#thanks for the asks I think this got a bit rambly whoops

[kyuhu]

10 and 16 for the artist asks?

Thank you so much for the asks :D

10. What's that one thing that inspired you to make drawing your consistant hobby?

I don't think I can name a single thing because it's just many influences together that made drawing my hobby but the most important reason for me was beeing able to visualise stuff I wanted to see. I've always been kinda obsessed with cartoons and such so I liked to draw things I wanted to happen that didn't actually happen there sdfghad

Another thing is that drawing helps to connect to people and can be somewhat of a lovelanguage too imo. I used to draw my elementary school friends as magical girls for example or we made up stories of our favorite Pokémon going on adventures together which I wanted to draw out 😂 so in a way it also helps to explore stuff one can't experience in rl. I like how sharing drawing ideas alone helps to get to know a person at a different level if that makes sense?

16. What's the most daunting part of your process? Ex, planning, sketching, lineart, rendering etc

Definitely lineart! Also the frustrating feeling when one has different ideas and starts with one but isn't quite sure if the other ideas wouldn't be more fun to draw rn. So one just switches from canvas to canvas.

[itsoverfeeling]

I usually do a bit of a tumblr love letter on new years so allow me my soapbox... thank you to EVERYONE for supporting my work and silly ideas this year. I've been flitting through a few different fandoms so it's nice to know that hasn't purged all of my followers in the process lol.

this year, i did one or two things i suppose!! thank youuu to all my dear mutuals and followers and even the ppl I follow who won't see this post.. all of you are great.. this might be long, but allow me to mention some..

@possuminnit thank you for liking my art even when it's completely out of your ball field and for asking me to draw a character as an opossum bc opossum!geed is one of my fave drawings now. @churchydragon thank you for being one of my first ultraman mutuals as well as just a creature enthusiast in general!! @stickers-on-a-laptop I love the fics ive read so far from you and I'm very surprised that we became mutuals.. theres something about fic writers that makes me think they're too cool for me (I realize I am one). speaking of writers, thank you @lucksea for being very nice to me too!! I loved your art and thought you were an amazing taro understander and somehow it turns out you like my things too... I honestly still can't get over that.

@forbiddenpondrocks @shapeofallcosmos @miragethecat thank you for being powerful opponents during the boop wars.. I have not forgotten your ferocity... @akq96618 and @lovewhump thank you for liking my silly ultra drawings and comics.. my silly tregears and taros especially 😭 thank you @mrfartpowered for supporting my rc9gn stage, I still love seeing rc9gn on my dash, I had so much fun posting my art (honestly mostly for your reaction lol).

@lepidopteragirl my loyal mutual i will always honor you even if we are posting completely different things. @atthebell ive really enjoyed your posts, your writing and the way you articulate yourself is always so cool to read. and i love your fiber art works they're always so cute. @bandy-andy I KNOW WE HAVENT SPOKEN MUCH... whoops. but andy I'll never forget you man, you're number one!!

so many other people who i havent spoken with as much and haven't interacted with a ton but still so cool and such a joy to see on the dash. @belanova @unsat-and-strange @routeriver and @rachelsquill and others I wish I could name and scroll through my following list for but. it's so long 😭 I LOVE YALL THOUGH.. I love my mutuals and the regulars in my notes and my followers and the folks I follow.. i dont care if youre tagged or not, yall are the greatest.

I suppose I'll end this long ramble with a feliz año nuevo!! I'm glad we all got through this year :]

[yarameijer]

Don't know if you ever thought of this but hear me out: Mute Tenma. Nothing much to ramble since this just popped out of nowhere recently, but I thought it'd be cute to see him interact with others using a pen/cil and a notepad, the cover being decorated by stickers (given by Aoi definitely) or simple gestures: like tugging on one's sleeve or the hem of their shirt to get their attention or tapping their shoulder.

Also it'd be funny if sometimes Raimon gets startled by Tenma's sudden appearance because he's too quiet xD one second he wasn't there and then the next you see a little adorable ball of sunshine looking at you with his blue eyes and a ":D!"

That is all thank yew

Oh, and I hope both sides of your pillow are in your preferred temperature!

I actually have thought of this! In fact, I've got a very basic draft for a story somewhere in the depths of my computer that, unfortunately, hasn't made it very far yet. The basic idea would bet that Tenma has been selectively mute for years due to childhood trauma, and how that would impact the story we all know. It'd especially focus on the interactions and friendships between the Raimon team.

Here's a little snippet for it!

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Shindou is startled from his book when the school bell rings, signifying the end of classes that day. He blinks, concentration suddenly broken, and glances at the clock.

‘’We’re finally free,’’ he hears Hamano cheer from behind him, and the captain holds back a sigh. ‘’That lasted an eternity, I swear!’’

Ignoring the familiar complaints, Shindou clears his desk and rises from his seat, glad to stretch his legs for a bit. A spark of excitement goes through him when he thinks of the soccer practice that will soon start. It’s become his favorite part of the day – and sometimes it’s still hard to believe, how much has changed in a few short weeks. He never expected his second year to start out this way.

‘’It wasn’t that bad,’’ Hayami says, also from behind him, and finally the captain turns around. His classmate is readjusting his glasses, giving Hamano a hesitant look – the midfielder is leaning his chair dangerously far back, balancing it on two chair legs. ‘’I don’t think that’s such a good idea, what if you fall…?’’

Hamano waves his concerns away. ‘’I’ll be fine, I’ll be fine!’’ he grins, leaning back a little further.

Predictably, that last bit is just a little too far.

Shindou winces when Hamano’s chair slides out from underneath the other midfielder, the following bang getting several looks from their classmates.

‘’Idiot.’’

Usually Shindou wouldn't approve of Ichino's amused comment, especially when someone could be injured, but Hamano is already starting to laugh sheepishly. He’s fine, probably.

‘’Whoops! My bad,’’ the midfielder chuckles.

Yeah, he’s fine.

With a long-suffering sigh, the captain shares a glance with a sympathetic-looking Kirino and interferes. ‘’Come on guys, or we’re gonna be late. Then the first-years will start complaining or Sangoku-san will put us on cleaning duty.’’ It wouldn’t be the first time. Their keeper doesn’t seem to care much for Shindou’s position as captain.

At least that gets them moving and the huddle of second-years make their way through the crowded corridors, towards the main entrance. Mere minutes later they’re reaching the soccer building, thankfully more or less on time. They’re the last ones to arrive at the clubroom, being greeted by all their teammates when the doors slide open.

‘’Hey guys!’’

A jumble of greetings are muttered in return and Shindou and Kirino move towards their lockers to get changed into their uniforms. The captain glances to the side, smiling when he notices a mop of brown hair a few locker rows down. ‘’Good afternoon, Tenma.’’

The first-year looks up, face breaking out into a beaming smile. He lifts a hand and waves shyly.

‘’How was your day?’’ Kirino asks as he starts unbuttoning his school jacket. Their younger teammate purses his lips and then shrugs half-heartedly, making his elders both grin. ‘’Not so interesting then?’’

Feeling like teasing, the captain hides a grin. ‘’I hope you paid attention in class though.’’ Immediately, the younger boy narrows his eyes at him.

Tenma’s face and posture are always very expressive, Shindou has noticed. He thinks it’s his way of making up for his lack of speech, and, well, it works. Every day they’re growing more familiar with the young brunet’s small ticks, automatically spotting and interpreting them. It’s like learning an entirely new language.

Right now, Shindou finds himself smiling at his teammate’s pout. The younger boy huffs and pointedly turns his back towards them, causing both of his senpai to laugh.

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Who knows, maybe I'll continue it at some point? I really like your idea of Tenma sneaking up on them, lol.

[rainystarshower]

Hello!! Just saying a love your work!! Can I request ratio x gn! Demon reader? Like a bit enemies to lovers type of troupe, start of reader is like really annoying to ratio always bothering him where ever he goes no what time or day they still can find him in a blink of an eye, ratio thinks they're an idiot and a total air head but in reality reader is actually very smart they just acted dumb to get under ratio's skin (reader can be a member of the guild or co workers or even roomates hehe whichever you prefer) one day ratio finds reader in herta's space station badly injured and passed out but quickly ratio catches them and went to the station infirmary, after a while reader woke up in a room they never seen before it looks luxurious and expensive they look a bit confused until they heard a familiar voice next to them, and it's ratio usual scolding asking them what happened and ofc reader explains reader got attacked by some monster I forgot what they're called (reader is lying btw they just wanted ratio's attention, but they did injured themselves just to act like they were telling the truth) ratio knows it all ofc he's not stupid. The rest of the scenario you can finished it your way I'm happy if you actually writes my little rambles okay stay safe and stay healthy (hehe maybe they kissed at the end? Who knows)

Dr. Ratio x Reader

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chara : Dr. Ratio

cw : fluff, gn!demon!reader, ratio being mean and ignoring you 😭 demon reader although it’s not mentioned too much whoops...

a/n : Hi Anon!! Thank you for the request, I’m really happy!! 🎉🎉 Sorry if some parts are different from what you requested, I didn’t proofread and wrote this at 2am — very sleepy and exhausted after my period pains kicked in hard 😅

Fic under the cut!

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You were the most infuriating to Dr. Ratio. He couldn’t stand you, whatsoever. The most simplest of questions, you’d manage to get them wrong. ‘How could someone get such an easy question, wrong?!’ He would always ponder to himself. You were the devil on his left shoulder, constantly annoying him.

Ratio was a man you couldn’t just so easily forget. Aside from the fact he was your roommate, something about him was so captivating to you. You craved his attention, being a demon made it much more easier. You constantly poked at him, like a rock in his shoe.

“Ratio!” Your ebullient call of his name went unheard to him as you leaned over his shoulder, staring at his desk. “You’re heading to Herta Space Station in a while?” You halted, yet he had no response. As if he’s chosen to ignore the malign echo inside of his head — which was you obviously...

Ratio took a deep jaded sigh, uprising from his seat and, departing. Taking his way to Herta Space Station. You being yourself, of course, followed him. Though, he simply chose to ignore you the entire time!!

Arriving at Herta Space Station, no matter how much you provoked the guy, he gave you no response. You could see his muscles slightly twitch, continuing to agitate him further yet no response! Much more patient than he normally was!

So, when Ratio started engaging in a conversation with Ruan Mei, you took it into your own hands to try and get Ratio’s attention. You wandered off, further into Herta Space Station and perhaps an area you shouldn’t luckily came across. A bunch of dead antimatter legion creatures. All torn up into shreds and piled one ontop of the other.

Whilst examining the bodies, an idea came across you. Maybe it was a bit extreme but, it might be worth it? You took the blade of one of them, gulping down your clear choked up throat and sense of common knowledge — you held your breath, slashing it across your stomach. You were sure you’d be fine. You’re a demon after all!

Oh, but how you regretted it. The pain was unbearable. Those blades are not to be underestimated, they hurt like hell. You went dizzy, losing your sense of stability. You wobbled to the door, holding your stomach and dragging your feet. If only you could find Ratio right now, if only you didn’t do something as foolish as that...

...

It’s bright. Too bright. Where am I?

Augh, my stomach hurts a little...

Wait, wasn’t I at Herta Space Station?

This room... It’s so —

“You’re up.” The familiar voice rang in your head. Was that...?

You jumped up, sitting in the middle of a large bed, confused. You scanned your eyes around the room, immediately locking them when your view is bestowed by Ratio sitting on the chair besides the bed, looking at you rather upset.

“Ra—” before you could even utter out his name, he abruptly interrupted you. “You. How idiotic must you be?” He breathed out. “You’re smart, aren’t you? Didn’t you figure out how bad you could’ve gotten injured before deciding to wander off?” He scolded, you could sense the slight tone of worry in his voice. “I didn’t know there’d be that many of those antimatter legion pests roaming around!” You fend for yourself, lying to him. You couldn’t admit you did it yourself just to gain his attention after all!

Ratio let out a disheartening sigh, sitting besides you on the bed. “You deceived me. Again.” His voice, soft, and culpable. Again? Was he indicating he knew about your little ‘act’?

That however, wasn’t going to put you down. You weren’t admitting until you were absolutely certain. “Deceived? When have I ever deceived you?” You played dumb, confident he wouldn’t see through you.

He only looked at you, a bit perplexed, tucking your hair behind your ear. “I was cleaning up your one awful mess of a room, and I found your study book.” He moved closer to you on the bed, sitting right besides you. His eyes, unable to leave your face. Your heart was pounding. He found the very study book that proved you were indeed simply acting as if you were dumb, just to get under his skin?

“You’re... Rather smart. And, I must apologize.” He reluctantly moved back a little, his eyes redirecting to anywhere else in the room aside from you. Which made your heart break a little, but you didn’t lift your gaze off him. “I was ignoring you, I was frustrated you were hiding your true potential. Just to get under my skin... I had decided to ignore you out of my own pettiness.” An apologetic, sincere tone coating his words — his eyes moved to your stomach. “I truly... Apologize.” It was’t easy for him to say, but he said it anyways. Just because he couldn’t stand the fact he brought pain upon you.

“However, don’t do such things to get my attention — ever again.” A flip in his apologetic tone turned into a demanding one. He moved back closer to you, you could feel your breath hitch as you realized how close your faces were. “Right... I think I learnt my lesson...” You sheepishly chuckle, Ratio’s frown turning into a soft smile. He noticed your little demon tail wagging a little, almost like a puppy!

He cupped your face with one hand, looking directly into your eyes. “You are truly one idiot, you little demon.” He amorously expressed his concern. You held his wrist, slightly nodding — Ratio unexpectedly pulling you in for a chaste kiss. You didn’t deny it, at all — it was nice basking in Ratio’s slight affection and worry for you. “Doesn’t that make you a bigger idiot for kissing me?” You teased him, to which he scoffed endearingly. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea? Though, think of other ways next time...

[pearblossomrain]

here we go with another past midnight race recap:

first of all 2 saubers in q2 what the fck guys. also the verstappen penalty is wild i have never seen a 1 place grid drop?? if they wanted to hand out a penalty it should be a time penalty, no? oh well i'm not a student of the fia rulebook and they kind of do whatever they want so eh.

i'll cut this here once again because i ramble quite a bit oops 😅

● LAP 1 DRAMA. SO MUCH DRAMA. verstappen immediately leaping up to race leader (that's a man with a Vengeance) and norris following right after! aaaannddd there's mess at the back of the grid. i think hulk collided into ocon and colapinto (commentators: "that's crash 16 for williams this season" which wtf??) and took them both out, not that it helped him at all granted that they were all 3 literally the absolute last backmarkers. somehow tsunoda jumps up 4 places in the middle of everything?

● which brings out a safety car on lap 1. mein gott. and somehow stroll manages to collide into albon under a safety car. thank GOD they can both continue however because those 2 garages are run absolutely ragged 😭😭

● race restart! nothing much changes except piastri snatches back 4th from leclerc that he grabbed at the start and stroll retires after seemingly being able to continue after a pit stop.

● false start for hamilton? and tsunoda goes back down the grid after fighting with the saubers (never thought i would say that!) with his teammate all the way at the back due to i think spinning off?

● a mercedes pit stop for russell?? on lap 24 with no other pit stops in sight?? oh i don't know about that....fastest lap is rapidly bouncing between the 2 at the front and every time verstappen gets it i say "fork found in kitchen" to my friends 😂

● yellow flags because a....wing mirror fell off onto the track?? (apparently from albon) already quite ridiculous on its own but i would argue that the fia's handling was even more ridiculous with them only putting out yellow flags and refusing to do anything until bottas ran right over it, scattering debris all over the track and causing sainz and hamilton (who were both already having less-than-ideal races) to have punctures. and THEN they brought out the race's 2nd safety car leading everyone back to the pits.

