#that one person that calls them disaster twins is so right

[miiuxue]

what are they up to…

[colourstreakgryffin]

Halooo!!!

Can I have some headcanons on what's it like being the miya twin's little sister? Like how each act with their sis and all? (who also may or may not have a crush on sakusa hehe)

Hmmm! Okay! I’ll try this out! Been a while since I’ve even touched Haikyuu so let’s see if I remember the Miya Twins enough to write for them! Also… these pretty short tbh! Sorry! Hope, it’s okay!

Older Brothers! Osamu Miya and Atsumu Miya

God. You think the Miya Twins being just with each other is bad enough? Nope. It’s even more chaotic when you throw their little sister into the bunch. It’s a big ball of mess and disaster

Osamu prefers you to be independent and teaches you to cook so you can care for yourself. Atsumu, on the other hand, wants you to always rely on him so he can take care of you

Hence why the twins bicker and fight over you. They have contrasting ways of treating you and it annoys both of them. Osamu is more responsible and level-headed whilst Atsumu is more wild and rambunctious. Osamu bonds with you over painting and café hangouts, Atsumu bonds with you over arcade visits and general mischief

Osamu wants his little sister to behave as a good, functional, well-mannered lady of society whilst Atsumu believes his twin is trying to control their sister and tries to encourage you to be whoever you want to be. Osamu doesn’t like his twin trying to support their sister being destructive

Like with the laidback and stern parent. You got the laidback older brother and the stern older brother. Atsumu treats you like a old friend and doesn’t mind being so open and casual like Osamu is more like a protective momma bear and wants you to never take influence from Atsumu

I swear. Osamu isn’t controlling, he just wants the best for you. He just can’t keep his twin from convincing you to go rob a store— go hold Aran at gunpoint— go have fun by pulling a prank on Sakusa

Speaking on Sakusa. Your brothers are not happy with your crush on Sakusa. You’re younger than him and he is so bland and lifeless. You deserve so much better and detaching you from this crush is one of the only times Osamu and Atsumu will willingly work together, instead of fighting over opposing views. They both agree you deserve better than their own teammate

Should Sakusa even just talk to you, Osamu and Atsumu are pouncing on him right away and trying to threaten his ass into avoiding you like the plague. It’s protective, loving intentions but wrongly executed big brother behaviour(whilst Atsumu has it worst, Osamu is as tame as possible). You wish they weren’t so protective over you…

Osamu prefers handholding where you have your own space, Atsumu loves holding by the shoulder so there is no personal space

Osamu is very proud but hides it under his mellow, strong character whilst Atsumu acts on his pride and brags. Anytime you win a reward, Osamu’s recording you getting the reward for both himself and his parents to admire whilst Atsumu is being your biggest cheerleader, loud and wildly calling out your praises

The Twins would prefer you do not watch their Volleyball match practice but do attend their official games. Having your approval and feeling your pride towards them helps make them feel unstoppable

Overall. These brothers have contrasting treatment of you but the things they share is that they love you so much, that they’ll support and adore you, that they’ll always protect you and that you’re better than everybody around you

It’s pretty cute how affectionate and lovey-dovey and cuddly these twins are to you. Atsumu will express his affections outloud and in public with no shame, Osamu prefers to do it in private, domestic locations since his self-awareness is too high and his protectiveness is as high

[awesomeferret10]

Concept:

That Angela and Shayne clip where Angela is crying over Tow Mater and Shayne is literally pointing and laughing but make it siblings.

Angela and Chanse are the youngest and twins (like 7), Then Tommy (9), and then Shayne and Damien are the older set of twins (10). They’re all watching Cars, when Shayne makes a comment about Tow Mater. Angela defends, Shayne doubles down. Suddenly Angela is sobbing about Tow Mater. Tommy is trying his best to comfort her, Damien is having an out of body experience. Chanse knows shit is going down. They’re all doing the older sibling thing of trying to get her to stop crying because “shh be quiet be quiet our parents will hear you and we’ll get in trouble stop crying seriously stop”. Shayne is. Not. Doing that.

Shayne is pointing and laughing.

Shayne is not stopping pointing and laughing despite Damien and Tommy’s best attempts.

Dad and Papa hear the commotion and come to investigate.

The others decide Shayne has dug his own grave.

Ian is a little baffled and a little on Shayne’s side and also a little proud his children are this weird.

According to Anthony siding with Shayne is not correct parenting in this situation. So Ian does his best to use Dad Lecture Voice™.

Shayne is now in Trouble (with the capital T)

Shayne continues to laugh and will not just say that Mater is good actually.

Angela is still crying.

Shayne is grounded.

No one feels sorry for him.

Besides Angela who actually doesn’t care that much about Tow Mater, and rather just enjoys a good performance along with an older siblings panic.

She’s pretty sure this was not worth it.

Especially since now she’s known as the Tow Mater lover of the family, a false personality trait she’s sure will haunt her for the rest of her life. It’ll likely be brought up at her wedding.

Shayne still frequently makes comments about how stupid Tow Mater is. He has not learned his lesson and will do something like this again.

Ian is still a little bit on Shayne’s side.

Anthony is wondering why on earth he returned to this disaster of a family when he had been free. (He’s also unbelievably fond of his idiotic stubborn children. As well as his idiotic stubborn husband who maintains that if they had left them to work it out on their own Shayne could have convinced the others that Tow Mater was mediocre.)

(Angela was right, it was brought up in both her dad, her papa’s, and two of her older brother’s wedding speeches. (Shayne called Tow Mater sub par in his speech, Angela considered crying for the bit.). Her in-laws now believe she had a deep and passionate obsession with Tow Mater as a child)

Yeah anyway concept over would love to be talented enough to actually write this as a crack fic and maybe I’ll take a shot at it somewhere down the line but I just rewatched that clip and this scene was haunting me and I needed to get it out somewhere.

[bigboysteveharrington]

Robin and Steve getting roped into playing DnD but they show up with one character sheet for the both of them and the character’s a girl so Eddie turns to Steve and asks “What about your character?”

Steve tells him, “That is my character.” So Eddie looks a little closer at it and assumes he chose a girl so that he could design a character to have traits he’d find hot without any thought for how useful any of what he was choosing would be (and Eddie is mostly correct, but he doesn’t know that the character is the product of Robin and Steve compromising and working together to make one sexy badass lady that fulfilled their collective fantasy or that they had an extended debate about which of the sexiest weapon options would be the most practical in a life or death situation)

Eddie turns to Robin and asks, “Okay. Then what about your character? Did you even make one?” And Robin doesn’t hesitate to tell him, “That’s my character too.” And Steve proudly adds, “We came up with it together.” And it’s very clear that he and Robin are oblivious to how on edge everyone else in the room is while they wait for Eddie’s reaction to them doing the most basic task completely wrong because they’re both just smiling dopily and clearly think they’ve done a great job

Eddie sighs heavily. He’s on the verge of exploding and trying and failing to keep his voice calm as he says, “You can’t have two of the same character.”

And Robin says, “Oh, we’re not playing as two of her. We’re both the same character.” And everyone is just staring at them in shock not saying anything so Steve fills the silence with a proud, “We’re a package deal.”

And Eddie is using up every last shred of self control he has to not yell in their faces about how stupid they are, but he’s still obviously upset as he barks out “That’s not how it works. You have to make your own characters.”

And Steve insists, “No, we figured it out... On our own? We’re disasters. But if we could morph into one person? We’d be unstoppable.” And Robin adds, “We’ll roll and decide what we’re going to do together. It’ll be just like we’re one player.”

And Eddie doesn’t even know where to start, so he snaps, “Even setting aside the fact that you think you’d somehow become invincible if you managed to morph into one person, the character you two made doesn’t resemble either of you. At all. This isn’t you combining into some unstoppable force. Clearly, neither of you have any clue what you’re doing. Combining your forces is just turning you into two haves of one whole idiot.”

And before Eddie can keep ranting, Steve emphatically says, “That’s exactly what we are. So why split us up?” And Eddie stares at him incredulously, wondering how he didn’t pick up on the insult, then turns on Dustin and accuses, “I thought you said you got the Wonder Twins ready. You didn’t tell them to make another character?”

Dustin defends himself with, “They wanted to make their characters on their own. I loaned them my Player’s Handbook and told them what they needed... They called when they had questions. It sounded like they knew what they were talking about. I assumed they made their own.”

Erica sounds super skeptical as she asks, “Steve read a book?” And Eddie is shocked that that’s where Steve finally decides to draw the line and react to being insulted. Steve complains, “Hey!” But he knows damn well that Robin was the one explaining what the book meant to him. But still… that doesn’t mean he didn’t read any of it or that he was incapable of it. It was just easier when Robin took over wading through the technical terms.

Robin ignores Steve and Erica and focuses on Eddie as she insists, “Two halves of one whole idiot is better than two idiots that have no idea what they’re doing, right? If we’re going to be a liability to everyone else anyway, wouldn’t you rather there just be one of us?”

And she has a point so Eddie groans and reluctantly agrees, “Fine. You can be one character.” And Steve and Robin grin because they are far more excited about that and about the coming up with a character together part than they are about the actual game…

That is until they get far enough into the game to understand what’s going on and they start taking every choice Very Seriously. Eddie won’t ever admit it out loud, but once they start to get the hang of things, he does see the benefit of them playing as one person. Robin brings strategy and problem solving skills and Steve knows what to do with their character in a battle. Plus, they both have a lot of random knowledge on wildly different topics from everyone else in the room and sometimes that is a hindrance, but sometimes it’s an advantage too. And somehow they collectively think differently enough from the other more practiced players that they keep Eddie on his toes trying to be prepared for whatever they might bring up and then still being shocked by some of the choices they talk each other into and he ends up improvising a lot to keep up with their unexpected questions and choices and he hates to admit it, but it does add another layer of fun to things

[paradimeshifts7]

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Desperado (You better let somebody love you)

Rated E | 164k | Exes to lovers

Twelve years after tire tracks and shattered trust, Wayne's illness brings Eddie back to Hawkins.

Once Bitten (Twice Shy)

Rated E | 22k | Christmas fic

Steve’s relationship with Christmas had always been tenuous, to say the least, but it didn’t help that this was the first Christmas he would be suffering through since his ex-girlfriend had snatched up his self-esteem and taken off running the year before.

He knew it was the intrinsically romantic quality of the holiday season, and nothing more. Just his lonely bones after a year of healing from heartbreak.

But Eddie's arms around him when he needed them most were starting to feel a lot like love.

Silk Chiffon

Rated E | 6k | Library smut

Steve and Eddie visit Robin and Nancy at Emerson, and a casual stroll through the library stacks turns into the best blowjob of Steve's goddamn life.

Tooth and Nail

Rated E | 113k | Punk pop slow burn

Eddie told himself that he was done, because he wouldn’t survive another heartbreak at that boy’s hands. But he really, really needs someone to open for them on tour.

Steve has a fist full of letters by the time he arrives in Los Angeles, but the Eddie Munson he knew is nowhere to be found. Left to make sense of this new version of the friend he once bared his soul to, Steve’s just trying not to fall off the fucking deep end again.

Lover, Come Over

Rated E | 15k | EMT Eddie/Divorcee Steve

Steve Harrington is the last person Eddie expects to see sitting on the curb when he responds to the call, but there he is, looking like absolute hell.

Sometimes, love is right on time.

Apple Pie (Baked Just Right)

Rated M | 4k | Food as a love language

Three times Steve silently says "I love you", and the one time Eddie says it back.

This Little Light of Mine

Rated E | 4k | Dad fic

It begins with a cough.

Just a dry, brittle thing that starts up one Friday morning over rice cereal and apple juice.

One look at Rosie, and Eddie knew she’d pull through just fine. Kids get sick, a simple fact of life. Something Steve, surely, is aware of.

Right?

Star Light, Star Bright

Rated E | 4k | Soulmates, Dreams

Steve swore he never dreamt before the age of sixteen, his nights spent swimming alone through dark, formless slumber until suddenly — he was no longer alone.

At age twenty, he finds himself staring into a pair of familiar eyes.

The Very Thought of You

Rated E | 65k | Jazz AU

The jazz music scene explodes when world-renowned pianist Eddie Munson is spotted getting cozy with a mystery man in New York City. Journalists have managed to link the pretty face to the prestigious Harrington name, an old money family with business all over the globe and a direct link to Diana Harrington, famous jazz starlet. But reports of bad trades and schemes gone wrong are beginning to muddy the waters of this particular love story, and it’s only a matter of time before the real origins of this torrid affair emerge.

The Poem You Make of Me

Rated E | 7k | Touch-starved wlw

“Could I?” She asks, barely a whisper.

“Could you what?”

“Take care of you,” Eddie says, ducking down to press a slow kiss to Stevie’s shoulder, pausing to murmur against her skin. “Make you feel good.”

Soft as Sin (Let Me In)

Rated E | 2k | pwp

Steve Harrington was drunk, although not as drunk as he wanted to be. Definitely not drunk enough to distract him from the fact that Eddie was sleeping no more than six feet away, the curves of his body laid out on the twin bed blurred in the dark. Despite the constant swimming in his head, Steve lay still, having to remind himself to breathe every couple of moments lest he pass out from the sheer apprehension.

Sugar’s Sweet (And So Is He)

Rated E | 42k | Sugar baby Steve/lit professor Eddie

The sugar baby!Steve and lit professor/author!Eddie au, wherein Eddie is a disaster at fine dining, and Steve helps him out.

Among the Wildflowers

Rated E | 28k | Steddie BB ‘23

It was easy, letting go. At least, that’s what Eddie told himself as he watched Hawkins fade to a tiny smudge on the horizon, his whole life packed into the van and Wayne’s old truck as they fled the Indiana tree line for the high mountain valleys of Idaho. Amidst the hot, dry air and sweet sagebrush, Eddie’s mind wandered, crawling back night after night under a blanket of stars to the golden boy he left behind and the chasm in his chest that used to house his heart — whistling and waiting, a near eternal ache.

Home came together slowly, and then all at once when Steve Harrington showed up on his doorstep a year later — haggard and worn, searching for something among the wildflowers.

A tale of death, birth, and the promise of green.

Some Kind of Angel

Rated E | 6k | Accidental subspace

The one where Eddie yells at Steve, and Steve accidentally goes into subspace about it.

Strawberry Fields

Rated E | 19k | Small town romcom

So close to earning his Emmy and the life he's always wanted, Steve sets off with a cameraman to the tiny town of Mt. Harding, hoping to catch a glimpse of a winter solstice phenomenon held secret by locals. It’s not exactly the gig he’s always dreamed of, but he’ll make it work. The only problem is that he has to do it with Eddie Munson.

The Moon Doesn’t Mind

Rated E | 14k | Unconventional omegaverse

Stuck in the Upside Down, Steve and Eddie are forced to reckon with what they’ve become, and what they’ve always been.

Monster. Inhuman. Changed.

In the Garden, Under Your Hand

Rated E | 23k | Community garden au

Thrown into community service after a bad run-in with his dad, Eddie is hardly expecting the next few months to be anything of note. That is, until Steve Harrington emerges from behind a patch of sunflowers at the community garden, claiming to be his supervisor.

The Winner Takes It All

Rated E | 32k | Romcom (My Best Friend’s Wedding AU)

Later, as he was sitting on the toilet, he remembered what Steve had said: February. The wedding was in February. Eddie checked his phone, confirming his suspicion.

“Fuck,” he swore softly, and then again, “Fuck.”

A little over two months until Steve said I do, binding himself to a total stranger. Eddie wasn’t about to let his best friend get snatched up by someone who was likely not good enough for him, let alone someone Eddie had never heard of. Steve was too kind to be taken advantage of like that — too special.

How things had ended up as they had, Eddie couldn’t be sure, but one way or another, he was going to get to the bottom of it.

