotten with (as of winter) ajax, Lazlo, and 3 miscellaneous townies.

[neutronstarchild]

Inuyasha Bad Girlfriend Guide

This is a companion piece to the bad boyfriend guide. As a Kikyō stan, I see so many fics where she is cast as the bad guy—sort of rightly—but... I’m hoping that a handy-dandy worksheet of a few more choices and why they make great bad girlfriends will free my girl from the perpetual bad guy treatment (and yup, I understand that she… in her necromanced wraith form in canon kinda deserves it.) Even so <cough>, here are some ladies for your consideration! They can do an excellent job keeping (or tearing) our OTP apart, so let’s let ‘em! (be aware here that Kagome is assumed to be the heroine in these scenarios!)

Disclaimer (I can’t believe that this needs to be said...) but this list assumes that the relationships are age-appropriate.

Yura: How can we not love to hate this vicious queen? She wears pieces of folded cloth as her outfit? Hell yes! Because if you’re not going tits-out in your schemes to further your personal hair fetish, are you really living? She’s mean, she’s over-the-top sexual, she collects heads like they’re trophies, and she has little personality outside of being the ho-out-to-steal-your-man. If your hero needs some terrible vapid awful-teen-movie-stereotype girlfriend, Yura is here for you. If you need someone who has no boundaries and makes your man uncomfortable? Yura is here for you.

Princess Abi: Gotta love someone with mommy issues that believes in her own superiority. She hates humans and doesn’t have time for lesser demons. Yes, fine, she’ll use them to get ahead (or help her mom get ahead), but she doesn’t mince words about those she feels are inferior to her (which is basically… everyone.) Need a snob? She will serve all your snobby needs!

Kanna: She’s an incredible practitioner of the dead-eye stare. Need someone who is so full of themselves that they don’t even deign to talk to the heroine? Well, Kanna is here for you. She can even have the nickname soul stealer because she seems to leech the very soul out of the poor man (or woman) she’s with. Add to that the looking like a doll and you have someone who is absolutely ethereally beautiful (almost to a creepy degree) and arctically cold.

Nazuna: Remember her? The human who hated demons even after one saved her life? The one who put all her trust into a dude who ended up being a spider? (We remember!) She eventually came around when poor Inuyasha turned into a human… She’s got that nice anti-demon bigotry to play with, and perhaps even a bit of the cultish attitude of “come to my temple and we can change you!” feels if needed!

Eri, Ayumi, Yuka: You date one of them, and whoops, you’re suddenly dating all three of them, because they can’t go anywhere without their best girlfriends. The vapid three are really great for name-swapping shticks (is it Eri or Yuka? nope it's Ayumi!), and can serve as a set of three-in-one mean girls to your heart’s delight! Lean into the power of three!

Ayame: Need a fiery redhead in your life? Yes? No? She seems like she would be a wonderful girlfriend except for the whole… she’s been stuck thinking about this one boy who she talked to this one time when she was younger and now compares absolutely everyone else to him. Seriously. Be ready to never stack up against the fairy tale. It’s fun while it lasts (Ayame is probably a pretty wonderful cook!), but you’re never going to be ✨Kōga✨ (the fantasy version, not to be mistaken with flesh-and-blood Kōga) so… ultimately it’ll fall apart.

Kagura: Oh what wonderful things that can be said about this queen of mean. Namely that she is powerful, she is beautiful, and she is desperately trying to escape a terrible home life. If you look like someone who will get her out of that awful situation? Congratulations! You have yourself a girlfriend! Unfortunately, this makes her cold and calculating, looking for where her next jump to farther away from her awful family will be. And lordie if this woman’s father comes looking for her…

Hitomiko: There are a lot of possibilities here! Let’s start with the tragically sick partner, who has been clinging to life and starting to fight a losing battle to an illness. You wouldn’t abandon her on death’s door, would you? Even with the sweet heroine there? The angst you can throw in with that! <chef’s kiss.> And then there’s the… “don’t do this one thing but if you do it’s going to get bad.” Sure, it was “don’t bury my head with my body” but how many other creative ways could you use this? Trigger that dark personality. The one controlled by the spider. The one that Hitomiko desperately tries to hide! The one that only happens behind closed doors! Basically don’t count this tragic priestess out.

Sara Asano: Yes, great, she is musical and can make people stop and listen to her play. But here’s the problem: she’s got that obsessive energy about her. She will follow the hero everywhere he goes, and definitely provides you with that excellent stalker vibe you might need. Would she pull a Glenn Close in Fatal Attraction and boil a bunny if someone breaks up with her? Yes she would.

Botan, Momiji: Silly silly girls, taken in by the words of a mean MILF who needs them to act as a shield between her schemes and the heroes. But what can they do for you dear writer? Well… they blindly follow what their mother says, and that means you have yourself some excellent stepsister types! Ones who are dating the noble boy because mom said so and they listen to mom. That extra bit of noble snootiness can be weaved into some great angst, especially if your heroine lacks the thing that makes one or the other snooty! These two also have the interchangeability aspect if Eri, Ayumi and Yuka are useful elsewhere!

Tsubaki: Speaking of the big old mean mommy. Here she is in the plastic-surgeried-to-look-young flesh! She’s manipulative and cunning. She is toxic and will burn everything down to get her way, and she will deceive and deceive and deceive to get ahead! Need an older woman who is pretending to be young trapping your poor hero or heroine? Well, here you are! Tsubaki the evil witch can give you all that sweet sweet old-hag power that your story needs!

Tōran, Karan, Shunran: Nothing like a good old family rivalry to make these two amazingly bad panther demon girlfriend candidates! Oops, they totally forgot to tell the hero that there has been a blood feud between their families for generations and they’ve come to collect!

Midoriko: Listen. Girl has a lot on her plate. She had to use her soul to trap the really bad demons after all. So if you are looking for that impossibly unattainable woman who seems to be able to balance a million things all at the same time while looking and being flawless? Midoriko is there for you. Problem though? She puts work above everything else. Fine, so her job is saving the world, but sometimes somebody just needs a snuggle, right? She’d also probably be that pep-talking ex, who sits down and tells the heroine to stop comparing herself to others, because she’s fabulous all on her own.

Kaguya: That type of narcissist that you could see becoming an influencer that will stop at nothing to become the top influencer in the world. She’s manipulative and powerful, and she is a weakness-seeking missile, so the hero better watch out. The more of his soul he reveals to her, the deeper into her power he will become. She definitely won’t let the breakup go, and will continue to haunt the OTP long after she’s been dumped. We don’t see this beauty enough in people’s stories!

Tsukiyomi: Beautiful, powerful, and has fallen in love with demons before. Problem is, she is absolutely stuck on her ex. She probably texts him while you are sipping wine!