● everyone started making their pit stops under the safety car, surprisingly including russell for his second and apparently he was Really mad about them putting him on hards again. whoops.

● second race restart!! with 10 seconds of my blood pressure probably spiking like hell because everybody was fighting for positions with each other due to i think a slipstream from verstappen? not sure again but that's what i heard from the commentary so i'll leave it to them.

● in other news, gasly carrying alpine's hopes and dreams is pretty high up in the order constantly fighting with sainz (until the end of the race) and zhou!! zhou guanyu is in the points!! its a miracle and one that i am incredibly thrilled by!

● PEREZ GOES OUT?? and so does hulkenberg, bringing out a 3rd safety car and a total of 5 retirements this race. sao paulo is being given a run for its money right now i fear 😭😭

● 10s penalty for norris?? for failing to slow under yellow flags?? look i am not mclaren's biggest fan (my beef is more with the organization admittedly) but i would have expected a 5s penalty. anyways he goes into the pits to serve it (not too sure abt that call...) and comes out dead last after being 2nd the entire time which. Yikes. [edit: it was a stop and go, sorry for the mistake]

● hamilton also picks up a drive through penalty and when he goes into the pits he asks if he can retire the car 💀💀 oh this man wants OUTTT of the season and of mercedes....he's going to turn up to ferrari at abu dhabi before sainz even packs his bags i fear.

● nothing much really changes up front but we got really close to a double sauber points which is INSANE honestly considering i thought they would end the season with 0 points? anyways we get a verstappen leclerc 1-2 which is going to delight the shippers immensely 😂 (i mean that in the nicest way possible) and a hilarious trio of an alpine in p5, a ferrari in p7, an aston martin of alonso who was actually very consistent throughout the race (i guess aston martin are not p5 in the wcc and him p9 in the wdc for nothing) and a SAUBER in p8 (not even p10!! he made p8!!)

overall, i don't really know what to say other than this was safety car paradise (i do wish it was the pretty green aston one instead though!) and that this podium is quite delightful with a lot of underdog drama which i admittedly always love! definitely will be watching abu dhabi next week because it's at 9pm for me which is perfect timing tbh!

(p.s. congrats to ollie bearman for winning the f2 sprint race, doriane pin for winning the f1a race and abbi pulling for winning f1 academy champion!! i love my parasocial children lots <33)

[mochinomnoms]

hi mochi !! apologies in advance for the long (and maybe messy) ask. i'm a silent reader so i haven't love mailed your fics as much as i should have soo i guess i will now hehe

firstly, thank you sm for your fics omg,, i first found you on ao3 with floral inconvenience ages ago (i love all of them sm but vil + absolute bastard bestie ace was my fave, esp with all the vdc gang cameos <3 AND THE ENDING,, 😳🫣.... no one truly is immune to vil schoenheit....), then later on with ptm (i didn't even know it was the same author at first but both of those series gave me such intense brainrot so ur one of my fave authors now). i've yet to read your other series but i know i won't be disappointed when i finally get to!!

i just love the way you write sm?? especially character interactions. i think you really make them feel alive and thats why i enjoyed both of those fics! not to mention how spot on your characterization is. not a single person from the twst cast feels ooc to me honestly so i have sm respect for you 🫡

i really did latch on hard to ptm though, even if i'm not a jade liker,, like the concept is just funny as hell to me. you really cooked and SERVED with the fic so it's been a real delight to read (and reread ,, the whole thing over and over 🗿) !!

additionally, i think i really like ptm bc i like reading your take on the next year and events in nrc. i haven't read much fics that do (understandable, considering our 3rd years are off campus), so it felt refreshing to me! expanding on the worldbuilding even just a bit also makes me 🫶. also big fan of ramshackle being filled with students, even if they're technically borrowed lol. imagine the shenanigans in there?? i love your ocs... aspen might be my fave. as much as he maybe might hate it. i would absolutely love reading an entire chapter of just ur ocs if u ever felt like doing that honestly!!

++ NURSE GOETHEL :((( can she just adopt ramshackle duo when they graduate pls 😔

ANYWAY. because i brainrot about ptm too much. i got curious so i have a question. (if you don't mind answering!)

yuu so far has been hesitating to say anything about their telepathy + specifically knowing jade's feelings because of it due to 1) that shit's so embarassing. theyre dying just from listening 😭 2) afraid of his reaction especially considering that it's Telepathy (esp now that yuu has a taste of some of the ob boys' reactions in ch6...)

if yuu had been,, i guess,, more brave? ??upon realizing jade likes them romantically (not just sexually), then decided that they'd confess and just be honest rather than lead him on because they don't like him like that [yet 👀]...

1) would jade be as freaked out by the fact that they know his private thoughts like jamil/azul/idia had been in ch6? or more chill but still unnerved, only because he was fine with yuu knowing him?

2) would jade still pursue them and try to woo them over? even if yuu says they don't like him like that but still hoped their friendship isn't ruined despite the rejection and the telepathy thing? i've read some of your ptm asks before and you've mentioned jade is somewhat more of a sensitive soul to these things despite how he looks (i hope i'm not mistaken!). is this enough to dishearten him? especially since yuu's only reason for a rejection would be because they "don't know each other that well" when asked by aspen and tony.

again, so sorry for the rambly ask and i hope it made sense!! ty for reading all of That and you don't have to answer especially if it spoilers whoops,,

just know i love u and ur fics and i will patiently wait for your next updates, tysm and i hope you have a nice day <33

w-w-wait—

thank you omg i'm sobbing i've been re-reading this ask for ages waaaaaah!

I'm happy you found me through my first event! Looking back at it I can definitely see a difference between my writing then and now, which is kinda cool to see! I hope if you get to my other series that you also enjoy those!! I am hoping to have at least PTM and 2-3-6 done before starting my next one but we'll see teheee

I'm glad that you like my character interactions! It's always a bit of a worry if the interactions between the cast feels organic, as I kinda based them and the dialogue on how me and my friends interact. I'm glad that overall people get a kick out of it tho! ^^

AAA and worldbuilding is one of my favorite things to do!! It might be cause of my anthro brain but I love making the world feel more alive! We have a limited amount of information about the world of TWST outside of what we know from the cast, so I like to add things that I think help the characters and the fics themselves feel more alive!

Aspen is def a fan favorite from what I've gathered lol. I'd love to write a few things for just the PTM ocs because I have so many thoughts and feelings, but I know people are mostly here for x reader stuff so I really haven't hehe

(also we love and cherish nurse goethel in this household)

For you're questions about Jade knowing at the beginning that Yuu has telepathy, I'll go one by one!

Jade absolutely would be extremely distressed that he knows that Yuu knows. I do think that Jade likes to "perform" and present himself a certain way. He has a reputation that he likes and wants to keep; having someone know your deepest, most intimate thoughts. I think it would be worst knowing that the love of your life knows those thoughts, but you don't know theirs.

Saying that though, he's also very adaptable and IS sensitive at heart (people can fight me on this). It's also a thing that Yuu does reciprocate, they just don't realize because they've been through a lot over the past year so their focus is elsewhere. A good way to think about it as that Yuu/Reader is a bit of an unreliable narrator. I think Jade would ask that Yuu not make a decision right here or now, but to wait and allow everything to take it's natural course. It will be difficult for both parties, Jade still has his thoughts (that he is now hyper-aware of) and Yuu is still extremely flustered by them (and him), but it allows for the relationship to develop in a different way that can be a lovely way for the friendship first to blossom, making the foundation for a beautiful romance as well.

[iluvchick3nz]

I feel like this is a big ask so you do not have to do it if you don’t wanna but maybe a soulmate au?? Like soulmate identifying marks?? Just cause I’m thinking about Harvard finnlo angst where they already know they’re soulmates and choosing to ignore it🥲 and also thinking about leo somehow seeing both of their marks and choosing to hide his anyway idk I just think it would be really angsty and romantic🥹🥹🥹 sorry for rambling hopefully this made some sense THANK YOU❤️❤️

I think this takes the prize as my favorite prompt EVER! This idea just flowed so well to me, and I LOVE this AU! Definitely one of my proudest fics for you all. :)

All credits to @lumosinlove !! <3

Gryffindor, December 2019

Leo brushed his sweaty hair back from his face and placed his goalie mask on the bench. It was getting long, curling down towards the base of his neck. He'd need to cut it again soon.

He considered to himself, as he stripped off his pads, what exactly would happen if he cut it shorter on the sides instead of just trimming it all around. He'd always liked that style on curly hair, shorter on the sides and fluffy and defined at the top, but hadn't allowed himself to do that in years. Now it was so much to manage, especially with the more intense NHL schedule. He ran a hand across the side, imagining how it would feel- then his fingers touched the raised skin behind his ear and the thought vanished completely.

Leo's soul mark had always branded him a bit ‘different’. There were three, like fine-lined tattoos, nestled just behind the shell of his right ear: a sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish, like the outline of a Goldfish cracker. At first, it hadn't been a big deal. He wore it out, like everyone did at a young age, his hair not bothering to hide it. But as he got older, people started to ask questions. And at twelve years old, when he realized he liked boys, he'd decided that enough was enough. He started to grow his hair out, just enough to cover it, and that was that.

Leo scratched his fingers over it and looked around the locker room. Nobody, that he was aware of, had three marks, just the normal two. Some guys wore them out: Pascal, Sirius and Remus, Thomas. Some others kept them covered: Kasey, even though he had a girlfriend, Kuny, Jackson- Finn and Logan.

Leo tried not to let his face flush too much at the thought of the last two. It was bad enough being gay and having a distinct soul mark that would surely ostracize him; he didn't need anyone discovering the little crush he had on his two teammates who were definitely into one another. Leo had seen the looks, the longing- he wasn't about to get in the way. He sighed and turned to grab his towel for his shower.

Boston, MA, February 2015

“Fucking yes, Tremzy!”

Logan whooped as he allowed himself to be pressed into the boards by his teammates, watching as hats rained down on the ice. 

“Hatty hatty!” Percy yelled. “Beanpot Finals, here we come, let's go!”

Logan laughed, skating away towards the bench for a shift change. There were only three seconds left on the clock- overtime against Northeastern had barely been avoided.

He felt a smack on his butt from a stick as he climbed the boards. “Way to go, Lolo.”

Logan rolled his eyes and looked at Finn, who was grinning at him mischievously through his mask. It was his assist that had allowed Logan to give them the lead. “Nice pass.”

Finn hopped the boards, too, and gave Logan's helmet a tap with his own. “Fucking magic, we are.”

Yes, Logan thought as he watched the clock wind down. Fucking magic.

He was kept behind for quite a few interviews afterwards, the other boys having long gone to get dinner in the meal hall the stadium was providing them with before getting the bus back to campus. Logan sighed as he stripped his Under Armour and jock strap off, left bare in the empty locker room. He rolled out his neck and looked down at his body. He ran his thumb over the fleur-de-lis tattoo on his left. It was dark against his skin. On his other hip the thin bandage and strong tape he used to cover his soul mark was peeling off. 

He looked around carefully- nobody was here. Normally, he showered with it then removed the bandage once he put on his clothes, out of sight from anyone else. But now, with no one to disturb him, he felt an itch to wash the sweaty skin underneath. Carefully, he stripped it off and threw the waste in the trash can, grabbing his towel and some soap and heading to the showers.

The water was warm against his aching muscles. Logan washed himself then tilted his head down, back against the spray. He loved his teammates, the game, the fans, but sometimes he needed a moment to collect himself. English still had him fumbling his words in interviews, and it exhausted him to be surrounded by the noise and fanfare, no matter how well-intentioned it may be. Logan liked his time to himself, with nobody else around him. 

Well, maybe nobody else except-

A sharp gasp made him look up, covering himself with his hand. It was Finn. He was staring intently at Logan's right hip. Logan furrowed his brow. “Harz, what-”

Then he realized. The soul mark. 

Logan's wide eyes looked up, trying to catch Finn's attention, but he was standing still, more still than Logan had ever seen him. Then suddenly, as if someone lit a match under him, he turned and walked out of the room.

“Merde,” Logan swore, shutting off the water and reaching for his towel. “Fish!”

Logan hurried after him to the locker room. Finn was pacing, chest heaving and mouth covered by his hand. He was quiet, so unlike himself, and Logan was beginning to get worried.

“Finn,” Logan said. “What's wrong?”

Finn still didn't say anything. He stopped in front of Logan with his fists clenched at his sides. His eyes were hard and desperate, and Logan could feel the heat of his skin this close. It made goosebumps trail up his bare chest.

“Finn,” Logan whispered, just to say his name.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Finn plucked at the bottom hem of his own shirt. Logan watched as the skin was revealed, freckles dotting his shoulders, his muscles lean and strong. When Finn finally pulled the fabric over his head, he was looking at Logan expectantly.

“Quoi?” Logan asked. “I don't-” But his breath caught in his throat. There, along the side of Finn's ribs, where his arm was moved to display the skin, were three tattoos in a vertical line: a sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish.

Logan let out a small gasp, staring at the mark for a second. A hand cupped his jaw, one going down to his right hip. He leaned into the touch and watched as Finn moved the towel down with his thumb, revealing the cluster of Logan's identical marks. They were breathing harshly against one another, their chests brushing as Logan lifted his head to meet Finn's eyes. They were open and raw, asking him a question. Logan only nodded slightly, and then Finn was leaning in.

When their lips met, it was grace and relief as Logan had never felt. Finn was soft and gentle at first, but then Logan ran a hand over his ribs, over his mark, and then Finn was gripping his jaw and hip more desperately, a soft noise leaving his mouth as he kissed Logan harder. 

Logan reached his other hand up to lace in Finn's hair, soft and thick and the subject of an embarrassing amount of daydreams. Finn took that as an invitation to kiss down Logan's neck, his lips hot and wet. Logan didn't realize he'd closed his eyes until they opened abruptly at the sound of a door opening, him and Finn jerking apart.

“Harz, Tremz!” Will called. “Team meeting during dinner, let's go!”

Finn and Logan were both still panting as they took each other in. Finn stared at Logan's mark for a second, then at his face. “Lo…”

The way Finn said his name was going to make Logan melt. He jerked his head towards the door. “Allez, Will's calling.” He turned towards his stall to find his clothes. “I'll meet you there.”

There was the sound of a frustrated sigh, then footsteps and the door as Finn left. Logan closed his eyes against the tears and pulled on his boxers.

Gryffindor, March 2019

Leo heard the door to his and Finn’s apartment slam. He jerked up from where he'd been reading to find a wet and shivering Finn staring at him with his arms crossed. His running clothes were soaked through and his lips were purple. 

“Jesus, Finn,” Leo said, standing up and going to the bathroom. “I thought you were out with Logan.”

Finn shook his head, his teeth chattering. “N-no, he c-c-cancelled.”

Leo rushed towards him with a towel. “It's pouring. You were gone for hours, what happened?”

Finn shrugged, but Leo saw him try and duck away. “N-needed to th-th-think.”

“In the rain?”

Finn just looked at him, shivering. “P-Peanut, I'm cold.”

“Okay, okay,” Leo hushed. “I've got you.” He reached his hands out and grasped at the bottom of Finn's T-shirt. “Is this okay?”