On the Living Room Floor

Rated T | 1k | Stobin minific

The end of the world happens on a Tuesday.

Kalahari Down

Rated E | 11k | Small town country singer Steve/Rockstar Eddie

When his tour bus breaks down just outside of Hawkins, Indiana, Eddie Munson isn’t expecting the tiny town to offer up anything more than a cheap drink and a few side eyes.

He isn’t expecting Steve.

Tempest Entire

Rated E | 20k | Lighthouse/amnesia

The shape loomed dark and odd in the middle distance, flat on the sand like some dead thing, ominous in its unrecognizability. Through the lash of salt, Eddie squinted, walking toward the shape with morbid curiosity. He felt himself pale as he came closer, a knot of dread drawing tight in his stomach, because it wasn’t a seal or any kind of plant-based lump that lay motionless on the beach.

It was a man.

Impossible Not To

Rated E | 2k | Stommy collab with @tone-mariie

Except for Steve, it had always been more than that.

I’ll Show You Hands Ready to Bleed

Rated E | 5k | Vampire Eddie

It was meant to be a casual offer.

“You could drink some of my blood, I don’t mind.”

But the moment Eddie’s pupils began to narrow at the notion, Steve knew there was going to be nothing casual about what happened next.

Evermore

Rated E | 50k | Magic/fantasy au

The blight spread quickly, ravenous in its hunger as it stretched toward the high seat of the royal city, its evil already well-known to the farmlands where the earth lay dry and cracked — where magic and its ruin had no friend.

Steve knew the labor he put forth on his father’s land would amount to nothing, but still he toiled, knowing not what else to do, the oath he’d sworn a noose around his neck.

That is, until a stranger stumbled into his shed and into his life.

Until Eddie.

Come a Little Closer

Rated E | 10k | ren faire, omegaverse

Waylaid by a surprise rut, Eddie is certain he won’t be able to get through the ren faire without making it tragically weird for everyone involved. Steve is convinced he can get him through it — what are his stupid pheromones for, after all? Everything will be fine. That is, if Steve can keep his own feelings in check.

Dollhouse

Rated E | 9k | lingerie, collab with @glitterfang

Forced to house sit for his parents after being kicked out, Steve is thinking he and Eddie are going to watch a movie. Maybe fool around a bit. What he isn’t expecting is how Eddie in a bit of black lace is going to make him feel.

[tgmsunmontue]

What to write weekend...?

Same time, same place... Let's get this writing started. If your curious about wordcounts etc. I have a spreadsheet here.

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Sagas of Solitude 8/? - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby

Season to Taste 0/? - Professional and Famous Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin. (Building on this).

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A) Upon which our souls touch - 3/? - Hangster TGM AU involving dragon riders and shape shifters and fantasy... Seriously, I wouldn't vote for this one because my kids ask about it almost daily so... it gets attention regardless.

B) I'd know you anywhere 2/4?- Bradshaw Twins - Hangster (Tumblr post)

C) To wake, perchance to dream - 3/? - Hangster Jake wakes up in the future, gets a glimpse of what their life could be and then wakes up back right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment (e.g. TGM). (Tumblr post and the beginning of the fic)

D) Together or not at all... (SEQUEL) - Hangster - years after Javy/Nat get together they think their best friends (Hangman and Rooster) could maybe try dating each other. It'll either end in disaster or not.

E) Cyclone/Maverick - Cyclone is struggling to deal with being attracted to the most annoying person he's ever met. Why does he like him so much?

H) From the top - 1/? - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together.

I) Life is too short to waste time matching socks... 3/? The peach and eggplant socks as an anonymous gift as an incredibly unsubtle hint that someone would like to fuck them. (tumblr idea unspooling here...)

J) Barista Jake who cannot spell Bradley's name. (HERE)

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - 5/?Transformers cross-over.

L) Hangster Soulmates, Bodyguard (leftover from the Bingo...)

M) IceMav Florist/Undercover Agent AU (also leftover from Bingo)

[maks-punchout-hyperfixtion]

*cracks knuckles* ay folks you get a tumbler exclusive for awhile because I'm to lazy to actually go onto ao3

Reminder time!! This is my a.u and is not a direct depiction of spo/wii aran Ryan's personality

Tw's: slightly detailed injuries, reference to Macbeth, and self harm by hot water

Thanks to: @atypical-artisan for helping with errors and formatting

“Aran! C’mon we're going to be late!”

Absolutely no response came from the guy. Having Andrew sigh as if it was a daily occurrence now.

“Give the kid a break this is the longest he’s been separated from Ardin since..” Roree took her brush and tapped it seven times before snapping. “Since that time the school separated them by accident!”

“Roree, that's not something to be excited about.” Andrew pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don't got time for this! I have a match in an hour!”

“Andy it's not until 3.”

“If you're not early you're-”

“late blah blah blah you know i think Deedee knows a german fella you would love.”

“If I wasn't pissed already I would smack you.”

“Oh I would love to see you try!”

Andrew growled and Started to head upstairs, muttering about the upcoming fight. And complaining about Lucky being a whole sea away for another disaster, as he turned and opened the door.

“Aran!- I said- down Cu- I said come on!” Andrew pushed the dog down before giving it a small pat. He looked directly at the bed that had Aran in it. “I know you ain't sick lad, otherwise we would have been to the doctors already… again…”

“i rather be there then see another one of ye go against the bi-”

“Watch your tone.”

Andrew attempted to step over the random clothing and items on the floor, the kid loved to do big projects but god forbid he cleans his room, as he then took Aran’s blanket and pulled them off.

“Hey!”

“You’re goin’. I'm not leaving you: a teenager who witnessed his twin get sent to the hospital because of a damn cheater, alone in a house with more than enough to make us wo-OW!”

Aran slid a pair of horseshoes onto Andrew's foot, and despite seeing it coming it still hurt. Andrew shook his foot before glaring at Aran and picking up the horseshoes.

“You're going, rather you're being willing or not. And I can hold up me own with you so I suggest-”

“Yeah I'm feckin’ going lieutenant bollox.”

That got a smack from Andrew as Aran got up. Who just rolled his eyes and grabbed a sleeveless hoodie from the ground. Andrew rolled his eyes before sighing.

“Ye know we care about ya right?”

“Mhm.”

“..look Aran I promise that im goin’ to remind her not to fuck around with us.”

“And how will you do that?”

Aran took a glance at the horseshoes before stuffing them in his own hoodie’s pocket.

“Going with a different style.”

There were multiple reasons why Andrew never cheated. First, it reminded him of how unfair the world could truly be, the second stemmed from Ardin who once saw Aran break his hand from the horseshoe in glove tactic and now gets on top of people who do that. The 3rd reason was self explanatory, it was just wrong. He got here fair and square and he always wanted to stay like that.

Plus hitting a girl with horseshoes that were your own brother’s seemed wrong. But after a week of hearing the girl shit talk his own family the final straw was definitely close to breaking now.

Yet at the same time, it was still cheating. Even Narcis got onto him about it. Yes he wanted revenge for putting his sister in the hospital but she was 19 and able to stand her own ground normally.

“This is a mistake,” He muttered, adjusting his gloves.

There was a faint line that showed where the horseshoes were. He had time to call for a glove check. That would make a fair fight. He turned around to his coach but before he could say anything his opponent started yapping.

“Ey! Rran! You ready to prove to your own country that your family is full of weak and pathetic people? Thought your sister would relay the message!”

Rran- I mean Andrew snapped his head back, giving his opponent a death glare as his coach tapped him on the shoulder.

“Ay, you need something lad?”

Andrew thought for a moment before the bell signaling the start sounded.

“Just have medics on stand by.”

He got up from his corner, hearing the announcer shout the name Aran Ryan, god he's going to need to change that soon, with a lot more accuracy then the bitch Infornt of him ever actually did.

God will it be a blessing for her to shut up and have a ruined face.

The referee stepped onto the mat in-between the two, not uncommon when you put two enemies together in a match, and pulled out a piece of paper.

“Ight let's get this over with. This is a time trial so you only have 3 minutes. Once those three minutes are up you both go back to your corners and I'll decide the winner. You both should know the tko and ko rules by now right?”

“Yeah yeah can we get punching now?”

“Andrew, I will personally give you 20 euros if you break her mouth.”

Punch blade looked quite offended at that as Andrew just rolled his eyes.

“Oh relax about him.”

He glared at punch blade.

“I'm going to do much much worse.”

As the bell rung again Andrew’s coach went over to the doors, specifically where Roree and Aran were.

“Shouldn't yo-”

“I'm getting the medics like he asked. Wanna come?”

“No thanks. I got the short straw with this one.”

Aran slightly nudged Roree for that statement, solely because it wasn't a wise discussion even for him to smack someone who has a metal weight on her wrist. That alone was probably 5 pounds. Let alone the fact she was kinda an official arms wrestler. He proceeded to watch the fight, only slightly noticing something was off.

“Hey Roree?”

“Hm?”

“I think he broke her back.”

“Oh very fu- wait what.”

As if on cue as Roree turned around she saw Andrew push the screaming girl off of him, and landed a kick right in the stomach. Not a signature move in the ring. But definitely a signature move outside of it. And it always landed someone in the hospital and him in the station.

“Oh shit- uh Aran im going to run somewhere you just um stay.”

Aran just gave a thumbs up as Roree ran into the hall.

Meanwhile the referee started the count as soon as punch blade hit the floor, but stopped when he saw Andrew pull another punch directly in her face.

“Hey. Andrew, that's enough! Back to your corner!”

But Andrew didn't care, he continued the punches, landing them in spots that would definitely leave more than a bruise.

The only time he stopped was when a blade sliced over his glove, cutting it open, Resulting in the horseshoe falling out and a gasp from the crowd, even Aran looked shocked at the scene.

The shock eventually wore off as punch blade took her knife out of her glove and attempted to stab Andrew with it, only for him to grab her arm and smash the horseshoe right onto it.

The look in his eyes was almost chilling as he lifted the thing up, like he was contemplating something, before he smashed the horseshoe right into her mouth. Breaking past the mouth guard and cracking a few teeth, the second time did a few in.

He then grabbed her hair and smashed the side of her head, right where her ear was. He was about to go for her neck next when something grabbed the horseshoe and yanked it out of his hand.

“Jesus fuck Andrew enough! She's down! You won!”

Roree tossed the horseshoe aside and grabbed Andrew's arm and pulled him away while a medic looked at punch blade. The ring was now stained with blood.

“Dude the hell did you do to her?”

The referee got onto the ring while looking at punch blade, causing Andrew to look too.

Frankly what was listed wasn't the only thing he apparently did, there was a gash on her head and she was spitting pieces of teeth and mouth guard out, but she was clenching the side of her torso, specifically where the ribs were. And it was clear her arm was broken, or at least fractured. Her leg was sprained. Frankly Andrew didn't actually recall what he did or didn't do, but the horrified look on the peoples faces he could see spelled it all.

He almost killed her.

“Andrew?”

No response, what was there to say anyways? ‘oh i'm sorry for nearly killing you’?

Like he could have gotten the words out, his entire body was shaking, almost near hyperventilating.

Without another word he pulled his arm away from Roree, got up and rushed off the ring. Not even stopping as his sister yelled for him, then he was just gone.

It was only an hour after statements were given and the fun of it. In full frank nobody in any of the WVBA's would say anything bad about Andrew, hell shark bite from Australia even said he should have killed Lucy, yet it was completely useless as the officials found a letter of resignation and Andrew’s locker cleaned out shortly after they went to find him. Causing quite the worry in some of the Ireland officials and his own siblings.

“I'm sure he's fine. This was just. Something out of the ordinary he’ll come back!”

“No. No Aran he isn't.”

Roree sighed as she stopped herself from putting her head on the steering wheel of the car. Aran was holding his horseshoes Andrew stole, a case wasn't opened so it wasn't used as evidence, Aran wished it was though. It was probably more blood then horseshoe now, he had it wrapped in a couple of paper towels but they didn't do a good job of absorbing the blood. And frankly he was still scared of the whole thing, funny considering the fact he wasn't scared of anything else.

“Aran. If he's home I don't want you talking to him. Not yet anyways.”

Aran was about to protest as Roree held up her hand.

“You. You don't know this side of him. Frankly I rather you don't even come inside ‘til I tell you. Just, leave us alone to talk. Alright?”

There was more worry in her voice now. As if she was contemplating what she would find when she got home.

“Actually. If he is home -call Narcis, he had a fight with an Irish rookie today he should still be here, unless he actually likes making 2 to 6 hour trips.”

They stopped at their house, seeing Andrew’s bike just tossed onto the ground.

“Well at least he made it home in one piec- wait when did bring his bike?!”

“I think he just kept it there just in case.”

“Aran do me a favor and don't do that when you and Ardin move to new york. They're worse than here.”

Roree got out of the car and tossed her phone over to Aran.

“Narcis’s name is under ‘golden bastard’- don't tell Andrew- I'm going to go talk to him.”

Aran gave a thumbs up again as Roree went inside, her first notice was the mirror being foggy, the second was hot water being run.

“Andrew, you better not have been trying to wash your hands clean of blood like Lady Macbeth with hot water again!”

The water was shut off as the sound of a towel being quickly wrapped around hands was heard. How? Because he kept hitting the sink with his hand as Roree noticed him cleaning the sink from water drops.

“Andrew.”

“what?”

“The hell are you doing?”

“...dishes.”

“What dishes? I did them this morning before we left!”

Andrew stayed silent as Roree walked over, steam was still leaving the stink as she grabbed the towel and pulled it off, seeing his typically slightly tan but still pale skin being sunburnt red. She just sighed as if this wasn't the first time.

“I'm not going to bug you on that. Why did you quit?”

“Why? Ain’t it obvious?”

Roree just shook her head at that.

“Andy, nobody in that association is going to turn you in. Hell they'll even drop the to-”

“I don't care. I still broke my own morals and almost killed someone in the ring!”

“That's.. well that's a bit of an over statement aint it?”

“Oh when the hell is it?!”

Andrew slammed his hand on the sink, before pulling it back.

“It doesn't matter, Roree. I'm not going back to a place that allows filthy cheaters to compete.”

“Aran’s a filthy cheater. I’m a filthy cheater. Are you saying-”

“You two are different. And again it doesn't and will not matter! Frankly I was already planning on quitting. This was just a send off.”

Roree was taken aback a bit from that.

“But you love boxing! It was your dream! What changed?”

“There's a difference between a dream and a reality, Roree. My dream was boxing. The reality is that no matter what somebody is going to cheat someone out of something.”

Andrew put a hand on his head. “I'm getting a headache. I'm going to bed.”

Before Roree could say anything he tossed the towel onto her head and walked off to his room. The door slammed shut as he entered it. Roree just looked onwards. Pondering if he was being serious or not. Then the front door slammed open.

“DUDE YOU BROKE THE FECKIN' HANDLE!”

well on the high note. At Least they could now replace that ugly door handle Narcis just ripped off. Roree didn't say anything, just pointed to Andrew’s room as Narcis Sprinted to his room. She proceeded to glare at Aran.

“What?”

“I told you to just call him.”

“I did!”

“You said something, what was it?”

“Just a recap of everything.”

“I'm never trusting you with calling someone ever again.”

[britt-kageryuu]

Afternoon Day 1

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Leo was enjoying the switch to Meet and Greet, the fact that he was now just talking to fans, and some random people that spotted him while walking past.

His favorite thing to do is ask April to hand him something, and what happens is he opens a small portal just behind the curtain to pass things through, and he'll make a show of recieving and showing it off.

Though one time Cass just chucked a box of tea through the portal so it would hit him in the head. Many leaned around to find out where the stuff was actually going.

Though the small argument with a guy who was offended by Leo just existing for some reason was hit with, "Well I'm not the one arguing with and yelling at with a anthropomorphic Red Eared Slider on a Fancy TV. Now am I?"