Shiori: Sometimes it sucks to see your love interest with the perfect partner (can anyone tell that I am a Shiori stan?) She’s sweet and she’s smart and she’s supportive. She and the hero really do seem so completely happy together and it tears the heroine’s heart from her chest. Maybe they break up because Shiori realizes that the hero is secretly falling for the heroine, and maybe she moves away and they make the hard decision to part, but they decide to remain friends and continue to support each other. Sometimes it’s okay to have a fluffy and affable ex! And for one of those? Shiori is a great idea!

Inukimi: Lucille Bluth but a near-immortal perfectly beautiful dog demon goddess among mortals (we totally get where Sesshōmaru gets his good looks from). She probably thought of that one date with your hero as being because she was bored. Inukimi definitely likes to play with her food.

Shima: really doesn’t want to be here, but her parents forced her to behind her back. (Who the hell offers a girl to a catfish?) Problem is, she sees a convenient lie about the hero to be far better than the marriage her parents arranged for her. And that bleeding heart hero might just accept to get her out of a really bad situation! She’s a lesson: don’t trap people into relationships!

Honeki/Bone Demon: Gotta love those bait and switch ladies. This demon looks beautiful and lures men to their untimely deaths by feeding their bones to her father (who is basically all bone). Nickname her boner-killer (because clever puns are lifeblood), and make it clear she is really only after the bone and you have a dirty demon set of jokes and a heroine who can endlessly roll her eyes at a hero who is after her.

Koharu: You are too young to be trying to date these older men, young lady! Now go home and do your homework.

Sōten: I blame this headcanon entirely on @witchygirl99 and @nartista. That Sōten, the sweet thunder demon sister to the bad boyfriend brothers is a sapphic queen, who dates the hero in her journey toward being comfortable with who she is and what her sexuality is. Once she figures it out though, the relationship blazes to an abrupt and friendly end! You have the potential here for Sōten to comment on thinking the heroine is gorgeous, helping spur our hero toward his OTP!

Sango: Here’s another hard-to-make-bad girlfriend! Well, she has a tragic family history and really can’t handle trusting people but once she’s found her people, she becomes endlessly supportive. Sango fits the role of the better off friends ex-girlfriend extremely well. Hell, she’d probably be down for fake dating shenanigans to get the heroine to understand that she has a crush on the hero!

Kikyō: Yes yes, Kikyō is here. And yes, she does make a pretty great bad girlfriend. But that’s the thing about her. She’s full of so much baggage and tragedy and anger and resentment that if you’re going to thrust her into that role, she deserves the depth that her tragic priestess backstory provides her. She was burned (literally!) and betrayed! So if she’s clingy, it’s with this desperate knowledge that someone might tear the fragile balance back away from her. Give her the chance to be a broken bad girlfriend instead of the ho-in-the-way, after all, we have Yura for that!

Kaede & Rin are going unmentioned here intentionally. I’m sure that we can bend our imaginations to make them work—of course we can! But… with a most excellent list of 23+ candidates, do we really need to go there?

[13uswntimagines]

Always Have a Place (Preath x Teen!Reader)

Request: learning to love part 2 with reader being super attached to Chris and Tobin then someone coments about it and reader starts to feel insecure about it again and Tobin and Chris has to reassure her again

You pulled the blankets tighter around you, padding through the chilly apartment towards the sound of your mama’s voice. The cold Manchester weather wasn’t quite agreeing with you, and paired with the holidays, you had been a bit on edge for the past few days. 

You never understood what the big fuss around Christmas was (as you had never been visited by Santa when you were younger), and Christmas Trees kinda freaked you out (Forster father number 3 had sent one through a window on your first Christmas with them). Though Christen and Tobin tried to show you some holiday traditions, you just didn’t understand why making cookies and drinking hot chocolate were supposed to put the world in a more giving mood. 

You rounded the corner, glancing to the left where Christen was sitting on the couch, and Right where Tobin was talking at the dining room table. You thought it was strange they never did video calls from the same room, but if it made them happy then who were you to judge. 

You sighed, deciding that Christen looked more cuddly, and began shuffling in her direction. She glanced over the top of her laptop at you, opening her arms to invite you in as she took in your tired form. 

“Hmm, you’re warm,” You mumbled, wigging into the woman to find your favorite spot. Christen giggled, wrapping her arm around you and pulling you closer, placing a kiss on the crown of your head. The two of you had grown close (almost as close as you and Tobin) in the past few months, and while you and Tobin bonded over art, you had become her cuddle buddy. Plus with the bad feelings the holidays always dredged up, you had been a bit more clingy than usual (not that her or Tobin were complaining) and her calming figure had put you at ease. 

“I’m glad baby, just a few more minutes and then we can all go to bed alright?” Christen asked softly, running a comforting hand through your hair. 

“You don’t have to rush, I’m comfy now,” You mumbled, allowing your mom’s scent to relax you. Now that she was here to ward off your nightmares, you were finding it difficult to stay awake. 

“Awe, is our favorite designer in training tired?” Megan jested from the screen, and you stuck your tongue out at her. 

“In training? My design sold out in less than a day,” you grumbled. You had been honored to work with your Ma on the popsicle capsule and were super excited that your work had done well. It was nice to know your art was appreciated, even if it wasn’t the typical portraits you did. 

Megan laughed, nodding in concession, glad you had warmed up to her. You were making amazing strides with not only the women that had become your moms but with the team as a whole. 

“The time change is a little much for us all I think,” Tobin said, glancing over at the two loves of her life from the kitchen table. God, you had come so far, had grown so comfortable coming to them when you weren’t feeling alright. 

“We all know the truth, that kid is just super attached to you, and probably can’t even sleep by herself,” Kling laughed, not noticing how you flinched slightly. You didn’t know Kling as well as you knew Megan or any of the other members of the USWNT and you weren’t quite sure how to take her teasing. 

“I can attest that Y/n is pretty cuddly. I don’t know how you detach her to train sometimes,” Pino shrugged and your eyebrows furrowed. Did Pino think you were too clingy too? Did she think you were holding your mom’s back? If they couldn’t train, they couldn’t be the best. They wouldn’t want you anymore if you were hindering them. 

You twisted slightly uncomfortable, pulling away from Christen’s comforting embrace. 

“I’m gonna go back to bed,” You mumbled, tucking your Batman blanket tighter around you. 

“You sure babe?” Christen asked, brushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. 

“Hmm,” You hummed, shuffling off to go and cuddle Roary. Hopefully, he could keep your nightmares away (not missing Tobin’s “Nice going, Kling,”). 

****

You woke with a start, sitting bolt upright and clutching your blanket tightly to your chest. You gulped down the bile that rose in your throat. You ran your hand across your forehead, pushing the sweaty strands of hair from your clammy skin. 

You blinked at the red number of the clock, the little 2 mocking you. It was the 4th time this week. Every part of you longed to go find the comfort your Mom and Mama always offered when you had a nightmare. But you couldn’t bring yourself to disturb them. Kling was right, how the hell were they supposed to play well with you bothering them every time you had a little scary dream. You were 14, not 4. 