Finn nodded hurriedly, letting the towel drop to the floor as Leo lifted his shirt over his head. Next, he helped Finn out of his shorts and socks and shoes, just left in his thermal undershirt and briefs. 

“Okay, last layer, then I'll warm up the shower for you, okay?”

Finn nodded. “‘Kay.”

Leo helped him pull the final layer over his head, the wet and clinging fabric sticking to his face briefly. When he was freed of the clothing, Finn immediately started shivering harder, skin exposed to the air. Leo leaned in to hug him. “I've got you. Geez, Fish.”

“S-Sorry.”

“No, don't be, it's okay.” He leaned back, arms still around Finn's freezing waist. “Shower.”

Finn nodded, leaning down to pick up his towel from the floor. As he was bent over, his arm shifted, and Leo got a peak at some dark marks on his ribs. Leo thought it was a tattoo, but then he looked closer, eyes widening. He couldn't help the gasp he let out.

Finn looked up, alarmed, until he saw Leo looking at the soul marks. A sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish. He smiled a bit sheepishly. “Sorry.”

Leo shook his head quickly, a little dizzy. He hoped Finn didn't notice the flush on his cheeks. “No, I'm sorry.” He hurried away. “I'll go turn on the shower for you, then get you some comfy clothes.”

Finn quietly said his thanks from behind. Leo put his hand over his mouth and tried to fight against the tears. 

Harvard University, June 2016

“Lo, c'mere. I've gotta go.”

Logan just continued to stare down angrily at the wooden table. Finn sighed and sat across from him. He looked gorgeous in the early morning light, the golden sun streaking across his brown hair. When he looked up to Finn, his green eyes were sad. “Non. You're not leaving.”

Finn bit the inside of his cheek. “Don't make this harder than it already is.”

“But you're leaving-”

“And so will you, in a year! I graduated, you'll graduate, hopefully be drafted like me. And I-” Finn sucked in a breath. “Lo, I already miss you.”

Logan closed his eyes tightly, fighting against obvious tears. Like he did almost every day, Finn thought about the marks along his ribs, on Logan's hip, and that kiss over a year ago. They didn't talk about it. It was agony, sometimes, and since then they'd kissed a few more times: after a playoff game, when Finn got drafted- one memorable time not three days earlier, watching the sunset on the grass together. They'd laid and kissed on the grass on the hill they liked to drive to until it got dark, until they were interrupted by Alex calling Finn. When he'd ended the call, Logan was already waiting for him in the passenger seat, eyes down and cheeks flushed with embarrassment. They'd driven home in silence.

Finn knew he had to try and push one last time. “Logan. Logan, look at me.” When Logan looked up at him, a tear fell down his cheek. Finn reached across to wipe it with his thumb. “I want you.”

Logan immediately shook his head. “Non, Finn-”

“We're it, Lo, it says so on our skin!” Finn whisper-yelled. He didn't want to wake the rest of the house up. “Why are you denying yourself-”

“There's three.”

Finn stopped, his mouth hanging open. “What?”

“There's three,” Logan said again, more forcefully. He stood up and out of Finn’s reach, pulling down his waistband to reveal the marks. He placed his thumb over each of them individually. “Un, deux, trois.”

Finn shook his head. “That doesn't mean anything, they're the same.”

“Yes it does, Finn.” Logan sat back down and took a shaky breath. “Who do you know that has three? Who? Everyone else has two.”

Finn could feel his eyes getting wet. “No one. Lo-”

“It means there's someone else out there for you.” Logan's face was heartbroken, devastated. “Someone better for you.”

Finn's mouth fell open with a soft, sad cry. “No, Logan, don't say that.” He pushed his chair back and went to kneel at Logan's feet. He rested his hands on the back of Logan's calves and Logan's fingers came down to grasp at his hair. “You're perfect for me, you're everything. I want you.”

But Logan wasn't to be deterred. “But this is your dream. And it's my dream.” He looked at Finn so softly. “I can't take that away from you. From myself.”

Finn rested his forehead on Logan's thigh and breathed deeply. “I know.” He glanced up again and met Logan's green eyes. “But we’re supposed to be together. And- and maybe there is someone else, yes, for me, but also for you. They're the same mark, Logan.”

Logan nodded. “I know. Merde, I know.” To Finn's surprise, Logan leaned down and kissed him. “But our dream won't let us, Fish. It just won't.”

“So what?” Finn asked. “We just ignore it? Be lonely?”

Logan shook his head. “Non, you find them. You find them.”

Finn's eyes widened. “Logan-”

“Find them, Finn.” Logan's eyes were pleading. “Please. I just want you to be happy, please.”

Finn let out a breath and knelt up higher, dragging Logan down into a hug. He kissed the side of Logan's head. “I'll miss you every day.”

“I know.”

“I'm still going to call you.”

“I know.”

“You're still my best friend.”

“I know.” Logan turned his nose into Finn's hair. “You're mine. Allez, Gryffindor is waiting.”

And in one motion, Finn squeezed Logan tightly, stood, grabbed his backpack, and tore out of OKN. He looked back and saw Logan watching from the doorway. They looked at each other one last time before Finn opened his car door and put the keys in the ignition.

Winnipeg, April 2019

Logan laughed as Leo landed one last smack to his face with a pillow, falling back against the hotel bed. He'd started it, throwing a pillow at Leo as Leo showed him a thirst trap someone had made of Logan that he'd come across. They'd been scrolling through Instagram side by side. Logan had groaned, taking one of the throw pillows from his own bed and throwing it across to Leo's, smacking him in the chest. Leo had just raised his eyebrows, stood, and used his own pillow to smack back. From there it had been an all out war on Logan's bed as they tried to best each other.

“Merde,” Logan panted from his spot against the mattress. “Allez, allez, you win, fuck.”

Leo sat back against his heels, satisfied. “Just because I don't have siblings doesn't mean I just take it, Tremblay.”

“That's obvious,” Logan grunted, propping himself up on his elbows. “Mon Dieu, you've got a fucking arm.”

Leo laughed, standing to go and gather his pillows, setting them neatly on his own bed. “Merci.”

Logan hummed sleepily. Leo glanced back to see he had his eyes closed. Logan had a small smile on his face, too, starfished on the bed, tired from their victory against the Jets. He was just in his boxers and a sweatshirt, the hem riding up to display his lean body. In the scuffle, his underwear had slid down, displaying the top of his fleur-de-lis tattoo on his left hip, and on his right-

Leo had to cover his mouth and bite his finger to hold himself back from making a sound. A sun, a fleur-de-lis, and a fish. Leo's head was reeling as he climbed into his bed.

Logan opened one eye to look at him. “Ça va?”

“Mhm.” Leo pushed a hand through his hair, then realized it was shaking and hid it beneath the covers. “Just tired.”

“Non,” Logan said. He turned on his side, his boxers riding down lower, and reached across to press a hand to Leo's shoulder. His touch burned. “Non, Leo, what's wrong?”

Leo just stared at his hand, then glanced briefly at the marks. Logan's eyes followed his and he flushed. Leo shook his head. “I'm sorry.”

Logan sighed. “Non. Non, it's okay.” He laid back on his own bed and looked at Leo softly. “Do you ever…”

Leo stared back, biting his lip. “Do I ever…?”

Logan let out another sigh and closed his eyes, as if it was too much. He spoke in French. “Do you ever feel like everything you want is right in front of you, and yet you miss it anyways?”

Leo ran his eyes up and down Logan's strong body. This couldn't be happening. “All the time.”

Logan opened his eyes again. “What do I do?”

Leo snuggled further underneath the covers. “I think- I think you have to care about it enough. Whatever that may be.”

“Even if I have to let it go?”

Leo ducked his nose into his sweatshirt neckline. “Yeah. Yeah, even to let it go.” He breathed deeply. He needed Logan to understand. “But sometimes you shouldn't. Sometimes you should take it.”

“Ouais?”

“Ouais.”

Logan looked at him. “Have you let it go?”

Leo could feel tears welling up in his eyes. “I don't have it.”

That made Logan's eyes go sad. Despite it, he smiled. “You deserve it, Leo.” He cocked his head. “I'm happy you're here.”

“Thank you,” Leo said shakily. “Thank you, Lo.”

Logan nodded, then reached up to turn off the light. “Bonne nuit, peanut.”

“Night.”

In the darkness, Leo finally let the silent tears fall.

Las Vegas, NV, October 2019

“Nut!”

Leo reached up above Finn's head to grasp the small ball tossed from Remus, jumping out of the pool to dunk it in the small hoop. The hotel pool in Vegas was a team favorite, and James had discreetly packed a portable pool hoop to bring with them this time. Their matinee game had been rough and physical, but Remus had his first NHL goal and Leo had a shutout, so the energy was wild and fierce. Coach had told them, exasperated, to go work their energy out before bed, which had James grinning widely. He'd instructed them to go to the pool, scurrying away to go find the box he'd stowed away in his luggage. Now, Leo was reconsidering his NHL career. Maybe the NBA would take him.

“Fuck off!” Sirius shouted. “That's not fair!”

Remus jumped on his back, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “You're such a baby.”

Sirius just leaned back to dip him then let go. He and James were both red-faced and frustrated they were losing so badly.

“Seriously, Knut, what the hell is up with those octopus arms?”

Leo turned to find Finn looking at him, his lean, freckled chest on display. Leo swallowed, trying to get a grip. “I can't help it.”

“I'm a fan,” Logan chimed in. His green eyes and smile made Leo warm all over. “If it makes you lose, Fish.” 

Finn rolled his eyes and splashed water over Logan's face. Logan spluttered and Finn laughed before turning to Leo. He was smiling. Leo realized what was about to happen. “No, no, I just washed my-”

But it was too late. Finn cupped his hands and threw water over Leo's head. Leo blinked hard and squinted through the chlorine. Logan was talking in fast French as he and Finn splashed each other. “Leo, allez!”

Leo laughed, running his hand across the water to get it in Finn's face. Finn gasped, staring at him incredulously. “Oh, it is so on, Nut.”

He lunged, trying to get his hands on Leo's shoulders and dunk him. Leo leaned back, trying to push him off, but slipped on the pool's slippery bottom. He and Finn both fell, chest to chest. Leo felt the water proof bandage Finn used to cover his mark as he scrambled for purchase, Finn's hands still on his shoulders. He kicked hard, breaking through the surface with a gasp, using both hands to push his hair back. He needed to pull himself together. 

“You okay?”

Leo opened his eyes to find Logan and Finn smiling at him softly. They looked so gorgeous that Leo had to take a deep breath. “Yeah. Water's just heavy in my hair.”

“Why don't you cut it?” Finn asked. 

Leo shrugged, his heart rate picking up. “Don't know,” he fibbed.

Logan tilted his head. “It looks nice pushed back.”

“Yeah,” Finn said. “I like it like that. You usually don't wash your hair in the team showers.”

Leo bit his lip. “Too much work. Don't feel like bringing my creams and stuff.”

Logan scrunched his nose around a laugh. “You're probably the only hockey player with a haircare routine.”

Leo flushed. “I like my curls.”

“They're very nice,” Finn said. Alarms went off in Leo's body as he approached. He touched the side of Leo's hair. “You know, I think it'd look nice if you cut it a little on the-”

He stopped suddenly. Leo could feel himself breathing hard. Finn's fingers were brushing right by where he knew his soul mark was now definitely visible, the hair pushed out of the way and transparent enough to allow it to be seen. Finn's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open slightly.

Leo grit his teeth. “Finn…”

But Finn just looked up at him, their eyes meeting. Leo stepped back and Finn's hand fell. He backed away towards the steps.

“Finn?” Logan asked, looking worriedly between them. “What's going on?”

Leo didn't wait for Finn's response. He grabbed his towel and room key and jogged out the door.

***

Finn watched as Leo ran away, flip flops slapping against the bottoms of his wet feet. His head was reeling.

“Finn? Finn, allez, what's wrong?” Logan appeared in his line of sight and grabbed his shoulders. “Fish.”

Finn blinked, shaking his head. “Shit.” He looked to Logan, then at the door through which Leo had disappeared. “Shit, shit, shit.”

He ran out of the pool and grabbed his towel, some of the guys yelling questions. He could hear Logan behind him as he ran through the door.

“Finn, what the hell-” 

Finn turned and faced him frantically in the hallway. “Where is your room?”

Logan looked confused. “170B. Fish, what-”

“Leo has the mark. Behind his ear.”

Logan stared at him for a moment before his face paled. “Non.”

Finn nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, fuck, we-” He pressed his hands over his eyes. “We have to find him.”

Logan looked hesitant, shrinking into himself. “Finn…”

Finn let out a frustrated noise and backed Logan into the nearest wall, just beside a supply closet. His voice was shaky. “No, no, you don't get to do this! You don't get to ignore it, or push me away, or tell me to go off and be with him, because it's us, Logan. He has the three marks, it's the three of us.” Logan's eyes were wide and vulnerable. Finn pressed their foreheads together. “I thought I was going crazy when I first started wanting him, because I still wanted you with everything I am. I love him, and I love you, and I will not let you take this away from me.”

Logan's breathing was quick. When Finn pulled back slightly, he saw that Logan's eyes were teary. “You love me?”

Finn nodded. “I do. God, I've been in love with you from the moment you walked into that shitty house your freshman year.”

Logan pressed his lips together. His hand came to cup the back of Finn's head. “I love you, too. I love you.” His green eyes fitted across Finn's face for a moment, searching. Then, to Finn's amazement and delight, he kissed him.

Finn felt like he could barely breathe, or maybe like he was breathing for the first time. Logan was so soft against him, needy and panting. His lips were working frantically against Finn's own, that fire that was always beneath his skin bubbling to the surface. Finn cupped his jaw firmly, slowing them down with deep presses of his mouth and tongue. Logan shuddered and melted into the wall behind him. It felt like his body was overheating under Finn's hands. With a few more soft kisses, Finn pulled away, albeit reluctantly. Logan's eyes were still closed.

“I love you,” Finn whispered. “And it's okay. It's okay now.”

Logan nodded, opening his eyes slowly. “Ouais, it is. I thought-” He took a shaky breath and Finn kissed his cheek. “I thought I couldn't want this. But now Sirius and Remus, and- and you and I were drafted to the same team, that can't be a coincidence. And Leo-” Logan let out a soft sound, forehead dropping onto Finn's shoulder. “I love him. I love him, and I love you, and I'm tired of not taking what I want when it's right in front of me.”

Finn's breath hitched at his words, heart beating as fast as it had the first time he'd seen Logan's mark. He stepped back and grabbed firmly onto Logan's shoulders. “You mean you…”

Logan smiled and nodded. “I want you. I want you both.”

Finn let out a teary laugh and kissed Logan hard. They were smiling against each other's mouths, light and happy and in love, Finn realized. They might have kept kissing forever had Logan not pulled away roughly. “Leo.”

Finn jerked his head up. “Shit. Shit, you're right.” He took Logan's hand and laced their fingers. “Let's go.”

They ran to the nearest stairwell and bounded up to the next floor. Logan's hands were shaking as he scanned the room key, grabbing the handle and shoving the door open roughly. “Leo?” he called.

Finn came in after him, looking around frantically. He poked his head in the bathroom. “Leo?”

When he came out, Logan was standing still and looking at the ground. Leo's suitcase was thrown open, his wet swimsuit on the floor. Clothes were disorganized inside it, which was so unlike him. He must have grabbed some and ran. Beside it was his room key. Logan knelt down briefly and picked it up. He looked at Finn. “Fish.”