Guy nearly punched the screen until April said 'If you break it, it'll cost you 4k to replace the hardware."

Well other then the occasional fan asking how he and Usagi were doing, some genuinely curious people asking about the VTurtles, and some odd photo requests, it was pretty calm.

Though there was one interesting conversation with a Med Student that go some people just watching a Humanoid Turtle and someone dressed as Jason Todd talk about obscure medical terminology.

❤

Raph was feeling awkward about taking over the Live Stream interviews, but at least he could dress up for it.

Many were kinda caught of guard by this tall dude dressed as an apocalypse survivor (think the Kraang Future Raph but human), with a robot turtle on his shoulder, asking if they want to be interviewed.

He got stopped multiple times for pictures, people wanting to compliment the costume, and he had to check on a few people who collided because they go distracted while walking.

Though he also stopped to take some pictures of different Cosplayers, especially the one person dressed as Red Angel.

Though he did have one interesting moment were he helped someone who got hurt, and helped carry them to a medical office. The person had randomly said 'Marry Me', only for Raph to awkwardly reply with, "I have a girlfriend, sorry."

There was a number of posts about this, with quite a few saying 'wish that were me!'

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Donnie sadly had to return to the booth to let April and Casey have a break. He regretted letting the Dragons have no obligation to help with the booth other than as tech support when he wasn't their.

Leo was having some fun bantering with Donnie when not chatting with people walking past. The urge to go into Disaster Twins was very tempting, because of how naturally they fell into it.

Though the reminder to call Donnie by a different nickname was a bit hard.

"Just call me Othello, Blue."

"Okay, Tello Tello~"

"O-Thell-O! Get it right you broken neon light!"

Other than that, running the booth solo even for a half hour was a bit tricky, though it was funny hearing people ask Blue what the prices for things were. The most popular things so far were prints, keychains, and plushies.

And according to a small survey done for future merch requests, people wanted to get whatever 'Voice Packs' were. Though the idea of making a mod that would switch out some voice acting with their own wouldn't be a bad idea.

🧡

Mikey was feeling exhausted, but still very happy.

So many people bought so many things from his booth, he had to list a couple of items out of stock for the day. And adding a note to bring the needed restock the next day. Especially loose paper, people really loved the quick sketch thing, and he ran out of paper pretty fast, and had to remove the option from the 'menu board' item lists.

Not to mention some of the pictures he's got (with permission of course) of so many amazing Cosplayers. He also had to make a note of possibility needing to grab another pack of business cards for his alt social. He didn't expect people to want even just the card.

Though it might be the fact he went out of his way to have multiple designs on them, so people were treating them like collectors items on their own... Maybe that should be a gimmick for the next time he does Artist Alley, a 'Golden Ticket' business card... or would that just lead to way more work than he needs.

Mikey took a quick look at his phone, and noticed that there was only an hour until the Halls Closed for the day.

Which thank Pizza Supreme, he was ready to get a quick bite, and sleep!

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Once the closing of the Dealers Hall and Artist Alley were called, and the last people were ushered out. Then came packing up some small things that they didn't want to leave behind, and shutting off and securing the tech in the booth, before leaving themselves.

The booth teams, Raph, and the Dragons met up outside with Leo who went to grab some pizza and sides from a local place with good reviews. Not forgetting to grab the drones, wouldn't want to leave their robot children behind in that chaos.

They had their Dinner outside while going over how they were going to balance the next day, since someone would need to switch out with Mikey for his shift on M & G, because it would be unfair to leave CJ alone for hours.

They also looked into what was going on during the evening, for those who weren't quite tired yet, maybe a panel, movie or Karaoke room?

Either way they split up, with those who wanted to get to bed going back to the hotel, and the rest setting off to wander to event for a couple more hours before heading back to get some sleep.

They all remembered to queue up some posts to go up during the day tomorrow, just standard 'watching the Live of the con from work when I can', a reminder that Dee and Mandarin were doing meet and greets, maybe a 'Did I see some VTurtles Cosplay!?!' with screenshots from the live.

Meanwhile social media from the event itself was being pretty chaotic on it's own, with many people already putting together compilations of what was going on. And extensively reported on by various Social Media Reporters.

Though many have yet to face April in a battle of journalism just yet.

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Masterpost

This ended up a bit short, but then again I kinda restricted myself on how I was going to write this out.

Mainly the 'I have given the characters an obligation, and they can't explore very much' thing.

Well, again I am open for criticism, and let me know what you think.

[myreia]

Desiderium

CHAPTER FIVE: THE DARK IN THE LIGHT

Chapter Rating: Mature (full story Explicit) Characters: Aureia Malathar (WoL), Thancred Waters Pairings: Aureia/Thancred Chapter Words: 3,206 Notes: Set during early Endwalker, spoilers for the start of the expac. Summary: After arriving in Old Sharlayan, Aureia wants to see Thancred’s old haunts. He could not be happier to oblige, but his thoughts are occupied by something else entirely. Prompt: ii. hands | blush Chapters: one • two • three • four • five Read on AO3

They do not sleep.

It’s tempting, of course, to close one’s eyes and while away the time. The silence up here is comforting—it’s in the gentleness of the light shining through the windows, the old and forgotten furniture from days gone by, the stillness of the air. The creak of the couch and the shift of its white cover as they move, the way their twinned breath rises and falls in tandems, these small, ordinary sounds filling the quiet.

Aureia lies on her back, nestled next to Thancred with one of his arms around her shoulders, and stares idly at the ceiling. It’s easy to get lost in tracing the patterns engraved above; even without the glowing constellations there are still hundreds of curving lines and unique shapes to find. She exhales a breath and stretches out, flexing her bare feet as she shivers slightly beneath his coat. Now the heat of sex has subsided, she is yearning for her own clothes again.

But putting them on would mean leaving. And leaving would mean that time would start again.

Thancred rolls onto his side, his gaze trained on her face. “You’re wriggling,” he says. “Everything all right?”

She holds back a smile. “That is called a stretch, sir, and I’m only doing it because my back is getting sore.” Making a face, she sits up and swings her legs over the side of the couch. Tilting her head to the side, she brushes her long hair out of the way and digs her fingers into her shoulder blade. “Ugh, I’m getting old.”

A firm hand brushes hers aside. “Picking up my bad habits, I see,” he chides gently. “You’re far from old.”

“I know. But I certainly feel it these days.” She closes her eyes and leans into him, murmuring in pleasure as he massages the taut muscles. “Some day the world will call on the Warrior of Light and they’ll find naught but a wizened old woman chasing them out with a broomstick.”

“Interesting. Never thought you the type to look to Matoya as a shining example.”

“Some days I think she’s the only one with head on straight. Maybe we would all do a little better if we retired to a secluded cave and relied on animated brooms and frogs for company.”

“I suppose there are worse fates.”

His tone is unexpectedly reluctant. He knows Matoya about as well as she does—which is to say not personally at all—but he has never sounded judgmental of her lifestyle. She pauses, pursing her lips as he retreats into silence and concentrates on the knot in her shoulder blade with singular focus.

“I think this one is perfectly amenable,” she says finally. “Perhaps more than a little appealing.”

He snorts. “You think so?”

“Something wrong with that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Considering you once lived in the Dravanian wilds, I wouldn’t think you one to judge.”

“It’s not that, it’s…” He cuts himself short, a grumble on the tip of his tongue. “Tell me honestly, Aur—would you be happy like that? A recluse, secluded on purpose from the rest of the world?”

Her lips twitch. “I haven’t given it that much thought, but I’d be lying if I said the thought wasn’t tempting.” The peace and tranquility this room has offered are washing away, retreating like the tide. Why can’t anything be easy? If it isn’t some impending doom or immediate disaster pressing in on them from the outside, then they seem to resort to making problems for themselves. Sometimes she wonders if it isn’t self-sabotage—as if there is something buried deep in both of them that still believes they are too damaged to deserve happiness. “Maybe not a cave, exactly, but… somewhere far away. A village where no one knows me, or failing that—if none of those exist anymore—then a little home in the wilds, the kind that sees a stray passerby maybe once or twice a year.” 

“I… see.”

She can feel the wheels in his head turning, already overthinking the gravity of this topic. His hands are still moving across her back, absently working the same spot over and over again. The knot has long since disappeared, but she doesn’t have the heart to tell him.   

“And you?” she asks hesitantly.  

“It’s not exactly how I intended to spend retirement, no.”

“And how do you intend to spend your retirement?”

“That’s just it, Aureia. There is no plan. ’Twould be easier to count the ways in which I would not spend it than those I would.” He pauses, a breathy little sigh escaping his lips. She knows that sound—the heavy, weighty acceptance that comes before admitting something difficult. “Until the Telophoroi are dealt with and the Forum’s schemes unveiled, I cannot look that far in advance. And even if I did humour you and played into this fantasy you’ve conjured for us… I cannot see myself partaking in it. Nor can I see you, for that matter.”

Her heart twists, stung by his comment even though he is right. She is reaching for an idea she hasn’t fully thought through, one borne from a desire that is nice in theory, but will never work in practice. He can never stay grounded to one place for long; neither can she, for that matter. Even if they live long enough to consider retirement, they will never stop moving, never stop helping others wherever they can.

All this talk of home and homecomings since arriving in Old Sharlayan must have gone to her head.

A hollow knot forms in the pit of her stomach, distant memories echoing in her mind—white sands burning under her toes, ocean waves lapping at a shore beneath a sky burnt orange. Dense temperate forests humming with hidden wildlife. Laughter and chatter weaving through the square, too indistinct to make out. That was the Garlemald of her childhood, a provincial hometown long forgotten.

Sprawling steel forts that dominate the skyline. The tang of ceruleum polluting the air. The relentless red and blow glow of magitek paired with the heavy tread of soldiers and the long shadows of airships passing overhead—and the relentless snows and ice-crusted streets of the Imperial capital. The Garlemald of her adolescence, of her young adulthood.    

There are no parents to return to, no childhood friends to fondly greet. No libraries to disappear into, no cafés to frequent. No markets to stroll about, no mentors to remember fondly, no old haunts to find. Even if they did exist, she would be dead the moment she stepped foot on Garlean soil without an army at her back, blood splattered across those crisp, bone-white snows.

Zenos may have claimed the privilege of fighting her for himself, but that doesn’t mean his former legions will follow suit. She isn’t just the Warrior of Light, their enemies’ greatest asset—she is the nation’s greatest traitor since its founding. There isn’t a Garlean alive who doesn’t want her dead.

A confrontation with Garlemald is inevitable. The country may be in disarray following the civil war, but even fractured as it is the military might of its legions cannot be underestimated. Not to mention that jester of an Ascian is pulling the strings from the capital itself. Zenos does not concern her. Fandaniel does. He promised her that the crown prince would be waiting for her at “the heart of the chaos” and she believes it.

The only question is what else waits for her.    

Stop it. Don’t think about that now.

The self-given command cuts through the din of her mind. She’s spiralling in silence, Thancred oblivious to her trail of thought. And all this because she thought of home. Because in the midst of witnessing her friends’ homecoming, she found herself—once again—searching for something she does not have. Not because she wants it, but because she keenly feels yet another way in which she lacks an experience the others have come by naturally.

Gods, just thinking it she sounds bitter.

Thancred curses softly, sensing her tension. He bows his head and leans against her, his brow pressing into her shoulder blade. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “Perhaps I made too harsh of an assessment.”   

“Don’t be,” Aureia says gently. “And you didn’t. Today’s been an odd day.”

She presses her tongue to the roof of her mouth, cutting herself off before she says more. The urge to ask him a barrage of complicated questions with no easy answers—what does he want from their lives? How does he see their future?—flares and dies. Now is not the time for this discussion. This moment is precious, and already too much of reality is creeping in. She is fighting it off second by second.

So she closes the door on it.

The tension releases its grip on her and she relaxes, sagging forward, her hands on her knees. He exhales a sigh of relief, his breath soft against her back, and runs a hand down her arm. He’s still yearning to touch her, to feel her skin’s warmth beneath his, to make their reprieve last as long as possible.

It’s tempting, so very tempting. To succumb to his impulses, surrendering to another round of desire and heat and pleasure. Tonight he wanted to focus on her, getting off on making her come, but a reversal tastes just as sweet. Some other night—and soon—she will follow through. She has several ideas in mind to wrap him around her little finger.

“Aur?” he murmurs.

She casts an eye across the room, spotting her clothes where they lie in an unkempt pile, his armguards beside them. The broken strap stands out, lying at an odd angle. A blush burns her cheeks. She really did let him undress her right there on the spot, didn’t she?

“Hm?” she whispers.

He catches the length of her hair, toying with the deep crimson ends. For some reason the red is always strongest there; she doesn’t know why. “Should we…?”

The unfinished question is clear. Do you want me? I want you. 

But she is already filled, sated, her core still pleasantly numb. Her body is fatigued from the long day, her mind still fuzzy from the voyage overseas, and her back now sore from lying on the old couch. Though it breaks her heart to leave the privacy of his haunt and return to the world outside, a good night’s rest would do them both some good.  

With a small smile, Aureia turns and catches his face between her hands, kissing him. Thancred groans against her lips, this time not with the heat of desire, but with the warmth of familiarity. She lingers for a moment, running her fingers through his hair. A pause, a breath—and then she lets him go.   

“Thank you,” she murmurs, her lips a hair’s breadth from his.

He rests his forehead against hers. “Whatever for?”

“You know.” She strokes her thumb across his cheek. “Let’s go home.”

She takes no note of the turn of phrase. It is merely words.

Drawing away, she rises and shrugs out of his coat, dropping it in his lap. She pads naked across the room and gathers her clothing from the floor, spine tingling as she feels his eyes on her. It takes her longer to dress than it did for him to undress her. Funny how that goes.

Thancred stays on the couch, watching her from heavy-lidded eyes, his hair mussed, and his cheeks flushed with colour. He spreads his coat across his knees, tugging absently at it. It isn’t until she has laced up her boots and collected his armguards that he finally moves, scooping up his shirt and pulling it on. His movements are slow, lethargic, as if he is half-asleep.

A chronometer chimes, deep and thunderous.

He snaps out of it. Standing quickly, he runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to straighten it out, pulls the coat on, and strides across the room. He takes his armguards from her and slips them on, twisting the broken strap around and tucking it beneath the metal. It will do for now.

Together, they leave the chamber to the dust and moonlight, its solitude broken for the first time in years.

It doesn’t take them long to go back the way they came. Aureia is the first to step out into the depths of night, eyes wide and mouth agape as she enters a winter fantasy. The snow is falling quickly enough now to cover the ground with a fine, shimmering layer of white. Large, soft flakes drift lazily through the air, the kind she can imagine children chasing and catching on the tips of their tongues. The chill chafes at her face and turns the tip of her nose red, but she finds herself not caring. She is too mesmerized by the way her breath puffs like mist in the cold.

Thancred follows her out from between the two buildings, and comfortable silence settles between them. They stroll the streets arm-in-arm, taking the time to enjoy these last moments of peace. Old Sharlayan has transformed in the dead of night, silent and steadfast, its lights casting a golden haze across sleepy streets. There is not a soul to be seen.

When they finally reach the Annex—for real, this time—and open its doors, they find Ojika asleep at his desk, a mug of old coffee an ilm away from his outstretched hand. He snorts and snuffles in his sleep, lingering on the cusp of waking only to fall back into a deeper slumber. Thancred shakes his head, murmuring something about the sleep schedules of scholars, and strides around the desk to pick the Lalafell’s fallen jacket off the floor. He drapes it around his shoulders.  

Aureia glances at the doors to the main hall. Broad and heavy and very much closed. Either the discussion has gone late into the night, or they have missed the meeting entirely. She can envision Alphinaud with an anxious crease between his brows, pacing back and forth, arguing that they cannot continue with part of their party missing while Alisaie huffs and rolls her eyes in the corner.