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose and smoothing your thumb over both of your closed eyes in an effort to chase away the images that plagued your sleep. You were never going to get back to sleep now. 

You leaned over and grabbed your trusty drawing pad, before quietly tiptoeing out of the room, and down the hall. You paused as you passed the slightly ajar door to your moms’ room. They never complained about your frequent visits to their bed or pushed you to tell them which ghost from your past had made you end up there. 

You shook your head, taking a second to convince yourself that not going to them was going to benefit you in the end. If you stopped bothering them, being so clingy, they wouldn’t get tired of you. They wouldn’t get rid of you. 

You continued down the hallway, bypassing the kitchen in favor of turning into the living room. You stared out the bay windows, wishing for a minute that you were back in Portland. That you had the balcony to stand on and collect your racing thoughts, and the cool night air to ground you back in reality. Alas, you were here in the UK instead. 

You sighed again, curling up on the little window seat, staring listlessly at the drizzly night sky, and flipping mindlessly through the pages of your sketchbook. 

You settled on a blank page, mindlessly tapping your pencil on the paper. Your thoughts wandered, taking in the skyline as though it would tell you what to draw, how to set your mind at ease. The movement of your reflection in the window caught your attention, and suddenly you knew exactly what to draw. How to get your brain to stop obsessing over them leaving you. 

****

Tobin sighed as she entered the living room. It was the 5th time this week she had walked into the same sight of you slumped against the living room window, your pencil paused over your coveted sketchbook, which was balanced precariously on your knee. 

“She’s out here Chris,” Tobin called quietly down the hallway. How they had gone to waking up with you almost always cuddled between them (or on the foot of their bed) to you virtually pulling away entirely they weren’t sure. It hurt to see the brick wall around your heart rebuilding itself in front of their eyes. 

Christen padded up next to her, wrapping her arms around Tobin's waist and resting her head on her shoulder. “Again?” She asked, the sadness evident in her tone. They thought they had gotten over the hurdle of convincing you to come to them for help, plus she was starting to miss her cuddle buddy. 

“Hm, we need to get to the bottom of this,” Tobin mumbled, leaning back into her wife. It wasn’t healthy for you to be awake all night, even if you were processing your emotions through art, if for you to be pushing them away. They tried not to push you too hard, tried to let you come to them, but you clearly weren’t. They were going to need to intervene soon. 

“I’ll make the coffee, if you want to wake little miss up,” Christen murmured into her neck, placing a soft kiss before heading off towards the kitchen. 

You may have been her cuddle buddy, but you always had an easier time opening up to Tobin. Her chill demeanor set you at ease. 

Tobin nodded making her way over to you, making a mental note to put an extra blanket on the window seat in case this was going to continue. 

She crouched in front of you, carefully maneuvering the dangling sketchbook out of your hand, barely glancing at the still open page as she set it on the coffee table, and placing a gentle hand on your knee. 

“Hey kiddo, it’s time to wake up,” she said softly, rubbing your leg to rouse you. 

“Hm, what time is it,” You asked, pushing your forehead against the cool glass and blinking sleepily at the woman. 

“Just after 8. What time did you come out here?” She questioned softly. 

You shrugged, yawning loudly. “Like 1:30. I couldn’t go back to sleep after my dream so I decided to come out here for a bit,” You lazily gestured towards your sketchbook “thought I could work through it and I guess I fell asleep,” 

“Why didn’t you wake Me or Mom up, we would have hung out with you until you could get back to sleep,”  The woman pressed, cupping your face and running her thumb over your cheek, brushing the dark circles that had grown more prominent under your eyes. You leaned into her touch, allowing it to ease your fears for the moment. 

“Didn’t wanna bother you. Your both starting today,” you said. 

Tobin squinted at you, her head tilting to the side. You were more important to them than any starting position, they thought you knew that. It was a piece to the puss me that was this change in your behavior, but she couldn’t seem to put her finger on the rest. She couldn’t quite see how it fit. 

“You could never be a bother to us babe, we love you and want to help you. And you’re our priority, never worry about soccer when it comes to stuff like this. If one of us has to sit out, it’s no biggie,” She said, looking you in the eye, repeating the words that had become their mantra to you. 

You hummed noncommittally, abruptly pulling yourself out of her grasp, looking away from her piercing gaze. That was too close, and you didn’t want her to make a promise you knew she wouldn’t keep. It would hurt less later if you didn’t believe her. 

“Is mom making pancakes?” 

*****

Christen was worried. Very worried. She hadn’t meant to go snooping, but the sketch on the page of your open notebook had caught her attention, and once she started she couldn’t stop. 

It was a striking image. The drawing of the view from their apartment was nice, but what really caught her eye was the reflection of you in the glass. There was something about your expression that tore at her very soul. 

You drew what you felt, and if you had this much disparity, then something was very wrong. 

“Have you seen this,” She asked her wife breathlessly. Tobin glanced at the page, nodding once. It had been the same sketch 4 days in a row, the only thing that changes were the expression. The eyes growing emptier, the shadows getting bigger. She bit her lip. 

“We have to let her come to us, babe. All we can do is try to be there for her,” 

And try to be there for you they had. They increased their touches (trying not to feel hurt when you pulled away), Tobin scheduled extra time for the two of you to work on the capsule together. Hell, Christen even started leaving hot chocolate in the window seat for you. But nothing seemed to be working. You were slowly slipping away and neither of them knew why. 

Christen sighed, glancing back at the sketch, so beautifully haunting. “I just want her to let me help,”

“She will, you just have to let her sort through whatever it is first,” 

*****

Your moms were on their feet mere seconds after your first shriek, racing across the hall and into your room, searching for the threat. They released a breath they didn’t know they were holding when they saw you alone in your bed until another strangled cry left your lips. 

“No, I’ll be good, please don’t leave,”

That was all it took for them to jump into action, Tobin flipping on your bedside light, and Christen crawling into bed beside you. 

“Hey baby, wake up, it’s just a bad dream,” your mom said, wrapping you up in her arms and rubbing your back to rouse you from sleep. 

“Mom?” You asked disoriented, trying to fight the gentle hands keeping you from accidentally hurting yourself. 

“Shh, I’m here, you’re ok,” Christen said, pulling you into her lap. You buried your face in her neck, gripping her nightshirt so tightly the cotton was straining in your grasp. 

You sobbed into her neck, your tears making the skin sticky. “Don’t leave me please,” You begged, the words garbled by tears and your adamant refusal to pull away from your favorite hiding spot. Christen shushed you, rubbing your back with one hand and cradling your head with the other, sharing a worried glance with Tobin over your head. The other woman stood next to your bed, her hands opening and closing, shifting foot to foot unsure how to help you. 

