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deadwasteland-dazaisfan · 3 months

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₊˚⊹ᰔ Valentine's day! ˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

𐙚Synopsis: Valentine's day special!; 𐙚Pairing: fem!reader×dazai osamu&chuuya nakahara (separately) 𐙚Contain: headcanons, drabbles (?), sfw+nsfw, comfort, MDNI, hint of sex, rough sex, gentle sex, stimulation, oral sex, fingering, aftercare; 𐙚Author's note: (died after what is written above💀)... I tried to write this, but I don't know how well I did it. So... Once again, happy Valentine's Day to everyone! I'm a little late with this (っ- ‸ - ς)

DAZAI

•THIS MAN ADORES YOU

•Considering that in the past he had a great, great experience of various communication (and obviously not only) with girls, you are the luckiest in the world (or maybe not ...)

•Dazai is a man of different moods. You never know what will come over him at the most random moment. You even jokingly call him "Mr. Mystery," and he takes it as a compliment.

•He ALWAYS gives you gifts. Regardless of the situation. Regardless of whether it's a holiday today or not. Regardless OF WHETHER HE EVEN HAS MONEY (bruh, we all know that he has it; a former member of the Port Mafia without money? nope)

•His presents on ordinary days can be very diverse. But on holidays, he takes a particularly responsible approach to choosing gifts.

•Valentine's Day? RUN. HE WON'T LET YOU GO ALL DAY.

•He belongs to the type of men who like to do everything for show. HE BREAKS INTO THE AGENCY AND GRABS YOU, HUGGING YOU LIKE A PLUSH TOY

•You literally have to HIDE MONEY FROM HIM so that he doesn't buy up ALL THE FLOWERS IN THIS CITY.

•But it still doesn't help; HE STILL COMES WITH A HUGE BOUQUET, SMIRKING SMUGLY

•Usually he gives you white lilies, sometimes he can afford to buy roses or chrysanthemumsIn addition to flowers, you receive from him a gentle kiss on the cheek / forehead and a box of interesting sweets that you have never tasted

•Able to stay at home on holidays when you go to work. AND ALL JUST SO THAT IN A COUPLE OF HOURS HE COULD SPECTACULARLY APPEAR ON THE DOORSTEP OF THE AGENCY AND GIVE YOU A GIFT

•At such moments, he comes in a fashionable suit for a spectacular appearance

•You're always embarrassed, but he doesn't seem to care at all; JUST HAVE TIME TO ASK HIM NOT TO KISS YOU IN FRONT OF OTHERS, OH, HE'LL DO IT (just an idiot, what kind of man...)

•On February 14th, he congratulates you in the morning; if he is not a lazy ass, he can cook you a delicious breakfast, for example, toast, inside of which a heart is neatly cut out and fried eggs are filled it

•He tries to do everything for you as on ordinary days, and on this holiday (he just becomes even more clingy and cute)

•He will be too lazy to make you a valentine, but since everyone knows that you are a couple, everyone will congratulate you on the holiday, and Osamu will just (as mentioned earlier) give you a bouquet of flowers and sweets.

NSFW

•TURNS INTO A PERVERT AT 0:00 (okay, he always was and always will be)

•He will definitely go to the lingerie store, choose the most DEPRAVED UNDERWEAR (it will be open lace or something that will cover only the crotch and nipples)

•He'll give it to you in the evening

•No matter how embarrassed you are, trust me, he'll find a way to get you to wear it.

•When you find yourself in this depraved outfit, he will admire you for a long time until he finally breaks down

•There are two options for the outcome of events: HE WILL FUCK YOU OFF SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO WALK FOR SEVERAL DAYS (not funny, it really is)

•Or it will be too, too gentle, will make everything carefully and too pleasant for you

•It all depends on his mood and the degree of excitement! Well, or for how many days have you refused his requests

•Anyway, in the end, he'll clean everything up, put you to bed, and fall asleep with you, cuddling you against him.

CHUUYA

•Loves and protects you like a diamond

•Grateful to you for everything, especially for being with him despite his dangerous work

•Does everything for you, just like for his favorite doll and princess

•He'll start congratulating you in the morning

•If it's a day off, you go to a nice restaurant where he will order you the most delicious dishes, a glass of wine and a dessert in the shape of a heart

•If it's a working day, he'll apologize for being busy and try to make you breakfast. If he doesn't make it, he'll at least order you something.

•GIVES YOU A LOT OF FLOWERS

•I SWEAR THESE ARE THE BIGGEST BOUQUETS IN ALL OF YOKOHAMA.

•These can be either burgundy, blood roses, or the most delicate and light flowers

•In addition, he will either leave you his credit card with a lot of money so that you can buy everything you want, or he will go shopping with you; If you can't go yourself, he will definitely find out what you want and buy it himself

•You like different shoes (almost all your shoes are heels)

•Therefore,he never skimp on buying you another pair (the HUNDREDTH PAIR)

•He even bought you a separate closet for your shoes.

•He's definitely not giving CHEAP shoes.

•They all cost as much as the agency's budget; on Valentine's Day he will give you something in this style; hearts and red!

•He will buy your favorite wine or open something from his collection

•At work, during a break, he will try to make you an origami heart, something like a valentine

•He'll leave work early to spend more time with you

NSFW

•GET READY.

•He'll kiss every inch of your body

•He will leave bites and hickeys on your neck, thighs, chest, even your stomach

•He'll really enjoy your moans

•He'll be very gentle, unless you ask him to be rude.

•He will do everything slowly and carefully, as if he is afraid that he might harm you.

•You're like a fragile doll in his arms.