“Should we stop by?” she asks under her breath, careful not to disturb Ojika.

He makes a face. “I suppose we must.”

She flashes him an encouraging smile. Careful not to make too much noise, she tugs the great doors open and slips inside.

The hall is dark. The high windows—their frosted glass as black as obsidian—look out into nothingness. In the sliver of warm light creeping in from the threshold, she can just make out the maps and posters that cling to the walls, their parchment pulling up at the edges. Large bookcases line the far wall, the old wood creaking as they settle in the silence, obscured by the shadows of a lopsided ladder or two. The outline of a large table occupies the centre of the room, pulled from its regular place to make room for the mismatched chairs arranged neatly around it. If the Scions did gather here, they are long gone.  

Aureia glances over her shoulder at Thancred and catches his eye. He cocks his head towards the door, eager to leave.  

“At the risk of sounding like an old matriarch—” a crisp voice calls. “—you’re late.”

A shadow unfurls from a high-backed seat and Y’shtola steps into the light. Her tail is curled behind her and the folds of her black dress rustle at her sides, the skirt rumpled from the way she was sitting. She carries a book in hand, a finger pressed between the pages so as not to lose her spot. True to form, it is far from light reading material—thick, leatherbound, faded letters on the spine. Her keen eyes stare straight ahead, sweeping over them with casual familiarity. Her aethersight must have spotted them the moment they opened the door.

“Yes, well…” Aureia smiles apologetically.

Thancred shrugs. “One could argue we’re fashionably late,” he supplies, crossing his arms.

“And one could also argue there is quite a difference between being fashionable and disregarding etiquette entirely.” Her ears twitch, a small smile on her lips. Her gaze has fallen on his armguard where the broken strap has worked its way loose. That silvery sheen misses nothing. “I expected such from you, Thancred, but for you to pull Aureia into it…”

He blows out a puff of air. “Schooling me on behaviour while you have a Noumenon manuscript in hand? Something tells me the librarians did not part with it willingly. Or perhaps they do not even know it vacated their premises without permission.”

She throws back her head and laughs, snapping the book shut. With it pressed now to her chest and her tail swishing back and forth, she looks ten years younger, like a student halfway through their term at the Studium but without the frazzled nature. “Let’s call it an Archon’s privilege and leave it be,” she says, pressing a finger to her lips.

“Dare I even inquire about the contents of the book you stole?”

“No.” Y’shtola is sounding remarkably un-Y’shtola like. Judging from the flush on her cheeks and the giddiness of her tone, Aureia wonders whether a glass of wine has been involved. “Histories. Mysteries. The like. My lips are sealed.”

“Ah, so recreational reading. I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist.”

Silence settles throughout the hall. Y’shtola draws herself up to her full height and steps into the light, crossing the room. Though she is several ilms shorter than Thancred and Aureia both, she commands the presence of someone much taller. Her heels click against the floor and she opens her mouth to speak, ready to unleash the riposte of a century.

“Hic!”  

Y’shtola slaps a hand to her mouth, eyes wide.

“Well—hic—” She flushes. “—if you would please pardon me.”

Aureia’s mouth twitches and she bites her tongue, trying to keep from laughing. It would seem her guess was right.

Y’shtola swallows another hiccup and coughs, covering her embarrassment. “If you thought I stayed up for the sole purpose of chastising you for behaving like a pair of lovesick students, think again,” she says smoothly. “It must be said we have all taken this evening to indulge ourselves after a long voyage. Truth be told, no made it back in time to reconvene save Krile. I simply chose this hall as the perfect place to study uninterrupted on the assumption all others would be distracted elsewhere. We can debrief on the morrow.”

Aureia and Thancred exchange looks.

Y’shtola’s smile softens. Glancing at Aureia, she gives her a deep nod, then turns her attention to Thancred. She rises up on tiptoe and presses a hand to his cheek, her eyes searching his, bright silver to hazel. Something passes between them—an understanding of very old friends, returned at last to the place that brought them together.

“Welcome home,” she says and passes by, heading for the doors.  

He nods, glancing over his shoulder to watch her go. “Same to you, Shtola. Same to you.”

[lucidskittler]

THE CONNECTION BETWEEN SUKUNA AND KENKAJU IS INSANELY SIMPLE I CAN'T BELIEVE IT FLEW OVER OUR HEADS!

I might mention spoilers so explanation under the cut.

We've been too busy on finding out the relationship between Sukuna and Yuji that we neglected to focus of Ryomen Sukuna's mythological origin alone. 😳

Ryomen Sukuna is an entity which actually originates from japanese lore, and depending on which lore he could be a demon commiting heinous crimes like in "Nihon Shoki", or could be a real life person who was in service for the emperor with a temple built in his (Sukuna's) honor in Japan's Gihu prefecture, or in an even more recent urban legend, was previously the source of a cult's power in his life time and eventually mummified and became a source of curses and disasters in his death. In the first two, Sukuna is depicted as a clever and powerful being with immense fighting skill. And in all three of these stories, they describe his appearance as having two faces, two pairs of arms, and two pairs of legs.

Two faces.

Two faces could also mean two heads, right? If that were the case, then that would also mean Ryomen Sukuna had to have two brains. But, if that were the case, what happened to the other one?

In the entire manga, we conveniently have just that-- a brain, possessing sorcerers with no body of its own, with his original identity unknown. KENKAJU!

Yes, I'm implying that Kenkaju and Ryomen Sukuna are twins. And not your average twins but conjoined twins! I think this alone could explain his power since he is an anomaly even by jujutsu standards. Jujutsu gods might have pitied his existence or that he was simply a glitch that either way he was granted some sort of heavenly restriction, or I dont know, in his case, it might as well be called heavenly liberation as he is entirely blessed with both physical prowess and powerful sorcerery. More on this later, for now let's focus on Kenkaju and Ryomen Sukuna being twins.

Them being twins actually explains a lot! Like how Kenkaju got Sukuna to join the culling game for one. It was simply because Kenkaju was in it, and since in the JJK universe twins are one entity, what binds one, binds the other as well. Two, Kenkaju creating a perfect vessel for Sukuna in Yuji, he was Yuji's mom for crying out loud. What could yield a better compatability than him creating a vessel for himself. (Considering again that in the jjk universe Kenkaju and Ryomen Sukuna are one). It could even possibly hint at Kenkaju's end goal with the culling game only ending only with the condition of Geto Suguru and Megumi Fushiguro surviving (which is Kenkaju's plan of leaving only him and Sukuna alone) Another theory on this later.

Let's move on to the physical appearances of both:

1) Ryomen Sukuna from the lore had two faces. But Ryomen Sukuna from the anime simply has four eyes, i don't know about the nose, but the second mouth could be on Kenkaju, since he's practically just that, a brain with a mouth. But some could argue the fact that in the latest chapters of jjk where Sukuna begins to take his true form that shows us that he has a second huge mouth on his abdomen. So this theory doesn't hold water because of that.

2) Look at Sukuna's true form:

I always wondered why one side of his face was is always drawn so askew. Following my theory, I think that's where the other face/ Kenkaju used to be.

That's about it for now. 😅

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HII!! I gone I'm this right but I've been going through a bit of a agere block, so I wanted to ask for maybe a fic (or hcs idm) of like.. rottmnt Leo struggling to regress because of his agere block but soon he's able to with his brothers help? I use Leo because he's a such kin of mine so 😭

Normally I'd regress around 5 or 6 years old, but you can do whichever!!

I rlly hope this is alright cuz I don't normally request but I'm hoping if I project onto my kin then it can help/hj

I love ur stuff btw and I hope u have a good day/night ♡

Ofc I can help you friend!! I love Leo, he’s such a fun little guy, personally massive Donnie Kin and I’m so glad you like my stuff!! I hope you can regress soon little one! My page is always open if you want to talk!!

Leo Struggling with Regression Headcanons!

🦕When Leo regresses he regresses to more of a toddler so I’d say 4-6 so he’s a talker and god he runs his damn mouth

🦕He’d most likely feel bad about wanting to regress and take time for himself after a mission goes wrong

🦕He’d not want to burden his brothers with taking care of him while they’re all still recovering from injuries and hardships

🦕But once his brothers caught onto this they were Not having this, not with a capital N

🦕The three of them started speaking softer around Leo

🦕I think Donnie would be the first to notice this, considering the fact that they’re our favourite disaster twins, he’d be the one to bring it up to his brothers

🦕Leo, initially, wouldn’t notice what his brothers were doing and he wouldn’t understand why he suddenly felt so calm and relaxed

🦕He also probably wouldn’t understand why he was all of a sudden allowed to be the first one to pick the tv and sit closest to the screen but hey, he wasn’t complaining. He got to watch Jupiter Jim whenever he wanted!

🦕But one day it’d hit him when Raph handed him something to drink and used one of his little nicknames

“There you go little guy, drink up” Raph said as he handed the cup of juice to his brother

🦕Leo would soon realise what his brothers were trying to do, he’d realise why Donnie had begrudgingly let him hug him a little too tight and why Mikey was inviting him to do arts and crafts so often and why Raph had called him ‘Little Guy’

🦕He wasn’t mad of course, he was honestly a little flattered, they cared so much that they were trying to help him regress

🦕It took a few days of his brothers gentle coercion but eventually Leo’s loud nothing greeting turned into a silent sit at the couch and flip cartoons on.

🦕He’d be babbling to his brothers about what was going on in his shows, pulling out the blue pacifier from his mouth every time he’d want to talk but if he kept running his mouth Donnie would slowly slide the paci back into his mouth until he got the hint

🦕But overall, Leo’s brothers would be so sweet if he started struggling to regress. They’d do everything in their power to help their brother feel better and relax

🦕We all want a family like the Hamato’s :)

[goodlucktai]

find another guiding light

rise of the tmnt pairing: don & leo, don & raph, don & mikey word count: 4k title borrowed from dear reader by t swift pre&post-movie

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“What the hell are we gonna do about Leon?” Donnie says one day when both his older brother and his twin are gone from the lair on a two-man training run that is almost certainly going to end in disaster.

He doesn’t know why he says it. He certainly isn’t expecting any answer that isn’t just an annoyed groaning sound, because what other answer even is there?

But Mikey replies, “You mean how self-destructive he’s been lately?” and it puts Donnie fully on the back foot.

“What?” Donnie says blankly.

“Is that not what we’re talking about?”

“I mean—I guess—I wouldn’t have called it that,” Donnie says, but now that he’s saying it he’s not sure.

Mikey snorts. The sound is humorless. “What else would you call it? Running around throwing himself face-first at every bad guy we find without waiting for back-up, refusing to hang back and come up with a plan even though it used to be his favorite part of a mission, not listening to anybody about anything—it’s like he forgot what self-preservation even is.”

Donnie is thinking really hard and really fast, looking at the last few months through this new lens.

Leo’s their self-proclaimed face-man, but he’s also the idea guy. Donnie is an outright genius when it comes to science and engineering and everything in between, but his twin isn’t stupid. Leo is as clever and Machiavellian as any storybook trickster, and tactics come as easily to him as breathing.

He’s always been the one to suggest a plan, to guide his brothers back on track, to keep them from getting in over their heads. The only times he and Raph ever used to butt heads was when Leo had an idea more stealth than smash.

Donnie would never admit it out loud but Leo’s had those qualities since they were kids. He’s charismatic and charming, a theater kid at heart with the modified genetics of a super soldier and a mind every bit as bright as Donatello’s, even as it twists and turns down other avenues. It made sense that he’d be shoehorned into a leadership role as he got a little older. Leo is the type of person who would be thrilled to captain the crew.

So then why did Leo do a complete 180?

And Mikey made another point, too, whether or not he knows it. If Leo was just being a huge jerk outright, Dr. Delicate Touch would have made an appearance by now and shut that shit down hard. But the fact is, Dr. Feelings has taken point on this one—and if there’s one thing Donnie’s learned the hard way, it’s that Mikey in feelings mode is usually the right one to listen to.

Mikey is watching his pastries rise in the oven. Donnie can see his expression reflected in the glass door. It’s flattened out into plain worry.

“He never tells us any of the important stuff,” the youngest Hamato says, tone uncharacteristically bitter. “He just goes on and on about things that don’t matter until we’re distracted, and it works every stupid time.”

“Leo’s always been that way,” Donnie interjects half-heartedly. “You can’t come at him head-on about stuff or he clams up. You gotta go in a series of annoying, convoluted circles to get to the heart of the thing. He’s literally the creature in the middle of the labyrinth.”

Mikey points at Donnie, as if to say ‘you got me there.’ “And that’s exactly why I don’t think Raphie’s method is helping.”

It’s obviously something he doesn’t want to admit. Mikey is his brothers’ number one fan and cheerleader first, person second. He bites the inside of his lip and starts twisting his fingers in a manner that promises to be painful. Donnie digs into the pocket of his hoodie and shoves one of his own mesh and marble fidget toys across the table at him. It’s an obnoxious lime green color and it makes Mikey smile involuntarily. He twists the toy instead and Donnie falls back into his train of thought running at roughly mach ten.

Raph’s method of confronting anything is head-on. That’s just the type of guy he is—steady and solid and unflinching. And they all depend on him the way most other people probably depend on the sun to rise every morning. Donnie literally does not know how they would make it a single day without Raphael, and prefers not to think about it.

But that also means that Raph and Leo can be like oil and water. And suddenly, the ‘A Team’’s constant bickering and late-night shouting matches and cold shoulders makes more sense.

“I don’t know what to do,” Mikey admits, this empathetic powerhouse with more emotional intelligence in one finger than Donnie has in his whole body. It’s incredibly disheartening to hear. “So for now I just want Leo to know that someone’s on his team.”

Whatever else he might have said is cut off by the familiar electric snap of a portal opening near the turnstiles, and then a second later Raph and Leo materialize in the lair, mid-roof-raising-argument.

Raph is carrying Leo carefully through the living room. There’s blood on his hands, enough to make Mikey suck in a breath from his station in front of the oven. Right away, the facts come together in Donnie’s brain: Leo got hurt.

What looks like all the bandages from the medkit on his waist are wrapped around his arm. Whatever happened, it was bad enough to push out those stress lines around Raph’s eyes and mouth, bad enough that he still hasn’t set Leo on his own two feet, like he might be able to undo all the pain if he just keeps holding him. But Leo is doing what Leo always does, hiding whatever he’s actually feeling behind a smarmy grin and a smart-ass attitude, and Raph’s fear and worry and love have coalesced into something huge and ferocious that sounds a lot like anger.

Now Donnie knows what to look for.

“—what happens when you don’t listen!” Raph snaps furiously. “God, Leo, it’s like you don’t even care!”

“Why should I? Look where it’s gotten you!”

Something darts through Mikey’s eyes that makes Don want to snap at something.

“Leo,” he says, his flat tone cutting through the fight like a souped-up soldering iron through the cheap components of a certain rat’s ancient CRT TV (not that he would know), “you’re still bleeding.”

There’s a beat of silence, and then Raph and Leo both look down at the slider’s arm. Red is blooming across the crisp white gauze. Mikey makes a wounded noise. Right away, Leo clambers out of Raph’s arms with a joke to make their youngest feel better—“It’s okay, Miguel, you should see the other guy!”—and Raph’s getting heated again at the apparent flippancy, and god, it never fucking ends, does it?

Leo is retreating further and further into this new character that doesn’t care about himself or anybody else, and it’s happening right before Donnie’s eyes. He’s already slinking away, out of the warmth and light of the kitchen, away from his family

Donnie realizes abruptly that there is a non-zero chance he might lose his twin brother. That one day he might wake up and not know Leo anymore.

He stands up, chair screeching behind him.

“Lesser twin, with me.”

Leo opens his mouth to try to get out of it, but that’s not going to happen. Donnie’s not having it. With the way their bodies work—ninpo and genetic modifications and yokai-isms, oh my—if it’s still bleeding, it needs stitches. And Leo, self-made team medic, ought to know that.

