#they're nice to you and you're like oh fucking god damnit is this going to be problem. unserious!

[lonesomedotmp3]

is anyone else scared but I'm really deadly serious this time. I've been getting vibes from my only straight male friend lately like I thought we were becoming closer friends but sometimes it's like there might be something going on??? and well sometimes I get scared. is anyone else scared.

[film-in-my-soul]

Hi Alex!

Hangster + Soulmates for the Ficlet Bingo (if you feel like it), please? 🥰

Hope you're having a nice nice day! ☀️🌷

Claude

Here ya go Claude!

.⋆｡°✩ The time between getting shot down and reuniting with Maverick, Rooster isn't alone. ✩°｡⋆.

-ooster.

There's a ringing in Bradley's ear and a dull, thudding kind of pain all across his flank. Something cold and wet is landing on his face, but he can't make his eyes open.

Rooster, you answer me, damnit.

A voice in his head resonates like his own thoughts, rippling around the shrill buzz that might or might not be because his eardrums burst on missile impact. And oh. Oh fuck.

He just got himself shot out of the fucking sky.

Bradley, please.

And that voice. Bradley knows that voice. It's soft drawl, it's surprisingly light lit. He can say that the twist of fear is unfamiliar, though. He's used to grating, smug arrogance. Sometimes, he's used to piss-and-vinegar spitting. He can't say, even as he blinks slowly and painfully back into the moment, post-eject, that he's too cut up about the change in tone.

I swear to God, if you fucking got the spot just to get yourself blown to high hell, I'll-

Yeah, no, that's more like it.

"Shut up," Bradley hisses as he sits up, taking stock of himself, the smoldering remains of his jet some hundred feet away. He knows the thought doesn't reach the other man because the stream of angry chatter keeps up.

-so help me God. Fucking answer me, Bradshaw.

Bradley gets to his feet, wobbly but getting his bearings sorted out with each breath he manages to suck in behind aching ribs. He presses a hand to his temple where his helmet's been knocked off into the snow beside him and his tangled shoot. He presses against his skull, knowing that it doesn't actually make the connection stronger (it's proximity, touch, sometimes the meeting of eyes, nothing else). Still, he used to watch his parents do it, and it's a habit he'd picked up when he'd first felt the brush of another person in his brain, one he can't shake. No matter how much he's tired.

"Shut up, Hangman."

Blessedly, there's a moment of silence that follows; even the ringing peters out. Then, the other voice is back with a vengeance.

Are you insane?! What the hell were you thinking?!

Bradley winces, shaking his head as if that might make Jake quieter, and catches himself on a tree when the motion threatens to send him back to the ground.

"Not fucking helping."

Oh, I'm sorry, princess. You want a gold star for getting yourself blown up?

"I want you to be a little quieter, seeing as I did get myself blown up and all."

Jake goes silent again, and now that Bradley's not swimming to stay upright, something uncomfortable clenches in his gut at the absence, especially when it just makes the stillness of the forest intercut with the popping flames of his jet wreckage, all the more prominent.

Dumb question, but... are you okay?

Only the hesitant way the shared thought nudges him keeps Bradley from bristling. That and the sweep of relief making breathing a little easier.

"Aside from being behind enemy lines without a plane or a plan? I'm alive."

I'll take alive.

It's almost enough to make Bradley smile.

I'll tell command you're alive. We'll get rescue inbound and-

"Don't."

He doesn't need to tell Jake why, even as it makes an anxious prickle raise the hair on the back of his neck. Just because he got himself stranded doesn't change the fact that the Navy can't know they're soulmates. They'd both be grounded. At least this way... even if it gets him captured or killed, Jake's still got his wings.

"Maverick's alive. We'll figure something out."

Bradshaw-

"You're time to sit on the perch, Jake."

That shuts the other pilot up, at least for a second. Bradley thinks it's got more to do with the soft way he'd thought it than the use of Jake's own words against him and the understanding that even if he might not like it, Bradley's right.

You get your ass in the air, and you get back here, Bradshaw.

He doesn't say it, but Bradley thinks he can hear it anyway, and as he starts bundling up his parachute, gritting his teeth against the heat of unshed tears in his eyes, he rolls the unspoken message around like an echo, pushing him forward with each softer repetition.

You come home.

Ficlet Bingo!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jim Bickerman + Wayne Jackson *Separately* x Reader || Drabble Set

Plot: Part One.

The hospital wont let you in to see him!! You're not related, so they wont even give you any important information. You're about to blow a blood vessel just to get behind those mysterious double doors and find him yourself. As a last resort, you call the dumbass brother back up and demand he come and get you in.

*Bickerman Twins AU.

Warnings: Frustrated!Tense!Reader. Angst. Hospital angst. Unedited, I sleepy.

Whaaat?? Writing semi-serious romantic fiction for two Robert Englund characters that like 4-5 people on Tumblr are interested in?? *avoiding eyecontact by staring at a rock* not meeee...

Calling Jim to come see (Your ex) Wayne:

You're already annoyed having to be here in the first place, getting dragged off your couch after work because ex as done something dubious (Probably) and gotten himself hospitalised and made you worried sick. You're even more frustrated when no one here will answer any of your questions.

He's stable, they say. Yes, you respond in an irritated tone. But what does that m e a n?? Is going to get better or is he c o m f o r t a b l e? As in, dying but without the pain.

Every time someone says We cant hand out any further information without a relative, you want to crush something.

You try to tell yourself they're just doing their jobs, because they are and you respect that, but its Wayne.

And he's not allowed to die, yet. Not without your permission. No way. He wouldn't dare. Bastard.

Finally you leave the waiting room and stand outside in the cold night time air to dial your recent call. Jim picks up after 2 rings, but he doesn't sound all there, this time. Great.

"Hey, Jim."

"Oh Y/N! Nice to hear your voice, sweetcheeks. How are you, hm??"

"Well, not great." You respond bluntly, glancing at the glowing red and white sign above the emergency room entrance. "... Look, I'm not calling to chat. They're not telling me anything because I'm not family, so you're going to have to get over your family drama and get over here, now. Okay??"

"... get to where?"

You have no patience for Jim's drunk bullshit right now. "The hospital where your brother is laying somewhere possibly dying. That place. Ring a bell??"

"... vaguely." He sounds like he definitely remembers, but would prefer not to. Not because he's worried about Wayne, but because its an added irritation sprinkled on top of what is already what you assume to be a failure of a day. Like a gross fly hanging around your head on a sweltering hot day.

"Wonderful. So??"

"So what."

"jIM!"

The screech in your voice hurts his ears, thats evident by the groan he gives, but it wakes him up at least. "Okay, okay- I get it, I heard you, yeah. Uh-... Y'want me to come talk to the doctors about Wayne... Um... I would... but...- "

"Oh no!" You snap. "No buts!"

"... but- "

"No!" You insist, shaking your head. "He is possibly dying, Jim- or dead, since I last asked. And maybe you don't want anything to do with him anymore, which I understand since he's a pain in the ass, but I- " Something in you clenches and you take a deep breath to steady yourself. To stop yourself from crying. You're keeping it together, god-fucking-damnit. "But I don't care. Scrape your pathetic drunk ass off whatever sticky bar stool you're currently wasting away on and come visit your brother, or visit a nice lady in deaths reception- because if you don't come here I will send you there myself. I don't care, but either way, make your decision-- NOW!"

Then you hang up, and take another deep breath; crisp air filling up your lungs and making you feel dizzy. "... I need fries." You finally sigh out when the anger thins out leaving behind just the exhaustion, turning heavily on your aching feet back towards the door. Drenched in tomato sauce.

Mmm...

After you methodically emptied 5 packets of ketchup onto your stale, lukewarm hospital cafeteria fries and eaten one- you can feel your entire body coming back to life. If only to tell you how achy you are from work and then getting here and stressing so bad the whole way. Calm down, its yelling at you. And with the salty chippies in front of you and the taste of tomato sauce on your tongue, you almost do.

... But then you remember how badly you want to see Wayne okay, and how it surprised you how hard this hit you even after all this time. You made him leave back then; you got away just in time, before you became a casualty in his terrible life. You did the smart thing. You're the smart one! You've always been the smart one; you practically had no choice.

But apparently not all of you is smart.

Letting out a slow breath through your nose, you lean your forehead into you the heels of your hands, elbows on the table.

When your phone buzzes you manage to wrangle it out of your pocket and chuck it on the table, weakly opening it up and sighing as you read your notification.

Give me a few hours.

You can pay me in bourbon.

Slowly you type out a thank you.

Calling Wayne to come see (Your ex) Jim:

After you hang up on Reba (You annoyed the nurse enough that she called the woman who dropped Jim off so she could speak to you- and that was Reba. But she told you that he got half eaten up by a giant fucking crocodile and now you don't feel any better), you get out your own phone and unblock Wayne's number- then press call before you can back out of it, and wait impatiently for him to answer.

It takes him 6 awful rings, but just when you're ready to curse him out of pure frustration (And tiredness- it took a lot longer to get here then you first thought. Its 4am, now.) he picks up. 'Hello'-ing you like he doesn't know who this is. Whether he does or not you roll your eyes and mimic him with all the restrained annoyance of a sneering 5-year-old. "hElLo. Wayne! Its me again."

"Oh, well hey. Uh, you seen him yet?"

"No!!" You cry, frustrated and forgetting for a second that he doesn't actually care. "They wont let me, I'm not family." When he merrily hums into the receiver, like he's not really paying attention (like instead of sympathising with you over his brother being in hospital, he's flicking through a newspaper or taking a sip of lukewarm coffee) you breath in a sharp, clipped breath. Right. You're alone. "Anyway- come here."

He perks up immediately on his end of the line. "Heheh, oh?? Well, this is sudden, but uh... sure. Something I said resonated with you, huh?"

"I need you to come and get information about Jim. Get me into the room. You're his brother."

"... oh."

"Please."

"Ehhhh... you know; I'm kinda busy... "

Ughhh- "You are not!" You snap, sounding petulant. You don't care, you're tired... and you're worried... and you suddenly cant remember why you left Jim because you need him to be okay so bad that your chest hurts. You've been trying not to stop this whole time, bothering nurses with phone calls and eventually your face for hours, because if you don't you might cry. After a moment, and he doesn't respond, you take a deep breath and force yourself to sound calm. You know you sound psychotic but at this point you don't really care. You turn away from other people in the busy waiting room. "Wayne- Believe me, if you do not get your crusty ass into a car, or a plane, or a train, or a really fast bus and help me, then I am going to track you down, and get you. Trust me, I have the annual leave lined up. I will find you, and not even Lyle will be able to save you."

"See, now, I'm kinda intrigued~ Maybe I want you to come get me, huh sweetheart?"

"I will squeeze you so hard the little hole your blanks come out of closes up for good, Wayne."

"Jesus- "

"Hop to it! Now!" You snap, then hang up and go get a shot of chocolate from a vending machine. Clearly, you need it.

When you finally sit down 10 minutes later in the cafeteria, a coffee and a crumbly brownie in front of you, you give a sigh and stretch your legs out under the wobbly table. You know somewhere in this hospital Jim and he might be dying, and thats a nightmare coming to life that you're not mature enough- not equipped enough- to deal with.

When your phone vibrates in your pocket your pull it out and read the text with heavy, tired eyes.

On my way. Lyle's real mad. Get ready to give me a big kiss hello, sugar.

Slowly you let out a deep, relieved breath.

[duckduckhjonk]

I think Christmas is/has been my villain origin story

I mean sure, when I was a tiny baby I used to love the season, all the flashy lights and the cheesy mascots, the toys, but as I got older and, as dumb as this sounds, found the actual meaning of the day itself I grew to despise the season. The day is fine, I love my family and they're fun to be around, but my qualms lay with the rest of it.