•Passionate, sensual kisses are provided for you

•He knows how to please you, so he will use his tongue and fingers

•He will torment you slowly, pressing you against his back, while he gently massages your clit, listening to you whimper

•He enjoys the feeling of you trembling from his touch

•He will tease you and push you to the limit, and then stop abruptly; but it won't last long, and he will give you your sweet release

•Will make you cum first from his fingers and then from his tongue

•He will make sure that he has prepared you well by slowly inserting and removing two fingers from your wet hole

•He'll fuck you very gently

•If you don't ask him for anything, then yes; but if you ask him to be rougher, he will squeeze you into the mattress, face into the pillow, when he fucks you hellishly fast

•After any option, he will do everything necessary for you and him, and then you will fall asleep in an embrace

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hariboz · 5 months

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PROMISE ME…!

“when you don’t tell your boyfriend you’re sick and still perform!”

pairing: idol!bf!ricky x gn!idol!reader

genre: fluff, tiny angst (?)

warning: mention of headaches, blurry vision, nausea and similar symptoms, softie bf!ricky, that’s it i think?

notes: ty to nonnie for requesting this!! i got a little carried away but i got into a pretty good flow writing it so i hope you enjoy 🥹🫶🏻 also!! this is my first time writing idol!reader so i hope it feels somewhat realistic…? as realistic as it can be i guess 😵‍💫

word count: 1.8k (😵‍💫 how and why…)

five, six, seven, eight.

five, six, seven—

“y/n, are you okay?” the voice of your leader rips you out of your trance, your tired eyes meeting in the mirror. you nod and put on a bright, although fake smile in hopes of being reassuring, though you’re not sure you were being all too convincing — either way, none of your members pry, because they understand. they understand the need to push through, especially now with all these end of the year award shows happening; you simply can’t afford to be sick, to fall behind and to be absent from such huge events. so, you decide to push through the dizziness, nausea and pain. you’ll take some medication later, it’ll be fine. (at least that’s what you’re telling yourself when you catch yourself stumbling from the dizziness when you get ready to practice your solo entrance.) even though there is a silent understanding between you and your members, there still is one person you know you won’t be able to convince, no matter how hard you’ll try — your boyfriend and professional overthinker in regards to your well-being, ricky.

it’s quite cute, the juxtaposition of his public image and the way he tends to worry. did you eat? does your throat hurt from vocal practice? did you trip during dance practice again? (a question that’s especially annoying considering you told him about tripping once, roughly six months ago. he refuses to let it go.) he sends you teas and throat sprays to make sure your voice is taken care of, secretly checks the soles of your shoes to make sure they aren’t getting slippery, somehow manages to pack you little snacks you can munch on when you haven’t eaten anything before practice again. he’s very rarely stern, much too soft-spoken and gentle towards you to speak to you in a more serious manner when he’s worried, so he shows his care and love through these things — which makes you feel all the more guilty when you straight up have to lie to him when he asks if practice is going fine, if you’re feeling well, and letting you know how excited he (along with gyuvin, he mentions) is to see you perform in person up close.

you try your hardest to get better before the performance, you really do. well, as much as you can between hours and hours of practice and barely any sleep, at least. all your efforts seem to be in vain, though, because the day of the performance seems to be the worst day yet — if you had a choice, you would bury yourself under every blanket available and not leave your bed for at least a week, that’s how awful you feel when you and your members are picked up from your dorm during the wee hours of the morning.

unfortunately, the little perfectionistic gremlin that lives at the back of your mind refuses to let all these weeks of practice go to waste, so you muster up a brave smile through your shaking pupils and tell your worrying members that you have everything under control — you’ll smash this performance just like all the other ones, even if you have to do it while being a little dizzy. it’s no big deal, you’re a professional after all.

your stylists is making some last minute adjustments to your outfits when a gentle knock sounds through the room, a very familiar blonde head of hair popping in. you rush over to ricky, his arms snaking around you immediately. “hey, handsome,” you mutter as you observe his face, a small grin playing on his lips. “you’re not looking to bad yourself, hm?” his voice is smooth as he brushes some of your hair out of your face, careful to not interfere with your hairstylist’s hard work. you’re thrown off your balance a little when another dizziness spell hits you out of nowhere, the look on ricky’s face immediately morphing into one of concern, “are you okay?”

you muster up a smile and just nod, eyes blinking rapidly to dispel the black dots bouncing around in your vision, “yeah, i’m just a little nervous,” you reach up to adjust his collar to avoid meeting his worried eyes, “i’m fine. just freaking out a little, that’s all.” you can tell ricky doesn’t entirely believe you, but he trusts that you would come to him if there was something wrong — so he reluctantly lets the subject go. he steals a quick kiss to your lips, whispering a “good luck, i love you.” before he turns to leave to make any last preparations for his own performance.

your first wave of regret overcomes you when you stand ready beneath the stage, you and your members getting into position to perform the intro to your performance. your head feels like it’s about to split and your hands are shaky, but it’s too late to turn back now — as queen sunmi once said, the show must go on.

your second wave of regret comes when you’re actually on stage, all the lights, the music, the screams and your in-ear monitor feeling less like the dream you’ve worked so hard to achieve and more like your own personal hell. your group having your own amazing entrance with one of the stage elevators excited you at first; unfortunately, right now you’re preoccupied with managing your expressions to make sure you won’t let any irritation or discomfort slip.

your third and final wave of regret comes when you stand in the middle of the stage in this massive venue, tens of thousands of eyes on you as you start to perform your solo part of the song — your head is pounding and you can barely hear your own voice through your in-ears anymore, your steps are shaky and imprecise, your vision is blurry. you manage to push through, somehow, but it’s clear in the way your chest is heaving once the lights go out that you’re not well.

the atmosphere is very much tense in the part of the audience where your fellow idols sit, all of them having to cover their very obvious concern with faux excitement — you pulled it off well enough, but it’s clear to every single one of them that you’re sick and that you probably should not have performed. ricky especially has to keep his expressions in check, because the mix of worry and concern but also frustration and maybe a little anger is raging heavily inside him right now.