Finn leaned in and hugged him. He felt the first of Logan's soft, hitching breaths underneath his hands. “Baby…”

“He's not here.” Logan was shaking. “He's not here, and we love him.”

“Okay,” Finn said. He pulled away and gripped Logan's hips. “He's probably still here somewhere, he's just really freaked out.”

“We have to find him.”

“I know.” Finn wiped Logan's cheeks and kissed his forehead. “Let's get changed first, okay? Then we go find Leo.”

“Soleil,” Logan said.

Finn looked down at him. “What?”

Logan closed his eyes and a tear slipped out. “What I will call him. Soleil. Sun.” He opened his eyes and leaned into Finn's chest. “He’s like sunshine.”

Finn nodded. “He is.” He brushed Logan's hair back from his face. “And what am I?”

Logan reached up to run a hand through Finn’s damp hair. “Rouge. Red.”

Finn kissed him.

***

Logan watched as Finn pulled on one of his high school sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants. The sweatshirt was a little short on him, the sleeves not quite reaching his wrists, but he looked so soft and cosy in Logan's clothes that Logan could only go up and kiss him.

Finn kneaded the skin of his back, just above where he'd put some shorts on. “Go put a shirt on, baby, then we'll go find Le.”

Logan nodded, kissing Finn once more before making his way towards his own suitcase. He had a sweater in there, one from France, but it wasn't as bulky and cosy. He needed something to swallow him, to settle the aching feeling in his chest.

He looked to Leo's suitcase. He always traveled with two sweatshirts: a Lions one for the locker room and cameras, and then one from home for the hotel room. He must've grabbed the Lions one in his rush, because the one left in his suitcase was purple and had the name of an ice cream parlor. Logan assumed it was the one he and his dad visited after Leo had a good game in high school. Finn saw him looking and put a hand on his back. “I don't think he'll mind.”

Logan nodded, kissing Finn's shoulder before kneeling and picking up the sweatshirt. He pulled it over his head. It was thick and soft and reached down to his thighs. It smelled like Leo's cologne. Logan turned his nose into the neckline and breathed in the scent.

Finn kissed the side of his head, lingering and gentle. “I've got the room key. Let's go get our sunshine.”

***

Leo squeezed his knees closer to himself in the cold hallway. He didn't know which floor he was on, one of the top ones. The hallway had ended in a T, with no rooms on either side, just big windows with a nice view of the city.

Leo sat against the opposite wall, gazing at the lights below him. He imagined he could hear and see people laughing, friends dancing, couples kissing. He wondered if there was anyone else like him, but happier; someone who was in love with two people, but actually had them. He could imagine dancing like that with Finn and Logan: Finn at his back, his chin on Leo's shoulder, arms around Leo's waist; Logan against Leo's chest, smiling up at him, his hands resting on the back of Leo's neck, maybe one in his hair. He closed his eyes as a sharp pain ran through his chest. He felt a tear escape. 

“Fuck,” he whispered. He pressed the heels of his palms to his eyes. “Oh, fuck.”

How could he have been so careless, so stupid? He thought of Finn's horrified face and the fact that Logan definitely knew by now. If they hadn't confessed their feelings to one another, they certainly had after that display, and Leo would never forgive himself if he was the cause of such an emotional and difficult conversation. Coming out was hard enough on its own, but coming out to your best friend? The one you were in love with? Leo could barely imagine that talk they were probably still having without feeling a weight settle in his gut. He'd caused that. And now he was making their lives more difficult, and the whole team saw them run out, and Leo didn't know what to do. He really didn't know what to do.

He sat there shaking for he didn't know how long, blankly staring at the lights of the city. It was almost calming; peaceful, even, save for the rapid rhythm of his beating heart. He pressed a hand to his chest and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, behind him, he heard some frantic whispers.

“I don't know, Lo, we've looked everywhere.”

“Cherchez-en devantage, encore une fois.”

“I don't speak French.”

“Look again.”

“I'm trying!”

Leo clenched his teeth, eyes widening. He quickly but quietly shuffled his way to the corner, trying to remain out of sight, but he knew he was a sitting duck. He only hoped they gave up before they found him.

What would he even say if they did? I'm in love with you, but you're in love with each other. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I'll leave you be.

No, he couldn't do that. He wasn't strong enough to do that, to let them go completely, nor to ruin a friendship like that that was so intertwined with love and lust and laughter and life- a friendship that had bones, that had history. Leo bit his lip once again at the tears that threatened to claim his vision.

“Le?”

Leo sighed heavily and turned his head. When he opened his eyes, he found Finn and Logan looking at him carefully. Their hands were intertwined.

“Hi,” he said. His voice was rough, even to his own ears. “Hi.”

He saw Logan squeeze Finn's hand and let go. He came to sit beside Leo, criss-crossed and facing him. He was wearing Leo's sweatshirt. If this ended poorly, Leo didn't know if he'd want Logan to keep it or to keep it himself and smell Logan's scent guiltily every time he wore it. He looked so cozy. 

“Ça va?”

Leo just blinked at him. Logan sighed, dropping his head down to look at his fingers, which he was twiddling in his lap.

Finn came to sit across from them both, back against the window. His eyes were soft. “How long have you known?”

Leo shrugged. He looked out past Finn's shoulder at the city lights. “Since you came home from that run. In the freezing rain, and I had to undress you and put you in the shower.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked.

Finn's cheeks were flushed. “You and I were supposed to go to lunch. But you went home with a girl from the bar the night before and then I didn't hear from you the next day.” He shrugged. “I needed to think, so I ran. It was cold and wet.”

Logan looked at him so sadly it was breaking Leo's heart. “Rouge…”

Leo's stomach jolted. A nickname. A sweet one. Red. So they'd obviously figured themselves out.

Finn nudged Logan's thigh with his socked foot. He was wearing Logan's sweatshirt and sweatpants, Leo realized. “It doesn't matter now.” He looked to Leo. “And Logan's? How'd you find out?”

Leo turned back to look out the window. He smiled sadly. “We had a pillow fight in our hotel room. Logan's boxers slid down and his sweatshirt rode up, and, well…” He looked to Finn. “He asked if I knew if what I wanted was right in front of me, but if I still missed it.” He bit his lip as his eyes watered. “That's when I knew he was in love with you.”

Finn was looking with wide eyes at Logan, who was in turn looking intently at Leo. “You knew?”

Leo sniffled. “Of course I knew. Y'all think you're discreet, but you're not.”

Finn nudged him with his toe. “So if you knew, why didn't you say anything? About you.”

“I couldn't do that to you,” Leo said. He put his hands over his eyes. “Fuck, I couldn't do that to you. Your love radiates off of you, and I just figured- I just figured I was the universe's backup. If you didn't get together, one of you would find me.”

“Quoi?” Logan asked. “Leo.”

Leo groaned and buried his face in his knees. “Not everyone ends up with their soul mate. My grandma's died when they were teenagers, and my grandpa didn't have one. But they loved each other, and were happy, and I-” He felt his throat closing up. “I had to care about you enough to let you go.”

He heard Logan take in a sharp breath beside him. “Non. Non, Leo.” He knelt up and wrapped an arm around Leo's upper back, pressing his forehead to the back of Leo's curls. “Leo, non. Non, it doesn't have to be like that.”

“I told you it can be, Lo,” Leo said. “That night. With the pillow fight. You're supposed to be with Finn, and I'm supposed to let you go.”

“You are not supposed to do anything like that, Leo.” Finn's voice was thick with tears. “Why would you say that?”

Leo sat up. Logan shifted back, but their thighs were still pressed together. “I didn't want to wreck you. You have history, years of it, and I owed it to you to let you figure out your feelings on your own time.” He looked between them. “Everyone deserves that. I'm sorry if I forced you to do that today.”

They both softened at that and looked at each other briefly. Finn shifted over to the side to be more squarely in front of Leo. He leaned forward and took Leo's hands in his own. They were shaking. “We already knew.”

Leo sat up straighter. “What?”

Logan rested his chin on Leo's shoulder, hand rubbing at his lower back. “Ouais, we figured it out years ago. We just hadn't met you yet.”

At Leo's still-confused look, Finn began to speak again. “It was after Logan scored a hatty in the Beanpot Semis, my junior year. We won, and he stayed late for interviews.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. “Nobody was there, in the locker room, so I took my covering off to go shower.” He let out a laugh. “Finn walked in and saw my mark.”

Leo hummed. “And what happened?”

Finn smiled. “I freaked out, Logan followed me to the locker room. Long story short, I showed him mine, we kissed, we got interrupted. We kissed a few more times before I left. We didn't talk about it, not until the day I came to Gryff. But we knew.”

“What we couldn't figure out,” Logan said. “Was you.” He sighed heavily. “Fish tried to talk to me, the day he left. But I told him to look for whoever else was for him- for us. Someone who deserved him.”

Leo touched their temples together. “But you do.”

He could feel Logan’s smile. “Ouais, I know that now.” He shifted, wrapping his arm fully around Leo’s waist. “But I didn't know how to make how I felt work with hockey. With our dream.”

“What changed?”

“You did, sunshine.”

Leo looked at Finn. He let out a surprised laugh. “What?”

Finn smiled at him. “Sunshine. It's what we’re calling you.”

“Soleil,” Logan corrected.

“Well I'm not French, am I?”

“Neither am I! Canada's different.”

Finn rolled his eyes playfully. “Anyways.” He reached out to pluck at one of Leo’s curls. “You came along and made us realize that avoiding what we desired was silly. And that there was so much more to want. To love.”

Leo closed his eyes briefly in a slow blink. His heart was pounding.“Really?”

“Ouais, soleil,” Logan whispered. “It’s because of you.”

Leo nodded. “And are you okay? You figured yourselves out?”

Finn laughed. “Yeah, literally, like, a half hour ago. We kissed, we talked a bit, whatever.” He brought Leo’s hands to his mouth and kissed them. “But then we came looking for you.”

Leo felt his heart kick. “You did?”

“Don't be surprised,” Logan said. “We want you. We love you.” He touched just behind Leo’s ear. “You’re ours. Our soul mate.”

Finn reached one hand out to brush Leo’s jaw. “Do you want that, sunshine?”

Leo closed his eyes again. He felt the heat of their bodies beside him, the softness of their skin. Logan’s nose was pressed to his jaw, obviously impatiently waiting, and Finn’s thumb was tracing soft patterns on his skin. They were handsome, and kind, and good- and Leo was so in love with them.

“Yeah,” he said. He opened his eyes and caught Finn’s gaze. “I do.”

“Leo,” Logan whispered beside him. He nudged at Leo’s cheek, obviously asking. “Leo, je t’aime.”

Leo smiled and turned into him. “I love you.” And then Logan was kissing him.

It was the most gentle kiss Leo had ever received. Logan’s lips were warm and soft, softer than anything Leo had touched, and he kissed like he moved through life: a fierce, focused intensity that burned Leo up from the inside. He started out slow, then peaked with faster, deeper, rougher presses, his hand coming up to grip Leo’s hair, then settled again when Leo rubbed his hip, right over the soul mark. Logan fell against his chest a little. When Leo pulled away, Logan let himself go completely, his head resting on Leo’s shoulder, eyes closed. He looked like he was about to fall asleep.

Finn was looking them both up and down. His pupils were a little blown. When he caught Leo watching, he smiled. “I would like to record that and put it on a loop to watch forever, please and thank you.”

Leo laughed a little, felt Logan do the same, before he slouched back against the wall. Logan was gripping the fabric of his Lions sweatshirt lightly in between his fingers. They both looked at Finn softly as he got himself onto his knees and leaned forward with a smile.

“I love you,” Finn whispered. 

Leo could count each one of his freckles. “I love you, too.”

Finn kissed like he moved through life, too, but it was different than Logan. Finn was motivated by a goal, directing Leo into exactly what he wanted, somehow. He gripped Leo’s jaw gently and firmly at the same time, Leo helpless to do anything but accept what he was given. Leo sighed heavily. Finn kissed him deeper still, and Logan began to kiss up Leo’s neck and jaw. Leo whined, pulling back to catch his breath. “Fuck.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Maybe later.”

Leo laughed and rested his head against the wall behind him. “No, our first time will not be in a hotel. I still smell like chlorine.”

Finn let out a huff through his nose. “Then when will it be? I've gotta mark my calendar, clear my schedule.”

Leo bit his lip around a grin. “In your bed. If you want.”

Finn sucked in a breath. His ears were bright red, and Logan reached up to thumb the shell of one. “Oh, I so want.”

“Ouais,” Logan said. He pulled Finn down into a kiss. Leo loved how they looked together. “But now we sleep.”

“Where?” Leo asked.

Logan hummed. “My bed. It's the closest to the door.”

Leo snorted. “Not by much, sweetheart.”

Logan just sighed happily again and snuggled further into Leo’s body. Leo kissed the top of his head. Finn was looking at them both fondly.

“So,” he said. “Does this mean we’re in love? We’re doing this?”

Leo smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, we’re doing this.”

Finn’s expression was nothing short of elated. “Fuck yes.” He leaned down to kiss them both hard. “Best day ever.”

Leo and Logan both laughed. Leo held out a hand. “Help us up, O’Hara.”

Finn grasped onto each of their hands, pulling them from the floor and towards him. When they stood, Leo tried to walk down the hallway, but Finn tugged him back. “Wait.” His eyes, when they met Leo's, were serious. “I just want you to know how much we want this, Le. You aren't some- some ‘third’ in a relationship already involving the two of us. You're not a second choice.”

Logan nodded, stepping into Leo's space. “Ouais, mon coeur. We're equal- all of us, or nothing.”

Leo took them both in for a second. Finn, with his gentleness and his heart on his sleeve; Logan, with his firm, yet loving, touches and the obvious desire and want that was constantly simmering under his skin. They were looking at Leo like he was everything. Leo didn't know what to do with that quite yet, but he figured telling them how he felt was as good a start as any.

“I want you, too,” he said. He cleared his throat. “When I- when I said I was letting you go, it wasn't because I didn't love you. Or because I didn't want you. I just… I thought loving you would cause you more pain when you were obviously already hurting for each other.”

Logan shook his head firmly. “Non.” He leaned up and kissed Leo. “Non, we love each other because we love you.”

Finn nodded, kissing the back of Leo's hand. “You helped us find you and each other, baby. No take backs, okay?”

Leo nodded, smiling with a blush. “Okay.” He stepped forward a bit to bring them closer together. Logan rested his head on Leo's collarbone, and Leo touched his and Finn's temples together. “Let's go to bed.”

Finn nodded. “Mhm. Sleepy time.” He kissed Leo quickly, then ducked to kiss Logan's cheek. “But mark your calendars. My mattress, as soon as that plane lands tomorrow.” 

Leo laughed, and Logan made a happy sound into the fabric of his sweatshirt. “Sure thing Harz,” Leo said. “I'll rearrange my schedule.”

“You fucking better. C'mon, let's go.”

They walked back to the room, Finn holding each of their hands tightly even in the stairwell, which was a little logistically difficult, but they managed. They each took turns showering to get the chlorine off, Finn swiping Logan's toothbrush with a smirk. Logan just rolled his eyes and kissed him. 

Leo came back from his shower to find them both huddled in Logan's hotel bed. Logan still had Leo's sweatshirt on with the hood pulled up, his hair fluffing out in the front as he laughed at something Finn said. Finn was straddling Logan's thighs and talking about something- what, Leo didn't know. Finn talked a lot.