The obsession with the season, the buy buy buy mentality, the capitalism of it all, and how deeply the rest of my family fell into it. For my family, they'd start celebrating in August if not for me. Fucking??? August??????? I could never wrap my head around the fact people start that early for just one day. I compromised with them to start just after my birthday, which is still absurd to me but it's what we could agree on.

We also stopped celebrating Halloween a long time ago because "you're all grown up, get over Halloween" ?????????? What??????? When I turned twelve everything Halloween just stopped entirely, I wasn't allowed to dress up anymore, no trick or treating, I had to be invited to do anything related to the day by someone else.

What do we do with the day instead then? Oh, wonderful question my dearest reader. Decorate for Christmas. Yeah... That's what my family does on Halloween.

Worse yet, if I bring up to someone I'm not very fond of the holiday instead of getting any "oh, I disagree but I respect your opinion" or any iteration of that, I get; "well what's wrong with you? You must have such a sad life. You don't have any whimsy at all. Such a Grinch." First off motherfucker I have whimsy, sorry it's not flavoured like Santa Claus ate a Christmas tree and shit into a gift box. Second off shut the fuck up????? What's it matter that I don't like the holiday??? I'm perfectly happy without the season.

Again, the day itself is fine. I celebrate with my family, it's nice, but god fucking damnit if I have to see one more Christmas tree being put up before maybe like- mid November I'm going to lose my shit.

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e9 the bad place (w. robert berens)

kept shoving my earbuds into my head thinking i just wasn't hearing the mix right but now this weird recap the music is just not mixed at the right level? it starts out okay but then it's just too quiet, maybe because the recap is so dialogue heavy? i dunno. could i bitch about the music any more? and it just keeps going. and we're not even including missouri in the recap to explain about patience. whatever. is she part of the wayward sisters situation?

good thing quote unquote apocalypse world has these nice distinctive spikes

JACK I didn't know if it would work, but it did. He dreamwalked and I joined him… in Apocalypse World.

snorted. okaaaay

so mary's in the iron maiden-ish thing now. of course.

right up in dean's face to appreciate his universe tilting moment

i dunno if it was the editor or what but whoever was um, making some stylistic choices this episode. patience's little vision was very... not like how this show usually looks. i guess season 13 you can just start tryin shit

JACK I was scared. I was upset. But… why would I look for him? He's no one to me. You, Castiel– you're my family. DEAN Yes, we are. Finding Mom, you… You did a good thing, kid. You did a real good thing.

trying to remember where cas even is right now 😬 oh right, something something angels...?

JAMES Patience, don't. You go now, you choose that life, you don't come back.

are you kidding me??? pulling a reverse john winchester. what the fuck, bro. you cut out your mom from your life and you're gonna threaten to do the same to your daughter?!

god, searching for the line for john and

4x22 lucifer rising

DEAN No, damnit! No. I gotta face the facts. Sam never wanted part of this family. He hated this life growing up. Ran away to Stanford first chance he got. Now it's like déjà vu all over again. Well, I am sick and tired of chasing him. Screw him, he can do what he wants. BOBBY You don't mean that. DEAN Yes I do, Bobby. Sam's gone. He's gone. I'm not even sure if he's still my brother anymore. If he ever was. BOBBY You stupid, stupid son of a bitch! Well, boo hoo, I am so sorry your feelings are hurt, princess! Are you under the impression that family's supposed to make you feel good?! Bake you an apple pie, maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable! That's why they're family! DEAN I told him, "you walk out that door, don't come back" and he walked out anyway! That was his choice! BOBBY You sound like a whiny brat. No, you sound like your dad. Well, let me tell you something. Your dad was a coward. DEAN My dad was a lot of things, Bobby, but a coward? BOBBY He'd rather push Sam away than reach out to him. Well, that don't strike me as brave. You are a better man than your daddy ever was. So you do both of us a favor. Don't be him.

what i was looking for

1x20 dead man's blood

JOHN (Yelling in SAM'S face) You walked away!! DEAN Stop it, both of you. SAM You're the one who said don't come back Dad, you closed that door not me. You were just pissed off that you couldn't control me anymore!

ugh. quality miserable stuff back then.

it's a cool effect and all but this business just went on for way too long

i couldn't with the weird extra shaky cam and jumpy zooms on the outside scene so i'm including the weird vision too. look and feel is all over the place

really don't like dean yelling and pulling his gun on this poor girl. well as i mentioned when i was watching 4x14 cold open never know when something might poke the DV history button. men yelling is a real life trigger thing.

SAM So now what? We get Kaia to the Wind Caves, and then what? Force her to dreamwalk at gunpoint? DEAN We get Mom back, no matter what. Remember?

le sigh. why are we doing this to dean

woof this episode is.... not great.

nexus on a boat

lol okay. mega dino world!

[sharksa-shivers]

Nucleo dialog dump because i 💚you radiation boyo

Coworker: (pinches nose, annoyed)Nathan, aren't you in your 30s? Why are you painting your nails and believing in childish things like aliens? What's wrong with you?

Nucleo:(glances over, sighs before turning around and responding) You're bout 48 right? Why are you already such a stick in the mud? Kids don't call you anymore do they? Ever wonder why that is? Cuz i can take a couple guesses…

Coworker:(he kind of sneers, obviously Nucleo hit a nerve, we see Nucleo kind of smirk, tries to rebuttal back)You're one to talk! You don't even have kids!!!! 30 with nothing!!! No wife, no house, no kids, nothing!!!!

Nucleo:(amused)Cuz i have other priorities…Like finding aliens and collecting metal albums cuz that's what i wanna do…(shrugs)I mean…I'm happy and you seem miserable so i mean, i must be doing something right, yknow? --------- Nucleo:(Frustrated as hell, driving The Trio derps back to The Campsite)What is it with you kids and getting yourselves into insane trouble all the time huh??? Literally i just…(inhales and exhales, collecting himself, annoyed)Look…I literally just like…I just want to have a normal Thursday afternoon at work. Do my job, help people, get paid, all that good shit…I get off at 5, wanna order take out sushi, pick it up, go home and then watch shitty cheesey alien movies from the 80's okay? That's all i want…That's it! But fuckin…Everyday, it's something!!! You get yourselves into something or Orange drags me into something or just SOMETHING!!!! IT'S ALWAYS SOMETHING!!!!!!!

(It's quite til Max speaks, being a smartass)

Max:(immediately wrecks this merman)…Why do you agree to do all of Orange Hair's crap then? Is it cuz you just…Like being her bitch or…?

Nucleo:(he slams on the breaks and just sits there, The Trio derps all just looking nervously at him and each other…Nucleo just looks like he's about to fucking snap, quite as he just anxiety laughs)…I…We're moving on. No more fucking talking. Shut up. ------ Nucleo:(enraged)No???? What the hell???? Orange, they're kids, they're teenagers, they DON'T need to be doing this!!!!

OH:(shrugs)I mean…Max likes it so…

Nucleo:(huffs out a breath, annoyed and irritated)Max likes alot of shit he shouldn't like, he tried to hack into multiple bank accounts the other day…

Max:(just overhearing)YOU GUYS KNOW THAT I CAN HEAR YOU RIGHT? AND THAT I'D 1000% DO THAT AGAIN???

Nucleo:(yelling back)STAY OUT OF THIS, GOD!!! (Back at OH, angry)You can't just be forcing these kids to do all this dangerous stuff, they should be at the movies and fucking around at the mall, not delivering LITERAL BOMBS ACROSS TOWN FOR YOU!!!!!!! ---------- (Tis the group trip with The Trio and Nucleo where he's tagging along to help with some shit. Max and Kristy are talking about horror movies and shit while Sharky's focusing on driving and Nucleo's just scrolling on his phone.)

Kristy:(she pops over the seat a bit, curious)Wait actually, Hey Nucleo, what would happen to you if you got bit by a zombie? Like…Would it actually do anything to you with your disease immunitys or…?

Nucleo:(he sits there, thinking, befuddled)…I…I actually don't know, huh…(sits a moment, thinking)…….Well, i guess that's another paranoia to add to the list. I'd like to say like…I wouldn't get infected but i honestly have 0 clue so????

Max:(gazing at Kristy)Ah yeah, nice, ya broke the man by asking…

Kristy:(awkward)I wasn't trying to!!! I just was curious!!!!

Nucleo:(trying to break it up, a bit mentally construed from the question now)It's fine! It's fine! That actually is a really great question, i just have no idea what the answer is, uhhhh, let's hope we never find out the answer either, huh??? ------------- (Having a convo, probs more early series)

Kristy:(curious)Wait, how old are you Nucleo?

Nucleo:(thinks a moment) 30…No, wait, 31 now. Damnit!!! I'm getting old, can't remember shit anymore…

Sharky:(pipes up)How is 30 old when you literally live like 10,000 years or some crazy shit cuz you're a mer?

Nucleo:(gazes annoyed, a bit exaggerated)Yknow what??? Leave me alone!!!! I don't need that crazy lifespan thrown in my face again!!! I already got enough worries with my life and having to live that long isn't one i wanna talk about right now!! -------- Nucleo is a drummer metal head, a medical scientist of some sort, hardcore believes in aliens, helps The Trio derps, puts up with OH and is one of the main people who will stand up to her, helps his mom regularly with different things and is a merman who has disease immunitys and poison immunitys, idk what else you'd want in an oc honestly... Also his "human" name is Nathanal Raymond Anderson (Cuz humans are gonna look at you sideways if you have a name like...Nucleotitan lol...) I have more shit with him i wanna share so get ready for that lol, i love him so much, i swearrrrrrrrrrrr lolololol

There he is, my son that is literally older then my ass cuz he's in his 30s, here he is lol

[shellshockedgay]

Leo fluff w/ Outgoing M!S/O

A/n: I wrote this very, very carefully with your requests in mind, so don't worry! And thank you so much for telling me in advance, dude!! *starts praying it's safe* Anyway, hope you like it! I did both Leo's because............. I love them.

Mikey's Shy S/O

Donnie's Sassy Crackhead S/O

-

Ok, this is the best fucking this ever.

You gave him bi panic, fight me. (almost all of them are bi, fight me again)

Ok. So you bring out a little bit of a crazy side in him.

He's 10× more likely to do stupid teenage shit if your apart of it, but of course he's still careful. Leo doesn't want you getting hurt!

Wanna sneak out of the lair and go skateboarding in an abandoned building? Of course, as long as we're back before like 2 am and you wear knee pads at the very least.

Wanna go vandalize a wall with pretty art? Yes, as long as it isn't in the sketchiest part of NYC.

And this is probably when your both just friends, for fucks sake.

When your gone tho, he's always talking about you. Please save his brothers. Even Splinter isn't safe.

It's actually so much fun to make him blush and it's so easy.

Do you want a sample of his terrible flirting? Buckle in, dude, it's something.

"Are you the cold vaccum of space? Because you take my breath away." "... Did you Google that?" "*closing all his apps on the tphone* No!"

Leo is just cliche and cheesy and it's cute!! A!!

When you guys are sitting next to each other on the couch or steps or whatever they have, he does the cliche ass yawn, stretch and arm around the back of the couch cause he thinks it's slick.

And if you call him out, he immediately is just like "Oh, huh, look at that, I think I hear Donnie calling me" and he gets tangled in the blanket he put over the two of you and screams when he falls.

Save him.

His ninja abilities go straight out the window when your near him. He's so clumsy now and it's so cute.