the worry and concern are obvious, the last thing he wants to see is you being sick, much less performing in that state. the frustration is bubbling inside him because he knows that you know better, that even the chance of you hurting yourself even worse by performing while sick is enough reason to sit out one performance. the anger is entirely directed at your staff and maybe some of your members, your leader at least — they must’ve seen that you were unwell, no? and they still let you on stage? is that not what managers and leaders are for, to take matters into their own hands and to know what’s best for their members? it all comes to a head when your members join the other idols in the audience while you’re nowhere in sight.

ricky is getting restless, his hands sprawling against his dress pants, occasionally pinching the fabric to keep his mind occupied. gyuvin and matthew both gave him little reassuring pats on his back but neither did much to comfort him, his mind entirely preoccupied with worrying about you and counting down the minutes to when he will finally be able to check up on you backstage.

it’s about an hour later when the award show is finally over, and for once ricky is the first one to rush backstage, a little ahead of all of his members. he swerves past staff and security and doesn’t even bother knocking on your group’s dressing room, ripping the door open to find your shocked but still very exhausted eyes staring up at him in surprise, “ricky?”

he’s in front of you in the blink of an eye, squatting down to meet you eye-to-eye, his hands gently cradling your face, “are you okay? for real, this time?” his brows are furrowed and you feel a little bad for thinking that he looks pretty handsome all serious like this. you nod sheepishly, apology ready to spill from your lips when he squishes your cheeks together to silence you, “shhh, you listen to me. never do that again, okay? do you know how scary that was, watching you perform like that? what if something had happened, you know you could’ve—,” he stumbles over his words a little, clearly worked up, “i don’t know, fallen off stage or something. you could’ve fainted! or you could’ve broken something or— i don’t know, just, promise me, don’t do that again.” ricky’s once so stern voice turns soft towards the end again, never really able to keep up his serious tone for long, especially towards you.

“‘m sorry, just didn’t want to let anyone down,” you mumble, leaning into his touch. his cold hands on your face feel incredibly nice, a stark contrast to your feverish face. he sighs and one of his hands comes up to brush your hair away from your face, his hand stroking your head softly, “i know, but still. don’t do stuff like that, okay? talk to someone when you’re not feeling well. your managers, your members, me — there’s so many people you can go to, okay? anyone, as long as you tell someone,” you nod along to him, and maybe it’s the guilt of making him worry so much or the fact that you’re overwhelmed from the amount of affection coming from him while you’re still a little delirious, but you feel like you need to lighten the atmosphere with a little joke.

“even gyuvin?” the gentle expression on his face falls almost immediately, replaced by a very unimpressed stare. you break out into quiet giggles, muttering a “sorry” before pressing a kiss to his cheek. ricky grumbles a little before getting back up, running his hand through your hair gently one last time. “i have to go back now but i’m ordering you some soup to your dorm later. you’re on bedrest for the next few days, you hear me?” he tries to sound stern again and puts on his best serious face, but his façade is broken when you smile up at him so tiredly, the exhaustion clear on your face.

“thank you, i love you,” you call after him when he turns to leave, ricky sending you a flying kiss before leaving the room, “love you too.”

(your fourth wave of regret came when you realised ricky formed an alliance with your members, all of them exchanging “y/n intel” to make sure all of them can keep an eye on you while you’re recovering.)

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dontaskmemybias · 9 months

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The Fan Meeting

Pairing: Idol!Han Jisung x afab reader Request: No Theme: Strangers to Lovers Contains: Panic Attacks, Cursing, Unprotected Sex (don't do this), Loads of Fluff, Angst If You Squint. Word Count: 4,933 Note: MINORS DNI!!!! This is a work of fiction and does not portray any of the members irl. I was thinking to myself, what if my worst nightmare and one of my fantasies collided? Then this came out haha! I know some of the details aren't accurate, this is fiction so don't come for me! 😂

You had been wanting to see Stray Kids live for forever. You were a huge STAY, you even (embarrassingly) wrote fan fiction about them on Tumblr. For your birthday your lovely best friends since childhood decided to get you tickets to see them live AND do a fan meeting. One of them said she would come with you (you had gotten her into the group and she is now a proud STAY as well) and it was all the two of you could talk about for weeks.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE WE ARE SEEING THEM TOMORROW I'M GONNA PASS OUT AND/OR CRY I SWEAR TO GOD!" Your bestie had heard you talk about how your were probably going to have a heart attack or spontaneously combust for weeks so, being used to this dialogue, she just laughed and shook her head at your antics.

"If you pass out I'll just throw some water on you so you don't miss too much." She deadpanned. This caused you to crack up hysterically until she joined in and soon the two of you were clutching your ribs from how hard you had been laughing.

"Just 24 more hours and we will be front row watching my favorite boys." You sighed wistfully and your friend just chuckled.

"Yeah, 24 hours!"

~✨~

Your heart was racing as you lined up outside the venue. You had missed the last world tour because you had just gotten into the group and couldn't afford tickets, but that didn't bother you much seeing as this album was astronomy themed. You had worked at an observatory for years but you had just left the job and honestly needed a break from job hunting and what better way to decompress than seeing your favorite boys live.

You were fascinated with the sky so the first time you heard "Hall of Fame" and recognized Neil Armstrong's words you almost passed out. This was the perfect time to see your favorite boys live and you were seriously worried that you might ACTUALLY pass out at some point.

You and your bestie had dressed up for the occasion, wanting to look good for the fan meeting (Jesus the fan meeting you hadn't really thought about it too much, too worried you were going to embarrass yourself)

Once you got into the venue you were starstruck. There was merchandise and STAY's running around, excitement filled the air. You were in awe of it all and if it weren't for your bestie you would've stood there frozen taking it all in for way too long. Luckily she pulled your hand and dragged you over to the line for merchandise.

After spending WAY too much money on memorabilia you decided to head to your seats. You were absolutly buzzing with excitement as you continued forward until you reached your spots. So close to the stage you could practically see the flecks of paint on the stage floor.