He gives Leo a look that says Remember when Taylor Swift’s Folklore album came out and you performed the entire thing in my lab and I swore I didn’t record you? I one-thousand-percent recorded you.

Leo’s look back succinctly says You motherfucker.

But he falls in next to Donnie without another word, a move that probably bewilders their brothers into next year. He definitely isn’t happy about it. He’s still prickly and defensive. It seems like he’s waiting to get ganged up on.

Raph starts to follow them and Donnie says, “I got it.” He shoves Leo a step ahead of him, putting his own body between him and Raph like a wall. It doesn’t feel good to do it. He chooses cowardice and doesn’t look back at whatever Raph’s expression looks like as a result.

Behind them, ever-reliable Mikey jumps in immediately with a bright, “You can help me with the cupcakes, Raph! We’re doing cream-filled red velvet!”

In the infirmary, Donnie points Leo toward a cot. Leo rolls his eyes and hops up to sit on the edge of it. He starts unwinding the gauze from around his arm agreeably enough, wincing a bit when the final layer sticks and comes away with a painful pull.

Don’s stomach swoops unpleasantly at the sight of the torn skin. It’s definitely not the worst he’s seen—they’ve taken worse damage flubbing skateboarding moves on the half-pipe—but it’s still not nice to look at. He takes a moment to swallow hard, then asks, “What happened?”

“Typical oozesquito shenanigans,” Leo says off-handedly. “Alley cat? Adorable. Mutated yokai alley cat? Not as much.”

Donnie grimaces sympathetically. “Claws or teeth?”

“Teeth. Hey, do you think we can get rabies?”

“I can’t wait to find out.” Putting rabies vaccinations at the top of his mental to-do list, Donnie gestures with a sweep of his arm at the infirmary. “This is your domain, Nerdo. Where’s the stuff I need?”

“You know I don’t actually need an assist. Like you said, my domain.”

“Wow that’s a super interesting non-answer to my question.”

With a dramatic, put-upon sigh, Donnie’s little brother points him in the right direction and says, “Steri-strips are in the top left cabinet.”

Immensely grateful he wasn’t directed towards the suture needles or the skin stapler, because as willing as he is to help it really doesn’t take much for Vomitello to make a guest appearance, the softshell rummages through Leo’s meticulously organized industrial-tool-chest-turned-medical-supply-cabinet, triumphantly coming up with a pack of adhesive bandages and some antiseptic wipes after a moment.

He pushes the wheeled stool over with his foot and it bounces gently off Leo’s knee, shuddering to a stop just in front of him. Leo tries to kick it as Donnie sits down and nearly succeeds, giggling like a menace when Donnie staggers and almost eats it face-first on the floor.

“Okay,” Don says loudly, not actually as annoyed as he’s trying to sound. “Arm.”

“Donald, seriously, I got it.”

“Leonard, seriously, I will upload that T Swift footage today.”

Leo mimics him with all the maturity of a three-year-old but ultimately surrenders his arm. He looks tense and uncomfortable the whole time, like he’s forgotten how to let someone this close.

And Donnie thinks about what Mikey said in the kitchen, about wanting Leo to know he had someone on his team. He thinks about how things were a year ago, when that would have gone without saying.

It doesn’t take long to wipe down Leo’s arm and press the steri-strips over the wound. Then Donnie sits next to him on the cot. Neither of them speak up right away. They can both tell this is going to be a Moment, and Donnie, for one, is bracing himself. He gets the feeling that he really, truly, can’t fuck this one up.

“I know something’s percolating in that abstruse brain of yours,” he finally says. “So talk. But do me a favor and skip over all the posturing and trying to convince me nothing’s going on and lying right to my face, okay? I don’t know how much time we have before Mikey kicks the door in and drags us to a TED talk.”

It’s as much of a threat as it needs to be. Grudgingly, like he’s prying each word up out of the mud, Leo mutters, “I want dad to take it back.”

Donnie wants more than anything to shake Leo until all of his secrets fall out of his mouth and Donnie can sweep them away to a safer place. Like an encrypted folder on his computer. But he can’t do that, so he has to settle for—ughh, patience.

It pays off. Leo admits, in the safe, familiar space of his infirmary, that he doesn’t want to be team leader. He doesn’t want things to change. His crooked, cooked-up scheme is to just—fuck up over and over again until papa decides Leo can’t be trusted with that mantle that rightfully belongs to Raph.

Donnie understands him. Of course he does. He hates change, too. It makes him feel itchy and restless. He likes knowing what to expect. He likes when everything is in the same place he left it.

If Leo wanted to be the leader, he’d be good at it. As long as he doesn’t want to, he won’t be. So it’s a scheme—Donnie can get behind that. He knows whose side he’s on. It’s the side he’s always been on, since the day he read the definition of “twin” out of a water-logged dictionary. It’s his job to be here. Leo’s kind of an idiot for expecting him to be anywhere else.  

“Not a bad hypothesis,” Donnie says, pressing their shoulders together. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Leo’s face split in an honest smile. “It’d probably work a lot better for you if you’d let Raph in on it, you know.”

“Please, are you kidding?” Leo scoffs. “As if he’d ever play along. Half the time I think he must hate me. I stole his job and now I’m not even doing it right.”

Are we talking about the same person? Donnie wants to demand. Raphael, the guy who carried you home not even twenty minutes ago? The guy who’s always carried you?

He doesn’t say that. Instead, he says, “Let me handle Raph.”

Back in the kitchen, the cupcakes are filled and in the process of being frosted. Mikey’s going all out, piping bag in hand, an assortment of edible decorations spread across the counter. Raph is gamely assisting to the best of his ability, even though his big fingers make it more of a task than it rightly should be. They both glance up when Donnie and Leo come in.

“Hey, your timing is as suspiciously convenient as always,” Mikey says cheerfully. “I need to take some pics for my Insta but after that you better come eat some of these.”

“Everything good?” Raph asks gruffly.

“Todo esta bien, hermano,” Leo says, breezing inside like he hadn’t just spent the last ten minutes unloading his fear of failure and inadequacy, as well as his certainty that the big brother he admires so much doesn’t like him anymore. “It smells like magic in here! Michael, we gotta get you a sponsor or something. The world needs to experience this.”

Mikey laughs and passes Leo a piping bag. “Raphie’s working on a rainbow sprinkle unicorn cupcake over there, and you’ll never guess who that one’s for.”

The surprise that darts across Leo’s face hurts to look at. His eyes drop down to the lopsided multi-colored creation taking shape under Raph’s clumsy hands. He looks more vulnerable in that moment than he has since the day dad unceremoniously turned everything they knew upside down.

“Raph, I need to talk to you,” Donnie says loudly because he’s about to get mad and do something he’ll probably regret, like put his fist through the projector in the TV room. “Chop-chop. The sprinkles can wait.”

“The sprinkles cannot,” Mikey and Leo chorus at the same time in exactly the same tone like the freaks of nature they are. Raph makes the right choice and escapes their company, following Don down the tunnel toward his corner of the lair.

“Okay, focus up,” Donnie says the second the reinforced door is closed behind them.  “We’re getting your old job back.”

He understands why the infirmary gave Leo the courage to talk. His lab does the same for him. It’s like Mikey’s kitchen, Raph’s dojo—they each have a place that makes them feel their best.

“Wait, what?” Raph looks bewildered. “What are you talking about?”

“The leader schtick, Raphala, keep up please. Leo’s going to keep sabotaging himself at full-speed until papa sees the light and demotes him. I’d like to see that happen before he breaks all of the bones in his body.”

Raph’s brow furrows beneath his mask. “Hang on, is that what he’s doing? I thought he just—didn’t care.”

Donnie gives that remark the deeply unimpressed look it deserves. “Right. Leonardo Hamato, the guy who started teaching himself field medicine when he was eight years old after you sprained your ankle and he cried for two hours because he didn’t know how to fix it, doesn’t care.”

He kind of feels bad for dumping this on Raph the way he has, but honestly. They’ve been stuck in place for months now, and Mikey’s been on edge constantly with all the fighting, and Leo’s going to get himself killed trying to prove something no one else believes, and Donnie can feel something toothed and tender coming alive inside his chest, trying to bite and claw and fight its way out.

Leo’s afraid you hate him, he doesn’t say, but he wants to. Leo’s scared all the time now. Of course he’s been acting like an asshole, when’s the last time he actually told somebody he was scared?

Donnie’s the fixer. He wants to fix this. If Raph would just get on board, maybe he’ll be able to.

“If Leo wanted to be the leader, we would have heard about it one million times every single day since he was four, ” Donnie says plainly. “The fact is, we haven’t. Draw your own conclusion.”

“But he’d be good at it,” Raph says, his tone blank with surprise and a total lack of comprehension. “That’s why dad gave him that role in the first place. I was always supposed to be the placeholder while Leo grew up. And now if he’d just put in the effort—if he’d try—he’d be amazing.”

“Okay, and I’d be good at domestic terrorism, but somehow I think you’d frown upon me reaching my full potential there.”

“Donnie!” Raph looks scandalized, like the NSA might be listening in. Puh-lease.

“Look,” Donnie says. He has no idea why he’s the one fielding these feelings talks, but he gives it his best shot. It’s probably not fair to shovel it onto Mikey’s shoulders all the time anyway. “You’re not a placeholder anything. Don’t say that. You’re our leader. We’ve always followed you. If we didn’t want to, we wouldn’t. Especially Leo. He’s a nightmare person. He’s never done a single thing he didn’t want to do. He was happy being your right-hand man.”

The snapper stares at him. His eyes are all dewy, and Donatello prays to any imaginary higher power that might be listening that he won’t cry, because Donnie becomes absolutely useless in all directions the second his siblings cry.

Miraculously, Raph smiles instead.

“Okay,” he says. “Raph’s listening. Loop me in.”

Actually talking about stuff changes everything—who knew?

It’s like they’ve been stuck in a boarded up room for weeks and someone finally wrestled a window open and let in a fresh breeze. All the stagnant air got swept out and they could finally breathe again.

They’re all playing along now. There are multiple levels to this deception happening all at the same time. Raph and Leo still bicker where papa can hear it, but they’re as thick as thieves at all other times. Raph is the one who makes the final call on a mission, but he makes it a point to hash things out with Leo first, so it’s really their final call. Donnie watches as Leo learns the ropes without realizing he’s learning the ropes. As Raph teaches the way he probably would have liked for someone to teach him. They meet in the middle, on each other’s team, where they belong.

If Raph is the foundation they build their lives on, Leo is the sky they reach for. Gravity was all out of whack with the two of them at odds. Donnie never wants them to fall out of orbit ever again.

They still lost the key, but it wasn’t anybody’s fault in particular. They were all playing keep-away with it to tick off Hypno and what’s-his-name, and Mikey shouted, “Go long!” and Donnie flubbed the catch. Raph called out, “I got it, I got it!” and Leo took that as a challenge because of course he did and neither of them got it. They were all laughing about it. They had no idea what that stupid key was, how were they supposed to know it was going to end the world?

Casey Jones still came back from a broken future, and Raph still got captured by the Krang, and Leo still stepped up in a big way, accepting the responsibility he never wanted and leading his family forward into certain danger because he had nowhere else to lead them.

And Leo, who knew how to stack the deck in his favor, who had never done a single thing in his life that he didn’t want to do, looked death right in the eye and told it, “I missed on purpose.”

It’s a good thing Mikey came up with that Hail Mary pass in the form of a sunlight-golden portal, because Donnie’s mind went cold. Donnie’s mind went straight back to the plans for a particle accelerator that he’d abandoned when he was thirteen years old. Donnie was fully ready to rip this goddamn universe apart to get his twin brother back.

In the infirmary Leo is happy to see everyone crammed into the room and camped around his bed, and distressingly honest, though that part is largely thanks to the morphine. Donnie puts a firm kibosh on personal questions, as tempting as it is to grill him when he’s all loopy and his constant guard is non-existent.

“I love this song,” Leo mumbles out of nowhere at two o’clock in the morning, two days after the almost-end of the world.

Mikey’s dead to the world and sprawled on Leo’s plastron, because they’ve discovered through trial and error that the immediate weight and warmth of a sibling nearby keeps the panic at bay when Leo wakes up in the dark and doesn’t know where he is right away. Casey is asleep on the other side of the bed, his head pillowed on his arms. Raph and April are in a pile on the other bed, dozing fitfully.

Donnie’s tablet is in his lap but the screen went dark with inactivity an hour ago. He’s been watching his twin sleep, deep in thought. After dinner, he’d asked S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. to play one of Leo’s favorite albums through the speakers, low enough not to wake anyone in the infirmary on its own.

Now, he says, “Yeah, I know, Nardo. I’m going to end up on the DJ blacklist right next to you with all the Taylor Swift music I’ve been forcing everyone else to endure for your benefit.”

Leo smiles. With the deep bruising on his face and neck, it looks more daring than it should, here in his little corner of the world. “Admit it, Tello. You’re a Swiftie.”

“No one will ever believe you,” Donnie says, some weight in his heart beginning to lift the longer Leo looks back at him and sounds like his old self. “How are you feeling?”

“Like hell,” Leo replies frankly. “Physical therapy is gonna be a B-word.”

“Thank you for unnecessarily censoring a word we’ve both heard a million times, I appreciate that.” Donnie leans forward, placing his tablet out of the way on a nearby overbed table, and says, “I have a question for you, now that you’re no longer lost in the sauce.”

“I bet it’s gonna suck,” Leo mutters.

“Do you still not want to lead us?” Donnie asks bluntly. “You saved the world, you know. I think it’s fair to say you’ve earned your stripes.”

Leo doesn’t answer right away. He’s drawing idle patterns on Mikey’s carapace with his good hand, staring up at the ceiling with hooded eyes.

“I learned my lesson,” he finally says. “I’ll do whatever I have to.”

Whatever he has to. Donnie relives the moment that portal closed, the moment Leo took his own life in his hands to protect his family, the moment everything that Donnie knew was ripped apart in front of his eyes, and thinks, That’s a dangerous precedent.

“Not what I asked,” Don tells him.

“It’s not about me,” Leo replies tiredly. He’s Donnie’s little brother and he sounds ancient, like he’s lived too much life already.

“I don’t know what the hell that means, but fine,” Donnie snaps. “Then it’s about me. It’s about Raph and Mikey and April and Papa. Junior, even. Everyone who loves you more than life itself. It’s about us.” He stares Leo down, daring him to break eye contact, to make light or make a joke. Donnie will climb into that bed and strangle him and no jury on earth would convict him for it. “And you’re one of us. You’re our family. So it’s about you.”

For once in his life, Leonardo is speechless. He swallows a few times, tightens his grip around Mikey, and darts a guilty look toward Raph.

“I don’t want to do it alone,” Leo admits quietly. “I don’t know if I can.”

“You’re my other half, dumb-dumb,” Donnie tells him in no uncertain terms. “You could do any crazy, stupid, impossible thing you put your mind to. But,” he adds, because this is important, and it’s something all of his siblings could stand to hear at least a dozen more times until it’s successfully been drilled into their stubborn brains, “you don’t have to. You don’t have to do anything. You’re a kid, Leo. We all are. This never should have been our problem to solve.”

Then, because he can’t bear the way his younger twin’s eyes get full and wet, he adds, “Next time a warmongering alien race tries to take over the world, I’ll just do it first.”

Leo laughs out loud, like it was surprised out of him. Raph is stirred awake by the sound, and when he sees Leo’s up, he tries to lunge out of bed so fast that April ends up on the floor. Within minutes, everyone in the room is wide awake and talking over each other and the music is drowned out by all the noise. Not even a full forty-eight hours ago, Leo was trapped in a cold, dark place, where a monster held him down and hurt him—but now he’s here and he’s safe and he can still laugh. It’s a hoarse, wheezy sound, and it’s the best thing Donnie’s heard in days.