When he goes to see you and tries to climb in the window, he gets caught by his swords and falls on his face.

11/10, you couldn't stop laughing.

He just wants to be like you - confident and outgoing so he's TRYING damnit.

He's lowkey insecure that he's too much of a mom friend (which he kinda is) and not what your looking for.

Anyway, Raph definitely makes him confess cause he's sick of hearing Leo talk about you all the damn time.

So once Leo painfully confesses (and I mean hand behind the neck, blushing, stuttering, shaking, eyes darting around kind of painful) you're like "Hehe, same".

Not exactly like that but ya know.

But that sentence yeeted his insecurities out the window and suddenly he felt more confident. But that's all on the inside.

On the outside he's all wide eyed, still bright red in the face and his hands are tight fists by his side.

And you probably kiss him and it's quality because he melts into a puddle of giggles.

And ya'll are adorable. You really balance each other out.

But anyway.

He gets a bit bolder tho. He holds you close more often, kisses you in front of his brothers. It's 👌 nice.

I think he loves to hug with his arms around your neck simply because he's kinda on the short side and it makes him feel safe and his way he can feel your heart beat against him. Like he loves your warmth and the arms around his waist makes him feel so fucking at home, man.

Will rest his head in your lap while watching movies. It gives you the best chance to scratch his shell and he melts.

Please make sure to take care of him if he gets hurt. He has a habit of putting himself on the back burner and taking care of others first, so if he gets hurt on patrol, take care of him first. Leo'll literally swoon.

Oh my god. Prepare for like 3 am texts about Space Hero theories I-

And they're always so obsurd.

"Why Captain Ryan is actually an alien from Planet whatever the fuck and not human at all, in these 17 paragraphs, I will prove it."

Always walks you home like a gentlemen. Even if you say you don't need it and you can clearly take care of yourself. It just helps him sleep at night knowing you made it home safe.

Will teach you anything you want. Guitar? Yes. Meditiation? Fuck yeah. Katas? YUP.

And if he's teaching you some ninjitsu incase he can't protect you, he's careful to correct your form. He doesn't want you getting hurt over a miscommunication like "put your left leg forward".

Oh and if you fight Raph for being a dick, Leo will have actual heart eyes.

Ha, you're also the only one brave enough to shout "FUCK" in the lair.

-

Oh my gosh. I'd die.

Dude gives me major GAY energy, idk. Maybe it's just wishful thinking. 😩

Anyway, much more mom-friend but can also become laid back.

Like barely.

If you get in a fight, he lectures you while patching you up like he does to his brothers. But if he somehow thinks it's his fault, he's gonna be quiet, so watch out for that.

Yelling Leo is better than Quiet Leo, trust me.

And if you get in fights often, he just starts going with you almost everywhere so you don't break anymore knuckles, Jesus (Y/n), stop it.

Yes, he would love to take his scooter and go out ramping in the pipes with you!!

Will show off his tricks for 80% of the trip tho.

Yes, he would also love to watch movies with you!

I feel like he'd be into super hero movies, space stuff and maybe... Maybe Japanese samari movies, but not into them as Mikey so he let's you pick the movies.

If you pick one of HIS movies? He's literally going to propose to you. The guys never let him pick a movie and, when he does, they always whine about it.

However if you hyper fixate, like I do, he no longer let's you pick movies. He can only handle so much repition in his life and hearing the Lord of the Rings opening makes him sick now.

But definitely wants to do your favorite things with you.

Unless it's cooking.

Dude always breaks the toaster.

The laws of nature said "no" so.

BUT DO LET HIM PAINT.

HE CAN PAINT SO WELL PLEASE-

He'd be super into hiding his feelings until he realized that they're here to stay and that he deserves to have what he likes and enjoys so then he's just SO OPEN.

Probably only like... Donnie knows about his crush? He actively refuses to tell anyone else tho.

Like constant back and forth flirting.

"Do you have a bandaid? Because I scraped my knee falling for you." "You sure you didn't bump your head falling from heaven, angel? Your knee looks fine to me." "Maybe you should kiss my forehead, just in case." "Ok." "Wait, what?"

Please make him blush.

It's actually so rewarding because he turns away and like hides his face with his hand to hide his grin. It's hard to do but do it.

Oh but if anyone teases him about it, fully expect him to just cut the conversation off with a polite excuse me and CHARGE AFTER THEM.

But if YOU tease him? He just kinda panics and stammer. I can hear the voice cracks. They're adorable.

He'd confess through a painting of your favorite spot in NYC fight me. Not like.. In person? He'd give it to you as a gift of some kind and the back would probably have a haiku about love or some shit, I don't know.

If you give him a gift with a cute haiku back expect him to break in through your window and kiss you full on the mouth.

First kiss?? Near Christmas, he's walking you home and the snow is just so pretty and your eyes are SHINING in the lights and he kinda just goes for it, man.

And he quickly pulls back and swallows and probably books it the fuck out there.

He's like extra virgin olive oil sometimes.

But he's your extra virgin olive oil so please take care of him.

You cause his brain to stop working and it's difficult for him.

How are you so outgoing??? Like you get along with everyone so well and tried to throw hands with Raph.... How? And stop throwing hands, damnit!

But like he's meditating then *pop* an idea of you two on the couch eating popcorn and shouting at the TV over stupid choices the characters made.

He's trying to sleep? Nah. *pop* a new idea of him reading his favorite book to you while your curled up against his side (this one is his favorite). He'd also be drawing little shapes on your back absentmindedly. It's so cute.

You even pop into his head while he's showering... I can elaborate on this later..... 😩

Even when he's scootering, he's thinking about you by his side.

HI HE'S DEFINLTY STOLEN RAPH'S MOTORCYCLE TO PROVE HE CAN BE JUST AS OUTGOING AS YOU.

Gave you his blue helmet and realized blue looks fucking GOD LIKE ON YOU.

Anyway.

Accidentally talks about you so fucking much to everyone that they already notice he has a crush far before he does. But like I said, he's only told Donnie.

But everyone knows.

Even Casey.

But watch out, he gets jealous easy. Like easy. So if you look at your turtle bestie a bit too long, he's gonna get grumpy and quiet and that's a no-no.

Probably freaks on the turtle when you leave. He's got a bit of a temper on him, but please love him, he's TRYING.

Personally, I think his all-time favorite thing to do with you (even tho like everything you two do together is his favorite) is bad impressions of everyone because you're so funny to him. Everyone, no one is safe. And if you do him? He's gonna fake cry and shove you, but laugh none the less.

I just want him to be happy.

Please take his shit and run. He chases you around and it's so funny.

Back and forth bantar? Off the charts. Dude can be sassy because of his fights with Raph and it's just 👌

Can honestly be either spoon (secretly loves being the small spoon because you can scratch his shell and it makes him churr like a kitty)

Must be player 1 in video games tho.

Don't get me started on what happens if he finds out you got hurt by the Foot-

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.... I may have gone overboard but I love these two-

[nothing-but-dreamy]

RECKLESS

Pairing: FFXV!NYX ULRIC x FEM!READER

Words: 2.559

Warnings: cursing, erotica

Synopsis: Yn is a reckless Glaive. One of her comrades is not okay with her behavior and so, he wants to talk with her.

"We need backup in the west! Behemoth and Imperials. More to come. Nyx, where are you?", Luche asked through the intercom.

"I'm on my way-", Nyx answered through the ear-piercing noise of the battlefield.

"Am already there, Luch!", Yn answered Luche's request through the channel.

"No! Yn, don't! There are too many enemies! Yn!”, Nyx tried to call Yn through the channel but he got no response, “God damnit!", he cursed frustrated.

"Go! I'll manage it here!", Libertus' shouted over the impact of another grenade. Nyx cursed and left his friend's side, knowing exactly what Yn was about to do.

As Nyx reached the position, he already met a bunch of comrades, helping each other to fall back to a safer spot behind some crumbled ruins, "Where's Yn?", he asked concerned as he couldn’t see the small woman. An explosion enclosed them in a cloud of sand. As an answer, someone pointed at a Behemoth in some distance.

The angry creature screamed violently and tried to reach the position of Nyx and the others as it saw the Glaives. Nyx got ready to fight, almost throwing his Kukri, as he watched how a person appeared on top of the Behemoth's head out of nowhere, encircled with magical aftermath.

Immediately, Nyx noticed the small frame as Yn's and watched worriedly how she jumped from the head, aiming for the ear of the roaring animal to land on it before she pushed herself from it to slam both her blades into the throat of the creature as deep as she could to kill it. As the animal fell lifeless to the ground, sliding a few metres through the dust, Yn jumped from it and landed elegantly in front of Nyx' feet with a grin, "Oh, hey, Ulric! Wanna join the fun?"

"Fun? You-", but Nyx got stopped as Yn pushed him out of the line of fire the Magiteks had started. They were rolling over the ground until Yn landed on top of him, straddling Nyx' lap, her hands on his chest, "Well...nice view, hero.”, she whispered seductively, “But I have to go. Was my pleasure to save your sexy ass tho.", she said grinning before she got up on her feet, fighting against the closing imperial troops.

Cursing with annoyance, Nyx jumped back on his feet and joined her in the fight. She still had the upper hand but he knew that could change quickly. The Magiteks were merci- and countless. Nyx jumped next to her side the second she decapitated a mechanical soldier who knelt to her feet. Her daggers were sparkling in the setting sun while she smirked, her face covered with blood and dust.

"Yn! Nyx! What's your status?", Luche asked serious. He already had gotten the information that both Glaives were fighting in the most dangerous area. Alone.

"We're at the west wing.", Yn answered while killing another rifleman, stemming her foot on his chest to pull out her blade, "We're fighting against Magiteks but they're coming in steady waves. Behemoth is down, tho.", she called out, jumping at the next two soldiers and killed them both at the same time with her blades digging deep into their throats.

Nyx did the same and landed next to Yn with his back against hers to cover each other, "Luche, what are the next orders? We can't hold the line here without backup.", he called out seriously while the next wave was already on their way.

"Okay, all Glaives fall back! I repeat, all Glaives: fall back and regroup!", Luche ordered.

Nyx moved to follow the orders but stopped as he noticed that Yn wasn't behind him. As he turned around, he saw her fighting against the next Magiteks. Even another Behemoth was on its way, straight aiming for her position.

Fascinated and amazed at the same time, Nyx watched how easily Yn wielded the blades in her hands. As if she was dancing, she flew over the battlefield, warping back and forth. Effortlessly and merciless, like an angel of death, Yn took out one enemy after the next.

A Magitek shuttle dropped new soldiers while Yn aimed for the Behemoth. She was already running to it. Once again, Nyx cursed about her blind recklessness and was about to follow her, but as a grenade exploded near Nyx, he warped aside to get save. As he looked around the little piece of wall he was hiding behind, he saw nothing else then dust, debris and dead bodies.

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"Yn!", Nyx called out as he saw the small woman walking down the hallway of the headquarters, joking with Furia about something random. The konvoi had brought them back five minutes ago and now, everyone was looking forward to taking a shower, a drink or to get some sleep after this long, exhausting fight against Niflheim.

Yn turned around as she heard her name and saw Nyx closing up on her, "Yeah? Oh, hey...", she exhaled, rolling with her eyes about his stern expression with the frown chiseled into his features.

"What was that back on the field?", Nyx asked angrily.

"Could you be more precise? You mean as I have saved your ass? Or as I had this little dance with the Magiteks?", Yn asked with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I mean the fight with the Behemoth? And the imperials? And the other Behemoth?", Nyx pointed out as the other comrades passed them, ignoring the two who were always fighting about something since Yn had joined the Kingsglaive.