“Never baby. We’re not going anywhere,” Christen soothed, gesturing for Tobin to take your other side. She did, hugging you from behind to let you know that she was there too. 

They held you as you cried, whispering sweet nothings over your unintelligible whimpering. 

“I’m sorry I’m too clingy. That you can’t practice as much as you used too,”

“No baby, we don’t feel that way at all. We love you, and we want to be here for you,”

“But Kling and Pino-“ You protested, only to be cut off by Tobin solemnly shaking her head. “Were joking, they didn’t mean anything by it. They’re both glad that you are opening up to them,” 

You stared at her in disbelief (and Tobin made a mental note to murder her friends for being assholes. They needed to learn that even though you felt comfortable, your fears and insecurities were not something to be picked on, even with the best intentions). 

“And so are we. We’re glad and honored that you’ve opened up to us, and let us see your goofy side, and your amazing art,” She added, brushing a wild curl from in front of your eyes. 

“Really?”

“Absolutely. We love how cuddly you are- it makes up for the 13 years we didn’t get with you,” Christen said, squeezing you tighter just to prove her point. It had taken you a long time to let them in, and though it was still a work in progress, they were honored you trusted them. That you had let them in further than anyone before. 

“Will you stay?” You asked in a small voice, almost afraid of the answer. 

“Always,” Your moms answered together. Tobin pulled back the covers, allowing Christen to maneuver the two of you inside before joining you. You sighed, reveling in their safety. Here, wedged between the women, you knew you would always have a place. 

[xoxo-teddybear]

FOR TILL COLLEGE - Bakugou Katsuki

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

If y’all couldn’t tell from the title, I’ve been watching iCarly A LOT recently and one of my favorite episodes is when Carly kisses Bad Boy Griffon and Spencer catches it

So imagine Bakugou and Y/N’s daughter, Katsumi, doesn’t get along at all with some ex-delinquent bad boy who is tryna be good. This bad boy still has his bad boy ways and so Bakugou took him under his wing bc this boy reminded him of his younger self...except worse for obvious reasons.

Y/N is out doing pro hero patrols and Bakugou gets back early to find Katsumi and Bad Boy smooching on the couch

SCENARIO

Bakugou walked through the door expecting to find his little mentee working on the project he left for him to do in his home. What he didn’t expect was for his daughter to be making out with this ex-delinquent on their family couch.

“Whaaa-HUHHHHHHH?!?!??” Bakugou continuously screames as the two separate, Bad Boy remains calm on the couch and Katsumi stands up in shock. Bakugou gestures to the whole scene with his hands as he finally stops screaming.

*Time Skip to like 5 minutes later*

“Let’s just recap! I catch you robbing a store, I give you a second chance and decide to not have you arrested, I take you in to mentor you in the ways of hero work, and you pay me back by chewing on my daughter’s face?!” Bakugou says as he finished pacing in the living room as Bad Boy and Katsumi sit on the couch away from each other .

“We were kissing,” Bad Boy says.

“GUILTY!” Bakugou screames in Bad Boy’s face but then Katsumi spoke up.

“I KISSED HIM FIRST!” Katsumi explained. Bakugou just looked at her in shock before opening his mouth to speak but then closing it again. He then turned to Bad Boy and spoke.

“Out!” He said and began to drag bad boy’s arm to the door and kick him out. On the way there, the two teens began complaining.

“I will talk to you later!” Bakugou says to the ex-delinquent but when bad boy makes it to the door he speaks to Katsumi again.

“I will call you,” bad boy says.

“Kay!” Katsumi joyously replies.

“You’ll call no one! .....Ever!” Bakugou says to bad boy as he steps back into the house. Bakugou runs to the kitchen to grab the first thing he sees, an apple, and runs back out to throw it towards bad boy hitting him on the head. “Yes!” He exclaimed and ran back inside.

Bakugou rubs his temples and huffs out a frustrated sigh before he spoke to his teen daughter.

“I don’t under- how did- ....WHEN I LEFT HERE, you hated him. How did you go from hate to......mwuahhhhhh,” Bakugou said and then stuck his tongue out all over his face to over-exaggerate the kiss as he made out with the air to mock his daughter.

“Well! I was trying to study but *bad boy* kept turning up music so I came down here to yell at him, I called him obnoxious and he said I needed to get a sense of humor, so I said ‘oh really?’ Then while I was telling him how immature he was, I realized he was really cute annnnnd then he asked me if I liked music and I said ‘who doesn’t like music?’ So then we started talking and I realized he’s really sweet and smart and his lips were right there infront of me so I leaned over and kissed him!” Katsumi explained as her father stared at her in shock with his hands pressed together as he kept them infront of his lips.

“And I don’t kiss like mwuahhhhhh,” Katsumi said mimicking her father’s ‘make out with the air’ action. “I KISS LIKE A PRINCESS!” She exclaimed. Bakugou exhaled deeply before he spoke calmly.

“You are grounded...forrr...till college,” he calmly stated.

“For till college?!?!?!” Katsumi questioned.

“FOR TILL COLLEGE!” Bakugou quickly replied.

“Why?!” She asked.

“For kissing that delinquent!” Bakugou said as he walked to the kitchen as Katsumi followed.

“You’re the one who took him under your wing!”

“Well this ‘wing’ shalln’t flap no more!” Bakugou replied!

“*Bad Boy* is never allowed here again and you’re never allowed to have any contact with him,” Bakugou said with a triumphant smirk. Curse the damn parent card.

“Why?! What did I do that was so bad?!” Katsumi asked.

“Oh you know, Lipsey!” Bakugou stated. Katsumi stared in shock.

“I’m almost 16!” She said, “how old were you when you started kissing girls?!”

“Eleven..? THAT IS NOT THE ISSUE RIGHT NOW!”

“The issue is that you’re totally over reacting!” She said.

“Say whatever you want,” Bakugou said as his smirk returned and he crossed his arms, “you’re still so grounded.”

Katsumi stood still once again before she smashed a dinner plate on the ground. Bakugou remained unphased and copied her as he dropped another plate to the ground. Katsumi threw another plate and as she was about to throw another one, Bakugou interviened.

“Wait wait wait....That’s my favorite china, you can’t break it.” Bakugou said with one arm up and a stilled face.

“Am I ungrounded and can I hang out with *Bad Boy*?!” Katsumi asked with sass.

“No you are not and no you can not- ARGHHH!” Bakugou screamed as Katsumi threw the china to the ground. Katsumi then ran to her room frustrated with her father. Once her door slammed, Y/N returned from patrol. She walked to the kitchen to find her loving husband.

“Hey love, I- woah.” Y/N said as she saw the mess on the ground. “What’d I miss?”

Bakugou sighed and began to get the broom as Y/N bent down to pick up a few broken pieces.

“Awe man, this is the china I was gonna gift to Midoriya for his upcoming birthday. It looks exactly like your favorite one. Too bad he won’t get it this year.” You pouted at the pieces of broken plates.