When they heard him come through the doorway, they both looked at him and smiled widely. Finn swung his leg over Logan's hips to settle on the bed. He patted the space in between them. “C'mere, sunshine baby.”

Leo knelt on the end of the mattress and crawled to them. “Is that my new name?”

Finn nodded excitedly. “Among others. I'm workshopping a few. How do you feel about lovernut?”

Leo laughed as he settled onto his back. “Whatever you want, honey.”

Finn smiled at the pet name and leaned in to press kisses to Leo's cheeks. “You're so sweet.”

“Oui,” Logan agreed. He grunted and rolled over to flop on top of Leo with a content sigh. 

Finn tapped his butt hard. “I knew you'd be a koala, you youngest-of-four baby.”

Logan just peeked out at him. “Should I not?”

“No,” Leo said. He kissed Logan's curls. “Wherever you want to sleep, sweetheart, it's okay.”

Logan bit his lip innocently and continued to roll- right in between the two of them. He pressed his nose into Leo's neck. “Mm, c'est chaud ici.”

Finn scoffed. “I thought Leo was in the middle.”

Logan just reached back for Finn's arm. “Ici, rouge.”

Finn melted a little bit. “Fine. Fine, but we have to take turns, okay? Gotta try out all the positions.”

Leo laughed. He reached across Logan's body to brush Finn's hair out of his face. “You just can't help yourself, can you?”

Finn kissed his palm. “No. I'm telling you, it's all I'm going to be thinking about.” He settled down, throwing an arm and a leg across their bodies. “I love you.”

Leo smiled. “I love you.”

“Sleep.”

Finn bit at Logan's jaw. “Say it back, you grump.”

Leo felt Logan's smile against the skin of his neck. Logan kissed his soul mark. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

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Friends? Never. Pt.19 (Ellie Williams x reader)

MASTERLIST (and information about Palestine) Please read!

SYNOPSIS: You and Ellie had been bitter enemies for years now but before that you were best friends. You had always planned to be roommates one day but when that becomes a reality the situation isn't exactly how you both imagined it.

SMUT mdni 🤗

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It had been a week since you and Ellie had started your new jobs and the group that you were training was making progress, their aim was improving and their ability to fight was ten times better than it had been when they started. Even Amber had begun to improve and take your advice without challenging you at every step of the way. Clem was thriving at school, and you looked forward to hearing her ramblings of the day more than anything.  

The group was doing shooting practise and you watched quietly as Ellie walked around the group inspecting their stances and their handling of the gun. She had been short-tempered today and it puzzled you but you brushed it off anyway. She had made Harvey and Mike do drills when she caught them messing about instead of sparring but not before she bit both their heads off harshly enough that they had been silent up until now. The sight amused you but you were confused because she was never like this with them. Amber had asked her to help her get more power into her punches and you both saw straight through it, you had to give it to the girl, she was persistent. Even after it being revealed that you and Ellie were together and even after they had walked in on Ellie kissing your cheek eliciting whoops and cheers from them all, she was still hopelessly flirting with Ellie which often gave you both a laugh at home.  

“You’re not tensing your body enough and your movements are too slow. Keep your body rigid and speed up. I’ve already told you this.” She snapped at Amber. 

“But-” 

“Hey can you come here?” She had called over to you, you approaching slightly confused as was Amber until Ellie put her hands on your hips and spun you around to face away from her as she squeezed at the soft of them. “Throw a punch.” She whispered in your ear and the intimacy made your body tingly, this wasn’t like any of the usual demonstrations she had done with you, there was something different about it though you couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was that was making you feel strange. You threw a punch as she gripped onto your hips, her hands squeezing impossibly tighter, not to stop your hips from moving, she knew they wouldn’t but she savoured the feel of them in her hands anyway. “See how my hands didn’t move, you’re not tensing so you lose the power.” 

“Can you try that with me? I just feel like I won’t be able to tell a difference unless I know how its supposed to feel.” She smiled coyly as your eyebrows quirked in disbelief at the audacity of her. 

“Can you deal with her please?” Ellie sighed as she stormed off to go watch another pair, you don’t miss the dejected expression on Amber’s face causing you to roll your eyes as you take your place behind her.  

“Do you actually want help or were you just trying to get my girlfriend to touch you?” Her mouth falls open at your harsh tone and she shakes her head as Maisie watches in amusement. 

“N-no I actually want help.” 

“Good.” You gripped onto her hips as you watched Ellie who was a picture of frustration. “Throw a punch.” You held onto her as firmly as possible as she threw the punch and then let go. “Did that feel different?” 

“Yeah I think I understand now, thanks.” You nod and walk off back to your original position. 

After that as you watched Ellie snap at George while he was aiming his gun you realised you needed to figure out what was going on. 

“How many times do I have to tell you your feet are meant to be shoulder-width apart? Do you not know what that means? Do you not know what fucking shoulders are? I’m asking you a question so answer me.” She got in his face and you rushed over to intervene as you dragged her away from the group. 

“You need to chill the fuck out.” She huffs and rolls her eyes. “I’m gonna give them a talk about knives because its long overdue and you can just stand and be quiet okay? You’re gonna get bollocked by Maria so wind your neck in.” You call everyone over and have them sit down so you can talk about knives and explain the importance of them. “Right guys, you’ve practised with guns and you are getting better, still a ways to go but we’ve already seen a lot of improvement but it’s super important you don’t forget the usefulness of a knife. Knives are so underrated but they are so good because as long as you keep hold of it, you can use it over and over again but the main reason they are so good is because they are silent. If you are out on patrol and you encounter one infected and you decide to shoot it, the sound of that gunshot could attract a whole horde towards you. So, that being said, use your knife as your first resort and your gun as your last.” You walk over to where all the weapons are stored and brandish a five-inch knife. “This knife is only five-inches-” 

“Oh come on don’t say only, five is a respectable length.” Harvey calls out as all the group laugh. Ellie goes to step forward with a look that could kill but you hold her bicep hard enough that your knuckles go white as you keep her in place. 

“Thank you so much for sharing that information with us Harvey, that makes want I’m about to say even funnier because it’s not the size of the knife that matters, it’s how you use it.” They all whoop and cheer as you chuckle along while glancing at Ellie that didn’t even crack a smile as she sneered at them. “Once again, the neck is a vulnerable point. I want you all to find your pulse on your neck for me.” They all put two fingers on their neck to find their pulse and you do the same to Ellie noticing how her cheeks redden and she fidgets slightly. “Where you can feel your pulse, that is the carotid artery, you hit that and someone will bleed out in seconds. You need to get good at being able to aim your knives for the vulnerable parts of the body as a reflex. I’ll show you.” You take your knife and press it to Ellie’s neck where you know the artery is just from muscle memory, the knife isn’t pressing into her neck hard but she does gulp as her eyes flicker from the group to you and she bites her lip subtly, the blush never fading from her cheeks. “Ellie, put your fingers where your pulse is, please.” She does that and when her fingers are right below where your knife sat, you mentally pat yourself on the back. “You slash at that or actually stab someone there and you might’ve just saved your life, this does go for infected as well so keep that in mind. I want you to get in pairs and practise what me and Ellie just did, hold the knife up to the other person’s neck, not hard, seriously, and then let them find their pulse and see how close you are. First person to get it spot on doesn’t have to do drills at the end of today!” They all rush towards the knives and start practising. “Do not rush because someone will die, this is important, be adults about this.” You add before walking off with Ellie. “What the fuck is going on with you today? Are you ill? You’re all red and grumpy and it’s scaring me.” 

“Babe I need to fuck so bad.” 

“Oh my god.” Your tone is a mixture of disappointment and amusement. “That’s why you’ve had a stick up your ass all day? Because you’re horny? You are unbelievable.” You can’t help the giggle that erupts from you as she rolls her eyes and huffs at your amusement at her suffering. “Fine, we can fuck tonight but we have to be super quiet because of Clem.” 

“Oh my god babe you aren’t gonna know what hit you. I love you so much, thank you thank you thank you.” She steps towards you and reaches her hands out to your cheeks but you push them away gently with a smile as you flick your eyes towards the group that paid you no attention. She rolls her eyes before slyly grabbing your hand and pressing a sweet kiss to the back of it before looking over your shoulder and smiling at the lack of eyes on you both. It felt strange to sneak around but it excited you both more than you ever expected.  

You both watched as the group continued trying to find each other’s pulse’s until you heard a triumphant cheer from Amber as she jumped around. “I got it! I got it! I got her pulse!” 

“Congrats Amber, you now know how to kill someone quickly.” You deadpan. 

“Oh come on you were the one that made it a competition.” Ellie reasons with you as she smirks. “Amber! Lucky you. No drills for you today!” She smiles properly for the first time all day and everyone shares questioning looks at her sudden change in demeanour, you barely manage to hide your giggle as Amber continues jumping around and shoving it in everyone’s faces that she won. It all went quiet as Joel wondered in.  

“Hey kiddo!” He says to Ellie as he reaches you both. 

“Joel! They aren’t gonna fear me if you call me kiddo.” 

“They ain’t gonna fear you either way.” He chirps with a teasing grin.  

“I dunno Joel, they were shitting themselves today when she lost her shit at them.” 

“Yeah but I bet you scare the shit outta them all the time.” You nod your head in agreement as Ellie glares at you both. 

“Well that’s only because you got to deck Harvey on their first day.” She near-enough whines. 

“Shouldn’t have frozen and made me do all the talking then huh?” You smile sweetly as she huffs, you notice the group all quietly making their way over to the three of you, curious as to what you were all speaking about, nosy, you thought. 

“Guys if you wanna talk about a good shot, you gotta talk about this guy. He taught me everything I know.” Joel chuckles at Ellie’s words and bows his head to hide the blush that graced his cheeks slightly. 

“Is he your dad?” Harvey enquires causing Ellie to look like a deer in headlights as she glances from the group to Joel and back to the group. 

“Errr... y-yeah, yes he is.” She flashes a tight-lipped smile at Joel who mirrors her expression before clearing his throat and squeezing her shoulder.  

“Well I best get goin’, old and tired an’ all that. Best of luck to you all!” He smiles at them all and they all smile back, it’s sweet to you, their reaction to him. “Don’t work ‘em too hard eh.” He chortles before taking his leave as you turn to Ellie and grin at her, she notices your cheeky smile and scrunches her eyebrows in feigned confusion at you. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“Youuuu said Joel’s your dad.” You tease. 

“Oh whatever, he is kinda isn’t he?” 

“I’m glad you see it that way, I agree though.” You each smile and you see an idea flash over her mind before she grabs your wrist and checks your watch as she refuses to wear one herself. 

“Guys! We’re gonna call it a day early. Enjoy the rest of your day and we’ll see you back here-” 

“9AM SHARP!” They all finish her sentence causing her to chuckle as she nods them off, ignoring your confused look. 

“Come on! We’ve got an hour until Clem finishes school. Now we don’t have to be quiet.” 

“Oh you genius you! Don’t think Maria’s gonna be too happy about us calling off training early to fuck though.” 

“Well are you gonna tell her?” 

“Not likely.” You both giggle as you practically jog back to your cabin, both ecstatic at your last-minute plans, Ellie fighting the urge to skip like a giddy child. 

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“Oh fuck I missed this so much.” 

“We’re literally just kissing Ellie.” 

“I know I love kissing you.” Ellie rushes out before she presses her lips onto yours again like she was trying to suck the air out of you. Her hand snakes down your stomach and traces the curve of your hip before roughly running her hand down the outside of your thigh and squeezing as she lifts it to wrap even tighter around her hip. She’s pressing herself down onto you like you’re both magnetic as her tongue savours the taste of your mouth like she would never know it again. You raise your legs higher up Ellie’s hips and pull her into you more causing her to groan at the friction of your cunts rubbing together, even through each of your underwear, she felt like there was lightning coursing through her. 

“Aw someone’s needy.” You pout at her as you tease her and she scowls as she roughly grinds her clothed pussy over yours eliciting a quiet whine from your lips, she smirks as you roll your eyes before she leans down to feather kisses down your neck as she grinds herself down onto you even harder, her pace picks up as her attack on your neck intensifies and just as she begins to suck on the skin below your ear you push her off. “Ellie! You cannot give me hickeys, we’re parents now we have to be responsible.” 

“I hate that you’re right.” 

“Thought you’d be used to it by now.” 

“Oh whatever.” You giggle as she grabs a handful of your boob and squeezes, her head coming to rest in the crook of your neck. You’re both panting and gasping as the friction between you both was heating up your cores and tensing every muscle in your body. You couldn’t help but giggle at the way you were both about to come from dry-humping but it had been awhile for you both, not for most people but you each had the sex-drive of a teenage boy so for you, it had basically been months. “Shit I’m gonna cum this is so embarrassing.” 

“Hey I’m right there with you.” You breathe out through choked moans and as if you had spoken it into existence you both came with a symphony of groans, accompanied by the steady tremble of both your legs. You expect Ellie to collapse on top of you but she doesn’t, instead flashing you a cheeky grin as she ripped your underwear down your legs before hopping off the bed and straight to her drawer that you knew she kept the strap in. The memory of the day she found it flashes through your mind causing you to chuckle. She eyed you over her shoulder suspiciously before fixing the harness around her hips and walking over to you. She stands at the bed with a smug expression on her face as the bright pink appendage hangs from her hips. 

“You know I’d find it way sexier if you weren’t wearing batman boxers right now Ellie.” 

“You said you liked my batman boxers.” She frowns as you throw your head back in fits of laughter. 

“I-I do, I’m sorry I was kidding, come on babe.” You pat the bed next to you as you try to console yourself. You couldn’t help but wonder, first, where the hell did she find them? Secondly, how did you not notice she was wearing those until now? 

“You’re so lucky I love you.” She goes to climb on top of you once again but you sit up with a shake of your head as you press her down on her back before straddling her hips and gazing at her shell-shocked face in amusement. You sunk down onto her like you were two puzzle pieces fitting together perfectly and as your hips met hers you shivered at the feel of the dick lightly brushing against your cervix. You lean down, pressing your hands into the bed by Ellie’s head as you peck her lips over and over again, the slow rolling of your hips making you both gasp. 

You sat back up again and as you sped up the grinding of your hips against hers, you lifted your top, holding the hem between your teeth and squeezed your tits, pushing them together, giving Ellie a show that had her practically drooling. You were whimpering softly as the strap was hitting all the right spots in you before you felt her hands on your hips, gripping them to stop your movements. Your mouth drops open, dropping your top back down with it, as you furrow your eyebrows and she chuckles at you before snapping her hips up into you harshly enough that you keel over so your ear is right by her lips. 

“Sorry babe, you know I get impatient.” She whispers before drilling into you at such an unforgiving pace that tears roll down your cheeks as you bite down onto her shoulder. You felt like you were no longer on the planet and you were just floating up to heaven as your legs began to shake, your release rushing at you so quick you could barely catch your breath. She cooed at you as you unlatched from her shoulder and let a pornographic moan escape your lips as your body convulses with your orgasm. She slows to a stop and rubs at your back as you stay laid on top of her desperately trying to return your breathing to normal, the moment so sweet and intimate you felt like you were melting into her. “Babe, we gotta go get Clem.” You whine just a little, despite the excitement at seeing her precious little face, you felt completely drained causing Ellie to chuckle as she helps you off of her, laying you down on the bed. “Don’t worry I got it, I’ll let you recover.” She teases smugly as she removes the harness and starts redressing herself. 