"Oh, I see! You're mad because you fear I would try to snatch away your little title as a hero. Don't worry. I'm not eager to steal anything from you. You can keep your reputation.", she said with an arrogant grin and walked away.

Nyx groaned annoyedly before he ran after her. Quickly, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into an abandoned room where he closed the door and pressed her against a wall, caging her with his arms.

"What are you doing, Ulric? Let me go!", Yn hissed angrily.

"No! Not until you told me what your plan is. Are you so eager to die? Do you wanna get killed?", Nyx hissed through gritted teeth. He had much respect for this young woman and her skill but she was a bit too reckless for his liking.

"Oh, you're so quick to judge others, huh? Can I remind you that you're not even better than I am? What I have heard about you is that you're the incarnation of recklessness, hero! So, what makes you think you have the right to question my decisions? I'm still alive and also everyone else around me! That's all that matters! Always!", Yn said and stared serious at the man in front of her.

"You play with your life as if it would be just a game!", Nyx said through his gritted teeth.

"Yes! I play with my life! And? No one cares what I do with my life anyway! No one cares if I'm alive or not!", she snarled.

"I care about your life, fuck damnit!", Nyx hissed aggressively and in the next moment, he crashed his lips on hers to silence her. For weeks, he had been hungry to taste her lips. She drove him crazy with simply everything: with her manners, with her thoughtless will to fight against everything, with her undeniable beauty... Nyx felt frustrated when it came to her and to silence her and her nonsense was everything he wanted. That and to kiss her breathless.

But Yn wasn't amused and even if she had to admit that Nyx tasted seductively like sweet danger and kissed addictively, she hated when someone tried to silence her. So, she pushed against Nyx' chest to shove him away from her before she slapped his cheek violently.

Nyx' head snapped to the side with a stinging pain and after the first shock and panting for air, he looked slowly back at Yn who stared at him with a hatred filled glance.

Yn looked straight into his blue, dark sparkling eyes, "Don't you ever fucking dare to silence me again! What I do with my life is not your concern. You care for me? Fine! But that won't change any of my decisions! Got it? And now", she growled, grabbing the collar of Nyx' uniform, "Kiss me again, idiot!", she ordered and pulled him back to connect their lips with a bruising force.

Nyx gave her no second chance to change her mind now, as he had her where he wanted to have her: in his arms. As he kissed her desperately, he pinned her with his lower body against the wall while he roamed appreciatively over her curves with his hands. From her chest down to her hips to her back and to her ass to squeeze it softly.

Yn enjoyed his admiring touch but she wanted more of him. She wanted to feel him under her hands like she had dreams about it when she was alone with her imagination. Quickly, she opened everything from his uniform jacket to push it down his shoulders. As the jacket fell to the ground, she undressed his vest and quickly, she also undressed his shirt to toss it away.

"Hell, are you done already?", Nyx hissed, annoyed as he had to leave her lips for the second time.

"Next time, you should consider to dress less of these irrelevant clothes. Just a tip.", she whispered husky with a smirk.

Nyx leant closer matching her smirk, brushing along her nose with his own, "Next time?"

"Depends on what you have to offer now, hero.", she whispered lasciviously against his lips and scratched down his back with her nails, which caused Nyx to moan with pleasure.

"You little minx. You're not even better than I am.", he breathed, pointing at the fact that she was still fully dressed.

Slowly, she opened her jacket to undress it. She undressed her vest under his observing glance and with her eyes still connected with Nyx' dark gleaming orbs, she undressed the shirt and the bra in one go. Yn noticed how his eyes flickered down her exposed chest. Slowly she opened her belt and then even her pants to let them fall down, stepping out of them, the underwear and the boots, "Now, tell me, what do you desire?", she breathed while shoving her hands over her head to display herself. With soft moves, she lolled underneath Nyx’ eyes, showing him what he could have if he just reached out.

Nyx gnawed on his lower lip as he enjoyed the view in front of him. Even after a battle, her skin seemed to be so soft. The countless, little scars were signs of her rough past and how persistent she had been so far. Her right rib cage was covered with brandings from the Magitek tortures she went through before she had come to Insomnia. Bruises were already building from the latest fights on the battlefield. And yet, she was breathtakingly beautiful, strong and determined to fight as long as she could.

Possessively, Nyx placed his hands on her hips, digging into her flesh which earned him low moans from her lips, "You wanna know what I want?", he whispered, "I want you, Yn. For a very long time, I'm just longing to have you.", Nyx breathed.

Yn smirked, "Then, make me yours, Glaive.", she breathed seductively, grabbing his belt to open it and then his pants to push them down his hips with an untamable, passionately, hungry fire.

Nyx didn't need another invitation. Quickly, he scooted her up with his hands underneath her ass, bringing her into position. Yn snaked her legs around his hips and pulled him even closer. The moment he entered her, he groaned deeply by the feeling of her wet walls enclosing him. Still adjusting, Nyx leant with his forehead against her shoulder, kissing her soft skin while she snaked her arms around his neck.

Yn rolled with her hips to increase the friction between them even more while she raked her fingers through his soft hair, tugging on his braids and strands to tease him. Never before, she had felt so wanted by someone like in this moment as Nyx showed her his affection through his lips and hands, "God damnit, Nyx.", she breathed, panting for air as she just concentrated on the hot feeling of the man inside of her.

As he heard his name falling from her lips, Nyx raised his head to look into her eyes. She looked straight into his eyes as he started to grind with his hips. He saw the pleasure in her features. Whenever he reached her pleasure point, Yn moaned with relish and closed her eyes while she just enjoyed what he did.

Amazed, Nyx grinned while he felt how her legs tightened around his hips, keeping him in place. As he noticed that she was close, he kept his moves steady to give her what she needed. Yn's breath became more erratic and before she could betray their hidden position with her scream, Nyx captured her lips with his so she was moaning into his mouth as she rode out her orgasm on him.

Nyx shuddered as Yn's nails dug into his shoulder blades. Her walls clenched around him and she bit down on his lip. While she tried to come down, Nyx rolled his hips into hers to satisfy his own desire.

Still breathless, Yn smirked as she saw his dark, lust-filled glance. He looked her in the eyes once again as if it would turn him on to see her reaction. Slowly, she tightened her walls around him again while she scratched along his neck and shoulders with her nails to push him over the edge with sweet pain.

To muffle the sound of his own climax, Nyx buried his face into the crook of her neck, biting into her soft skin under her ear which let her shudder against his solid body. As Nyx came slowly clear, he put Yn back on her feet while both were still panting for air. Softly, Yn cupped his face, cradling his stubbles, tracing the lines of his lips and jaw with her thumbs to worship his handsomeness.

Nyx leant against her forehead with his own, enjoying her softness towards him, "Please, stop being reckless.", he breathed against her lips, embracing her frame to pull her against his naked skin, not able to let her go just yet.

Yn felt touched. No one before was so eager to keep her alive or in their life at all, "Well, I can't promise you that, Nyx. But ... What do you think of the following idea: Come to my place later and show me your arguments again why I should be more cautious, huh?"

Nyx grinned, kissing her softly and caring before he looked her in the eyes again, "Trust me, I will be there."

"Like you, I trust more in actions than in words. So, convince me, hero.", she breathed with a smirk and a pat on his chest before she passed him to dress her clothes again. Yn left the room with the hope he would follow her request later so she would be less alone for the first time in her life.

[that-bajan-kid]

Boku No Hero Academia Chapter 293 SPOILERS

(These children used their one collective brain cell and decided to rush head first into the arms of Death with zero fucks given)

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Oh that orange hair is not a good look on Shiggy. Izuku looks adorable in anything I can't argue.

We get an adorable panel of Eri eating a cracker/cookie next Lemillion bursting forth from the ground once more. Izuku ask him how he's here rn and apparently this boy has just been chilling at Nighteye's agency, which is conveniently not to far from here. He had to of had his quirk for a while now if he was at the agency right?

Omg look at Eri!! She's so cute I literally have to point her out whenever she's on screen. I don't make the rules here, that's just how it is. And Ochako is doing her hair!!!! I'm gonna explode from the cuteness. And all that other stuff they're talking about is important to I guess.

SHE'S SO FUCKING CUTE I LITERALLY CAN NOT

They're all babies. She looks so happy to help out too. The little bounce she does when she looks back at Dadzawa for permission. AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

Mirio is asking for back up cause even he can't take on 4 NHEs by himself. So of course Bakugou, with the two holes in his abdomen, leaps in to action even tho he really shouldn't. I swear these kids are all suicidal.

THESE FUCKING KIDS AND THEIR LACK OF SELF PRESERVATION IS GOING TO BE THE DEATH OF ME I SWEAR. Also, I believe the time is now upon us my brothers and sisters.

(Edit: I just realised I've been spelling his fucking name wrong this whole time. My brain just autocorrected it to the proper spelling and I didn't even noticed lmao. Please forgive me.)

Of course Spinner thinks it's cool. IS JEANIST FUCKING CRYING LMAO

I like it. It's very Katsuki Bakugou and not nearly as bad as the first two. You go, Dynamite. Man, I can't wait to see the fandom's reaction to this. How many people are gonna throw a tantrum cause its not Ground Zero? Or fucking Kacchan?

Mirio says he thinks it's funny and Dynamite says it's not meant to be funny. Mirio quotes Nighteye speech about there being laughter and you to balance out the sorrow and apologises for the absolute disrespect he just showed my son's new hero name.

Enji, sweetheart, I know your in shock about your dead son not being dead and that you're literally on death's door, but Shouto is going to fucking die if you don't move your ass. I'm not mad and I understand why you're not doing anything right now. But, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, i would sacrifice you in a heartbeat if it meant saving Shouto's life. Don't get me wrong, I like your character a lot, but you dying would be a nice end to your redemption arc if you end up saving Shouto. And at this point I honestly don't care about what happens to Dabi. He's trying to kill my son. Fuck that guy lol. Doesn't mean I don't like him tho.

Why are people defending this guy again? Cause of his trauma? Don't get me wrong, I like Dabi as much as the next guy but if his death means Shouto gets to live, I don't have a problem with that either. Dabi and Enji are in the same boat.

My boi Deku coming in clutch with Black Whip even tho he really shouldn't be to save his best friend. Dabi's gonna try to burn him too, I can feel it coming. Also Izuku is thinking about how his arms and legs don't have any strength like that's the only thing wrong with them. He'd be lucky if he can even move them when all of this is over.

"Don't put this in a Doujin" I am deceased. Cris is no longer among the living. She has ascended to the heavens. Who ever this translater is, they're doing God's work. I can't wait to see the discourse about Izuku's speech in the tags. I can already hear the "Izuku is defending Endeawhore therefore he supports abuse #canceldeku2020" posts in my head. Anyway, I like what Izu says here tho, it's very much in character for him. I also like his Froppy inspired Black Whip: Projectile Vomit Mode. Very unexpected tbh.

Izuku yells "You are not Endeavour" and Dabi responds with "No shit, Sherlock" and asks if Izuku pities him even a little bit and I wouldn't fault him for straight up saying "No" considering everything Dabi has put him and his friends through. Hell, if I was Midoriya I wouldn't even be trying to get through to him rn. A trait I strongly admire about Izuku. Dabi goes on to say he is the culmination of all of Endeavour's sins and we get a panel showing threads snapping and I don't know if it's supposed to be what's left of Izuku's mental stability or Dabi's. Or if it's an actual thread snapping. Dabi goes on to spout some bullshit about how evil will never prosper and justice will crumble now that he's shown the naive citizens of Japan who to blame, which is the heroes apparently.