Bakugou still had his back turned as he retrieved the broom but a smiled fell onto his face as he heard about how it was Deku’s broken present and not his favorite china. He let out a relieved sigh as he turned to clean up the mess. Well part of it at least.

Now he has a moody teenage daughter and a bad boy to take care of.

[danioak7]

A Perfect Day

Heyo! This is Dani here! Finally posting one of my insert reader fanfics on here, and what could be a better way than to start with the first of 4 parts in my Jonathan Crane series! I’ll hopefully post up another random fanfic later on, but here’s part 1 of my A Perfect Life series. Hope you guys enjoy❤️

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“Johnny, c’mon! I’m sure your dad won’t mind.”

“I-I’m not sure, Y/N...”

She stopped running. She then turned to face him and grabbed his hands. She looked almost nervous. Her small problem was that she did this without thinking too much, and she never considered if Jonathan would be okay with this. She looked up into his eyes, and he could see her e/c eyes as clear as day. They were mesmerizing.

“Hey. If he gets you in trouble, I’ll be there to take the blame.”

“I-I don’t want you to do that. That doesn’t seem right.”

“I don’t care if it’s right; I’m not letting you be at fault for this. But if you don’t want to go...”

“N-No! No, I-I want to go. I really do, Y/N. Let’s just go.” If he was being honest, he really just wanted to spend more time with her. With her holding his hands, he felt safe. He wanted to be in a relationship with her so bad, but with his dad’s research picking up, he knew he couldn’t dare be with her. His father was already so hesitant about him going to school, so what would happen if he got a girlfriend?! But at this moment, he just wanted to be with Y/N. So that’s what he did; he stuck with Y/N.

“Really? O-Okay! Yeah! C’mon, it’s this way!” Y/N still held onto one of his hands as the pair raced from the front of the school towards the small town closest to the school. It wasn’t quite considered as being “in Gotham”, but it was a peaceful little town with a low crime rate, considering how heavy the crime was in the large neighbouring city. For a good bit, the teens were running. But Y/N eventually slowed down, because neither teen could successfully run very far. The entire time, Jonathan held her hand tightly. He was afraid that if he let go, then he’d lose her forever. They strolled through the small town just outside of Gotham, just enjoying each other’s company. She led him towards a pier, where there was a safety railing so people didn’t fall into the water. What she did next left Jonathan in awe...

She let go of his hand and ran up to the railing. She stood there holding onto it, and looking at the water and the sky with so much hope in her eyes. The wind blew lightly, and it softly lifted her h/l, h/c hair. Her skirt was blowing behind her in the wind, and her body language showed that she was at peace. The water in front of her was a deep, sparkling blue. The sky was filled with cotton candy shaped clouds, and was coloured a pale blue like the shirt he wore that day.

The breeze became a bit cold for her, so she shivered slightly. In an instant, Jonathan calmly took off his hoodie, walked towards her, and wrapped it around her. She was so grateful for the gesture. She even wrapped an arm around him, as she hoped he would stay beside her. He did indeed.

The pair started towards the open water ahead of them. It was such a calm time in both of their lives; it felt so weird, but in a good way. But the gears in Jonathan’s head were turning rapidly, just trying to figure out how to tell the sweet angelic girl beside him how he truly felt. To hell with what his dad thought; he wanted to be with her. And if that was the last thing that he would do, he’d be glad he did. Y/N on the other hand was in pure bliss. The boy she had fallen for all those years ago was in such close proximity to her, to the point where she could almost hear his heartbeat. She decided to lay her head on his shoulder, which startled the nervous boy.

“I’m sorry, Johnny! I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.”

“N-No! You’re good. Um, if you want to, you can put your head back there. I really liked it...”

“Oh, okay. I really liked it too.”

Once her head landed back on his shoulder, Jonathan pulled her slightly closer to him. His confidence had disappeared in an instant. But Y/N needed to say one more thing before they fell back to their comfortable silence:

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, Jonathan. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“M-Me too, Y/N. I think I’d be pretty lost.”

“You’d still be in the corner, alone at lunch,” the smaller one replied with a chuckle.

“That I would be. That I would be...” and with that, the pair fell back to their peaceful silence. But Jonathan’s head was still trying to figure out how on Earth he was gonna tell her that he felt all these feelings for her.

Bit by bit, his confidence came back. After a while, he did something that even took him by surprise: he lightly kissed Y/N’s forehead and muttered that he loves her. As soon as he did, his face turned an even darker shade of red (if it even could). Where did this come from?! He wasn’t even thinking straight. He started to panic, and wished he hadn’t said that out loud nor done anything at all. During his panic, the small girl looked up at him with large doe eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N. I-I don’t k-know what-“

“Shut up.”

“I- what?” That got his attention for sure.

“Shut up! You’re so nervous! Don’t be,” she lightly grabbed his chin so that he would look at her, and looked deep into his eyes. Her smile was huge, “because I love you too.”

His mind went blank. Absolutely blank. She loved him?! Oh god, his heart was soaring. He was on cloud 9. All his setbacks in this whole endeavour today had been because he was so nervous and stuck in his head. But all the things that led to something good were when he just shut off his mind, and followed his heart. So that’s what he did.

The lovestruck boy pulled the equally lovestruck girl closer to him, and repeatedly planted sweet kisses to her forehead. The pair were a smiling, blushing mess. But they didn’t care; they had each other. After the many kisses to her forehead, Jonathan mustered up the courage to plant a gentle kiss onto the beautiful girl’s lips. It was sweet and simple, that left the two of them wanting a little bit more. When the two teens pulled away, they instantly wrapped each other in a tight hug.

For Jonathan, he finally found someone to love him and not have the urge to use him for studying purposes. But for Y/N, she now had someone to call her own. She had always wanted someone who loves her unconditionally, and now she finally has that person: her best friend and now boyfriend, Jonathan Crane. And as they watched the cotton candy clouds shift and the sparkling water ripple, their souls intertwined. That single thing caused a symphony of endless love and adoration that rang through the air around them. No matter what would happen in the future, they’d face it together.

But that was all just a pleasant memory now. Now Jonathan sat in a cell in Arkham Asylum, with his back pressed against the wall and a photo in hand. He managed to sneak the photo in, and hide it any time someone came nearby. It was a photo that Y/N had taken that day: she held the camera in a selfie-like fashion, and it showed her with a giant smile. Jonathan was behind her, with his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her shoulder. He looked so lovestruck in the photo. He still was to this day. The poor boy still twitched with fear as he sat, but that photo- no, the sight of Y/N kept him calm.

She never visited. It was as though he didn’t exist anymore. He would never know if she just didn’t want to come, or if there was something blocking her path. But as long as he had the photo in his hand, he believed he’d be alright. Maybe not today, but maybe tomorrow. Or the next day, even.