She presses a quick kiss to your lips before rushing off to go pick up Clem as you lay there completely dazed trying to will yourself back to full consciousness. 

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You were sitting on the sofa, watching a film as you gulped down your third glass of water when a frantic knock sounded at the door causing you to rush over to it and fling the door open. 

“Oh fuck... Hi!” Dina is standing at the door, tears pouring down her cheeks despite her attempts to hurriedly wipe them away. “Sorry, er- is Ellie home?” 

“No she’s picking up Clem, come inside, what’s going on?” 

“No no it’s okay, I’m being stupid anyway, can you just tell Ellie I need to talk to her please?” 

“Dina come inside and sit down for a sec, Ellie won’t be long anyway.” She takes a deep, shaky breath before nodding and walking inside, refusing to meet your worried eyes. You usher her over to the sofa as she desperately tries to stop the sobs that weren’t slowing down even for a second. “What’s going on? Are you okay? Is Jesse okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah he’s fine, I’m fine, I- I just...” She chokes out another sob as her face falls into her hands, you rub her back until she calms enough to speak. “I- I think I’m pregnant.” 

“Oh.” She dryly chuckles and you realise that was not the best reaction. “This is gonna sound silly but how do you feel about it?” 

“It doesn’t sound silly, I’m being silly. I’m not even upset I don’t know why the fuck I’m crying.” 

“Well I’m sure it’s all very overwhelming, you’re allowed to have mixed feelings about it.” 

“Thank you, it’s not that I’m upset and I’m not worried about how Jesse will react, he’s basically born to be a dad but what if I’m not born to be a mom? I’m nineteen for fuck’s sake and we live in such a fucked-up world and I just- I’m scared to bring a baby into it you know? What if I fuck them up?” 

“Oh Dina, you’re joking right? You’ve been mothering everyone around you for as long as I’ve known you. That kid is gonna be so lucky to have you and Jesse as their parents and yeah the world is fucked-up, but Jackson isn’t, as far as I can see, that kid has won the fucking lottery.” You comfort her softly and for the first time she smiles brightly, beaming at you before pulling you into a tight hug. 

“Thank you, you’re an angel. Fuck okay, I- I feel like I can breathe again. I think I just needed someone to help me process this, sorry for lumping all this on you.” She gestures towards her and specifically her stomach and you can’t help but chuckle. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m really happy you told me. I’m so fucking happy for you D.” You both beam at each other before giggling like school girls. 

“How has it been with Clem anyway? You and Ellie are basically my experts on parenting which is a scary thought.” That makes you chuckle. 

“You’re telling me. D, they’re the fucking best. Clem is the sweetest kid I have ever met, I can be in the foulest mood and I see her face and all of a sudden it’s gone. The other day I was on my period and I felt like shit, like I was laying in Ellie’s bed crying because my cramps were so bad and she just waltzes in, climbs in the bed with me and tells me a shitty joke that she obviously got from Ellie and I could barely feel the cramps anymore because I was laughing so hard. Seeing Ellie with her too, I could watch them all day long, Clem is basically a carbon copy of Ellie and I swear it’s the best entertainment around. I fucking love having Clem and you are gonna love having that little one too.” 

“Oh that is so sweet, you have made me feel so much better...” She trails off before giggling. “What was the joke?” 

“What is the downside of eating a clock?” You pause as she thinks for a moment before shrugging her shoulders in defeat. “It’s time-consuming.” You both erupt into laughter as you clutch your stomach, tears sprouting in your eyes.  

“Oh my god that is awful but so Ellie.” 

“I know.” You both calm down and Dina smiles at you appreciatively before the door slams open, revealing an out-of-breath Clem bursting into the hallway.  

“Hey you so cheated!” Ellie’s voice booms through the house. 

“Nuh uh. You’re just slow!” Clem replies defensively before she spots you in the living room and comes bounding towards you, jumping onto you and wrapping her small arms around your neck. “Mommyyyy! I missed you. I beat Ellie in our race!” 

“Oh did you now? I am not surprised one bit and I missed you so much more baby, seriously I missed your cute little face since we dropped you off this morning.” She giggles before turning to Dina as she rests her head on your shoulder.  

“Hi Dina! Are you okay?” She enquires noticing the wet sheen of her cheeks and her puffy eyes. 

“Oh yeah I am all good sweetie. Your mommy here just told me one of your jokes and I laughed so hard I cried!” 

“Which one! Which one!?” 

“The clock one.” 

“That’s one of my favourites.” Clem yawns as she finishes her sentence. 

“Mine too.” Dina agrees as Ellie walks into the room, rosy cheeked with a confused look on her face as she makes eye contact with Dina. 

“Hey D, you okay?” 

“Oh yeah, yeah I’m fine.” 

“Er me and Clem will give you two a minute alone.” You beam before letting Clem clamber off you and leading her out of the room and towards the garden, kissing Ellie hello quickly as you pass her.  

You and Clem sit in the afternoon sun as she tells you all about her day down to every last detail and you were enthralled the entire time, you could listen to her ramble on for hours and hours, for a lifetime even, which is good because that’s how things seemed to be going, a quiet moment always interrupted by the welcome chatter of either Ellie or Clem, often both. 

After fifteen minutes Ellie walks outside coming to sit beside you as she kisses your cheek and whispers a small ‘hey’.  

“Is Dina gone?” 

“Yeah she’s uh- she's gonna go home and talk to Jesse.” 

“Probably best, wow right?” 

“Wow isn’t even the word, holy fuck.” You don’t even condemn her lude language in front of Clem anymore as it seems to only spur her on further. 

“I’m happy for them though, they’re gonna be amazing.” 

“Oh yeah for sure. She kept going on about how they’re so young and it made me realise we are all just kids doing our best for littler kids, you know?” 

“Oh I know. Isn’t it the best though?” 

“Wouldn’t change it for the world.” She beams at you and you rest your head on her shoulder as you watch Clem who was dancing around to music only she could hear, she was so perfect, you’d do anything to be the best for her. 

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[spiderfunkz]

hii! i was wondering if you could write something about robin buckley choosing reader to go to europe with her for the summer! (maybe a rebel robin au??) ive never seen anyone write anything about it and id think id be cute!

✧.* operation crossaint!

— summary : summer in hawkins is boring. so, how about a trip to europe?

— pairings : robin buckley x fem!reader

— word count : 0,9k

— warnings : fluff, friends to lovers, oblivious reader kinda, messy plot whoops, foul language, kissing mwah mwah, weird time jumps, not proofread, this is set in the summer btw!! robin & reader is 18 here.

a/n : hi there! thank u for the request anon ^_^ i tried fitting some aspects and references from rebel robin because i couldn't really fit in the whole au and storyline of rebel robin because i don't think it'll fit that well, so sorry about that!!

"operation crossaint?" you question as robin nodded. "just hear me out. i want to live outside of hawkins y/n. i want to know whats outside of this shitty town," she explains.

"it's sounds weird i know but, i want to learn and experience things." she continues.

"so like europe?" you ask, "yes! exactly like europe. i want to travel, meet people who live exactly how they want to, i want to see beautiful museums, and walk down old streets!" she rambles.

you nodded listening to everything she says. "and live off of crossaints and cheese?" you laugh — "mhm!" she nodded.

"i told mr hauser about it and, he told me to take someone with me, and he suggested milton or dash but i was thinking-" she paused, "that maybe you could go with me?" she asks, scrunching her nose.

"or don't, i understand that maybe you have something going on or maybe you focusing on othe-"

"i'll go with you." you stated. "but we literally have 0 dollars and, have you asked your parents?" you ask.

"we can work on that! mr hauser said that he could help talk to my parents which automatically means that he could talk to yours so-" she rambles, "all he said is that if i find someone to take with he could help me. and you said yes."

"yeah well of course, i mean spending any time at all with you and in europe? that sounds like an absolute dream." you smiled.

robin's cheeks grew pink as you stated that. europe? with you? together? is she dreaming right now?

"i'll go work things out, i'll see you tomorrow y/n." she waved.

you were so caught up with the conversation you don't realize you were outside your house now as robin skipped away.

—

robin could barely sleep that night, was she really going to spend her time in europe with you?

god, she was so excited to tell mr hauser all about it. she had already started learning languages she thought might be important for the trip, like french or their culture and stuff.

she is so excited to spend time with you, especially outside of hawkins. the walks you could go with her, the food you get to taste together, the memories she could make.

"jesus, get yourself together buckley." robin sighed, her thoughts haunting her as she slowly falls asleep.

—

you sat down the bus, going home from another miserable day at hawkins high. flipping through the pages of your book, you see robin hoping on, almost missing the bus.

she ignores the taunts of some of the older kids before spotting you and sitting next to you.

"dunno whats their problem," you look back at the older teens mocking robin — "their probably failing another year anyways." you stated, voice a bit louder. "i hope they fall off of the bus." she sighed.

it's been a few weeks since robin told you about 'operation crossaint' and you two just got back from thanksgiving break.

"so, how was your break?" you ask. "amazing actually, i got a job, and i think i can finally afford tickets for two people to go to europe!" she smiles.

"really? that's great! i saved up a bit and i think we can manage. plus, you know extra money for gifts and stuff." you added.

robin was so beyond excited that you stuck by her, the last few weeks everything had been going the total opposite for her, yet you were still there for her in every moment.

"i also bought a camera recently, and we could bring that to our trip. you know? for memories and stuff, so they last forever." you say as robin nodded, smiling wider than ever.

—

and here you are now!

the past weeks is the probably the best few weeks ever. europe, with robin, together.

you two finally get to experience the europe dream, going to museums, eating in fancy cafes, going on trips on a boat, and just living a life outside of hawkins.

you've been carrying your camera around everywhere, documenting your summer with your person.

and for robin, the past few weeks was somewhat of an awakening for her. she finally could understand herself with the help from you and everything around her.

she now understands why she's been feeling a certain way around certain people, especially you. like butterflies fluttering in her stomach, and how her heart feels like its going to explode.

and that brings you here, on a random hill surrounded by pretty flowers and bright stars above.

"heres one where we were at the fair, the ferris wheel looked so pretty here." you showed robin the pictures you've been taking along the trip.

"oh! and these are some cats near by the water, remember? the ones i told you. gosh, they're just so cute." you smile.

you didn't notice how quiet robin was, you could feel her smile but she hasn't said anything.

you look up and notice that she wasn't looking at your camera like you had been doing. she was looking at you.

"what? do i have something on my face?" you questioned.

in robin's defense, you're really pretty. cherry stained lips, gorgeous hair that just falls in place so perfectly, and the prettiest eyes.

"it's not nice to stare buckley." you chuckle, "you're too pretty not too." she replied.

the tension grew as the moon shined, perfectly reflecting robin's freckles.

she moved closer to you, the smell of your perfume overwhelming her.

she kissed you.

you kissed her.

robin pulled away, realizing what she just did, what you just did. your cherry stained lips now staining her.

"i'm sorry i should've-" robin got cut off, your lips connected to hers again. "don't apologize robs." you say, tucking her hair.

"i like you, like, like like you." robin stated — "i like like you too." you replied.

[quilna]

im not too sure if this is the right account to send this ask to (very sorry if it isnt) but i was curious if youd be willing to chat/ramble about your own personal jekyll and hyde version? i remember having a small talk with you on artfight about your jekyll and hyde version (im dragondog from artfight if youre curious) and my curiosity has been peaked ever since. i need to know more. your own personal jekyll and hyde designs and story seem so interesting but i rarely see you talk about them which i think is just absolutely criminal.

:00000000

The sacred question has been asked - someone has asked about my ocs-

This is a perfectly okay account to ask this to! It's the closest I've got to a Jekyll and Hyde account after all.

Anyway, thank you so much for asking!!! This ask was gnawing at me in a good way for most of the day while I was away from my computer, considering what information to include and how to explain stuff. It was a lot of fun!

I'm also glad you found them interesting!!!

(Also going to say before I start is that my Jekyll and Hyde versions get very self indulgent which is why I usually keep them to myself so some factors about my story might sound rather weird or seem to come out of left field. Just a heads up.)

So I guess the best place to start would probably be with Jekyll and Hyde themselves?

Like the book, the two of them are basically the same person. When Jekyll turns into Hyde and vice versa, nobody 'takes control', it's more like getting high or drunk where they're still the same person but still act quite different or think differently from each other.

However, they do have differing opinions on each other. Hyde, being a less repressed version of Jekyll, understands a lot of Jekyll's emotions better than him. He knows when Jekyll regrets something or cares more than he wants to let on. Though, as much as he can have these realisations, when he turns back into Jekyll, he tends to dismiss them as 'irrational' thoughts brought on by the potion and not worth considering (aka, the repression kicks in and he refuses to entertain any conclusions he came to as Hyde.)

This leads to a lot of frustration and concerns from Hyde. The knowledge that he has to turn back into Jekyll, whereupon anything he's realised about themself, anything that could help them both, will be instantly dismissed by himself the moment he turns back. No matter how much he writes it down or tells it to himself again and again because it's not forgotten, Jekyll just doesn't want to look at it. And he can't just bother Jekyll as a hallucination ghost like most adaptations. When he turns back, Hyde is gone. Like a stain of breath on glass.

This also leads to fear from Hyde towards his alter ego - If Jekyll ever decided the potion wasn't worth his time and threw it away, Hyde would be unable to do anything about it, would be the one throwing it away in fact. He wouldn't be able to scream or protest or anything. And he enjoys being Hyde. It wouldn't really be death but he enjoys being Hyde so much and hates the monotony of Jekyll so much that it would be like a death.

Luckily, Jekyll isn't planning on throwing the potion out because they do feel the same way and Jekyll enjoys taking the potion and being Hyde just as much (even if he would never actually admit that's the reason). The fear is still there though, ever present.

...I've gotten so deep into explaining their relationship that I have not explained anything else yet, whoops.

Both Jekyll and Hyde have some inhuman traits about them since the first transformation. Jekyll has mildly reflective eyes like a cat but it can only be seen in certain lighting so nobody notices. He also moves with a little too much perfection, a little too graceful, a little lacking in the usual human clumsiness.

Hyde, meanwhile, is just very off putting in many ways. For one is his eyes as shown by this diagram that I made for artfight. (Also his teeth, and his insides being green)

His eyes change shape, a bit like a cartoon character. Other people can, in fact, see this and it is, in fact, weird for them. (He can also probably say <3 and everyone else asks how he just did that with his mouth.)

He also changes based on Jekyll's perception of himself and his 'evils'. This means he can get taller or shorter, or become more obviously monstrous or go back to just being a guy with an uneasy feel about him just based on Jekyll's opinions. If Jekyll starts to fear Hyde and view him as a threat, Hyde changes physically to reflect this.

Personality-wise, Jekyll likes to keep control over every aspect of his life, creating perfect schedules for everything that he's going to do in a day, timing each event down to the minute, designing contingencies in case anything unexpected happens. He can be friendly enough to other people for the sake of his image but he still comes across as rather cold and distant.

Hyde, meanwhile, is obviously free of all this and does whatever he pleases. He tends to be loyal and loving, to the point of being a little too obsessed, and is exceedingly open about how he's feeling. He's also incredibly truthful - he almost never lies about anything but will often fae-rule his way out of anyone realising the real truth. For example, he's very open about being Doctor Jekyll but nobody believes him because he'll just drop it into a conversation and won't elaborate or will elaborate in a way that just sounds even more like a lie. And, of course, Jekyll himself will obviously deny it, so...