Uhhh so that snapping thread I mentioned earlier is actually the carbon fibre wire Jeanist is using to keep Machia contained and like all of them just snapped like twigs. Dabi continues his speech about how chaos now reigns supreme while everyone panics about Machia. Meanwhile Deku is having a moment.

Correction, Endeavour was the one having a moment and has decided to take action despite his obvious condition called dying. He rockets his way towards Machia and bitch slaps him in the face and immediately follows that up by saying he feels numb. He totally gonna die and I'm totally gonna feel sad about it. I'm already tearing up.

FUCKING FINALLY GOD DAMNIT

I knew it was gonna work. Never doubt my gurl Creati. She's the smartest kid in class for a reason. It feels like it took forever but it was probably only a few mins. I can't wait for everything to go wrong again. Also, everyone who thinks Endeavour is either going to die or, end up with a debilitating disability, raise your hand 🙋. Mans suffering from the most severe case of heat stroke to ever stroke and is running on burnt lungs and he was impaled by Shigaraki/AFO. He's not having a fun time.

I think it's safe to say that Eri won't healing anyone after this. It looks like all her quirks energy went into giving Mirio his quirk. Meaning all these injuries that the heroes are getting won't be magically disappearing. Aizawa isn't getting his leg back, Izuku's arms are probably never gonna work again, Gran Torino is fucking dead just like Endeavour's career, and Endeavour is probably gonna fucking die too. Cause Shouto doesn't have enough trauma in his life.

Time for me to venture into the tags and see what the latest discourse is. Can't wait for everyone to call Izuku an abuser sympathiser even tho he called out Endeavour during the sports, or say that the heroes are somehow abusing Eri like Overhaul did cause she gave Mirio his quirk back even tho she clearly wanted to do it. The chaos fuels me.

Until next time.

[euphoriyoongi]

♥︎ Seven Deadly Sins ♥︎ ot7

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Summary: The seven princes of hell, who are the embodiment of the seven deadly sins, are sent on a mission to find the human with the purest soul. The prince who successfully retrieves the pure soul will become the next king..but what happens when all 7 of the princes fall in love with the beautiful soul?

♥︎ Pairings: ot7 x OC (original character)

♥︎ Genre: fantasy; fluff, smut, angst

♥︎Word Count: 4.0k

♥︎ Warnings: smut/sexual scenes and situations, heavy language, polyamory

♥︎Rating: Mature (18+)

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The world is a hellish place, that's for sure.

Everywhere you look, you see some form of evil. Whether it be someone spending too much on a purse, or someone looking at themselves in the mirror thinking that they are the best thing since sliced bread.

The thing is, most of these humans don't realize what they're doing. They show little-to-no respect or gratefulness for the things they have. Most of them believe that they need more. That one dollar isn't enough. So then if they had a million...would that not be enough either?

It's all a race. For example, two brothers racing to have a better life when in reality they're just wasting it away to receive superficial things that will just be gone when they leave this world. It's idiotic, and self-centered. If people actually thought about how well they have it, they wouldn't sin. And well, every single human being sins on this planet. It's what makes it go around.

The person sitting next to you at a restaurant just ate his girlfriend's food of her plate. The waiter is stealing another waiters tip money. The owner of the restaurant is sleeping with someone else's wife. The customer threw his drink at the waitress because his food was too cold. The group of teenagers won't get up to leave to make room for the next group. Sin. It's all around. And there's no escaping it.

Well, unless you're the Pure Soul.

Choi Nari. Her name means Lily in English. And the name lily means "purity."

She's known for her ethereal looks, and cascading long black hair that flows so softly. She's sent from heaven, but has no idea of her origins. She only believes she's a human just like everyone else. And lives a life filled with peace and love.

She never harmed a single soul in all of her lifetimes. Once every hundred years, she is reborn, and every one of those years, she's avoided the devil, whom wants her all to himself. The reason? Well, you always want what you can't have, right? The devil is all sins, himself.

This reincarnation, however, will be a bit different. There's something different about her, and the only way she'll be able to avoid the devil is if she avoids sin.

The devil has his own plans, though. Hell stop at nothing to have her. He will send all of his seven sons to earth, for they need to bring her back alive so he could deal with her. And the son that successfully brings her back, will become the next king of hell.

His sons were the embodiment of the seven deadly sins. And his goal was to make the Pure Soul suffer all seven of them, and make her sin to have her all for himself.

If this plan works, he'd successfully take away all the food in the world. So, he hopes all seven of his boys will not falter at her beauty.

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"You what us to do what?" Yoongi huffed at his father, crossing his arms over his chest. "Hell no, I'm not fucking leaving my soft bed for that."

Yoongi is the prince of laziness, and definitely lived up to his title. He dreamed of living as a rock in his next life, but sadly, his next life was never going to occur. He was immortal. There was ways he could die, though. But for now, the best he could do was imagine he was a rock while he slept.

The devil growled. "Sloth, you dare to deny me?"

All seven of the boys were gathered in the throne room, where the devil sat on a large chair that floated on flames. The room was all black, with a bit of red detailing.

The devil was very old. He wanted to retire the throne to one of his sons, but he didn't know which one he should give it to. They were all so untrustworthy and well, the only one who he probably could trust was the one who envisions himself as a rock. That's just sad.

When Yoongi didn't answer him, The devil's voice boomed across the high-ceilings. "God damnit sloth! You're so slow sometimes."

Smiling, Yoongi winked at his father. "It's what I do best, dad."

Still fuming, the devil looked towards his oldest son, who was currently eating a bowl of noodles. "I-how did you even get those?" He smacked a hand to his head, sighing. This was ridiculous.

Jin didn't even answer. He just kept slurping his noodles until his father got mad enough to move on with what he was saying.

"Listen, my sons. I need you to retrieve the Pure Soul."

"The pure soul?" Jimin smirked. "That hot ass chick from heaven?"

The devil smiled viciously. "Yes, that's right." Rubbing his hands together, he raised an eyebrow. "And son, I give you full permission to seduce her in any way." He laughed, knowing she wouldn't be able to cave in from his charm.

"So, she's hot? Does she need money?" Taehyung smirked as well, crossing his arms. "I could give her anything in the world."

This was getting out of hand. All he needed was for his boys to bring her back here. "Okay. Anyway, you have 100 days to bring this beast back here, got it? And none of you dare to get attached to her, or you'll be dead meat." He huffed, praying they wouldn't turn against him. Heh, praying. He hasn't done that in a while.

"She couldn't be any near attractive as me, father." Namjoon smiled. "You have nothing to worry about."

The devil hoped that were true, but he knew how beautiful this woman was, and also knew that his sons have never seen anyone like her. Even Lust, who's slept with countless demons and everything in between. He's never seen a pure soul. And even the devil himself wouldn't be able to resist.

“So, what do we get if we bring her back?” Taehyung smirked, looking at his brothers. They all looked as if they didn’t care. Well, except Jimin. He just wanted something to fuck. But Taehyung knew what he wanted. And what he wanted was to take his father’s place. His greed was strong for it, and wouldn’t stop for anything or anyone.

The devil smiled. Finally. He should’ve known it was going to be greed. He couldn’t turn down anything especially if he’ll get something out of it. “Well, the throne, of course.” He shrugged his arms upward, a sneer on his lips. “That is, if you earn it.”

“Oh, believe me, father. I will.” He laughed, looking towards his younger brother, Jungkook.

Jungkook was starting to get mad. He absolutely hated it when Taehyung would get whatever he wanted. It just wasn’t fair. As his eyes began to fade from a dark brown to a vibrant red, the prince of envy patted his shoulder. “Down, boy.”

His eyes faded back to their usual color. Envy was nice, when he wasn’t jealous. He was a sweetheart, and always seemed to be able to calm him down. He goes by Hobi, but his name is Hoseok.

“Alright. Now. Are you guys ready.” The devil growled impatiently. “Do you have everything you need?”

Every one of his sons nodded, except Yoongi. He was now sleeping while standing up. Was that even possible?

“Sloth!” The devil sneered, just waking him enough to blink. “Dammit I don’t even—Do you have everything you need?”

Yawning, he opened his mouth to mumble “have everything for what?”

Silence broke out among them. “You…you know what..just fucking go.” With the flick of his hand, the boys were now transported through time to the planet earth, where they now need to search for the Pure Soul. But wait..how will they find her?

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South Korea

Spring time, 2021

The trees were blossoming. The beautiful colors of whites and pinks danced as the petals fell to the ground. Nari was enchanted with them. Their beauty was astounding. She wished she was like them, to be so graceful, even while they fell.

Her favorite season was spring. She lived a full twenty five years of life constantly waiting for spring to come back around every year. She loved to see the flowers bloom, and all the aromas of different plants. She wished she was one. They never had to worry about anything. They just looked pretty.

She never had any friends to share her happiness with. She always wished for some, praying to god that she won't be alone anymore. Was there a reason why she was? Was it because she always agreed with everyone? Was it because she was too nice?

Well, she was too nice, but she had no control over that. It's just how she was made. She didn't know she was from heaven. She only knew that her family died when she was small, and doesn't remember them. So she was alone in this world, lost and left to find her way through life. She only wished she had someone to love unconditionally, just like the couples she'd see as she'll walk down the streets.

Nari made her way back to her small apartment. It was perfect for her though. Just enough space for her to cohabitate with her cat, Mochi. There was one bedroom, and a living space that combined with the kitchen. A tiny bathroom was across from her room, but it was big enough to have a full-sized tub in it. She did like baths more than showers, anyway.

As she walked into her bedroom, her cat was sprawled out on its back on the bed, purring as it slept. Mochi was a happy cat, and loved belly rubs and being held. She’s never had a cat that loved as much attention as mochi did, and he was the type of cat that never wanted to leave her side.

“Hello, mochi mochi.” She smiled, giving him a little pet. “How’s my cutie?” The cat let out a large yawn, then started to stretch out his paws. “Ah. Big stretch.” She chuckled, letting the cat continue to sleep and walked over to her desk in front of the window.

All over it was scattered drawings and short poems she’d write when she was bored. There was something off with her, though, and she knew it. She always wondered why she flowed with everything that went on around her. No matter what it was, she’d agree with it. That includes relationships.

Nari has never been in one. Despite how stunningly beautiful she was, no one would give her the time of day. She also didn’t know her own beauty, which might be part of the reason. But was she meant to live alone in this world? Was that her purpose?

Feeling upset with herself, she walked over to her full-body mirror. There she stood, her long white dress flowed down past her knees, and her long black hair fell down towards her backside. She curled the ends of it today, feeling happy with the way it looked. Her eyes were a hazel type color, but closer to green that black. Her lips were a soft pink, that plumped and were Un-chapped. 

She was beautiful. No one would be able resist her. And now, the reason she’s never had a significant other was because she never let herself notice that someone was trying. That could be because god hated the idea of it. Her soul purpose was to keep sin away from taking over the world. He never expected her to start thinking for herself. She’s been reincarnated since the beginning of time. So why is she starting to think for herself?

 She spent 25 years of life without any sexual activity. Without anything special in her life. She never had a family, and works as an ice cream shop cashier. There’s nothing to her life. No purpose. She wanted to change that. But as soon as that thought went through her head, it left like a flicker of light.

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“Dude, this is absolutely ridiculous.” Yoongi huffed once again, just wanting to rest. “How are we supposed to find her.”

“Yeah.” Taehyung sighed, holding pink petals in his hands that were falling down from the branches above. “Anyway, what are these things?”

“I wonder if they taste good.” Jin giggled as he stuffed a few in his mouth. Spitting them out after a few chews, he shook his head. “Nope. Not good.”