“If I could just take us back to those days. If I had one wish, then I could just do that. You used to brighten every empty space, and the words ‘I love you’ replaced any doubt I had. Maybe time wouldn’t try to erase you from my mind. If you could only know that I’d never let you go, Y/N.”

The guard heard Jonathan’s ramblings, and went to check on him. The scared boy saw the infamous scarecrow figure instead, looming over top of him. As soon as the guard got close, he saw the photo. He grabbed it out of Jonathan’s hand, and marched back outside. In Jonathan’s eyes, he saw the scarecrow figure that he hated wrenching his hand open. Then he finally saw the guard, who proceeded to take the photo from the helpless boy. And with that, all his hope disappeared, and he was left completely alone.

“A-And the words ‘I promise, I’ll be back. I’m not leaving you’ r-ring through my head. I-I m-miss y-you Y/N…”

The broken shell of a hopeless boy was all that was left in that cell. And from that point on, there were few words he actually said. All that came from him now were screams.

[themafia-terrapins]

Into the night.

A/N: You should read the post before this to get an understanding of this AU. Fair warning, this is pretty long. Enjoy! 💚

Disclaimer: mention of child abuse ahead. Be warned!

Cold. Merciless. Dangerous. Mysterious.

They were the only words that many used to describe the Hamato Clan. No one wanted to mess with them in fear of what they would do, countless stories were told of those who had double crossed them and in result, hadn’t lived to see the next day. The most feared gang caught in a dark and ruthless world of crime, violence, blood and lust. Others wanted their wealth and power but not everything is what it seemed to be. 

The cold breeze hit Leonardo’s face, as he gulped down air quickly into his lungs. He was sure those horrid nightmares would have stopped, it had been almost 11 years for God’s sake. Cursing under his breath, he knocked down the tub of medication which rattled on the floor. The view of New York was beautiful from all the way up here and as frantically as he tried to focus on it, those poisonous thoughts blazed through his mind and he had no power to control it. 

“Father please don’t leave again” The young teen cried, trailing helplessly after the rat who swore angrily. Being only 13, he wasn’t able to grab those supplies that his brothers needed. They were forced to rely on Splinter but he would hardly help them. They were lucky if he even brought down the bare necessities for them to survive on. 

“How many times do I have to tell you leave me alone?! Enough!” Splinter growled, loosening his tie as he made his way to the sewers steps. But Leo had to try for his brothers, he couldn’t look at their pain anymore. He couldn’t go back empty handed, to witness Raphael put up a brave front despite actively bleeding and bruised practically everywhere on his frail body. He couldn’t see Donnie on the verge of another panic attack because he didn’t know how to fix them. He couldn’t bear to see Mikey trying to hold it all together but breaking down in the bathroom , when he thought nobody was listening because he couldn’t live in this nightmare. 

“R-Raph is hurt and we don’t have any more bandages” Leo spoke timidly, trying to sound clear and confident but his voice trembled. Splinter stood still and the turtle could already smell the sour whiskey from his clothes. It had been a bad day, he presumed. Whiskey was only drunk whenever a loss was incurred. And that usually meant he wouldn’t be home for days, much o the turtle’s pleasure. 

“What have I said about speaking back?!” Splinter bellowed, his arm whacking Leo backwards until his shell hit the tunnel. The side of his shell had already been damaged due to constantly training day and night to perfect the routine Splinter had set them. But an audible crack had been heard and a small gasp left his lips, already seeing a trickle of blood roll down his skin staining the previous bandages. He hadn’t even time to register the pain until Splinter loomed over his body, his eyes black and dangerous. 

“Father I’m-” Leo’s breath hitched in his throat, tears prickling his eyes painfully watching his hand raise slowly. ‘Not again, please not again’

“You’re absolutely hopeless, you hear me?!” Again Splinter punched the turtle, laughing each time when the terrapin recoiled in pain. Leonardo held his tongue, scared to further anger the drunken rat. Every slap, punch and kick was taken without a sound because the punishment for wincing was double the amount than the beating now. And he wasn’t so sure his shell could take anymore.

“Look at you! You expect to take on my legacy acting like a pathetic little girl?! Get out of my sight before I finish you” With one swift punch to Leo’s jaw, Splinter left to go topside. He could hear his evil voice cackle on the phone to one of his partners in this mysterious business he refused to utter a word about.

“Why do you hit us so much? What did we ever do to you?” Leo sobbed quietly, curling into a little ball on the floor. The punch on his plastron seared throughout his body, burning in hot white pain. Yet it must be nothing compared to what his brothers were going through. They were awaiting Leo but the eldest could barely move, let alone walk to their home. 

Home, usually described at being comforting and loving but he hadn’t felt any of these emotions since they moved in. He used to yearn for a mother to come and take their pain away but as he grew, that dream slowly died as hope in him also began to wither. 

Maybe one day things would be different...

---

Blaring traffic shocked the turtle out of his trance and with a shuddering breath, he took several deep breaths. He l

“Why must I be reminded of such memories?” Leonardo sighed, his hand drifting over his temple to soothe the dull ache. No matter how long it had been, the wound from his past was still fresh. They say time healed all pain so why did his still hurt? Some nights it was bearable and some nights it felt like he was being suffocated in his mind, slowly driving insane.

Physical pain definitely was a lot more tolerable than verbal, even now he could still hear the echo of Splinter’s voice reprimanding him whenever he failed. Those stabbing words ringing louder and louder in his ears, berating him for being stupid and weak. Laughing at how his ridiculous attempt of leading a team. Leonardo never wanted anything more than to make Splinter proud but during his years, he realised that it was never going to happen.

Splinter only cared for himself and Leo, along with his brothers, were merely pawns in his cruel game.

But now was not the time to dwell on these matters, things had to be done and completed. His phone rang jarring him out of his thoughts and he picked it up rather reluctantly.

“What is it, Silas?” His assistant/companion spoke quickly, picking up the disinterest in Leo’s voice. He was never one for sugarcoating his feelings or emotions, if the boss wanted something done it was pronto.

“Beast is requesting dinner with capo and the mob. Your presence is required, sir” Holding his urge to groan, the turtle glanced down at the lights that decorated the buildings of New York. They were so beautiful but he couldn’t even take the time to appreciate it, reality had called and with great reluctance he had to answer.  

Beast... what was there to say? He was a snob, ignorant, extremely wealthy but lacked any common sense or values. Leo’s patience was practically non existent whenever he communicated with him. While he provided a great reference for other business partners, Beast himself was on thin ice with the brothers.

“Dinner at... 1am?” Leo scowled, looking at his watch. Beast, while had been an average business partner, had constant demands and ideas that were completely absurd. The brothers were tiring of his constant requests and awful timing.

“I did not suggest the convocation at this late sir” The assistant began but Leo interrupted him, wanting to end this conversation. 