"How are we feeling? Excited? Nervous? Pass-outy?" You laughed at your friends made up word.

"Pass-outy? That's ridiculous. But seriously I am just so fucking excited I cannot contain it!" You giggle-screeched and started hopping around a bit. Your friend joined you in your mini-freakout and you both started screaming when the show began to start.

~✨~

The show was AMAZING! Hands-down one of the best experiences of your life. The vocals, the rapping, the DANCING?!!?! You felt like you had died and gone to heaven. You were so star struck and in shock that you were able to be here at all that after the last song was over and they did their (adorable) goodbye speeches you felt glued to the floor, staring with your mouth open until your bestie pulled you out of it. Reminding you of the fan meeting.

The fan meeting.

Where you would get to MEET. THEM.

Excitement and nerves bubbled up within you as your bestie dragged you to the next location to wait in line to meet the boys.

~✨~

You had to wait for forever in line, you had gotten there late because your bestie had to use the bathroom so you were now literally the last people in line. Your nerves were at an all time high. What were you going to say? Your anxiety started to flare up but your bestie calmed you down before you could have a full blown panic attack.

Finally you were next. You'd see Chan first, then Changbin, Lee Know, Han, Felix, Hyunjin, Seungmin, and finally I.N. You could do this, no need to be worried.

You moved a few steps, bestie in tow, and came in front of Bang Chan himself. You smiled and waved a little. He giggled a bit and waved back.

"Hi I'm Bang Chan! And you are?"

"H-hello, I'm Y/N."

"Oh don't mind her, she's nervous! Y/N here is a huge fan! She even writes fanfiction about you guys! She's Y/URL on Tumblr!"

You froze. She did not just tell them your dark secret like that. You two always teased each other but she had no idea how badly this freaked you out. Your eyes were wide, you didn't notice but all the guys were looking at you now with varying expressions from confusion to amusement.

You started breathing a little heavier. Your hand started shaking.

Fuck.

You were about to have a panic attack in front of all eight members of Stray Kids.

You tried calming yourself down but tears began to well up in your eyes. Your breathing got shallower and before you knew it someone was ushering you away from the crowd and into a separate room.

Someone was holding your hand, talking to you calmly. There were other people in the room as well, you couldn't really tell who, your brain was only at half capacity as you fought the urge to sink deeper into your panic. The logical part of your brain realized it was probably your bestie in front of you and security with her to make sure you were okay, but her hands felt a little bigger than normal. You didn't register that fact, you just laid down until your head was in her lap and you began to work through your exercises to bring you out of your panic.

Find five things you can see.

You focused on your skirt, the cute one you decided to wear tonight. The floor, white tile with black designs on it. The security guard, closer to you than anyone else other than your best friend. The plant on the floor next to you, in a cute ceramic pot. Finally the fan on the ceiling, not on but sitting stagnant.

You didn't notice but you were listing things out loud, your brain in too much of a haze to comprehend what was going on.

Four things you can hear.

Your heartbeat, a bit higher than normal but slowing down as you listed things. Your breathing, shallow but more steady than it was before. Your best friend, apologizing and explaining the situation to the security guard, she sounded farther away than you expected. Another voice, saying calming and reassuring things in a gentle low voice.

Three things you can feel.

Your hand on the cool tile floor, lowering your rising body temperature. Your skirt, you take it in your fingers to feel the fabric. A gentle hand running through your hair to calm you down.

Two things you can smell.

The perfume you put on today for the show, peaches, your favorite. Cologne, an unfamiliar scent, definitely not what your bestie had been wearing tonight.

One thing you can taste.

The remnants of the snack you and your bestie shared during the show.

After running through the exercise your brain slowly turned back on and the first thing it registered was that this was NOT your bestie who you were laying on.

You sat up quickly and looked at who had been comforting you for god knows how long and your breath hitched.

Han Jisung.

You were trying to think of what to say but he beat you to it.

"How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water maybe?" You shyly nodded your head and you saw one of the security guards leave and bring you back a bottle of water. You took a quick sip and looked back to Han.

"I-I am so sorry, I thought you were my friend, I-I didn't realize-" He cut you off

"No worries. I saw you get pale and start shaking back there and I knew what was going on. I get panic attacks too so I figured I might be able to help!" He flashed you a quick smile and ran a hand over the nape of his neck.

You stared at him for much longer than you would've liked, trying to figure out what the actual fuck you were supposed to say in this scenario. The only thing your stupid lizard brain could come up with was "Thank you for letting me use you as a pillow."

What. The. Fuck.

Jesus Christ you are worse than the oblivious girls you wrote about in your little delulu land on Tumblr.

Han just giggled a bit and flashed you his biggest smile.

"I didn't mind, anything to help out a fan!"

Right. A fan, who embarrassingly had a full blown panic attack in front of her favorite band.

Thankfully your bestie came over at that moment to break the awkward silence that had settled over you and Han. Dramatically sobbing she landed on the floor next to you and took your hand in hers.

"Jesus Y/N I am so fucking sorry, I don't know why I said that I didn't mean to freak you out so much-" You cut her off before she had a full mental breakdown too.

"Hey, hey it's okay! I'm okay now, no worries." You smiled at her softly and she took a deep breath.

You all got up off the floor and thanked everyone for helping you out. You figured you must have been out of it for a bit seeing as the room next door was pretty quiet now. Not wanting to waste anyones time you started to head for the door.

"Wait! Y/N, I feel bad you didn't get to say hi to the other guys, would you like me to at least sign something for you?" This boy was a literal angel. Here you were, making his day even longer than he had probably planned on it being and now HE wants to do something nice for YOU?

"You really don't have to do that, I feel bad for making you stick around so long." You sheepishly looked down at the floor. Han walked closer to you until his feet were in your line of vision. You slowly looked up and saw him less than a foot away from you and he smiled again.