Namjoon was sitting down on the ground with his legs crossed. There were lots of people walking by, and he noticed a man fixing his hair in the camera of his phone. Smirking, he closed his eyes and made the man see himself in a new light. Too bad that new light was for him to think too highly of himself. The man then tossed his phone onto the ground and walked away, thinking he was too good to have one.

“Damn, Joon. We just got here.” Hoseok muttered. “Let’s just stick to our task.”

Nodding, Jungkook spoke up. “Yeah, let’s find this girl so we don’t combust.”

Jin side-eyes him. “What do you mean, combust?”

“Well, you were too busy eating to even pay attention to father.” Jk rolled his eyes at his hyung. Leaning up against one of the trees, he smirked. “Father said he’ll kill us if we don’t find the girl.”

Jin bursts out in laughter. “Yeah, right. As if he—wait you’re serious?” His face turned from playful to worried. “I—oh, you are serious.”

“We need a plan.” Taehyung dropped the flower petals off his palm and dusted them off. “I say we split up.”

“It’ll be an uneven number then.” Jimin pointed out, who seemed to be in and out of the conversation. There were plenty of pretty girls walking around, and he was turning himself on. “Anyway, I just want something to fuck. I’ve never fucked a human before..”

Ignoring Jimin, Namjoon agreed with Tae. “Yeah, Tae, I think we should do that too.” He pointed to Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung. “You guys go one way, we’ll go the other.”

Yoongi was surprisingly awake, and agreed also. “Alright. That’s good with me. As long as I don’t gotta do any work.”

As the boys set on to where they needed to be, little did they know that Nari passed them out as she was walking to work.

They kept walking, and Taehyung noticed a brand new car roll up to the curb. Smirking, he left the group to go check it out.

He walked around it with his arms behind his back, looking it over. He must’ve looked off because the owner of the car came out and asked what he needed.

Wrong question.

“What do I need, you ask?” Tae smiled down at the man. “What I need..is this car.” He smirked, his eyes turning into an icy blue. He wanted it, and he’ll get it. The man proceeded to give him the keys and stood stationary, and Taehyung called over Jimin and Jungkook.

“Let’s go boys!” He yelled, and hopped into the drivers seat. He didn’t even know how to drive, but he’ll make himself.

“That was fucking sick, hyung!” Jimin high-fived hun as Jungkook sat in the back with a frown on his face.

Jimin noticed. “What’s wrong, Jk?” He asked him, turning back towards him in the leather seat.

“I wanted that fucking seat.” He hissed at him, sending daggers through his eyes. This made Jimin nervously laugh, and he turned back around.

“Anyway!” Jimin changed the subject. “Where should we look for her? What does she even look like, anyway?”

As Tae drove, he described her. “Well, she has long black hair and a bright soul. We should be able to see who she is the minute our eyes land on her.”

“Ah.” Jimin nodded. “Well, the minute my eyes land on her is the minute I’ll fuck her.”

“Jesus, Jimin. Lay off the sex for once. Some of us need it too.” Jungkook growled from the back seat.

This made Jimin laugh. “Yeah, as if anyone would be attracted to your wrath ass.”

“Don’t piss him off, Jimin. I really want a peaceful ride.” Tae huffed, stepping on the gas. “I say we look around a shopping mall. Girls like shopping here too, right?”

“I like shopping.” Jk muttered under his breath.

“I say we should go to a park or something.” Jimin chimed in.

Taehyung scrunched his nose. “The fuck is a park?”

Letting it pass, they decided to drive to the nearest mall, while the older brothers were currently walking by foot to find her.

“Do you think she’ll like me? I think she’ll love me. I mean, who wouldn’t? Look at me!” Joon laughed, talking himself up as they walked amongst the humans. “I’m getting all the stares!”

“Um, no. I think it’s actually Yoongi. He looks like he’s dead.” Hoseok chimed, holding in his laughter.

Yoongi was sleepwalking. He couldn’t keep his head up, and was nearly walking like a zombie. He was catching all the eyes around him and Namjoon thought it was all for him. Well, he was most certainly attractive. But he wasn’t the reason for the stares.

Pouting, Namjoon rolled his eyes. “I’m sure I’m the reason for some of them at least.”

“Oh my god! Look! It’s a noodle restaurant!” Jin excitedly chanted, jumping up and down. He was a grown man, and looked like he was a kid at a candy store. “Let’s go!”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea—hey!” Hoseok got cut off as Jin grabbed ahold of his shirt.

All four of them sat down at a table, their legs too long for the chairs. All seven of the boys were above six feet tall. That was because Satan was nearly seven feet.

“Do you think that the other boys found the girl yet?” Namjoon said as he chomped on the noodles. The noodles that they weren’t going to be able to pay for.

“Nah.” Yoongi said, shaking his head. “But if they did, good for them I guess.”

Jin was already on his fifth bowl. “I don’t really want to be king anyway. I just came here for the food.”

“Jesus fuck.” Hobi grunted. The soup part was too hot for him. “This is fucking spicy. Why is it spicy?”

“Maybe because you got the chili powder.” Jin chuckled, grabbing Hoseok’s bowl. “Here, I’ll eat it.”

Hoseok glared at him with a frown. “I don’t know how you’re so skinny.”

“Alright guys.” Joon clapped. “We should get a move on with finding her.”

When no one responded to him, he sighed, shaking his head. “Maybe I should’ve picked a better group.”

As Joon was thinking this, Taehyung was thinking the same thing.

“Alright, where is Jimin at now?” Tae sighed, putting a hand up to his head as they stood in the middle of the mall. They looked like giants amongst all of the people there, making them stand out even more. Jungkook stood next to Tae, also wondering where Jimin went.

“All I know is that he said something about going to flirt with the cute girls.” Kook stated, shaking his head. “I don’t know which cute girls he was talking about, though.”

“Oh my god. It’s never ending with him. We can’t bring him anywhere.”

It was silent for a moment, until Jungkook spoke up again. “Do you ever get so mad that you just want to kill them?”

Taehyung looked at him, blinking. “I can’t take you anywhere, either.”

While Taehyung was having an existential crisis, Nari was three stores down from him in her cute ice cream shop.

A few cute boys walked in, and ordered some ice cream. As she gathered their order, one of them kept asking for her number. “My number? Like a phone number?” She mumbled, scrunching her eyebrows.

“Yes.” The cute boy nodded, a smile on his face when he thinks he’s getting it.

“Ah, that. Well, I don’t have a phone.” She smiled at him, and continued to scoop his ice cream. The bus’s friends all laughed at this, making the one who asked get upset.

“Listen here you little bitch.” The boy reached over to grab her by the neck, making her confused as to why he freaked out. She just said she didn’t have a phone. As he pulled her against the glass of the ice cream stand, someone’s voice boomed through the shop.

“Hey hey, that’s no way to treat a lady.” The boy said playfully, making the boy who was holding Nari falter. “Well, only when you’re in bed, I guess.”

His hair was a dark blue, almost black. His eyes nearly looked as if they were a pink of some sort, but maybe he was wearing contacts.

After that comment, the blue haired man stood face-to-face with the asshole who held Nari. Letting her go, he turned toward him. “Who the fuck are you?” He said, his two friends standing behind him with crossed arms.

The mysterious man didn’t even look over at Nari. He just glared at the boy. In came two more boys, who immediately walked over to the mysterious guy. One of them had longer hair than the other, but both of them had black hair. All three of them were unusually tall, and looks as if they had no fear. The longer haired guy spoke up. “I’ll beat your ass so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

The three other boys seemed to get a bit scared, knowing they had no chance against these guys. Nari stood there, in awe of their beauty. She never had thoughts of anyone like this. They were all so beautiful, she just wanted to know more. She wanted to know why they were standing up for her.

As the three childish boys ran out of the store, Nari caught eyes with the blue haired boy, who immediately dropped his jaw.

Jimin couldn’t believe his eyes. There she stood, the most beautiful soul of the human race. Her long locks were held back by a scrunchie, and her eyes were lined with black eyeliner. She was so beautiful, he couldn’t help but stare. He wanted her.

Taehyung felt the same way as well. How in the world could a creature like this exist in the world. Is this way his father wanted her? He began to experience dirty thoughts, some of them pertaining to keeping her all to himself. That could be because of who he was—Greed. He wanted her. He wanted her bad.

Jungkook was quietly staring, his eyes open wide. He’s never experienced this feeling before, but to be fair, he’s never seen someone so beautiful in all his years of life. He wished to have something so passionately, and that something was her. He didn’t care that his brothers were also infatuated with her, he wanted her all to himself, too.

Nari didn’t even know what she had done to the boys. She had no idea that she was made just to compel the sins themselves.

What was she supposed to do now? Was she supposed to thank them? She really had no idea. But before she had the opportunity to say anything, one of the boys said something first.

“Well, we finally meet.” Taehyung smirked. “Choi Nari. The Pure Soul.”

“The..the what?”

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[im-an-anxious-wreck]

Long Lost Brother's Don't Cry... Okay Yeah Actually They Do

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Summary: Remus and Roman accidentally find each other at a grocery store (of all places) after being separated for a very long time. Hugs and perhaps tears ensue.

Relationships: Creativitwins, Royality, Intrulogical (also everyone is friends with each other)

Main characters: Roman, Remus

Appears: Patton, Logan

Mentioned: Virgil

Word Count: 837 (I was really hoping it would be longer then that but it just concluded itself so nicely there)

Written on: 12-22-20 - 01-02-21

Content Warnings/Notes: Starts out angst then turns fluff, Swearing, Food mention, Fire mention, Brief excited yelling (caps)

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Seeing his long lost twin brother was not how Remus saw this grocery trip going. 

Getting into a fist fight over the last package of dinosaur shaped chicken nuggets? Hell yeah. Accidentally shoving past 27 different people? All the damn time, baby. Even somehow accidentally (it really was an accident the last time okay, Logan… an accident) managing to set something –or someone– on fire… again? Yeah, that's not out of the question. 

Did he expect to be kicked out of yet another grocery store due to the listed above (or even some other unmentioned thing seeing as there was no exhaustive list when it came to ways Remus could get banned from places)? Yes absolutely. Getting banned from places was something Remus specialized in.

But seeing Roman again. After all this time. Picking out a few cans of soup. Such a normal and mundane thing. It made Remus want to crack and rip out a rib or two.

"ROMAN?!" Roman glanced over with a confused look on his face before it fell slack. Remus could pinpoint the exact moment Roman recognized him as it lit up in shock, amazement and sickeningly sweet joy.

"Remus?!! Oh my god." The next thing Remus knew he was in the best bone-crushing hug he'd ever had. He could hear Roman sniffing softly and was wearing a bit too much cologne just like how Remus remembered. It was the same kind too and DAMNIT Remus was not getting misty-eyed thank you very much. 

"How– Roman– but– and you– I just… how?!"

"Shhh, it's okay. I know, Remus... I know." Their tender and heartfelt moment was rudely interrupted by Logan sighing loudly.

"You two, and I do not mean this lightly, literally saw each other yesterday morning. Please, as Virgil would put it, 'chill the fuck out'." Logan even went as far as to pull his fingers down in air quotes. "You're acting like it has been 10 years instead of overnight. If you can't handle being apart for approximately 24-ish hours then I will simply not allow you to sleep over anymore, Remus."

"Awww, but Loooogan I wanted to be dramatic and then you had to ruin it with your logic and reasoning and facts and Logan...yness."

"Were all those 'and's really necessary?"