“Be that as it may, unfortunately I cannot attend. Cancel my plans for tonight, I have a reconciliation to attend to and the conference will take up most my time” He ordered, observing the bonsai trees that stood on the balcony. One thing he grew to adore was his plants, they were simple and with enough care and love, blossomed into something gorgeous. 

“I don’t think Beast will be pleased with the rejection. He only wants a few words with the mob and especially you, Capo” Silas tried to reason but the terrapin was adamant.

“Enough. Reschedule this meeting tomorrow at 11pm sharp. Am I understood?” Leo commanded and Silas nodded, already writing it down in his notepad.

“Crystal. Enjoy your night sir” ‘Unlikely’... Hanging up, the blue cladded turtle inhaled a deep breath to collect his thoughts. Cancelling the meeting is a mistake but there were bigger fish to fry tonight. Other duties lay heavy on his mind and with a turn of his heel, he left his safe haven. 

As he entered his room, a young woman appeared at his door. Her heels echoed on the polished marble floors, grinding on his last nerve. God he really didn’t want to deal with her right in this moment. Her eyes settled on his and her face lifted into a small smile, one he did not mirror back.

“Katherine, what brings you to my quarters? Surely you’re old enough to understand you cannot barge in whenever you please” Leonardo watched as the young woman quickly stepped back, picking up the heavy discomfort that lay in the air.

“My apologies Leonardo. It’s Raphael, he said that you guys are attending a conference tonight but it’s our 3 month-”

“I fail to understand how this is my problem” He was quick in letting her know, he hadn’t the time to listen to her. Truth be told, he would never understand why Raphael stuck with her. She caused more pain and grief than anything to him.

“Okay... but could you tell me at least why?” She cocked her head and Leo turned, his face set in a hard frown.

“That is between me and my brothers Katherine. I do not appreciate when people interfere in my business. That much should be painfully obvious” His tone was calm but the harsh voice was clearly heard.

Opening his cupboard door, the small picture of Eva caught his eye. A small pang of sadness washed over his body before getting a grip on himself, refusing himself to succumb to the weakness. Eva was the past yet it seemed no matter how long the years had gone by, the yearn was as strong as ever. He wondered if he would ever be free from the shackles around his heart that locked tightly in his chest.

He had to accept that no matter how much he hoped on a wishing star or to the sky, she simply was not coming back. On the side showed a glass mirror, outlining all the features on his face. Sleep hadn’t come to the turtle much recently, he was lucky to get 4 hours and that was on a good day.

“You know you can just call me Kiki like everyone else” She raised her brow as he grabbed his navy blue velvet suit, the unreadable facial expression plastered on his face while his dark sapphire eyes burned into hers. Still standing at the doorway, she felt almost scared of him. Despite being with his brother for around 8 years, she never felt like she knew Leo. No one did, he kept to himself and only showed his true colours to those he cared about.

“Katherine, if that is all you have come to say then I highly suggest you leave me be now. It would not bode well for you to overstep your boundaries” With an almost snarl, he walked forwards and closed his door. 

---

“Would you like some champagne, Mr Hamato? It’s the one you specifically requested, Dom Pérignon” The waiter asked and Leo nodded his head, flicking through the newspapers as he awaited the rest of his brothers to join him. This meeting was better suited to the office, he didn’t need any extra ears or eyes to listen in on the information discussed between them. 

“God, I need a drink” He could hear the brute’s voice carry through the halls and into the meeting room.

“Right away boss” Greyson, his assistant spoke and vanished to make his preferred alcoholic beverage.

“What is the occasion, dear brother? As much as I like to spend time with you, I’m assuming you haven’t called us for fun” Donnie sat down, his ankle resting on top of his thigh as his attention diverted to his brother. Delicately folding the papers up and placing them to the side, Leo eyed his younger brother with a smirk. 

“Always straight to the point Donatello. And you’d be correct, I’ve called this meeting to discuss our next steps” He spoke authoritatively as the turtles settled in their seats, glancing at the board which held ideas and secret plans.

“Did ya cancel tha meetin’ with Beast tonight?” Raph asked, eyes skimming at the tablet. That was very unlikely of the leader, he was the one always nagging to keep up with business meetings and such. 

“Yes, I’ll be damned if I have to listen to another lie of his again. He cannot speak clearly and I have no time for beating around the bush. Once we’re done with this proposal, it will be a big relief to have him off our backs” Leo sipped his wine, flicking through his notes. A few names picked up but on the whole, everything seemed relatively calm. But there was no resting, they couldn’t afford not to be on their guard. Trouble was brewing on the horizon, he could feel it in his body. 

“Fuck sake, how many times do I have to tell you I hate when you organise my notes like this” Mikey sighed irritably as his brothers smirked, looking at each other with amusement. 

It was a running joke that Mikey couldn’t hold an assistant down for more than 2 months. Perhaps it was his picky way of being organised or that he had a short temper and hated his things being out of place, they didn’t know. This new assistant fumbled with the drinks, paling as his boss shouted his displeasure. 

“What happened to Donetti Licata?” Donatello asked, chuckling at his younger brother expecting another childish story about organisation as it as had been the story before. 

“Fired him. Caught him screwing Mia in my bed. Which reminds me I really need to employ someone who actually has a working braincell” Mikey spoke nonchalantly while his brothers looked at each other wide eyed.

“Oh... shit. M’sorry Mike, that must’ve been hard” Raph murmured, surprised at how well his little brother was taking the whole thing. Almost... too well in his opinion. Amelia had been the light of his life, his love at one point. They both brought out the best in each other but perhaps it was simply a mirage to the toxicity that lay just under the surface.

She wasn’t the Amelia he fell in love with and as he came to grips with that, the idea of losing her forever felt absolutely scary to him. He tried everything to put their relationship on track but it was Amelia who refused to partake in anything.

“Hmm? Oh.. yeah. It was tolerable once I beat the shit out of him. I can’t ever believe I trusted the fucker....” Mikey leaned back on his chair as another glass of wine was placed in front of him. Yet the lump in his throat felt unmovable, rendering him breathless. 

“Don’t tell me ya still wit’ her Mike. Yer deserve better than that” Raphael’s hand ached to knock some sense into the terrapin. Even if she would countlessly cheat on him, which she probably had done, all she had to do was flutter her lashes and sweet talk him. And just like that Mikey would forgive her in that second. In his eyes, Mia could do no wrong. She had Mikey on a leash but of course, he was oblivious to it all.

“You still with Kiki?” Mikey retorted, venom in his words while his eyes glared at his brother. Raphael’s frown deepened, holding his gaze. While he knew it was in the heat of the moment, he wished Mikey could see the damage Amelia was doing to him. Kiki was different only because Raph knew her past, knew that she was damaged too. How could he, of all people, leave her hanging alone?