"It's no problem at all! I really want to. Please?" Shit you weren't gonna turn down such a golden opportunity. You handed him one of the photocards you got with his picture on it and he kept his hand out, waiting for more things to sign. You giggled and pulled out the three others you got.

All Han. He was after all, your bias.

He chuckled and walked over to a nearby table to sign the fan cards. When he came back he smiled and handed them to you.

"It was lovely to meet you Y/N, I hope to see you again soon."

Then he winked.

He fucking winked at you.

What fanfic bullshittary was this?

~✨~

After security made sure you were okay you and your bestie left and headed back to the hotel you were staying in for the night. You let her have it over telling the band about your fanfic account and she kept apologizing until you finally decided that it was ultimately okay, especially since you got some signatures out of it.

You did not tell her that Han had winked at you. That was just for you.

Finally you got to the hotel room and she started squealing.

"Show me the cards! I want to see his signature!!"

You giggled and pulled them out. The first one was simply signed 'Han'.

The second one said 'Y/N's biggest fan'

You looked at your bestie, thoroughly confused.

"What the hell does that mean?"

Her jaw dropped and she pointed to the third card. It was signed not with his name, but a Tumblr URL.

Your jaw dropped.

No. Fucking. Way.

It was a URL you had seen on so many occasions. Commenting, liking, and reblogging every single one of your fics. Your biggest fan on Tumblr was FUCKING HAN JISUNG?!

You looked at the fourth photocard, it was signed 'Jisung' but on the back there was a note.

'Meet me at the Marriott on Fourth street tonight, room 461 ;)'

Your heart stopped.

You must be dreaming.

There is no way this is real.

Your bestie screams.

"Y/N YOU HAVE TO FUCKING GO OH MY GOD PLEASE GO AND TELL ME WHATEVER YOU CAN TOMORROW!!!!"

Before you can register what is happening she grabs your phone and orders you an uber before pushing you out the door and telling you to 'be safe!'

~✨~

Twenty minutes later you find yourself in front of room 461 at the Marriott on Fourth street. Your nerves are at an all time high as you hesitantly knock on the door half-expecting a serial killer to be on the other side because that would be more plausible than seeing Han Jisung open the door and smile at you before ushering you inside.

Once you get inside you have absolutly no fucking clue what to do other than fiddle with the hem of your skirt and stare at the floor. Han just chuckles and walks over to the bed before plopping down on the mattress.

"I am so glad you came, I have been dying to meet my favorite writer in person for ages now!" Your head snaps in his direction and he has a cocky grin plastered on his face.

"You seriously read my fanfics about you guys?" You are in shock, still half-believing this is all a dream.

"Hell yeah I do! The other guys sometimes read them too, we like to read all the stuff our fans write but you are by far my favorite, especially now that I know for sure I am your bias." Your face pales and you stare at him wide-eyed while he stands up and walks over to you.

"Hey it's okay, I won't bite, unless you want me to of course." And he winks at you again.

You could fucking die on the spot.

Han grabs your hand and leads you over to the bed to sit down. He keeps your hand in his lap and you see a faint blush take his cheeks. He starts to look almost as nervous as you are and you don't think you have ever seen him look so fucking attractive before.

"But seriously Y/N, you're an incredible writer and I am so happy you actually came. Your stories are so great and I honestly just wanted to talk with you about them. Like, where do you get the ideas for the stuff you write?"

It takes you a second to gather your thoughts and answer his question. All that you can about think at the moment is how Han fucking Jisung reads your stories and is currently holding your hand blushing like a god damn schoolboy.

"Well, a lot of what I write are recommendations sent in by other people, but the stuff I come up with honestly just comes to me randomly. Like, I read a lot of fanfiction and I take my favorite tropes and just think about who would fit best and then the story just flows as I go. Honestly half the time I don't even have an end goal in mind, I just write until it feels finished." Now its your turn to blush and look down at your intertwined hands.

Han starts rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb as he lets out a small hum.

"That's incredible, you must have an amazing imagination to come up with so many stories."

"Yeah, my mom used to call me a space cadet growing up because I always had my head in the clouds." You chuckled and Han did too.

"That's so cute! Space cadet, I'm definitely going to be using that from now on."

After the initial shock wore off from being in Han's room, the two of you continued talking. First just about your writing, but eventually about movies you both like, T.V. shows, anime, books, and everything else. It was insane how fast you got comfortable with him. Eventually you found yourself laying on the bed next to him, hands still intertwined as you told him about space and you guys talked about the vastness of the cosmos together. Once you had covered almost every topic you could he leaned over to look at you.

"Would you want to stay and maybe watch a movie or something? I really like your company. It can get kinda lonely in these hotel rooms."

"Yeah of course, I like hanging out with you too Han." You smiled at him.

"You can call me Jisung, it's what most of my friends call me." Your heart skipped a beat. Han Jisung just implied you were friends now?

Before you could fully react Jisung got up and grabbed the T.V. remote before settling back on the bed, sitting against the headboard. He patted the spot next to him and you climbed up to sit next to him while he scrolled through the channels to find something for the two of you to watch.

He eventually saw Howl's Moving Castle and looked over to you. You nodded and giggled as he pushed play.

The two of you watched the movie in peaceful quiet, commenting on the story here and there. About a third of the way through Jisung's hand found yours again and he pulled it into his lap, pulling you a little closer to him in the process. After a few minutes he switched the hand that was holding yours so he could wrap his arm around you, you settled into his side and rested your head on his shoulder, smiling as you heard him let out a content sigh.

The two of you stayed cuddled up like that for the rest of the movie. You started to get a little tired by the end but when would you ever be in this position again? So you pushed through the drowsiness overcoming your body and finished out the movie mostly awake.

Once the movie was over you shifted a bit to look at Jisung. "I should probably head out, its really late." Jisung looked a little sad for a moment.