Besides that, Jekyll keeps three lab rats, Noir, Spot, and Rose who, due to the potion being used on them, can also change shape like Jekyll and Hyde. As such, Hyde tends to take them with him when he goes out.

(Also, smaller headcanon but Hyde tends to repeat words or phrases twice, "Indeed indeed", "What? What?", etc. Just seemed like a fun addition.)

-

Next, Lanyon.

Lanyon and Jekyll are on weird terms because they had a fight years back. After seeing Jekyll's science get more and more dangerous over the years, Lanyon was afraid that he would some day hurt himself in a way he couldn't take back or even die from it. After trying to convince Jekyll to stop for ages, Lanyon finally put their foot down and said that, if Jekyll didn't stop, they would leave.

Both Jekyll and Lanyon deeply regret the argument but neither of them can take it back. Jekyll is too stubborn to admit that he was ever in the wrong and Lanyon can't take it back because then they don't have anything else to hold over Jekyll's head to get him to stop.

At least, that was how the fight was initially.

After the potion was taken, Lanyon, who was very close to Jekyll's mad science experiments and was very used to seeing the signs that Jekyll had done something to himself, was the only person who noticed the change. Seeing Jekyll's new changes terrified Lanyon deeply because he knew Jekyll had done something but he didn't know what. Being a rather skittish person, Lanyon was too scared to speak to Jekyll after that, doing all they could to avoid him.

Maybe things could have continued that way with the two avoiding each other. However, after the fight, Lanyon came out as genderfluid.

They had been meddling with their own gender before in quiet but the fight basically gave Lanyon the midlife crisis moment they needed to go "You know what? I don't care about anyone's opinions. I've seen what caring about ones image did to Jekyll and I don't want to be anything like that."

And so came Hastie and Hattie, two names for the same person, just using different pronouns and names based on what Lanyon felt like at the time.

Jekyll, however, was avoiding hearing anything about Lanyon and completely missed this massive piece of information. Jekyll is also notably, very wrapped up in his own very small world and opinions (also, no internet). He has no idea that transness is a thing.

Hence, Jekyll believes that Hastie and Hattie are not the same person but, instead, brother and sister. Lanyon, meanwhile, who was so open and so gossiped about when they first came out, doesn't even realise that anyone could??? not know????? that they're the same?????? Everyone else knows! They don't even look that different!

This all cumulates in one fateful night where Lanyon, going by Hattie, and Hyde meet. The two of them get along like a house on fire, neither caring much for society's rules and both of them being in some way being shunned for their peculiarities. Hyde is much more outgoing and often pushes Lanyon outside of their comfort zone while Lanyon is more level-headed and can often do the planning and thinking that Hyde neglects to keep them both safe.

All the while, Hyde has no idea that he's talking to Hastie and Lanyon has no idea that they're talking to Jekyll.

Personality-wise Lanyon tends to be very down-to-earth and prefers to do things by the book for the most part. Though this is only for the most part - in terms of dealing with other people, Lanyon gets much more expressive, dressing wildly and often doing strange things like taking live geese into a dinner party. While this does allow them to express themselves in some ways that are beneficial to them, like becoming comfortable with their gender identity, some of these behaviours, like the live geese in the dinner party, are very much a way to push away the people around them, afraid of something going wrong after their experiences with Jekyll.

Until they meet Hyde, Utterson is their only friend (which Utterson is quite concerned about, often trying to encourage Lanyon to make more friends.)

Besides that, Lanyon is fond of gardening, collecting crystals, astrology, and yoga. They dabble with a lot of relaxation stuff like chamomile tea, incense, lavender, etc.

-

Utterson, meanwhile, tends to be the most calm and collected out of the three of them, seemingly unbothered by most of what life throws at him and good at handling even the most stressful situations with ease. Not to mention, he has the most unexpected range of skills and knowledge. Whenever anyone has a problem, he's the number one person to go to for help.

However, for the most part, he fades into the background and tends to remain forgotten until someone needs him for something which leaves him lonely and often desperate for attention while being unable to get it. His work as a lawyer allows him to get fleeting amounts of attention, but it's not quite enough and that often leaves him vulnerable to falling in with bad people.

While Lanyon sees straight through Jekyll, Utterson has fallen quite a bit into seeing Jekyll as innocent and naïve, someone who doesn't fully understand how cruel the world can be and needs to be protected from it. This means, when Hyde shows up and Jekyll changes his will for him, Utterson is quite quickly defensive of Jekyll and aggressive towards Hyde, believing that Hyde has nothing but bad intentions. Hyde, however, is quite head-over-heels for Utterson and determined to seduce him or at least set him up with Jekyll.

While Utterson appears unaffected by anything that crosses his path, this is actually because he has difficulty expressing his emotions, his expression and tone generally remaining static. Only people close to him can generally tell what he's thinking and feeling as a result.

Personality-wise, Utterson is generally quite kindly and generous, often seen giving food and money to the homeless. Though, his morality can be a bit of a roulette wheel at times, willing to do questionable things at times if he deems it for a good enough cause.

In terms of hobbies, he will often bake things for his friends and carried the three of them through university as the only one who could actually cook. He also has a slightly more morbid interest in taxidermy and keeps a room in his house for his work.

(For another smaller headcanon, he and Lanyon tend to get into pun fights, much to Jekyll's agony.)

-

Then there's Lenore Carew (aka, Lisa Carew, she just got renamed along the way). She makes up the third member of Hyde's little friendship squad with Lanyon. An excitable lady with an interest in the occult and monsters. She and Jekyll were once set to be married but, due to a mutual realisation that neither liked the other in that way, they broke it up. Jekyll has been avoiding her ever since, finding the situation awkward, but Hyde is very much down to be friends with her again.

While she does her best to live up to her family name, being as much of a respectable and graceful lady as she can be, in her spare time she'll often sneak out to go running after whatever haunted house or cryptid sighting she's heard of lately.

The actual reason for her interest is because her mother, before she died, was a prophet, gifted with Sight and Lenore, raised with all these stories of her grandeur and powers, is determined to find a way to awaken those same powers in herself.

However, along the way, these powers actually do start to manifest and, as it turns out, a lot scarier and more difficult to control than she ever realised.

Most particularly, sometimes when she looks at Jekyll, she sees something - or someone - else in his place. She has no idea what these visions mean, whether it's a vision from the future, from the past, or something else entirely.

Personality-wise, while she can excitable and often gets ahead of herself, she can be very kind and compassionate towards others, always the first to slow down and check if someone is okay or to offer a hug to those in need. She can also often show a childish side, enjoying stuffed toys, getting along well with kids, or just playing games.

-

Uh, so anyway, there's a bunch more but this post is getting long and I've taken all day with this. If I take much longer, it's going to look like I'm not going to answer. I think this is the stuff that most people would be interested in anyway, Lanyon, Utterson, Jekyll, and Hyde. I'm still missing out an explanation of the worldbuilding itself and the antagonists, not to mention little details and side characters like Poole and such.

I fool around with these characters a lot and that means there's more information than I even remember most of the time until something pops into my head and I go "Ohhhh that plot point. That was fun."

Thank you again for the ask!!!!

[einsatzzz]

For the weirdly specific artist ask game, can you answer 3, 4, and 14 ❤️

Heewwwooo Butter!!! Thank you for sending this, yipeee!!! 🥳🥳💖✨ I rambled too much with #3 (What ideas come from when you were little), I'm putting it last.

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

I already answered this here, but I'll give you another. Lum/ine, Ae/ther, Ei, Xi/ao, Wan/derer and any of my other faves from any Mi/hoyo game that I play, because goddamn! Just look at their outfits! Back when I was still drawing fanarts for Gen/shin, I will die every time just from drawing the details of their clothing. But I was too down horrendous for Lu/mine to just give up on drawing her. So when I switched to drawing Sp/yFam fanarts right after, my art braincells are just "Thank God, this evil Gen/shin obsession has been defeated".

Not gonna lie, with them releasing Oro/ron and Sun/day so close to each other, I'm starting to feel the urge to draw them again...wtf djfbjsd Anyway, if anyone drawing Gen/shin fanart (specifically) comes across this by any chance, here's a lifesaver reference site that I used for their outfits. It made the experience slightly less painful.

14. Any favorite motifs

Motifs where there are opposites of light/darkness and sun/moon, but not exactly presented in a black/white way where you know from a glance which is the absolute good and which is the absolute evil. It's more of like ying yang, where there's "complementary and at the same time opposing forces" or that "in kindness, there's evil; in evil, there's kindness". I believe the gray blur where each of these sides converge is the best place ever to explore in fiction.

3. What ideas come from when you were little

The concept itself of making a comic! When I was around...I guess around 4th to 5th grade? Around ten years old or less? I remember drawing this comic of an original story I had back then. I think the setting is something like a historical drama in Ko/rea.

That's because even in the late 2000's and early 2010s, kd/ramas were popping off so hard in PH, almost every adult I knew were watching them. It would always play in the background whenever I'm doing homework or when my mother is tutoring me. The titles I can remember were Je/wel in the Pa/lace and Queen Se/ondok (<-OK I GOTTA CONFESS THIS ONE CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY).

Anyway, my younger self got so into this original comic story, I probably ended up drawing up to like half a ream of papers? sdjfbjshvfshd It's all traditional drawings with short bond papers with just a shitty ballpoint black pen. I was ten years old(?), so it definitely looked not so good. It's a secret project so I'm the only one who knows about it and I also hid it under our cabinet like it's some lemon fanfic hahaha (it's more action, tragedy with a bit of romance) I think it's because of that bit of romance that I hid it out of embarrassment, also the papers were actually supposed to be for when we need to print something for school projects, so I think I thought I was gonna get scolded for "wasting" them. I'm not about risk myself getting whooped with either a slipper, belt or broom bro 💀💀💀

I think what happened after that is for when your art perception improves but ur art skills can't catch-up, so I kind of had an art block and wasn't satisfied with it anymore. Then I ripped the pages and threw the entire thing away dsjvfhdsfvshdf 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 I wish I didn't 🗿🗿🗿🗿🗿 I have no start point to compare my current art with anymore and I can't even remember the story or the OCs that I had in there anymore.

Anyway, I'm making up for it now by making comics seriously fr fr and I won't be deleting it even if a ten-wheeler art block truck hits me and runs me over.

This question made me look through the oldest fandom account I can remember, for possible old arts and it's actually so funny/embarrassing how passive-aggressive 14 year old me is. Someone commented "I don't like this ship! This character is only mine!" on a rarepair ship fanart I showed to the group and 14-year old me replied "I understand your feelings, but you're not his only fan so keep that to yourself next time ^_^" ajvfsghdcghsdcds other interactions are also full of haterism energy it makes me go GHURL STOP!!! 😭😭😭😭 THAT'S SO MEAN!!! This 14 year old is a wholeass different person, who does this bitch think they are?!

[intervalart]

I absolutely love your art of Sundown, he’s one of my favorites (next to Akira) 🙂 honestly he’s hilarious in the Dominion of Hate, he’ll literally fight Akira for no reason, he’s got this “tired single dad handling 6 kids” energy to him, and he even like…scolds Oersted? It sounded like? (His voice actor, Reagan Murdock, played Aki Hayakawa in this anime called Chainsaw Man, so i guess he has experience with voicing a guy who needs to wrangle teenagers 😅) do you happen to have any hcs for him?

I'M SO SORRY IT'S TAKING ME SO LONG TO GET TO THESE ASKS, i'm packing to move, so that's taking up most of my time and energy ;;;v;;;

BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH WAAAAAAA, I'm glad you like how I draw the schüt man <333 (who has somehow accidentally become The Muse, whoops lol)

Sadly there are currently no in-game dialogues showing how he interacts with the other party members (party banter like octopath is a common DLC request), but Mad Dog has a line about Sundown "being bad with the little ones", which is either Mad Dog's interpretation based on what he wants to see, or Sundown's stoicism and bluntness really does tend intimidate the kids. (I don't watch CSM so I will take your work for it... But I'm sure Mr. Murdock does a great job! He has a great voice for it...)

But from what we do know for sure (from his recruitment quest and his dialogue to Sin when out of the party of the final 4) is he is very tired, and wants nothing to do with you.

tbh that's part of the reason I'm fascinated with him, is in a whole party full of spunky/quirky anime youngsters who have Psychic powers, martial arts, laser canons, ninja powers, etc. (the oldest being Masaru who's usually hc'd at 25 years old for the meme).... there's just. A guy. Maybe late 30s/early 40s. With a gun.

People joke about Masaru being the Straight Man (which is true to some extent), but I feel like he handles the weirdness a bit better than Sundown does, just on account of his adaptable nature. If Mad Dog's reaction to O. Dio's true form was any indication, supernatural stuff is... Not normal for their time period. So I think Sundown is much more the Straight Man in the DoH just cuz he stands out so much from everyone else. (not that he isn't silly in his own way... he's based on Clint Eastwood ffs lol)

...and I wrote all of this text without even getting to my headcanons, so if that isn't any a warning for how much I can ramble about him at length, then let this cut should tell you. (you asked, sorry not sorry lol)

So warning in advance, there's gonna be a teeny bit of overlap with Mad Dog hcs on some of these because of how much the two intertwine with each other. They kinda come as a package deal.

Some of my hcs you've probably seen in this comic. Most notably; not just the survivor's guilt, but also in the panic of the raid on the town and the flurry of using the Hurricane Shot, he's not entirely sure if he only shot the invading bandits. :( He worried he might have gotten some townsfolk in there too. (Mostly illustrated on pages 5-6 when all the figures kinda blend together)

At the time I made the comic I thought it was just a theory that he'd placed the bounty on himself, I somehow missed the fact that it was canon. But the fact that it is canon definitely drives home both the survivor's guilt, and him fearing death despite having a death wish. (There's much easier ways to off yourself homie, you don't gotta have a bizarre death ritual with randos obsessed with fame and glory... </3)

On the earlier topic, he might not so much be bad with kids, as he is... blunt. He doesn't sugar coat stuff, and he's probably very hands-off. If he really was the respected sheriff of [Unnamed Town], he probably had some experience with kids in the past, but I suspect between the trauma and some degree of wanting to keep everyone else safe, he's cold and aloof on purpose. He was probably more sociable before The Incident. (Much like a certain blond knight)

But he does work well with others in the DoH and is brief but polite to everyone, even the younger characters. (I cry every time he says "thanks" or "sorry" when another party member heals him... TT0TT)

All that aside, some of the more domestic hcs:

• I think Sunny is very skilled at sewing!! Living out in the wilds and not having access to new clothes very often/if at all means he had to get good at repairing his own clothes. And between sleeping out under the stars and the bullet holes, he has plenty of practice... (MD called him girly for it once, and with a completely straight face, Sunny said "Why do you think being self-sufficient is inherently feminine...?". MD never mentioned it again.)

• The trade-off however is that he's... Not an amazing cook. Everything is either eaten raw or roasted over a fire, and he doesn't have a ton of access to spices and herbs in the wilds... Very utilitarian in his cooking methods.

• That ties into the next point; the dude's got a cast iron stomach. If the guy can canonically down an infinite number of glasses of milk (LONG after most adults develop lactose intolerance), the guy can eat pretty much anything. Including whatever rattlesnakes (and cactus) he found to eat.

• This is actually canon, but he does know Spanish. If not fluently, at least enough to understand it but not speak it. (I hc him as fluent though.)