“Children, behave. What do we do about these last few payments? I’ve talked to Xavier and he’s saying Gomez hasn’t responded to anything. It’s high time we pay a special visit, he’s got to know who exactly he’s messing with here” Donnie rolled his eyes at the quarrel and adjusted his glasses, raising them closer to his eyes. Leonardo seemed to be in deep thought for a few seconds before looking at his family again.

“If that’s the case then I want you and Mikey to check it out tomorrow. Me and Raph will deal with Beast, we all know how dramatic he likes to get when he doesn’t get his way” They all knew the last time they messed with Beast, how he threatened to take his money away and leave them bankrupt. Regardless of his filthy money, the turtles were not affected without it.

Years of investing and saving up had allowed them to live luxuriously. They had everything they ever wanted, Beast was just a liability to them. They needed him to increase potential business partners. To be able to stay at the top, they needed to associate with people at the top. If that meant doing business with idiots who couldn’t hold their ground and lacked any sense of morals and values, then so be it.

This was the mafia, after all. Nothing was pretty here.

“He’s clearly trying to inherit the property, why not just kill him altogether” Mikey pointed out, leaning back on his chair but Leo shook his head.

“Too risky. He may be a fool but he’s a smart one. He has plenty of connections with others, much powerful than the ones we have. We’ll keep him on the side but don’t turn your eyes, he will strike when least expected. Once we secure this deal, you can unleash all your anger on him. For now, we stay in his good books. However long that may be” He grimaced at the thought of the meeting they were supposed to have instead of this one. How long the turtle brothers would remain on his good side was unknown but hey, only a few more months of his bullshit and it was home run. The brothers continued to talk about upcoming events and nearing the end of the meeting, they all grabbed their belongings. 

“Wait a sec, Amara’s coming here tomorrow?” Mikey read out the small note on the board and Leo nodded, finishing off his wine. 

“Yes, well technically she’s visiting but we needed some help around here and she agreed to stick around for a while” She was a close friend to the turtles, meeting them after they newly escaped Splinter’s clutches. She had found them at a time when they were barely breathing and even without knowing who they were, she nursed them back to health. They all were indebted to her. Throughout the years, she went back to Italy since her father was part of their own mafia but her loyalty to the turtles never wavered. 

“At least we get ta see a new face ‘round here. But goin’ back ta before, I can’t wait ta finally kill that bastard” Raphael cracked his knuckles, unbuttoning his vest. He never was one to take orders from people, he was incredibly stubborn and arrogant to take commands from someone else. He barely followed Leo’s on a good day, let alone someone who continually threatened him and his family. If it were up-to him, he would have Beast’s head on a silver platter and sent directly to his team 

“All in due time brother. For now, let’s focus on getting our money back and dealing with Beast”

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Confrontation

Whumptober 2022 Day 2!

@whumptober-archive

Summary: Written for Whumptober 2022 Day 2. Set early on in TP. Even though he’s stuck in this form of a blue-eyed beast, Link hoped the two people who raised him would still recognize him.

Warning: /

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters: Link, Rusl, Uli

Pairing: Rusl/Uli

Words: 850

Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess

Prompt: Confrontation

Whumpee: Link, Rusl, Uli

Author’s Notes: I had a hard time writing this one, I just could NOT find the right words. But I'm posting it anyway because I want more fics of Link, Rusl, and Uli.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Enjoy!

AO3

For as long as he can remember, he's lived in Ordon Village. As an orphan with no known origins, everyone of the adults did their part looking after him and they did it gladly. But none gave a roof over his head or food on his plate or love more than Rusl and Uli. He truly feels like their son and like Colin's older brother.

So when Link returns home after going through the most awful couple of days, he hopes to return to his parents for at least an ounce of comfort and reassurance.

He'd been ambushed, his dear friend and brother taken in front of his very eyes. Then, in an attempt to save them, he'd run after them and found a wall of darkness. It took him, changed his form to that of a blue-eyed beast, and then he got taken as well.

He needs an ounce of reassurance to stabilize him, to keep him grounded. He needs to know that the rest of his family is okay and he needs to see Uli and Rusl.

It's become clear almost immediately that the good people of Ordon are not okay. The other children have been taken, their home is in ruins after the raid, and their parents are grieving.

And then he finds his parents.

He's not sure what he expected. He's a wolf wandering around the village right after they've been attacked, carrying the shield and sword that Midna made him steal. But even so, there was still a part of him that hoped that they would still recognize him even in this form.

Rusl is out patrolling, limping and covered in bloody bandages. In one hand, he carries his sword. In his other, a torch to light his way.

“Who’s there?!” He shouts out, a proper confrontation is out of the question. “Show yourself!”

As a wolf, Link possesses a darker appearance and that helps him blend in with the tall grass and the brush. He tries to sneak past his adoptive father. He can see the terrible state that he’s in and it worries him. If he was in top condition, he wouldn’t have just let Link slip past him like this, no matter how quiet he’s being. He’s too experienced of a hunter and a swordsman.

Those injuries of his, Link tries to see them through the tall grass, he must’ve gotten them trying to defend the village. He fights the urge to make a noise, it’s not good to draw attention to himself in this form.

Rusl moves on and so does Link. He can see his adoptive mother up ahead.

Uli stands on the porch just outside of their home. After the raid, she is especially afraid to stray too far in her condition. She wouldn’t want to endanger herself or her baby. At the same time, she wants to keep as much of an eye on her husband as she can. Her nerves are shot, but she’s afraid to lose sight of him, too. Her hands are clasped together in front of her.

Link is nervous. He doesn’t wish to disturb his mother, he can see the fear in her eyes, but he wants to see her. He just stole the sword from their home.

He steps into the light, he makes himself known with a whine. He can feel Midna staring at him from his shadow.

Uli looks at him, their equally blue eyes meet.

A scream erupts from her lungs and she recoils away from him. She sees exactly what he feared she would see; just a wolf.

Ears flat, he tries whining again to show that he means her no harm, but she’s too afraid. A monstrous beast has appeared on her porch.

“Rusl!” She shouts for him, but he’s already on his way.

“Get away from her, you beast!” He yells as the sword comes down, Link jumps out of the way, his hind legs end up in the water.

His father stands in front of his mother, who cowers behind him. His sword is raised, a promise that he will strike again.

Link whines some more.

“Away with you, beast! Haven’t you taken enough from us?!” Rusl yells and strikes, just narrowingly missing the wolf’s shoulder. If he wasn’t injured, he wouldn’t have missed and the swing wouldn’t have taken so much out of him. Only then does Link realize that he isn’t just a wolf to them. They think he’s a part of the raiding party that took their children away from them.

Whining apologetically, realizing his mistake, Link backs away with his ears flat and his tail between his legs.

He never should’ve come here, he never should’ve bothered them in this time of pain and fear.

He’ll come back again someday, if he ever gets his true human form again. They'll be at the front of his mind, just like Ilia, Colin, and the other children. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to tell them that it was really him tonight, but he’ll come back to make sure they’re okay later.