"What if you stayed here tonight? I could get you a car to take you home tomorrow? We are in town for another show tomorrow, maybe we could even do this again?" He looked hopeful. You smiled and nuzzled into his side.

"Yeah okay, I doubt I could get a ride at this hour anyway."

Jisung absolutly beamed at your response and sat up stretching his back.

"Yay sleepover!" He started laughing. "If you'd like, I have some clothes you could change into to be a bit more comfortable?"

"Yeah that would be great!"

"There's some facewash in the bathroom too you can use!"

With that Jisung got up and grabbed you one of his big tee shirts and a pair of boxers to change into. You got changed in the bathroom and washed your face. Your mind was racing with so many thoughts but the moment you came back into the room and saw Jisung snuggled under the blankets all you could think of was how lucky you were to get this experience.

You climbed into bed next to Jisung and he turned to look at you. "Y/N?"

You turned to him and smiled. "Yes Jisung?"

"Can we- I don't want to make you uncomfortable, but can we cuddle?" You giggled at his bashfulness.

"Yeah Jisung, we can cuddle." He let out a cute squeal of happiness and scooted towards you so he could wrap his arms around you. You snuggled your face into his chest and he let out a sigh of happiness.

"Goodnight Y/N."

"Goodnight Jisung."

~✨~

The next morning went so quickly. You and Jisung had to wake up way too early for your liking. Jisung got you a car like he promised and made sure you were coming back later that night. You swore you would and he gave you a big hug before ushering you into the car so he could go do a million things before their concert.

When you got back to the hotel room your bestie was still sleeping so you just got into the other bed and crashed. Still exhausted from staying up all night with Jisung.

In your dreams you were a princess in medieval times. You were lonely until one day your knight in shining armor showed up (Jisung of course) and he swept you off your feet. You had a forbidden romance because you were engaged to some prince you had never met from a faraway land. But in the end Jisung was actually the prince! He had come early to meet you under false pretenses to judge your character and he found you to be the perfect wife and you lived happily ever after. Until an earthquake hit. The ground shaking, loud noises all around you. More shaking.

And you woke up. To your bestie shaking you awake. Out of your lovely dream and into reality.

A reality where you quickly remembered, you had stayed with Jisung last night.

Holy fuck that actually happened?

"BITCH TELL ME EVERYTHING, WHEN DID YOU GET BACK?!"

After a long ass conversation where you told your bestie all the details you decided (well really she told you you had to) go hang out with Jisung again that night.

You decided to stay in the hotel all day with your bestie watching shitty rom-coms and laughing about all the cringey tropes movies use to catch your attention. You were just about crawling out of your skin trying to process the last 48 hours and decided to have a chill day to prepare for the long night ahead of you.

~✨~

It was about 11:30PM by the time you got an uber over to Jisung's hotel and you still were convinced that this was all a dream, but as you walked up to his door you were sure that this was in fact reality and you were going to the Han Jisung's room at almost midnight in just a hoodie and leggings. You seriously considered going back to your hotel to change but you suddenly heard a loud thud on the other side of the door and you reached up to knock on the door to make sure everything was alright.

When Jisung opened the door he had that huge smile on his face again and he pulled you in for a hug immediately, letting the door shut behind you.

"Oh my god I'm so glad you came I was worried you wouldn't show!" you started giggling and hugged him back.

"Of course I came silly, I would be an idiot not to! Plus I'm excited to see what movie you have for us tonight!" He giggled back and pulled away from the hug to walk over to the bed.

"I am feeling a bit daring tonight, how about we watch a scary movie?" You walked over and sat on the bed next to him.

"Okay but if I jump you have to promise not to make fun of me!" He giggled at that and grabbed the TV remote.

"Of course not! I'll just laugh in my head." You playfully slapped his arm and he dramatically fell onto the bed like he had just been shot which caused you to double over and laugh loudly.

He finally got up and turned on the TV searching through the horror movies.

"See anything you like?" Looking straight at him you replied a simple "Yeah." He looked up and saw you staring at him and giggled a little bit before picking a movie and turning it on.

You both leaned back and Jisung moved his arm behind you to hold onto you. You smiled and leaned into him as the movie played.

After about 30 minutes you realized that Jisung was just as afraid of horror movies as you were. You would both jump at the same time, yelp, and hold onto each other tighter as the scenes played out.

By the time the movie ended the two of you were completely tangled on the bed. You were almost half in his lap from the amount of times you burrowed into him during the scary scenes.

"Y/N? You okay?" Jisung looked down at where you had burrowed into his chest.

"Yeah, I just won't be able to sleep ever again so there's that." You both started laughing and his grip on you grew a little tighter.

"Well, no worries, you can stay here with me, I can protect you." He said with a sheepish smile on his face.

"But what about tomorrow? You're leaving so I'll have to sleep alone again." You said somberly. You looked up at him and he had a sad smile on his face.

Jisung lifted his hand and pushed the hair out of your face, then he let his hand linger on your cheek. He looked like he was contemplating something until you looked down at his lips. Then he slowly leaned in and kissed you.

You let yourself fall into the kiss, your arms wrapping tighter around him. He pulled you closer into him until you both pulled away for air. He leaned his forehead on yours.

"Would it be crazy if I asked you to come with us?" He whispered. His breath tickling your face.

"Would it be crazy if I said I would?" You breathed out. You heard his breath hitch and before you could process what was happening he had flipped you so you were laying on the bed with him hovering above you, his forehead pressed against yours again.

"Don't play with me love, I'm serious. Come with us. You can stay with me every night and I'll pay for your plane tickets and everything."

Holy fuck he was serious. You thought about it for a moment. You didn't have a job, you were month-to-month on your apartment so you could leave pretty much whenever. It's not like you had anything tying you down.

But then...

"What if you get sick of me? I'd have nowhere to go."