"Yes, pay attention. Hey, wait! what do you mean you won't allow me to sleep over anymore." Remus gave his best pouting face. "Don't you wove me, wogan? Ooh! Does this mean you're going to be sleeping over at my house instead?! Although I don't think my brother will particularly like how loud we will b–" Logan put his hand over Remus' mouth.

"Dear god, thank you for cutting him off."

"For the last time, Roman. Please stop calling me 'God' and 'Jesus Christ'." Logan air quoted the appropriate words with the hand that wasn't over Remus' mouth. "You're as bad as Virg– did you just lick my hand! Remus, that is not sanitary." By the time Remus started nibbling on his fingers Logan had had enough and removed his hand with a quick warning glare.

"Anyway, if you two are done with the dramatics –although I highly doubt it– I do believe we have groceries to buy. Hello, Patton, how are you? I would like to get this done sometime today."

"Oh hey, Lo. You guys okay over here? I heard a lot of yelling... but I suppose that's pretty normal for you these two." Patton said with a half loving, half exasperated expression on his face.

"They were pretending to have not seen each other in years, Patton. Years!" Logan heard the twins go back to their dramatics. 

Of course they managed to make every grocery trip take longer than necessary. Even so, Logan couldn't help but think of them fondly. Even as exasperated as they made him at times. 

It truly is an annoying but spectacular feat how they manage to make everything take 10 times longer than it has any right to.

Even if you think 'Oh, well, I've only got one of the twins with me so surely that would be half the usual damage caused, right?'  Wrong, they still manage to cause a scene and often… find one another... Wait, were these incidents (at least some of the time) planned? Oh Newton. 

That sure explained a lot.

"Awww, it's okay Logan. Let them have their fun." Patton leaned closer to Logan and lowered his voice. "Plus, any minute they're not terrorizing other people or setting something on fire is a minute of half-peace for us." He leaned back away with a wink.

"I–" Logan sighed through his mouth. "Well… I suppose so. Still, they are quite dramatic. Aren't they?"

"Oh definitely… Wouldn't have them any other way though."

Logan snorted through his nose. "No, of course not… Oh dear. Remus stop biting Roman! God damnit! Excuse me, Patton. I'm afraid I must go rescue your boyfriend from mine." Patton just giggled.

His kiddos sure are a silly and rambunctious bunch.

[soraavalon]

Moriarty (OOC): So how many people were gathered around the windows and stuff watching?

Tark (OOC): *raises hand*

Nathaniel (OOC): No, you were upstairs talking to your brother.

Tark (OOC): Yeah, would it have been around the same time Tark comes down with his brother, clocks them then walks him out?

Nathaniel (OOC): *covers face with hands in dread*

DM: No, 'cause he didn't leave till morning.

Tark (OOC): God damnit!

Nathaniel (OOC): I win!

DM: If you came downstairs to get a refill on a bottle of wine or something, you could see them in the corner, not looking at you.

Tark (OOC): Yeah.

DM: You could probably clock them, but they wouldn't have seen you.

Eudora (OOC): I wanna know how much gossip is going around the staff.

DM: Oh!

Hunt (OOC): Oh yeah.

Moriarty (OOC) Oh!

Eudora (OOC): And how much of it is from Garrett?

Tark (OOC): Oh Garrett is all over this. Garrett is on top of it.

DM: Garrett's named their kids.

Tark (OOC): Garrett's named their kids. He knows where they're gonna live, he knows how much the wedding is gonna cost, he knows how many kids they're having.

Nathaniel (OOC): I have one, possibly two, kids names picked out.

Tark (OOC): *clapping* Fuck yes!

Nathaniel (OOC): Garrett can't get too far ahead of me. I already have suggestions.

DM: Garrett's like, *sighs* 'It could be a middle name, fine.'

Tark (OOC): [something] Nathaniel's like, 'No, we're not.'

DM: If Eudora's actually asking anyone at the manor... are you actually asking anyone or are you just mentioning?

Eudora (OOC): I was just speculating out of character, but Eudora's probably gonna hear things.

Nathaniel (OOC): I love that Eudora is the mom friend, but also lives for the drama, the gossip and will eavesdrop on you without shame.

Eudora (OOC): Yes.

Marigold (OOC): Like that's not every mom.

Nathaniel (OOC): That is fair.

DM: I mean everyone knows that Rosaline thinks Nathaniel's very handsome, she's mentioned it before.

Nathaniel (OOC): Nathaniel leaves the chat, goodbye.

DM: She said as much and that they're close. Obviously, if they hear that they didn't have a chaperone then they're like, 'Okay'

Moriarty (OOC): Anytime now.

DM: It's more of like, she mentioned once that he was attractive after he gave her his coat and said something like... If you do talk to the servants, it gets out that when he lent her his coat she's like, 'Oh he kind of smells nice.' and everyone has been running with it for months.

Nathaniel (OOC): [in chat] oh right I remember that

Eudora (OOC): I'm just remembering that cluster of servants who were talking at the ball after the dance.

DM: It's basically been from that moment everyone's like, 'Okay great'

Nathaniel (OOC): [in chat] I forgot that's how it started XD

Moriarty (OOC): 'This is where we're gonna focus all of our gossip.'

Nathaniel (OOC): 'He lent me his coat.' 'Oh, you're dating now?' 'I'm not.' 'But you will be.'

DM: 'All I said was that he kind of smells nice. What the hell?'

Eudora: You know, Eudora's going to contribute to the gossip a little bit.

DM: Oh no.

Moriarty (OOC): Oh god.

Eudora: 'Oh you know, I have seen looks passin' between them.' or 'Rosaline lookin' at Nathanel when he wasn't lookin' and vise versa'

DM: Which isn't entirely untrue.

[ankhisms]

character A starts to think they're falling for character B and so starts avoiding them. B shows up and A is like oh well I'm sick (lying) you should leave.. and B goes oh no what's wrong let me take care of you.. you look so flushed are you feeling feverish? I'll leave right away let me just get everything good and easy for you, go to sleep ok? I love you get well soon I'll be gone when you wake up! call me if you need anything! and A is pretending to sleep while having a mental breakdown bc yeah there's no denying it now God damnit I'm in gay love with them FUCK

anyway good afternoon Rey my dearest how're you doing I hope you're ok and you likes my snippet of what I've been doing gshgdjdhdjdhs

POINTS. GAY PEOPLE. thank u for sharing w me!! im doing ok so far today ive just been out of it and tired i hope ur days going to be nice!

[slashingdisneypasta]

Mayor Buckman x Fem!Alive!Reader || Drabble

Plot: Yours and the mayor's routine for late-night town meetings.

Warnings: Pleasant Valley, I suppose, though its not the focus at all. Also unedited- I have to go to work but wanted to crank this out quickly!

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After sending Boone off to gather the meeting, Buckman brewed a quick cup of coffee and went over to your house. See, your a new inhabitant of Pleasant Valley- and you're alive. So you still sleep. So he'll be waking you up, to go to this midnight town meeting.

Which you're never too pleased about.

But you are the most damn adorable sleepy person he has ever seen, so- he always volunteers to get you.

You meet him at the door, unbothered to change out of your pyjamas which is fine- he just might have to get you your coat for you. Its a bit nippy out here tonight. "Buck... " You groan, the no-longer-familiar haze of sleep still ever clear in your voice as you fight to just keep your eyes open; Moving slowly, limbs heavy as they're pulled by an invisible force back to your warm bed. "I hate you... "

"I know sweetheart." Buckman hands you the coffee, wrapped in a cloth so you don't hurt your hands, and curls your fingers around it before then reaching around you- to the hooks on your wall, close to the door. He retrieves a nice warm coat, and then looks expectantly at you. Turn around, then...

Giving a sigh at the effort, you do so and he helps you into the coat before you turn to him again and he pulls it snuggly around you while you take a little sip of the coffee, and- fuck. You have to admit, despite his inclinations towards the unholiest time for meetings and other things, this man really knows how to make a good cuppa. This is glorious. "... Thank you,"

"Not a problem." He grins, that suspicious grin he makes when he thinks he's succeeding. "Now, c'mon. We're gonna be late." Buckman is all-too-pleased to accept your gratitude, even miniscule as it was, and offers you his arm which you take immediately; curling your arm around his and leaning into him.

You let your eyes slip closed for a moment and let him guide you down the stairs, sinking into the older mans support. "I was having such a good dream... "

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." He sounds sympathetic but patronizing at the same time, and you give a sigh against his shoulder, before straightening up and looking out into the dark all on your own- out of spite. The two of you are heading towards the centre of town, where the rest of the ghosts will be waiting for the meeting, and you just hope there's a seat left over. You yearn for a seat. You cant... you cant stand for half an hour! That would be- no- that would- that would be torture!

When you get to the meeting Buckman leads you up to the front, where Boone and Harper are and Harper teases you rather cruelly about how you look. Like a frazzled squirrel, he says.

... You don't even have the energy required to snark back at Harper, tonight (Or today?? God its so late... ), so you just give an indignant sniff, and turn your head away. Then you let your forehead fall forward onto Buckman's shoulder as he tells Harper to shut up for you, and close your eyes again. "Y/N looks darn cute with that bed head a' hers- "Oh, that makes you wince, and give a tiny little snort. You do not- but thanks- but you do not- "Now, wouldja watch her while I do this meeting? Don't let her fall asleep, or she'll miss all the news."

"Sure, sir."

After helping you into your seat, almost like a gentleman, Buckman gives your shoulder a pat and leaves you for the centre stage. Harper gives a snort for whatever reason, beside you, and you flash him a glare. Shut up.

"Just let me know if you start ta' fall asleep, Y/N. I'll be sure to give ya a good prod."

This boy is so mean!-

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After the meeting is, thankfully, over- you get up all on your own - the sleepiness starting to slip away from you damnit, - and give a frustrated sigh as you look out into the darkness. Such a long... 5 minute walk... to your bed...

None the less you need to do it, so you give Harper a waive goodbye and start heading off. You're not too sure what the ghosts do all night, though you do assume its quite boring, but he goes off somewhere with purpose, seemingly. It does make you wonder... just not too hard as you trudge forth. You're too exhausted for wondering.

"Gonna sleep in t'day, darlin'?" Buckman catches up to you quickly- his energized strides being much faster then your tired little paces. You turn your head as he falls into step with you, and give a little smile.

"Yeah, definitely."

"I thought so," He nods, chuckling. You turn your head away again, breathing in fresh night time air and noticing it, for the first time tonight. Its lovely... but not as lovely as your pillow.

Almost on auto-pilot, you link up with Buckman again- your arm going through his and your body leaning into him as you walk; The feeling almost like being back in your bed. Just... on the move. Legs achy.

Exhaustedly, you let your head rest on his shoulder, allowing your eyelids to once again fall shut. Their preferred position, right now. You let out a sigh, and don't see him grinning down at the top of your head.

"Well, here's your house sweetheart. Steps," He guides you up the stairs and opens up your door for you- going inside with you and closing it behind the two of you. Once inside the peaceful, dark house, his voice takes a softer, quieter tone. "Watch out for the hallway stand- good girl. C'mon, now, lets get you to bed."

"Mhm, yeah... "

Up the stairs you go and around the corner, to your bedroom, where Buckman disconnects from you and puts out the candles you had lit before the meeting in order to help you wake up, with his fingers. While he goes around the room, hissing when he burns himself, you discard the coat at the end of the bed and plop down at the edge; Giving a moan at the feeling. Oh, even sitting on your mattress!! Its so nice... This is where you belong. Nowhere else. Just in your lovely, lovely bed...

Buckman gives a chuckle at the sound you emitted, turning around to waive you down. "Lie down there now, go back to sleep. You did a great job."