• Sunny is probably a very skilled dancer! If for no other reason other than dodging bullets for years lmao. MD catches a glimpse once. Sunny looks him dead in the eyes and says "No one will ever believe you."

• I've already discussed this, but Sunny probably used to be left-handed, and either due to societal necessity or an injury, he became ambidextrous!

• Now that I'm thinking about it actually, I drew Young Sundown in the comic with much less facial hair to just make him look younger... But it actually makes sense that between the depression (and possibly self loathing), he kinda uses the facial hair as like... A mask? Like, so he doesn't have to see himself in a way? (I might be reading too much into it, the OG art does show he shapes his scruff and it's not completely unkempt, so maybe it started as Depression Scruff, and he just shaves it as best he can with a knife lol)

• I used to hc that he didn't name his horse because he didn't want to get attached. (He just calls it Horse) But after talking to another Really Cool Wild West Artist in the JP fandom, it's not impossible that he could have had the same horse the entire time... So that's not a hill I need to die on lol.

• For obvious reasons, he's a hard guy to get to laugh. If he does, it's usually wry and understated. But on the rare occasion he does genuinely laugh, he's more inclined to stifle it at first, more out of habit than anything else. It takes a lot to get him rolling in the aisles.

...But that's getting into BBFF territory, which is a whole 'nuther post, and definitely not something I have rambled about at length and stored on a hidden discord server.

AND that's not talking about my Mad Dog hcs......

-gripping you anon- Do you see why I am in hell.

[timperi-fan]

Your timperi playlist is so good!!!! I wasn't expecting some of the song choices but they fit so well???? and it was fun trying to guess from wich pov they were and how they fit in the fic's story.

Its a little silly, but I got a bit excited when I played the songs that I already knew, thinking of them in the context of this ship/fic. Like, little talks??? amnesia??? HURTS LIKE HELL???? PLEASE DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME????? I WANNA ME YOURS????? PINK!!! IN!!! THE!!! NIGHT!!!?????

I'm truly obsessed with this playlist <3

Also, Rewrite the Stars being there made me think of that one scene people used to redraw as their own ships when the movie first came out (I think it was Zack Efron and Zendaya's characters first meeting, idk I haven't actually seen the movie xD) and I couldn't help thinking about Timmy and Peri in that scene, someone should draw that *winkwink*

Also! The cover art is really cute, could you tell me where you found it?

(also!! i just saw your new post about ILITAYH and i'm. so. excited!!! -especially for the horniness and the tears ;) )

Link to the playlist.

Thank you so much, anon!! 🥺 I spent DAYS getting that playlist exactly perfect (instead of actually writing the fic, whoops) so I am so glad to see others enjoying it!!

Some songs are from Timmy's POV, some are from both, but most of them are Peri's. He's the main character, after all.

The playlist has a couple of different "sections." The first eight songs fall under Part 1: Brothers, which is all before Timmy lost his memory. Hence why these songs gradually get more melancholy, despite being tinged with hope, as the inevitable approaches.

Part 2: Alone, is... Exactly what it sounds like. These songs on the playlist get more depressing as Peri's explosive grief simmers into a constant state of depression over time. These songs do follow the five stages of grief very loosely — but I have a specific song in mind to fit "acceptance." See if you can guess which one it is :)

Part 3: Strangers, is the part of the playlist where Timmy and Peri meet again, as adults. I don't have a clearly defined point where this bleeds into Part 4: Friends, or a point where it becomes Part 5: Love. I guess that's okay, though! It suits them, because Peri and Timmy couldn't define those stages of their relationship if you asked them, either, lol!

A lot of the songs in the middle of the playlist are more for ~vibes~ than story beats. A lot of the "I don't want to be in love with you" type songs are meant to represent Peri's inner turmoil... But in the fic proper, he's repressing the hell out of those thoughts! He experiences the denial and the self-hatred and the regret all at once, after his relationship with Timmy reaches a point where Peri can no longer deny it :)

The mutual pining part of the playlist is my favorite! See this stretch of songs? ↓↓

These are actually POV switches! They go from Peri to Timmy to Peri to Timmy etc for a while, as they both grapple (or, in Timmy's case, don't grapple) with their feelings. It's so fun having Peri's sadder, longing, soulful songs about desire and struggling to accept that right next to Timmy's upbeat, bouncing songs about how they are perfect together and he wants Peri so bad, haha 💕

Part 6: Together settles towards the end, filled with love songs that become softer as they bleed into the "epilogue" of the playlist, Part 7: Forever.

Timmy and Peri's relationship in ILITAYH will not go this smoothly, ha! Nor will it necessarily end how the playlist implies that it does. But there are some hints in the last two songs as to how the fic will conclude :)

But, yeah >_< I can literally ramble about every single song on that playlist and how it relates to TimPeri. Do not feel silly, anon, I promise that not only am I more deranged about them than you, but I am beyond happy to have someone as excited about this playlist as I am!!

[cod-thoughts]

Sorry you got some bad news, I hope you're doing okay <3 Numbers for the ask game; 4, 7, 38 please!

I'll be fine, it's just stuff on top of stuff on top of stuff so uhh not the best time and i have my finals starting in a few days too so its uhhh not great but i'll be fine it is what it is :O

Ask game in question!

4: How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

Oh boy theres a LOT, i use notion to like keep track of all my ideas cause it syncs nicely and its a good archive, i dont use it to write cause the spell check sucks lol but its good storage. The problem with that system tho is the moment i get an idea i jot it down there so theres currently 47 ramblings and ideas, some are similar so i eventually combine them! I did a random number generator to pick the idea lol and it was number 13: reverse dating trope, basically people not believing that a couple is together! Havent decided who yet but its probably gonna end up as a 5+1 knowing me lol

7: Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This was hard, mostly cause i dont think most of my stuff is that good but id have to say this section from day 1 of ghostpriceweek and its probably the work im most proud of to this day, i just think it flowed so well and that their voices are really solid. Here's a part of it that i like for no particular reason:

"He’d finished heating up a tin of beans, stirring it absently before putting the lid on it to keep it warm, and set the kettle on for tea, knowing Price would be done soon. The small tasks felt grounding, almost domestic—there’s that word again, strange but, maybe, it was what had been playing at the edges of his mind for a while now. This rare ease, this strange new rhythm. Ghost found himself watching the steam rising from the kettle, a bit lost in the warmth that filled the air.

He wasn’t quite sure when it happened—when the lines between Price as a superior, a mentor, had blurred into something… more. It was a disquieting thought, one he’d been trying to keep at bay, though not with much success. And here he was, cooking up beans and making tea, so utterly settled in Price’s presence that the prospect of leaving, of returning to the job, made him feel something uncomfortably close to hollow.

He never imagined this was even possible for him. To be alive and wanting something so fiercely. To want a life outside of being a soldier. It was all he ever knew but as the kettle clicked and he made them a cup each, exactly how Price liked it, it hit him like a blow: this was it. This was what he wanted, more than he’d ever wanted anything.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Price emerged, towelling his hair. He’d discarded his usual gear in favour of an old grey t-shirt, soft and worn, that clung to his still-damp skin. He looked… ordinary. Beautifully ordinary. Ordinary was the wrong word entirely for that man, Ghost realised, because there was something extraordinary in the way Price took up space, in how naturally he filled the room."

38: Talk about a review that made your day.

OOO this was somehow even harder omg i love every comment or tag i get they all bring me immense joy, even if its just a bunch of emojis i love it thank you <33 but i will say that these in particular made my day as it was an absolute mess of a day and i was really doubting everything; about to delete said story but @nekrosmos the angel that he is dropped this in the tags and so did @jgvfhl (excuse the light-mode my desktop for some reason decided its in light-mode lol) and it made me literally light up and altered my brain chemistry for that whole day so thank you both genuinely <33 and sorry for the random tag whoops

[drbtinglecannon]

Why hello there buddy, hope you didn't think you weren't gonna get an ask in return >w> So hey for that fic ask, how about numbers... 1, 11, 29, 39, 50, and 75! And yee same, just however many you feel like answering :D

Haha I actually forgor so this is a lovely surprise! ^^

Hell yeah I will answer all of them! 💪💪 Unless I already did, I think I got a few of these before

1. Do you daydream before you write, or go for it as soon as the idea strikes?

I did answer that here! But basically I daydream a LOT but sometimes that keeps me from finishing the fic because it's like "I already wrote it" in my head, and other times I will just go for it and finish the idea in one sitting but that really only works for one-shots (which is most of what I write anyway). The fic I posted yesterday I just wrote it as the idea came to me

11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

I used to force myself to slog through writing everything in order, but it killed so many wip by making me bored of the idea because I wasn't writing the fun bits yet, so now I jump around haha. Which does sometimes create issues when I start bridging the bits together and have to tweak or completely cut stuff, but it overall keeps me writing more and helps my creativity flowing by quickly getting down the parts I want to and building around them

39. What's your most self-indulgent wip?

29. What's something about your writing that you're proud of?

Also answered here! But sure I can give myself another compliment I earned it!

I'm proud of how my writing has improved over the years. Obviously any skill gets better the more you work it (I say as someone who typically gets distressed and will immediately drop something if I'm not instantly perfect at it 👍) but it's been really satisfying seeing my writing get good enough to be in a couple zines and having people enjoy what I've shared :) so thanks everyone who's ever been nice to my writing haha

For something that's almost done, it's a joke about a trope I never thought I'd write that got way too out of hand and sentimental instead of just quick dirty horny lol. Whoops ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

As far as planned out but not close to being done writing wise, it's a long fic for an obscure ot3 that died pre-canon and it's following the development of their relationships before exploding into their individual horrific deaths, and then maybe a sequel that follows a slightly canon divergent yet still canon compliant idea of what sets about the trainwreck leading to their deaths. Including me it'll maybe have 4 fans haha, but that's fine I love the concept and am having fun daydreaming about it. It's extremely self-indulgent to the point it's embarrassing

50. How would you describe your writing style?

1% evil (syntax) 99% hot gas (banter)

Hahah, but yeah I think I really thrive with conversation but I also really really enjoy working sentences until they bleed (aka I gave up) to convey as much info and emotion as I can without being too wordy, because outside of writing stories/fic/poems I'm an rambling mess that says "like" and "fuck" far too much haha! It's my only time to be concise ✌️

75. Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn't expect?

My first ever fic both that I wrote and posted. It blew up a lot more than I ever expected or hoped, and it still gets kudos regularly and comments occasionally, and is still by far my most popular fic haha

Unfortunately that causes me the tiniest 🤏 amount of psychic damage each time because while I'm thrilled people still enjoy it and that it's been read by so many people, it does not hold up to my current writing skills by any means. Oh boy it is rough around the edges haha

[redkingsjester]

hi (vibrating uncontrollably w happiness) mp100 is my fav manga i legit remember where i was when it ended (i cried) and reimob is literally one of the only ships in media ever i have ever liked. you're my friend now (politely)

may i get a reiace lore dump or acemob or just anything about your self-ship lore if you'd like to :333

OMG HIII this ask made me SO happy oh my god!!!!! mob psycho is SO good i love it so much and im so glad u are also a reimob connoisseur its so so good. its basically the dynamic i base reiace on shhh its a secret (its not a secret sorry mob)

LONGISH ramble under the cut about selfship lore thats kinda disjointed thoughts and feelings and tw for mentions of age gaps, grooming, sibling incest etc

RAHH okay so i have two main "timelines" if you will for ace: one where he just, completely replaces mob and is a kageyama. for the most part, this one follows the events of the show, except with ace lol. (sorry mob i love you i swear) ace is more liberal about using his powers than mob is, and hes not quite as powerful, but hes still powerful and trusts reigen so so much. i love to play around with how they got together, but i loove ace that looks up to reigen so much and has a huge crush on him and wants to be together so bad, and eventually reigen gives innn. ace's name is aoi kageyama, and hes transmasc. hes thankful that his given name is gender-neutral, and tries to be stealth as possible (as much as a 14 y/o can). hes stealth at school, and generally people dont know, but there are rumors of course and he gets bullied for this + his powers a lot. he doesnt like fighting back with his powers so he just kinda takes it. his parents in this are very supportive, but aren't around as much, and theyre not very financially well off. this leads to lots of time with just him and ritsu alone, and they have a pretty codependent relationship as hes kinda raised him even though theyre pretty close in age. especially because even though they dont say it, ace can sense that his parents prefer ritsu; hes smarter, hes more althetic, etc.

this is why he initially sought out spirits and such; a small, frail, 10 y/o ace shows up at reigens doorstep and asks him if hed hire him, hes really good at fighting ghosts he promises! reigen takes pity on him and takes him on as his apprentice, paying him a bit more than mob gets in the show lol. ace comes to be really handy for exorcisms, and early on reigen starts calling him "ace" because hes "the ace up his sleeve" when it comes to tricky jobs!! (this is where i get my ship tags from hehe) ace really likes this name and prefers it over his given name, although he doesnt hate it per se.

as time goes on, ace hangs around the office more and more, helping reigen in his various jobs. with his parents gone so much, they start to hang out more after work too; going to dinner together, spending time together, even sleeping over or going to overnight jobs to farther away onsens and inns. they grow close, much closer, and eventually they get together!! i like reigen getting touchier and touchier until they actually do stuff and whoops cant hide your feelings about this anymore!!

(this version of things doesnt always include mob, but im including him in this bc ive been loving thinking about reimobace lately <33) in the other one, ace's name is aoi hayashi. his parents died when he was young, leaving him and his sister to live by themselves. they inherited a house and money, and are doing okay, but with just eachother their relationship gets even more intimate than it was before. his older sister is a NEET and a hikikomori, doing nothing but staying in their house and mostly in her room. shes also an esper, though not a very powerful one. she drops out of school, but ace continues, where he is bullied a lot. one day when hes around 11, he gets trapped in an alleyway by some older bullies, and his powers almost go out of control - but who would be walking by than a 28 y/o mob? mob is able to control ace's powers, deal with the bullies, and take him back to spirits and such to treat his injuries. mob and reigen are together (and have been since mob was ~15 or so) and run spirits and such together, although reigen continues to be the face of the company. (honestly i havent thought about where serizawa and tome would fit into this…so pretend theyre not here for now lmao) mob helps out with the real spirits, of course, and him and reigen are sweeties together <33 mob tells ace that hes a powerful esper too, and if he wants, he can train under him to control his powers and do some good in the world. ace is thrilled, he hasnt had any nice older figures in his life like ever, and loves the attention and care he gets from mob and reigen. and since its just him and his sister (and she barely leaves her room to know where he is at any given time anyway) he spends a lot of time with mob and reigen after work; after a certain point, its almost like he lives at their place rather than his own.

they all get together at some point; the specifics vary depending on how fucked up i wanna make it lol. right now im thinking of them grooming him to be with them, esp considering hes already been groomed and has experience, they take advantage of that (since reigen groomed mob) and its totally normal and theyre sweet. i think mob would be pretty possessive of ace; he doesnt want him to get hurt in the way hes gotten hurt before, and he also hates how ace gets bullied so often. i like to think ace gets kidnapped a lot by people trying to get to mob (since hes the worlds most powerful psychic after all) and they have to come rescue him a lot <33 reigen loves both of his younger boyfriends and i Really like the idea of ace being able to give reigen his powers like mob does in the show and then two very powerful espers have their way with him <3333333 my fav ever.

BUT YEAJ SORRY THIS IS SO LONG IM JUST VERY EXCITED feel free to send me asks anytime or dm me to ask for my discord id love to chat ab mob psycho or anything really!!!!!!!! TYSM