"Baby I'd never get sick of you, and if you ever want to leave I would pay for you to come home. I just don't want this to end." He leaned down and kissed you softly. Then he whispered, his lips touching yours, "I can't say goodbye yet."

You sadly smiled at the desperation, the sadness in his voice. You didn't want this to end either.

Instead of replying you pulled him down to you in a searing kiss. He reciprocated almost immediately and the kiss grew more heated. The two of you were tangled together in the most heated makeout session you'd ever had. He pulled away just long enough to rip his shirt off and throw it somewhere in the room. You eventually did the same.

After that everything was a blur of clothes flying and messy kisses. Eventually the both of you were completely naked and feeling each other up, hands roaming across one another's bodies. Finally Jisung slipped inside you and you both let out a breath you weren't aware you were holding.

He stilled inside you once he bottomed out and looked into your eyes.

"You are so beautiful."

You let a single tear fall as he began moving. The two of you panting and moaning as he set a steady speed. Sex had never been like this for you, it was like you breathed as one. You were gripping onto him in any way you could, grabbing his biceps, his waist, his face.

His thrust started to become erratic the longer you went, his hips getting a little sloppy to signal he was close. His hand came down to rub circles on your clit to get you there faster. You cried out in extasy as you felt the band in your lower belly snap. Jisung followed after a few more thrusts and laid his head down on your chest, his dick still settled inside you, slowly softening.

You both looked at each other and smiled. He pecked your nose, then your cheeks, and finally your lips before getting up to get a washrag to clean you both up.

You didn't know how long this would last, but you decided that you wanted to ride out this feeling as long as you could. So after you were both cleaned up and he settled in the bed next to you, you turned to face him.

"I'll come with you Ji, anywhere you are is where I want to be."

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Just an Idea-

Rise Leo gets thrown into the 12 Universe with a twist!

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Leo doesn’t know how he got here or why.

Okay. He does know why. But he doesn’t blame Mikey for it! After all, it was his first portal and his little brother did save him from the prison dimension!

Mikey’s portal was unstable and sure his little brother never wanted him to land… well… here!

With smaller, funny talking Kraang, stuck in a silver pink cell. And certainly he didn’t mean to revert Leo back into a small turtle tot either!

And being magically healed as well… Though scars remained.

Okay! He didn’t expect to end up here and certainly not as a baby!

And fine, he has been quite frustrated when he woke up in that cell and had thrown a temper tantrum like a goddamn child. But then again, he is one …now at least.

But he could never be angry at his little brother for this.

Not when his little Sun had ripped open time and space with his bare hands just to save him.

Not when he was able to see his brothers one last time, full of relief and hope.

Not when Raph took his hand to drag him out of that hell hole and into safety.

Not when Donnie had launched a huge ass drill right into the Krangs stupid ugly face.

Not when his little brother had him saved from another month of torture.

No. He just couldn’t.

So, instead of physically recoiling every time he thought about the aftermath of the Krangs invasion, his brothers injuries, he made himself a plan on how to escape from his very bright cell, from the Kraang and - most importantly - the shitty food.

Like- Seriously! What kind of food is that?!

And no, Kraang, goop made out of trash is not edible!

The plan had worked in the end. He could’ve saved a lot of chaos if he would’ve been bigger, but he would not think about the ‘what if’s or anything similar.

So, now he was outside. He managed to snag a big hoodie so he could blend in with the crowd and then stole some food. Real food this time.

He resisted the urge to break down and cry. It wasn’t because he thought that the people around him would simply ignore him, but beca he simply couldn’t afford being seen. He was still a mutant after all. He was pretty sure being seen like this would lead the Kraang right back to him.

So he should keep a low profile for now and ignore his childish urges.

Though, if he was a human, it would make things a lot easier. But he was pretty sure, that was just impossible.

Though, with a little training, maybe his little sunshine could actually turn him and his brothers into humans.

After all, Casey Junior did say, that Mikey was ‘the greatest Mystic Warrior the world’s ever seen’ and Leo didn’t doubt that, even if Casey Junior had never told them that in the first place, his little brother is the best after all!

But Leo believed Junior.

Donnie was a genius! He’s Leo’s twin, his other half. Of course he’s the best at everything he does!

And Mikey is really talented with art and lives up to his name. Of course he’s going to be the best mystic warrior!

And then there’s Raph.

Leo isn’t sure if Junior hadn’t said anything about him, became he simply wanted to keep their spirit high and not remind them of the situation they’re in or if it’s simply because Junior never got to know him, but Leo is 100% sure, that Raph was the best and strongest Leader and brother there was!

Leo shook his head. He should find a place to sleep instead of thinking about his brothers, wherever they were. Wherever he was.

Leo buried his face deeper into the hoodie, staring at one of the many fire escapes.

He wasn’t sure if he was even able to reach them, not with his tiny body.

He stared down at his three-fingered hands. They were so small.

There was no way he could reach those fire escapes!

The urge to cry out in frustration welled up again.

Leo scrubbed his face.

Don’t cry! You’re an grown up! You faced evil in demon armor and stopped an alien invasion! Be brave!

His gaze landed on then manhole cover.

The sewers it is then.

But first: Supplies.

He needs food, water, clothes and a med kit.

Clothes was fairly easy. The cashier didn’t pay attention, especially not to a child that was below their radar. A small backpack came with the large clothes.

Next was food and water.

A small shop lifting was in order. It didn’t fail! But Leo was simply too small to get everything he needed in time.

The small slider stared at the bread and water bottle in his tiny hands before stuffing them into his bag.

That’s okay. He’ll get more at another store! At one that’s further away from the one he’s just been to.

It’s fine!

He got more this time. Apples, a few granola bars and more water.

That should be enough for now!

Now he only needed a med kit.

That was a lot harder to get. Like a lot, a lot harder.