Pft, you roll your eyes but do as you told; Feeling the pillow on the side of your face as your achy body stretches out out under the covers you pull up to your chin. "Don't patronize me, old man... "

"Oh, I would never," He teases, and you don't even have to open your eyes to see he'd be smirking at you. "Alright- Sweet dreams now, sweetheart. I'll see you later."

"Goodnight... " Your eyes crack open slightly, watching him leave and oddly feeling a pang in your chest. So quickly you take a deep breath in, and sit up again- reaching out to him. "Buckman, wait."

"Hm?" He stops at the door, and turns around. Theirs a mischievous look in his eye like he knows what's coming... fortunately for him, you don't have the energy to prove him wrong.

"... " Huffing, you relinquish your dignity and ask him. "Would you stay here tonight??"

"... I'd be honoured, darlin'." His grin widens the cat that ate the canary and the mischievous twinkle turns into an entire galaxy, and yet you don't take the request back.

You roll your eyes... but feel more peaceful as you fall back onto the pillow and he drops his own jacket unceremoniously, overexcitedly, on top of yours. "Uhuh... "

As he gets into the other side of your bed, your body is once again on autopilot; Moving into the middle with him and wrapping your arms around his neck, burying your head in his chest, and effectually letting out a the most content sigh as he coils his own limbs around your waist. This is is even better then being alone in your bed. You feel so comfortable...

And you're asleep, snoring. Buckman laughs.

[leelee10898]

Double Trouble

Hey guys, @leelee10898 here. Since @cocomaxley & @ao719 posted their birth story... I figured I should get off my butt and do one, considering the twins were due months before them lol. This is just a little something I threw together, it also answers a few questions some had. So here we go...

Alicia leaned back against her husbands chest as she watched their twins enjoy the puppet show with the other kids. So many things had changed in a years time. The wild fun loving group were now all parents, they traded beers for bottles, and the guys weekly poker game turned into once a month, and weekly play dates. "Penny for your thoughts love?" Leo whispered in her ear. "Just thinking how fast time flies. It feels like yesterday they were born, and now they are 1." She sighed.

"Oh I remember it well." Leo chuckled as the two thought back to the day that changed their lives forever.

1 year ago…..

"God its so hot." Alicia whined as she fanned herself.  It was unseasonably hot and humid for April, and here they were sitting at a garden party to celebrate Regina's birthday. "I'm sorry love. I know you're miserable, how about a glass of Ice water?" Leo gave her a sympathetic smile, and a kiss on the cheek. "Ok fine. But a big one,  with lots of Ice." She pouted, as Leo motioned to a nearby waiter. "Oh, and a cookie. chocolate chip, no oatmeal raisin. Wait, No. yes. Ok bring both." Slightly confused the waiter wandered off to retrieve the duchess's requested items. Leo walked over to join the guys leaving Alicia with the other ladies.

"God its hot. Who the hell planned this?" Anitah huffed. "Um you did." Genevieve rolled her eyes. "Jesus I swear this pregnancy brain is going to be the death of me. I almost forgot to put underwear on this morning." She popped a grape in her mouth. "It is hot, but its a very nice day. Maybe you guys can go inside to cool off?" Pam suggested. Finally the waiter came back with Alicia's water and cookies. "How are you holding up honey?" Pam turned to Alicia who looked like she was stung by a bee. "Im hot, im huge, I can't see my feet. Speaking of feet, they're swollen and the amount of pressure and cramping today may just kill me." She blurted out, pam gave her a questioning look.

"God im sorry Pam. I didn't mean to snap, I just. Oh, ooooh, ugh." She cringed as she grabbed her stomach. Anitah shot her a look. "What's going on over there?"

"These damn Braxton hicks." Alicia grunted. "You sure its not gas?" Genevieve snickered. "Trust me, if I fart you'll know it Gen."

She composed herself and focused on picking at the cookie in front of her. Not having much of an appetite anymore, she took deep breaths trying to keep the pain at bay. The ladies chattered around her, Leo still talking to the guys.

Suddenly Alicia's eyes went wide. "My. My water broke." Genevieve looked over placing her hand on Alicia's "that's ok honey,  we'll get you another." Pam looked down at the liquid dripping from the chair. "Um Gen, no. Her water broke. The twins are coming."

Genevieve and Anitah froze, pure fear in their eyes. Alicia let out a long loud groan.  "Oh god. It's happening." Anitah panicked standing and knocking over her chair, Genevieve following suit. The two began to freak out, while Pam tried to soothe Alicia. The commotion drew the attention of the whole party, Leo grinning widely in conversation as he turned to face his wife. The smile soon faded as his eyes landed on Alicia's pain stricken face.

Leo took off running across the lawn, tripping over the leg of a table holding a large ice sculpture in the form of a swan. He landed in a rolling heap on the lawn, the table flipping over sending the ice sculpture into the air, landing in the fountain where Madeline, Kiara and Alexis stood, soaking them from head to toe. Bastian had Brad bring a car around, as Liam and Drake helped Alicia across the lawn. "My bag. Its in our car." Alicia breathed out, Rashad volunteered to grab it while Leo limped next to his wife.

They arrived at the hospital, Leo was treated for a sprain and Alicia was rushed to a delivery room.  Anitah, Liam, Drake, pam, Rashad and Genevieve sat in the private waiting area down the hall from the delivery room. Maxwell was in Texas visiting with Stephanie and Evie, Liam called him to let him know that Alicia was having the twins.

"You're 8 centimeters your grace. Not much longer until these babies are here." Another strong contraction hit her like a ton of bricks.  "Arrrrggg Fuuuuck! It hurts." She sobbed. "Leo, we are never having sex again." Leo chuckled as he rubbed his wife's damp head. "I think we both know thats not true."

"The fuck it isnt! Bambam better not come anywhere near pebblesssss, ahhhhh my god fuckkkk it hurts."

Leo's face turned a deep red as the nurse snickered.

Anitah paced the floor. "Anitah, sit down you're gonna wear the tile out." Genevieve teased as rashad rubbed her feet. "I can't just sit. Its been hours, we haven't heard anything yet. What if something's wrong?" Liam came up placing his hands on her shoulders.  "Everything is fine my love." Anitah glanced at the door opening it a crack and sticking her head out. She heard a blood curdling scream come from down the hall, a few doctors and nurses rushing into the room Alicia was in. Before Liam could grab her Anitah bolted out the door, down the hall and into Alicia's room where she could see a small head crowning.  

A doctor approached the queen, who was looking a bit green in the face "your majesty, are you ok? You don't look so well." He questioned

"Oh, im fi-" She leaned over vomiting on his shoes.  "Fine." She lifted her head just in time to see another doctor hold a tiny baby up, and hear a tiny cry. Anitah joined Leo next to Alicia. "One down, one more to go." The doctor said. "I had to make sure you were ok." Anitah sniffled as she looked down at the new baby in her bestfriends arms. "Will you stay here for the next one?" Alicia sniffled. "Of course." Shortly after Baby A was born, baby B made their way into the world. After the nurses cleaned them up and Leo and Alicia had time alone the group entered the room. "Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Leonard Joshua and Arabella Faith."

Leonard or LJ for short was born first  weighing 7lbs 2 oz and 20 inches long. Arabella was born 2nd weighing 6lbs 10 oz and 19 ½ inches long. Both babies were healthy, and did not need to spend any time in the NICU.

******

"So when are you two gonna make the announcement?" A voice pulled them from their thoughts. They looked over to find Stephanie sitting there. They both gave her a questioning look. "Oh come on. I may not live in Cordonia anymore, but Im not stupid." Stephanie had made the decision to move back home to Texas to care for her sick mother. Maxwell and her both made the amicable decision to divorce, but still loved each other very much. He would travel to Texas to visit and occasionally Stephanie could come visit Cordonia, just like for the twins birthday.

"Well I guess now is as good a time as any." Alicia squeezed Leos hand. They walked over getting everyone's attention.  "We want to thank everyone for coming today. And Celebrating the twins birthday. But, we also have an announcement to make." Alicia looked to Leo who then grinned. "We're having a baby. Just one this time." He smirked.

The group congratulated the pair. Drake looked at Liam and shook his head, pulling a crisp $100 bill from his wallet "Damnit Liam, I should've known better then to take that bet. Liam smirked "what can I say. I know my brother,  and I'm pretty sure those two will end up having the most kids out of all of us."

Drake rolled his eyes. "Ok, fair. But how about a new bet." Liam looked at his best friend intrigued "I bet Rashad and Gen are next." Liam chucked "I'll take that bet."

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[mightevenwrite]

11/11/11 (again)

Thanks @nova-on-standbi for tagging me. I already did it but I wanna do your questions too lol

1) What’s your favourite place to write?

My room. I sometimes write when I'm waiting somewhere or when I'm on public transport but it always feels like someone is looking over my shoulder.

2) Favourite language?

Ooh this is hard. I only speak two but I think German is more articulate. Though English sometimes sounds better because idk on the one hand it sounds simpler but also more scientific. But adverbs suck and you need more words

3) The weirdest thing you’ve had to research/experience as a writer?

Oh I wouldn't remember. I'm always on incognito mode because I don't want to be reminded of the dumb shit I Google.

4) Favourite character you’ve written?

Hhmmm Lotte

5) What are your most hated tropes?

I don't really think about tropes that much but I'll try to list some things that I hate and hope they fit some trope

2 dimensional villains or heros- give people depth God damnit

Oh no I'm a weak woman and you're such a strong man. We've known each other for 5min but please I can't control myself, fuck me right now- listen, I love Star Trek TOS but God damn can you stop fucking everything that has legs Jim (I know they made things sexy so they could sneak their social criticism in unnoticed but uh it's so painful to watch)

Romanticized depression or mental illness - ew, just go

Nice guys depicted positively - if you're not trying to make a deep, satirical point that makes the reader think then just don't okay

Making bad solutions seem like a good idea-this one along with romanticized depression is just 13rw

6) What are your favourite tropes?

They're obviously in love and it's painfully evident but they're too stupid to notice - also why I love @crypticsx s WIP Pseudonyms so much, check it out (check out 100 years too once you're at it)

Friends that roast each other constantly but care for one another deeply - also people that pretend to hate each other but they actually sort of like each other

Friends/ lovers that have opposite interests but still found each other and love each other

Friends that care for each other shamelessly and just have a positive emotional atmosphere

Secure masculinity

There's so much more but idk what the tropes are called so whatever

7) What’s your favourite season?

Spring 🌼

8) What are you most proud of about yourself?

Is this about writing specifically? I'll just assume no.

That I managed to pull myself out of the hole I was in all by myself and am now better at every facet of everyday live (though I'm still not good at them or anything)

9) Do you have any writing habits?

Before we start I need a mug of tea or coffee when I'm tired and then we turn on YouTube and listen to old people music or orchestras.

10) Tea or coffee?

Tea

11) What’s your favourite thing you’ve ever written? (feel free to add excerpts)

Mmmm thanks for asking now I can shove it in your faces again :3

With all the force her aching head was permitting her, Lotte tried to bend open the fingers of her left hand.

When she finally succeeded all feeling suddenly returned to her hand and she screamed dreadfully. Her terrorized voice resounded through the empty, white streets.

Lotte started sobbing uncontrollably, her whole body was trembling. Her eyes filled up with tears, blurring her view. Dumbfounded  she looked at her hand. Even through her temporarily impaired sight she could see the color red taking up almost the entirety of it. Lotte blinked a few times and big tears ran over her cheeks into her mouth, leaving a salty taste on her lips. Now she could see it clearly.

The chain had dug up into her flesh. Aghast she watched the warm blood roll down her arm and drop onto the pure, white floor.