He’s got a good feeling about tomorrow.

[clevereverest]

Newsies Headcanon Collection!!

Chatting with the pretty cool @asexualbert and I wanted to share an apparently long list of my own headcanons, focusing on Race, Spot, Albert, and Finch :D

(+ Some concepts have been written about in my fics, while others are things I’ve never gotten to share before, which is exciting!)

- Modern AU Heights: Race 6’1” / Finch 6’0” / Albert 5’9” / Spot 5’6” (generous, I know, but Race is still 7 inches taller so it’s all good)

- Since I specified modern, the canon era: I firmly believe that Race and Albert would be the exact same height (maybe 5’10”) and argue constantly about who’s taller

- Still on that ^ Finch would be taller and Spot would be shorter, both settling the constant debates

- Race and Al are amazing cooks separately but doing it together is a recipe (ha) for disaster. Spot is a decent cook and Finch literally just sucks at it, poor guy. Good thing he has people very very willing and eager to teach him!

- Race plays sudoku because I say so (and literally wrote a fic about it….)

- Finch and Albert have a perfect sleep schedule. Finch got the preset circadian rhythm when he was young and when the two of them met, Albert’s body just kinda copied it.

- ^ Al doesn’t mind it too much, but thinking about it now, I imagine it being so abrupt. One night he’s staying up until 4 am with Race, the next he’s passed out cold by midnight and fully awake by 7 the next morning. It confuses him deeply. Then he finds out he can have Finch’s attention all to himself for a while every morning and he’s totally onboard with the change.

- ^ Also on sleep, Race practically has insomnia (bro has it rough) and Spot sleeps at mostly reasonable times but can stay up with Race if want/need be

- Spot and Finch are over-thinkers and Race and Albert deflect/ignore problems

- Finch does archery (the canon era slingshot to the modern era archery pipeline, also the reincarnation AU potential here !! Personally want something with that) and can play guitar

- Albert does baseball

- Race does dance (as most fans headcanon)

- Spot probably also does baseball

- Favorite Colors: Finch, light purple / Albert, a very specific dark orange / Race, light blue / Spot, dark red

- Real Names: Race and Spot are the usual ones / Finch = Adrian Cortez / Albert = just Albert DaSilva but he kinda hates the “old-timey-ness” of his first name (it’s a family name). He prefers to go by Sam around strangers/authority figures, short for Samuel (middle name).

- Finch comes from a rich family, he’s the “heir to the Cortez line” but hates the snobby sounding title (and he might have a twin brother sometimes). I heard this once in a random fic and ran with it.

- Albert has like 5-6 siblings, and I’m not sure if I’d place him right in the middle or the youngest

- Race is Italian. His family is huge. He has several sisters, no (blood) brothers.

- Honestly, I’ve never settled on Spot’s family :/

- Spot knows fluent French, Finch basically knows fluent Spanish, and Albert just listens to his friends and boyfriend speak in foreign tongues :)

- Oh and if it wasn’t clear, the relationships are Spot/Race and Albert/Finch. In my mind, every other pairing is platonic and likely brotherly too.

- Race and Spot have a fascination with each other’s eyes, specifically when the sun shines on them. They just kinda gaze lovingly when it happens <3

- Spot also adores the sound of Race’s laugh

- Finch loves it when Albert calls him by nicknames (listed below), he likes the sweet intimacy of it. Albert tends to just randomly watch Finch; he zones out and suddenly Fi is smiling all amused at him and isn’t that the greatest sight?

- Finch and Race both love reading, hardcovers and audiobooks respectively (taking Race’s preference from @ asexualbert)

- ^ Albert can’t say no to Finch getting new books because “He looks so goddamn happy, I don’t want him to be sad by saying no”.

- ^ Spot just has this issue where he physically cannot say no to Race’s pout — it’s a real issue sometimes. And “He keeps excitedly showing me all these books that he wants and I refuse to say no because then he’ll stop smiling and I’d rather that not be the case”.

- Albert and Spot are warm-bodied, the perfect pairs to cold-bodied Finch and Race

- In modern era, Finch, Albert, and Race are besties and Spot, Mush, and JoJo are besties, and there is often overlap between the groups (this may or may not tie into my multichapter fic…)

- Cute Nicknames!! Race calls Spot just Conlon, dumbass /aff, darling, and innamorato: Italian term of endearment for boyfriend (I’ve used it in fics and no one has corrected me so I’m assuming it’s right)

- ^ Spot calls Race just Higgins, dumbass /aff, love, and the other twenty billion names you can make out of “Racetrack” and “Antonio”

- ^ Finch calls Albert just Al, asshole /aff, sweetheart

- ^ Albert calls Finch just Fi, asshole /aff, and bub

ALRIGHT I’M CALLING IT!!! Let me know your thoughts on my personal headcanons, I’d love to chat and compare ideas :D

[blucassiopeia]

Falling Stars

the universe grants wishes to selfless hopefuls.

contents of this chap : fluff but not the fluff you expect, bit of angst inc swearing, fem!reader, reader!twin of tsukishima kei, reader has to-be-revealed illness, mentions of shattered dreams, anxious!reader, usage of first names, full names on mention are in lastname-firstname (japanese custom), japanese honorifics and vocabs present, HAIKYUU setting and vball jargons, pre-timeskip [s2 timeline], character build-up

warnings ⚠️ : English is not the author's first language. This fic has a draft Wattpad version. I do not own Haikyuu, its characters, plots and settings. Everything you see different here from the anime-manga is a becoming of my fictional world.

"Blue" for texts and chats. "Green" for calls. "Orange" for memory prompts. "White" for background convos that reader can hear.

wc : 7,003 words

Cassie : sorry for the long-ass first chap of the fic. i was conflicted on where would I cut.. anyways, enjoy! And oh! Theories will be entertained. I love them. ♥︎

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The ball richocheted back to Karasuno's side of the court as you stared at it. The horror in the eyes of the orange-haired boy is too obvious to not notice as his feet fell back to the hardwood floor. Your eyes drifted to your twin as he stared at the same ball too, catching a tinge of shock and sadness and defeat mixing all over his face. But he hides it very well. He's good at it.

"They should have followed it up, don't you think?"

The thick browed stranger seated at the other end of the row commented thick, leaning forward, elbows on his knees and eyes glued on the court. His curly-black-haired-masked-guy company bored his eyes on you, arms crossed on his chest as the former spoke.

"It's a waste." You heaved yourself up, avoiding the eye contact and tugged the strap of your bag. "But a match is not a good match without a loser to learn from the other's win." You bowed at them and quickly left Sendai Gym before Kei catches a glimpse of your shadow. You have to reach home before he can. That would be a disaster for your future schemes if he does.

Dad, can I have my subscription back for Monthly Volleyball?

Sure, honey.

You fiddled on your phone as you watch the nearly empty bus make its way back to those familiar roads home, the summer winds hinting their arrival in an early June afternoon. You gotta try asking to let them know what you want to do, right? There's no harm in asking. But if they decline.. what's gonna happen to you 'til then? Are you gonna be cooped up on those four walls with the other students and walk home afterwards like a good child and student? Can you really..

Dad, I wanna try managing Kei's team?

There was radio silence for the next minutes that made you sick, you wanna barf so bad. Oh.. the nervousness. The heel of your palm made its way to your sternum as you kept waiting, not a sightful mannerism. Is he busy? Maybe he is. The team he's coaching might be practicing right about at this hour. Yeah, that maybe it.

Inform Akiteru that I will be home for dinner.

You bit your lip as you read your Dad's reply. He's gonna personally talk to you about your request, with your brothers. Oh please.. no. The bus was suddenly achingly slow to reach the stop as your tears welled up and a lump of something is in your throat. You forced it in and exhaled sharply as you moved down the bus. People by the bus station stopped and stared at you as you were lost on your horrifying thoughts.

Fix yourself.

Fix yourself.

Shit, fix yourself already.

Taking steady breaths as you walk your way home, your hands drying your face desperately. Akiteru should not see you like this. He'll freak out, added that you forgot to ask his permission that you'll be watching Kei's game today. One that he didn't expect you doing, but did anyway.

"Tadaima..." You called out to him as you removed your shoes in your genkan. Hurried shuffles were heard and the door to your front flew open revealing your worried older brother. "Dad's gonna have dinner here tonight." You blurted out first before he can blabber his worries endless.

"You should've texted me you'll be going out. And to Kei's match, really now?" He huffed, clearly irritated. This is not new, him being irritated, but this is the first sinceー no, no. Don't go there. "I would've come and watched with you. And what if you hーwere you crying?" Fuck, he noticed that? You hurried to the stairs passing him but he grabbed you back by your arm to where he stood. His fingers tilted your chin for you to meet his eyes, scrutinizing at first but turned soft just as quickly. "You were crying. Why?" There's something in his change of tone that you hated. You avoided his gaze.

"It's nothing, Aki-nii." You dodged his fingers that held your chin. Before you took another step away from him, he hugged you oh so tightly.

"I'm sorry. I was just worried, sweetheart."

Worried. Worries.

Visions of that game came flooding to you again, a game that flipped your life 180°, a game that robbed you of everything you worked hard for, and your dreams.. your precious dream. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately stopping the memories that were reeling on your mind. Aerosol scent. Net. Cheers. Breathless feeling. Yoyogi Gym. Painedー

"Akiteru nii-chan. You hug too tight." But instead, he hugged you tighter and planted kisses on your disheveled hair. You squirmed and broke off, giving him a glare as he chuckled.

"You might hate me but it eases me to know that you know why I'mー." You rolled your eyes.

"Yea, yea." You shrugged him off and went for your room. He sighed and yelled for you to go down when dinner is ready.

Your room was how it was before you left that morning. Gray hues are all over as the bright afternoon seeps in through the blinds, your speckles of stars illuminating the room in an hour or two. Plushies of different sizes but of the same kind nicely tucked against your headboard and on your organized desk. Your haven. You plunged to your bed, dirty clothes and all, and whined for all the stress this day had given you. Lifting your head up, you stared at the very first plushie you bought about three years ago. You crawled to it and held it in your arms, cooing and eventually continued your halted burst before you stepped home.

Dinner was unnerving. Much worse to your annoyance, Kei eyed daggers on you throughout the meal.

But you held out with, "What?"

"You think I didn't notice you there earlier? I have these glasses for a reason or two."

You expected it coming, but not him seeing you at Sendai Gym. Akiteru would've told him, or your Dad. You bit your cheek at the thought and continued on eating after avoiding his piercing gaze. Both your brothers synced on clicking their tongues at you. You rolled your eyes without looking up at them, making your Dad on your left chuckle at his kids' scene.

"What's so funny, dad? That young lady over there often forgets she's important to us, it's so damn frustrating." You cringed at Akiteru who immediately glared at your reaction.

"She's just doing the things that makes her happy, Akiteru."

With that line, you felt butterflies in your stomach, full of hope with the request you made earlier that day. Tsukishima Daiki glanced at you with an ever-so-loving smile, it teared you up without saying anything else.

You composed yourself and let the happy feeling wash over as you finish your dinner, althroughout the excessive whines and arguments of the over reacting seals. You can't help but to sway your hips comically to the happy rhythm on your head, teasing your brothers, as you put your dishes on the sink. You glided over your dad in the midst of their argument, to which you didn't care for all the bliss you're feeling, and kissed his cheek. "I love you the most, Dad. Take care on your way back."

Kei didn't miss the teasing wink you shot at him as you bounded out of their sight.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

"Curiosity will kill me. You, why don't you have a club 'til now?" You perked up at your friend that's seated beside you and shrugged, smiling. "Don't you want to join any?"

"Nope", popping the "p" while skimming through the new entry of your Math notebook. You heard Kei snorted, and Tadashi groaned plopping something in his desk at your back.

It's been a week since your Dad had given you permission to do what you want to do, to be happy. You were finding a right moment to do that, but Kei's been on your heels these days if ever you're in the campus and when they aren't in practices. Pretty cautious.

"You're built athletic. It's a waste. Why don't you try our tennis club? Oujiyama Hideo is really eyeing for you these days."

"No." It came out rigid and unapologetic. You both turned to Kei who raised an eyebrow, looking up from his Math textbook. "No."

Your friend scrunched up her nose at Kei. "I really don't see why, Mister."

"Don't push it~"

"And I really don't see why you're asking. Instead of talking, both of you should study. Exams are coming." Kei eyed you a drop the topic yourself or else- look while he's putting his headphones on.

Your friend groaned and turned to you. "I really don't see why your brother's a heartthrob to the other classes." She whispered that gave you a giggle, Tadashi also snorted stiffling a laugh when he heard it.

"Take care on your walk home." Kei and Tadashi gave you head kisses as they were heading out to their club. Homeroom just finished and it's the daily routine now since coming to Karasuno High. You walk home alone when you have nothing else to do. Pretty boring, plain highschool life this is. You badly want a change.

You nodded as they prodded through the hallway, reeling some couple of eyes as they pass. Tadashi gave you one last look before they disappeared to the stairs.

You were about to walk back inside the room when a yell or was it a whisper? echoed through the hallway. You turned to that someone who called for you and you froze upon recognition, feet wobbly on the ground you had to put a hand on the jamb for support.

She had reached your proximity, breathing heavy and ragged, papers in her fingers are scrunched up. Club application forms. "Glad I caught up to you without them seeing." She was beaming. You're not blind enough to not see the heads poking everywhere to just watch the two of you interact. "Please, I really need you, Tsukishimaー"

"Yes." She paused, dumbstruck at you, lips slightly gaped at you. "Yes, Shimizu-senpai. I'm gonna apply as a new manager for the team."

"Hey! You and Kei-kun just said No to me!"

She's still wide-eyed, so you continued. "I know you. You're the manager of Kei's team, right? Glad you made it to me, the knights are really on patrol these days. I really wanted to join too." Her eyes were literally sparkling and she took both your hands excitedly. And you silently admitted that if ever this hadn't happened sooner, you had to barge in and head on just to apply.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

But you didn't got yourself ready enough for this. You were already walking to the very gym you ever wanted to be in ever since Kei and Tadashi joined. The gym you peeked on everytime you pass by the corridor. The gym where you'll hear the nostalgia of the bouncing balls and squeaking shoes. You took a deep breath and held your bag strap tightly. They won't like this, but to hell with it.

You groaned as you heard an "Ah! Kiyoko-san! You found a new manager?". Kiyoko urged you to join her face the team and you stepped up beside her just barely through the doors.

Tadashi gasped your name through the crowd the team was forming infront of you. Your eyes swept to the sound of his voice but found Kei's angry features. A second later, he materialized to you and grabbed your elbow out of the gym. Collective gasps and 'Tsukishima' were heard before you decided to focus on the issue at hand: an angry Kei.

You winced at his grip, you're sure it'll leave a bruise and Akiteru will be flooding you questions again. He's seething through his breaths, big paces out to the side of the gym where the vending machines are situated. You caught your breath when he stopped dragging you.

"What were you thinking?" His voice is dangerously low, impending, and you knew better not to answer. It'll just get worse when you ride his temper. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" That was loud enough that you can picture poking heads from the windows and from the door of the gym, murmurs evident and Tadashi shushing and ushering them away. You bit your lip in embarassment and fading remorse.

"You knew you can't play anymore, interact with sportsーEVEN WATCH!!" You furrowed your brows as you stared at the lump in Kei's throat when he sinked your 5'9 with his 6'2.

"Is this why Dad told us what he told us that night? Huh?" You can feel his rage coming out, you're about to cry. But no. Stand firm for once. "Is this why?! ANSWER ME!" You jumped at his booming voice and closed your eyes momentarily at the shock it gave you, a sharp pain shot through your torso. But don't mind that now. Hide that for now. Hide it.

"Youー" He raised a finger, closing his eyes in attempt to contain the latter of his rage, harsh bobbing in his throat. "You know he can't say no to you!! You know we can't say no to you!! How can you do this to us?! Why are you doing this to us!? PleaseーJUST PLEASEーgo home, Y/n." His breath hitched and you shot your eyes on Kei's only to find tears streaming down his face.

"Kei." He harshly pinched the root of his nose, getting rid of the coming tears, glasses pushing up as he did and brows too furrowed. You fought your own, too, because you know he don't need that right now.

"You don't know how much we want you protect you. To just stay long LONG as much as you can. You don't know how much we want to spend our lives thinking you'll be fine and nothing's to be worried about. You don't know how much it scares us. You don't know that, Y/n. You don't know that." He whispered it under his shaky and raspy breaths but it thundered through your whole being. The tears you're desperately trying to hold from the moment you saw your twin's tears are betraying you. To hide it, you hugged him tight, nuzzling your head to his shoulder.

"You won't lose me. I promise."

You watched his side-profile as his eyes fluttered shut at your voice followed by a shaky breath. You hugged him tighter and stayed like that for a few minutes. You knew it's hard for them for you to be like this. You knew your limits better than them. You're anxious that they won't understand what's lingering in your thoughts. And you're not ready to share any of it soon.

Kei took one last shaky breath and hugged you back, kissing your head for as long as he wanted. "Okay. Fuck. OKAY. You're not going to do anything without my permission. MY. PERMISSION. Got it?" Your eyes were wide in excitement at Kei's words. He rolled his eyes as he swiped your bag out of your shoulder and into his.

You followed his strides back to the gym excitedly. "Hai Onii-chan~"

"Sorry for being rude, Shimizu-san."

"I'm sorry too, Tsukishima. I didn't expect it to be that complicated and serious."

You saw Kei shook his head timidly as you ghosted at his back. Your eyes wandered through the wary crowd and found Tadashi, finally, who was wearing a concerned smile. But before you can even return his smile, someone from your side exclaimed your name. You found a mid-20s blonde man with an expression somehow between shock and excitement. You have seen him tending the too familiar store nearby, figured him to be the team's coach from last week's match. But to know you?

"Coach, she's the new manager."

"You know her coach?"

"Of course! She's one of the best players in the prefecture, both boys' and girls'. Any of you don't recognize her?" Oh. You blushed at the unwanted recognition, then you figured you have to formally introduce yourself.

"Hi. I'm sorry for earlier. I'm Tsukishima Y/n, twin sis of Kei. Please call me Y/n. Nice to meet all of you." You graced them a bow and a smile, earning gawks at the team.

"Saw her in Tsukishima's house. Thought she was a girlfriend or something."

"Tsukishima's too salty for a girlfriend."

You bit your lip as you ignored the side comments. "Manager, Shimizu? Not assistant coach?"

"Right?"

"Coach? Her?" There's no tone of doubt in Sugawara Koshi's voice as he flickered his eyes between you and Coach Ukai. His eyes were full of marvel and amazement. And you know him, of course.

"Ah, Tanaka-san, Noya-san, you both don't even have a girlfriend."

"Youー"

"Hey!"

"I don't mind her coaching, Coach. But is it even possible?", the captain asked. If you remember correctly from Kei's and Tadashi's conversations, his name is Sawamura Daichi.

"Y/n, try to be my assistant coach. I can vouch for you. I know your skills, you have your father's genes too. You will be great! You can be the manager too. I kinda need someone to assist me and I know you'll be a perfect fit."

"Tsukishima, have a lap of flying."

"Yes, Sawamura-san."

"Ha! Serves you right."

"At least it's just one, Ou-sama, not like yours and the others."

You turned to Kei for a solicited answer at the Coach's offer. He's now at the right end of the crowd having a squabble with Kageyama Tobio. "Kei?" He turned to you, smirk receding as you raised a brow on him at his behavior.

"As long as she won't do excessive work, Coach. She also can't play and do anything without my permission."

Coach Ukai nodded at the conditions, taking it as a yes. Your heart warmed at that instant, can't believe it was actually happening. You were in trance of bliss when suddenlyー

"What's with you, Tsukishima!? Killjoy!"

You grinned at the orange-headed boy named Hinata Shoyo as you recalled reading at the pamphlet of the last game. You grinned at Kei, too, that has his face so contorted at the sight of you grinning. You're happy, and he has no choiceーworry's off the windows at this point.

Padding at Kei's track jacket placed on top your thighs, you stared at awe at the up-close weird fast attack of Kageyama and Hinata. Still not registering in your mind that Hinata's closing his eyes when doing so, except for the normal fast attacks. It felt like a rush, but who were you kidding? You did akin to that when you were in middle school, one that your spikers hated because it hurts their palms.

That attack ended the rally, and the 2nd set of the team's practice game. Groans were evident as Hinata requests for another set. The sun had long gone behind the mountains of the peaceful neighborhood and it's really time to go home.

"How was it? Got any comments?" Coach Ukai turned to you after dismissing Hinata and ordered the rest of the team to clean up.

"Hmm, it was good. Their skills are distinct but still average, for me, considering I've seen more and better through the years. The receives, in particular.. we have to polish these rocks to diamonds by Spring Qualifiers, Coach. And we should ummー" You took Tadashi's ready hand to prop yourself up from the hardwood floor, body shielding you from the stares. "ーmaybe add more weapons or something?ー" Tadashi shielded your bottom half with Kei's jacket as you dusted off your skirt, a protective reflex being a bestfriend of many years. "ーjust to overload the opponents intake of info, throwing them off from the weird fast attack. The more the better."

Coach Ukai smiled smugly at Daichi and Koshi, the latter stared at you in awe. Hm? It's not some awesome of a comment to look at me like that, you thought. Not that you didn't wanted to be stared like that. Especially if it's him.

You were all walking out of the school grounds to have meat buns at Sakanoshita when Koushi walked up to your side, all smiles. Of course. You suddenly searched for Tadashi or even Kei in the crowd without making it known to any soul around.

"We know it's not yet official that you're joining, that, I really hope you would be joining us. Managing and coaching would be a piece of cake, we have Coach Ukai and Shimizu. You will work less, I promise, well just for this year that Shimizu's around, anyway. So hm? Please?"

You tilted your head in mock thinking, it caught large groans in the back. Tohoku region's June evening air is blowing on your hair softly with each step. Your shoulders all relaxed without your bag, and without the worry that's present that afternoon. You breathed in softly, giggling at the next conversations that took place from yours and Koushi's back.

"C'mon Y/n, please join."

"Kiyoko-san's smiling and talking more when you're around."

"OI! That's not how you invite her! Sorry Y/n. Please don't mind them."

"Y/n-saaan! We'll protect you from Tsukishima!"

"BOKE! HINATA BOKE! He's her brother!"

"But he's yelling at her!"

Your body angled briefly at Koushi's direction to address him, "Of course I'll join. I can do multitasking."

You saw how his face morphed from a pleading face to a beaming one in seconds, it made you smile. He brought up his fist up front as both of you continued to walk, prompting a fist bump that you happily obliged. The others at the back pumped their fists anywhere for the brief and candid celebration.

"But not tasking too much~" Kei mused as he passed by your side with Tadashi in tow, your bag scrunching the jacket's fabric on his shoulder, both of their eyes dead ahead.

"Don't overwhelm her." Or not. Tadashi muttered that on a deadpan monotone voice while staring at the flock on your back. It came quiet for a moment, just seconds, and after that, he resumed his walk with Kei.

"This is new to us, y'know, how they act towards you." His eyes are on Kei and Tadashi that's already near Daichi whose face is morphed between annoyance and embarassment for his loud team as he waited for us in front of Sakanoshita.

You smiled ahead, "Well, Sugawara-san, them acting and talking blunt is new to me, too."

"That's Suga-san for you." You mentally noted that for the conversations to come.

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Your lips were quivering in happiness and ecstasy as the thick fabric dangled within your fingers. The crowd were beaming in front of you as they officially welcomed you to the team. Kei's faux emotionless face stood beside a smiling Tadashi at the back.

The night before reeled on your mind, met Kei's eyes againーa supportive glint in them. When you both came home to Akiteru, he directly told the older one of what had happened. Akiteru scolded the both of you and Kei's protective counters were seeping through the whole banter. You just sat quiet next to him and under the table, he was calming your popping thighs. When the banter dragged on and venomous, he tapped it in urgency, a prompt telling you to leave them alone.

When Tadashi heard of the news that morning, he ran up to you and lifted you, whirling you around in high spirits. You laughed through his laughs, taking note of the sight you really loved about him, his smiling amber eyes. You tapped his shoulder, still laughing, when he came unbalanced. He put you down ever so carefully and gave you head kisses to curb his delight.

"Can't believe it, Y/n! I'm so happy for you!" You just smiled proudly and turned to Kei who's disgusted at the scene.

"I'm gonna be your plus one! You can't do anything without my permission too!" He proudly puffed his chest that you playfully smacked at his words.

Kei was the who snorted this time, handing your bag to Tadashi as you three walked the hallway to your homeroom. "You'll just tolerate her." Both you and Tadashi laughed at his knowing remark to which he groaned and immediately placed some distance in between when your laughs covered the halls.

"Please take care of us, Y/n!" the team chorused, your heart swelling dangerously in happiness that your quirk surfaced again subconsciously, giving Kei and Tadashi a scare. But your smile stopped them from acting on.

But you never actually meant every small thing that came with that. You feel your eye twitched at the sight of these two breathing creatures in front of you with their unbelievableーwell, not too unbelievableーrequest.

"C'mon Y/n~ Your brother's being an insufferable beanpole asshole again and he does not do business with us beyond his business hours even though we have the whole morning free." Shoyo whined loudly that it gained a handful of glances from your own classmates. The teachers were nowhere to attend classes that morning that supported Shoyo's claims, hence the students' freedom to roam around.

You feel Tadashi's hands on your back as he plays with your hair, easing your pending stress from this encounter.

"Of course. Business terms are business terms, pipsqueak. Though, I don't really mind you both not understanding those. You, being an idiot, and the big lug being so kingly he won't do business terms with commoners. Right, Ou-sama?" Tobio grumbled unintelligently that made Kei smirk at his seat.

"Kei! Stop it!" He rolled his eyes in exchange of your bark. This is really so surprising for you. For the week you're with the team, you saw his and a bit of Tadashi's unusual behaviors and you're scrunching up your nose to how they could be so blunt, not so endearing as they are with you.

"This is one of the reasons why he won't let you join the team, you barking at him." Tadashi chuckled as he twirled more of your hair. You rolled your eyes and curled the corner of your lips.

"Both of you, sit." You ordered to the still standing boys infront of you. Both were exhilerated and took their seats on either side of you. Well, Daichi's threats, failing-the-sem threats and the Tokyo Training Camp seems to be their motivation for this.

"Whose bestfriend are you, Yamaguchi?"

"Yours, of course. But what's yours are also hers, right?"

You and Tadashi both laughed softly as Kei helplessly groaned, propping his headphones on.

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"You're kidding me. Ushiwaka made it into World Youth?"

You pursed your lips and kept silent at Koushi's topic. He's staring at his phone, probably a sports news got on his feed. Practice just curbed early that afternoon and y'all were walking to the club room already for the tutor sessions of the "Stupid Quartet", as what Coach Ukai and Daichi penned them.

"World Youth, Suga-san?"

"Basically, he's been picked as Japan's under-19 representative to the World Team." Kei ghosted his palm on your shoulders as he commented to the topic. He rubbed the spot where his hand were before letting it fall on your back as you went up the stairs.

"Ushiwaka's the Japanese Boys' representative to the world?!"

"Ohhh~ you wanted to be the girls' representative to the world when you hit high school huh, Y/n? I'll support you!"

You snorted. "You have to be with me, too, you know."

"Aaahh, no. No. I'm contented with just being Miyagi's bestー"

You wobbled at your fourth step and held on to the railing, a toll to just cut the memory. Tadashi got your waist and briefly looked at you concerned.

"We have to beat him to get to the Nationals." Daichi said, standing next to Koushi at the top of the stairs. Your next step was more determined, Tadashi saw it and let loose at his grip. However, he's still hovering behind you with Kei as you continued to the stairs.

You're fine. You're fine. Deep breaths.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

"I'll be in the condo this weekend after practice. You wanna come with me?" Kei's poking head was in your door. It was Friday night and Akiteru's not home during the weekends because of his school stuffs, and you're not allowed to be alone.. soー

"But how about Kageyama and Hinata's tutor sesh, Kei?" His nose scrunched up at your question, you smirking, noting he's too annoyed with his two teammates.

"Who cares about those stupid dumbasses?" You raised a brow at his retort that made Kei groan. "I hate you. Okay, fine. They can come over. To the condo, not here." He grumbled more as he disappeared behind the door, leaving it ajar.

"I love you Kei!" You called him, really amused at his change of behavior.

To: Tobio, Shoyo & Tadashi ; 9:38pm

Study sesh with us after practice tomorrow. Our condo at Sendai. Help me with Kei to turn it to a study night, k?

From: Tadashi ; 9:40pm

I gotchu!

But your family's condo at Sendai? Was that the same condo from years ago?

From: Shoyo ; 9:41pm

AH! Y/NNNNN!! ARIGATOUUU!!!

From: Tobio ; 9:55pm

Okay.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

Shoyo's sparkling eyes were dead-set at the building where the grumpy Kei entered mindlessly. Tobio was mirroring Shoyo, minus the noise. Tadashi was just silent and awkwardly smiling from the whole ride.

"Let's go in already?" He finally spoke through Shoyo's and Tobio's excitement. You know why he's like this so to ease that, you just nodded and led them to the building.

Shoyo got a lot of questions as you took the walk to one of the elevators and you diligently answered each one. A man was already in queue for the elevator that's going up the building. When it dinged, all of you rushed in, just in time for you to hear a painfully familiar voice calling you. Really? Right off the bat? Tadashi pulled you fast into the back and frantically closed the elevator doors, jamming a finger at the close button, the plastic full of snacks from the convenience store crinkled at his movement. You looked at his face as his eyes were as frantic as he, staring at the closing elevator doors.

"Fuck." He loudly exhaled as the elevator closed, finally, frantic receding in his system and became aware of his actions gradually. "I'm sorry. It's just her stalker."

You chuckled. Stalker.

"A stalker? From Shiratorizawa?" Now it's your turn to say fuck in your head. Tobio's eyes are fast, alright.

"Yeah." You didn't miss his worried glance at you after he replied nonchalantlyーor what he tried to act like.

"DON'T WORRY Y/N! WE'LL PROTECT YOU!!" Ugh, Shoyo's booming voice at a closed space is deafening. You flickered a worried glance at the man in the elevator with the four of you. "But Kageyama! How did you know the stalker's from Shiratorizawa?"

"He's wearing their track jacket, didn't you see?"

"Ah, no." Shoyo uninterestingly replied and turned to you. "Y/n! Do you have showers?" And continued his endless questions.. You smiled lopsidedly. You may take a while to get used to this.

Shoyo's questions died down when the elevator dinged. Your floor is here. The man who were with you went out first. You just noticed his tall figure, having distanced from your height for a few couple meters. Tadashi nudged you out of the elevator, cutting your observant sense on the man, the duo followed suit.

You slowed as you saw how the man stopped in front of the door that you've been in and out for years, the Tsukishima name plate dangled by the doorbell. "Excuse me? You need something?" You smiled at the man and he looked at you, seemed dazed.

"Of course." That sighing remark didn't escape your ears. "Of course. You're her daughter. Of course." Four head tilts synched as the man continued on his remark.

"You know him, Y/n-chan?"

You tell me, Shoyo. Do I know him?

"I came for your dad. Tsukishima Daiki?"

"Oh." So he came for Dad. "You can wait for him inside, sir. He'll be home in ー " You glanced at your phone screen. "ー20-30 minutes at most." You rounded past him to ring the bell and spoke to the intercom, "Kei, open up." You turned to the man, still staring at you. "Uhm, can I ask your name to inform Dad, sir?"

"I'm Hibarida Fuki." He answered as Kei opened up the door, face grumpy. "This is my first time seeing Daiki and Hiyori's twins." He chuckled that made Kei turn to him and bowed, grumpy face gone.

"Ah! Coach! Come in! Come in! Dad's on his way." Akiteru's voice sounded through the inside halls of the condo, hurried steps approaching. Coach.. Coach Hibarida.

"He's the coach of the Men's National Team." Tobio mumbled at your back. Shoyo gasped at his side as the coach was shuffled inside by Akiteru. Kei made eye contact with you through the shuffles of the guests your family have this afternoon.

You suddenly wanted to die at that moment.

You gulped hard as Tadashi waited for you by the door, soft ambers gazing with unwavering concern. "Hey. You're alright." It took a lot to nod at his prompt.

"Hm. Yes. I'm okay." You steadied your pace towards and into the condo, closing the door behind you.

Shoes were neatly cluttered in your genkan, voices echoed through the left room where your living room is situated. Tadashi waited for you through it all, observing your every breath. You appreciate his actions, felt he's so sweet that you cupped his cheek with your one hand to return the affection. He held it in his, gave it a squeeze before wrapping that same arm around your shoulder.

"I'm okay, Guchi-guchi."

"Of course you are." You felt him smiling through his sarcasm. You elbowed him playfully as he kissed your head before you rounded to the archway of your living room, his hand already sliding through your back, thumb rubbed a few on the small of your back before it went back to his side. You felt his weight shifted away from you as he rounded up ahead to take his seat on the couch beside Tobio that's now politely attentive to whatever Akiteru and Coach Hibarida are conversing about. Shoyo on his other side doing the same thing.

"ーteam's roster."

"Oh really? Coach Ukai's grandson is the Coach now?"

"Yes! And Y/n's the assistant coach!"

They suddenly turned their eyes on you, accidentally locking eyes with Coach Hibarida, you forced a wave and a smile you can't seemingly describe between getting pooped out and embarassed. He returned your smile, full-bearded face stretching as his lips upturned a curve, eyes glazing.

"You look like your mother Hiyori. You got full resemblance, to the hair, face.. The moment I took a good look on her earlier, I thought she was your mother, Akiteru." You blushed from the compliment, gracing a bow to the coach. Kei reached out for your hand, guided you to sit beside him on the couch you're leaning on, opposite to where the three are seating on. Kei brushed his thumb on the back of your hand to project comfort as he felt you stiffen through your feigns.

"And this tall man right here is a perfect mixture of both. Hm! What's your position on your team?"

"Middle blocker, coach."

And swarms of questions about the team were heard. Shoyo and Tobio were actively talking with Coach Hibarida as Tadashi, you and Kei offered some comments and infos to him. You were dejectedly leaning at Kei that has his arm around your waist, the other's elbow propped on the arm of the couch, chin resting on his palm.

"I wanna be on the National team someday, coach!" Shoyo enthusiastically said as the topic went on the National team.

"I'll be a setter of the National team too, coach!" Tobio, as Shoyo's eternal challenger or is it the other way around? followed up.

Coach Hibarida can't help but just laugh at these claims and turned to you and your twin for the same claims after Tadashi offered nothing but indecisiveness.

Straightening in your seat, "Uhm, I'm afraid that's long gone in my list of what I wanna do?" and sheepishly smiled at the coach.

"I can, but too lazy to do travels. I just might be staying here in Sendai with Dad."

"Well, it's still too early to decide for things for the future so work yourselves out first. If ever one of you gets on the team, I'll be welcoming you with open arms.", and he laughed like the old ojii-sans in a store nearby your house.

National team. You smirked at the thought as the discussions went on, head swimming in those endless thoughts. The familiar sense of sickness slowly upping to your chest, and you pushing it down to contain it just for a few more.

Practically waiting for all of this to end, you were the first one to hear your Dad's steps outside the door. You never thanked someone so vigorously in your mind. You jumped up and rounded the couch to your genkan as the door opened. Daiki saw you immediately and offered you an apologetic gaze and a small "I'm sorry." just enough for you to hear. You hugged him to relay your "It's okay. I love you, Dad." to him, receiving head kisses that you love the most. You helped him with his things as he made his way to living room to greet the guest.

It was flowing just right and you're on your way up the stairs following the boys when you heard Coach Hibarida said, "I was in the area, Shiratorizawa for Ushijima. The kid will be with me next week for the World Camp in Poland."

You gulped hard and hurried after the boys that's scuffling and squabbling already in one of the rooms.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

The first thing you felt was the slow and comfortable inertia coming to a halt. Second was the slow breaths of the owner of the shoulder your head is leaning on. Third was the yawns all over the place, followed by the ones beside you. Fourth was the soft sshh he managed to someone not you followed by hurrying murmurs and soft steps out to somewhere.

You fluttered your eyes open, his grabby hand was the first you saw, then he chuckled and peeked at your face, his hazel eyes still sleepy but sparkling nonetheless.

"Had a nice sleep?"

You straightened up at the closeness of his face that he gladly withdrawed quickly and you took a yawn while scanning the place your bus had stopped at, rubbing a knuckle against your eyes to get the sleep off it.

"C'mon, they're already outside."

You groggily stood up and he got his things. "'am sorry for your shoulder, Suga-san. Kei and Guchi-guchi were already sleeping when I got in and noー"

"It's okay." You pouted as he led you out of the bus. Tadashi was already waiting for you on your way out, offering a hand.

"Suga-san, is your shoulder wet?" Tadashi snickered and you hit him hard in his shin and yielded an Ow what was that for look.

Koushi laughed, "It's dry.", catching on the joke Tadashi offered. You grumbled and walked towards Kiyoko without your thingsーtaking note that Tadashi or Kei has it as usual.

Kiyoko found you shuffling towards her and as soon as you're in her space, she fixed your hair that made your cheeks grow hot. She smiled at your reaction. My bed hair!!

Both of you jumped when you both heard a hyena-like laugh in Daichi's direction. Kiyoko chuckled, "That's Kuroo. The rooster-headed one. And Kai. They're from Nekoma. The captain and the vice-captain." You nodded, eyes still at Daichi's direction.

"Y'know, Tokyo doesn't look much different than Miyagi."

"Hang on a sec, Sawamura-kun. I think you're missing people here."

"Maybe coz we're in the suburbs, Asahi."

"Ah, Kuroo-kun. About thatー"

"Stop yawning and start walking Tsukishima! Yamaguchi!"

Kuroo and Kai led your team to the side entrance of the building. It's not as big as it looks in the front, though you know it's big when you get through those doors. And you saw a soccer field when your eyes rounded the area minutes ago.

When you and Kiyoko reached the glass door, you were spooked by a "Noooo!!".

Your eyes widen and Kiyoko instinctively protected you with her body despite the fact that you're taller than her, an arm spread. You felt your heart constricted momentarily, you gulped hard at the sight of a blond mohawk guy groveling by the doors.

"Ugh! Yamamoto!"

"They have two managers now!! Both pretty and gorgeous!!" The blond mohawk guy cried, still on his knees. Intense, your brows shot up.

Ryuunosuke casually walked infront of you and Kiyoko. "Do you see now, Tora?"

"Let's go, Y/n-chan." Kiyoko whispered to you, savagely ignoring Ryuunosuke of what he'll be saying. You nodded but eyes still at the conversing hot-spirited men.

"This is the true power of Karasuno." By the time he said that, you and Kiyoko were through the doors along with the others.

"Sorry 'bout that loud one." You accidentally snorted and hid your face behind Asahi's shoulder, too embarassed about how you snorted at Nekoma's captain. You saw him glance at you for a millisecond before smiling at everyone else.

"Once you've changed, the gym is right thereー" He pointed to the other end of the hallway where bouncing balls are heard. "ーEveryone else is already here." He sighed. "Yamamoto! Let's go! Kai, please."

"Hm!"

The team followed this Kai upstairs, but you heard a groan that made you look back. Kuroo's figure is turned against your walking team, his hands clearly rubbing his face continuously in exasperation(?) You don't know. You pursed your lips at the thoughts and hurried your steps towards the others ahead.

The gym was steps away. You were clinging hard to Tadashi's shirt as you walk with the team. The sounds makes you feel so nervous and excited and you think you might cry from the emotions.

This will be your first time seeing many teams playing in one place after a year. You missed it. You gulped a large lump as Daichi opened the doors that revealed the court and the people responsible for the sounds you've been hearing.

And it all became silent and still, for you. It was calming. Your grip on Tadashi's shirt loosened and your hand found its way back to your side, eyes trailing at the players and the nets and the ballsー

"Welcome back, Y/n." You looked briefly at Tadashi that's beaming at you, Kei at his side also staring lovingly at you but face still stoic.

Yes. This is home.

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FUN FACTS ::

1. Y/n is in just one issue for Monthly Volleyball. That was in her 3rd year Middle School whenーwill be revealed

2. Tsukishima Daiki is Sendai Frogs' coach.

3. The Tsukishimas has a full-court at their backyard. The team had already played there once sometime after the first Nekoma practice game. That was when Noya saw Y/n. (event detailed at Wattpad version)

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[leotheponderer]

So...I've been tagged by @agirlandherquill who was tagged by @katwritesshit to participate in a tag game from @halfbakedspuds, so here goes!

Rules: Answer as many (or as few) of the questions about your WIP as you can.

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

The Prologue, featuring Kato(Death, Psychopomp, Thanatos), Halcyon(Sleep, Hypnos) and Basile(World, Hades, Persephone) dubbed The Old World Trio because they're the only beings from the Old World who still exist in the New World. The first location I visualised was the Border, which is where souls go before being taken to the Underworld.

The Border.

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

[The Main Character by Will Wood] I love this song and it fits Kato's personality very well, especially during the Prologue. I can imagine Kato, Halcyon and Basile singing this together with Kato playing the Piano.

Abstract Kato playing the piano.

3. Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

My favourite has to be Kato, since they're the first character I ever created so I have lots of fond memories of going about developing their character. Halcyon came later as Kato's twin, and I grew to love their dynamic as siblings who then formed a found family with Basile. Halcyon would call Kato out on their bullshit and keep them in check while Basile is the reliable rock of the group.

Abstract Kato on the top and Abstract Halcyon on the bottom.

4. What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

Some Rise of the TMNT fans may notice some similarities between Leo and Donnie's dynamic (the disaster twins) and Kato with Halcyon. I did base some of their personalities on the duo, Kato being Leo and Halcyon being Donnie, so that's not a surprise. There's also a found family dynamic (and FANTASY :D), so I think fans of Avatar: The Last Airbender and Ninjago could like the Prologue too!

5. What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

Coming up with names! I really struggled with naming everyone, especially Kato because I wanted the best for them and also because Thanatos and Death in general is hard to work with. I still do not have a name for my story, though I'm working on it. Plot and writing is also hard, so is visualising. (In summary, everything.)

My earliest digital drawing. Abstract Kato increasing their collection.

6. Are there any animals in your story?

Plenty! I have not touched the main world yet, but I do know the New World is teeming with life. The Underworld and the Border on the other hand, have its very own bioluminescent inhabitants like the Glow Fishes, the massive Blue Dragon and the Soul Butterflies. Now that I think about it, the Underworld really resembles the spirit world from Avatar.

Some animal concepts.

7. How do your characters get around?

Probably on foot, though I have though about using their powers, like shadow travel from Nico di Angelo. Some of them have physical wings like Volaria and Felix (bird people), while others like Kato and Halcyon in the Prologue have more spiritual ones. Maybe they have animal companions, summons or just teleport through plantlife (Basile).

Abstract Felix flying in a marathon.

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

I'm mostly working on the Prologue, with small bits of the First Interlude and the Main Story. I haven't started on the Epilogue yet, only the things I want to see happen like Halcyon and Basile going on a journey together.

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

Realistically speaking, art tends to get the most attention on Tumblr. In order to do that I'll need to work harder on drawing to show my story through visuals, and not just words. I'll have to doodle my way into people's hearts!

A place in the Old World.

Whew, that was a long one. I don't really know many people who have WIP stories since I'm pretty new to Tumblr, so I hope they don't mind me tagging them: @hansenesque @drawnecromancy @the-arcade-doctor @devgel7889

Anyone who wants to play this game can join in on the fun too!

Note: There are nine questions in total, listed here.

1. What was the first part of your WIP that you created?

2. If your story was a TV show, what would the intro song be?

3. Who are your favourite character(s) and why?

4. What other pieces of media could share a fan base with your WIP?

5. What has been your biggest struggle while writing your WIP?

6. Are there any animals in your story?

7. How do your characters get around?

8. What part of your WIP are you working on right now?

9. What aspects of your WIP do you think will draw people in?

[tgmsunmontue]

What to write weekend...?

Friday again, start of my weekend.

MY WEEKEND WRITING GOALS

Finish SoS chapter (and post it)

Finish OAA epilogue (and post it)

Finish two other chapters for two others fics and post them (ONE DOWN! Have updated To Wake, Perchance to Dream now).

Explanation on how "What to Write Weekend" works and fic descriptions under the read more because it's long... Once you know you know though.

If your curious about wordcounts etc. I have a spreadsheet here.

NUMBERS:

Online and Anonymous - 15/16 Hangster who are anonymous Grindr buddies for YEARS. (Tumblr post)

Sagas of Solitude 8/? - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby

CURRENT LETTERS:

A, B, C, D, E, G, H, I, J, K, L, M

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If you need it, here's an explanation of how it works:

You pick 1-3 of the above and either:

reply

Message

Send an ask (Anon is on)

with the letters/Numbers of the fic/s you wish would hurry up and get finished/posted already. (Yes, you can pick the same one three times - some of these fics are that close to getting parts/chapters finished that would be enough to tip them over, you also don't have to pick more than one).

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I WILL WRITE AT LEAST 250 WORDS for each one you pick. I reply to let you know when it is done. I've also started tracking it in a spreadsheet.

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Numbers indicate fics I am consciously working on updating/completing, and likely have a completion date in mind.

Letters are fics that are often getting completed because people ask for me to work on them through things like this. (I usually do this every weekend).

Doing this keeps me on task and makes me accountable. It stops me from procrastinating and I really appreciate people providing their numbers.

THANK YOU!

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A) Upon which our souls touch - 3/? - Hangster TGM AU involving dragon riders and shape shifters and fantasy... Seriously, I wouldn't vote for this one because my kids ask about it almost daily so... it gets attention regardless.

B) I'd know you anywhere - Bradshaw Twins - Hangster (Tumblr post)

C) To wake, perchance to dream - 2/? - Hangster Jake wakes up in the future, gets a glimpse of what their life could be and then wakes up back right before being called back to Top Gun for the special detachment (e.g. TGM). (Tumblr post and the beginning of the fic)

D) Together or not at all... (SEQUEL) - Hangster - years after Javy/Nat get together they think their best friends (Hangman and Rooster) could maybe try dating each other. It'll either end in disaster or not.

E) Cyclone/Maverick - Cyclone is struggling to deal with being attracted to the most annoying person he's ever met. Why does he like him so much?

G) Celebrity Chef Bradley

H) From the top - 1/? - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together.

I) Life is too short to waste time matching socks... 3/? The peach and eggplant socks as an anonymous gift as an incredibly unsubtle hint that someone would like to fuck them. (tumblr idea unspooling here...)

J) Barista Jake who cannot spell Bradley's name. (HERE)

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - 4/?Transformers cross-over.

L) Hangster Soulmates, Bodyguard (leftover from the Bingo...)

M) IceMav Florist/Undercover Agent AU (also leftover from Bingo)

I'm working on some chapters to get them finished because I like posting chapters.