He couldn’t just steal from a pharmacy! Not without Donnie’s help to shut down the cameras, so they could break in in the middle of the night and especially not in his tiny turtle tot body.

He pouts, worrying his lip. There was a dollar store on the other side of the street.

Leo was sure the stores soon going to close, since the sun is already setting. He wasn’t exactly sure was season it was, but it was pretty chilly and the trees’ leaves have an orange hue to them. So maybe it was autumn.

There were almost no people around.

He huffs.

He supposes he should look for a med kit tomorrow. He’s exhausted.

Leo makes his way to the nearest manhole cover and slides it open with more effort that he would’ve needed in his original body and carefully places his foot onto the first metal bar, testing the waters.

It wasn’t as slippery as he thought it would be. That’s good.

Leo continues to climb down, not bothering to slid the cover back into place.

Something told him, that he would fall if he did so and his intuition is normally right.

Everything seemed to go well today. He managed to escape from those weird Kraang, he got mostly everything he needed and now he only had to find a place to sleep. Today was a great day! Maybe he could even sleep—

A loud yelp escaped Leo as his feet slip out under him and the sudden shift made it impossible to hold on to the metal latter.

Everything seemed to slow down.

His fingertips brushing against the latter, his foot getting caught between it and his world tilting upside down.

His heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears.

A sickening crack.

His vision going white.

Numbness in his leg.

His head hurt.

What-?

His ears are ringing.

His throat hurts like he screamed for hours on end.

Something warm tickled down his neck.

And there was pain. White hot raging pain. Everywhere.

Leo couldn’t move. Everything hurt and it felt like he couldn’t breathe—

“Breathe, child”, a smooth and deep voice called out to him and Leo could only blink through his tear filled vision.

Who-?

“Breathe. You need to breathe”

Breathe? Breathe. Right. He could do that.

Leo swallowed dryly, breath hitching as he sucked in the very much needed air.

When had he stopped breathing?!

“Very good. You’re doing a wonderful job! Keep at it”

Praise?

Leo carefully lifted his hands up to his face, scrubbing the tears away.

He had to blink a few times to adjust, shifting a little so he could lean against the wall behind him.

Leo blinked.

There was a extremely tall rat-man crouching in front of him, large hands with long thin fingers held up for Leo to see.

He had dark brown fur and on the underside of his jaw was white stripe that went to his chest.

The man wore a red kimoto and a light brown cloth was wrapped around his chest.

And in it were four small mutant turtle tots.

Leo opened his mouth, then closed it only to open it again like a fish on land.

What. The. F—

“How are you, my child?”, spoke the man again, looking unsure if he was allowed to touch him.

Leo made an odd noise between a grunt and a huff in the back of his throat.

The man’s sharp ears perk up at the sound, his forehead creasing with worry. He eyes Leo’s leg with concern.

Leo was sure the man would later ask him about his mutation or if he was a Yokai, though it seemed like something as the Hidden City doesn’t exist here, since all of the entrances were unresponsive to his call.

Leo gritted his teeth and let out a warning hiss at the man’s attempt to take a look at his leg.

An aggressive hiss answered him from the man’s chest.

One of the baby turtles bared his teeth at him and his small black button eyes narrowed warningly at him.

Leo mimicked his glare and hooked an hand under his knee to examine himself.

Definitely broken… Great…

“Let me help you, young one”, the man said softly, gently pushing the glaring baby turtle back into the cloth, his other hand still raised.

Leo didn’t trust himself to speak. He hadn’t spoken in the last couple of months, certainly his voice was raspy and mixed with turtle sounds.

Leo worried his lower lip again, thinking about his options.

He could decline and make the man leave, but that meant that he had to fend for himself with a broken leg and no med kit.

Leo huffed, carefully placing his throbbing leg back onto the cold floor.

The man hesitantly reached for the limp, pausing to give him a warning look and then began to gently prod at it.

Leo hisses again, this time more out of pain then anything else, and began to chew on his sleeve to muffle the sounds.

He had broken so many bones before! Why was he so weak?!

“This is definitely broken”, the man murmured, giving Leo an apologetic look.

The four turtles watching him closely.

“We need to bandage it probably and you won’t be able to walk for a while…”

Leo made an annoyed clicking sound, nodding.

The man narrowed his eyes.

“You can understand what I’m saying?”, he asked, hesitantly, like he was afraid the answer to be ‘no’.

Leo nodded, rubbing his eyes. They must be pretty red and puffy.

There was a long silence, nobody brave enough to say something. Even the turtles seemed to have quiet down.

The man finally nodded.

“I’ll bring you back to my hideout, is that okay?”

Leo yawned.

Sure, whatever. It’s not like he could run away, at least not in his current state.

The man shuffled a little, while Leo was occupied, fighting off sleep and eventually gathered Leo in his arms; the cloth now moved, so the baby turtles were on his back.

Leo stared at them over the man’s shoulder, they stared back.

The two with the lighter scales had fallen asleep, while the other two seemed to watch over them.

Leo looks at the man. His reddish brown eyes held something wise and knowing, like a real ninja master.

It wasn’t like Big Mama, who’s eyes shined dangerously, ready to twist other’s minds so she could use them as her puppets, manipulating them until they couldn’t decide for themselves anymore, using their pain to her advantage.

This man, though, held kindness and wisdom, but that doesn’t make him any less dangerous.

Leo thinks that he could trust him, at least for now.

“What’s your name, little one?”, the man asked after a while.

His claws clicking and his tail dragging against the floor was almost impossible to hear, but Leo was taught the art of ninjitsu and used to his fathers and brothers quite footsteps and sneaking up on him from behind in hopes of startling him. It never worked.

Leo didn’t answer for a long while, continuing to chew on his sleeve. It made him feel better for some odd reason.

Leo shrugged. He still didn’t feel like talking and something told him not to tell him his name and even if he wouldn’t tell the man his real name, he could just tell him the Subject number those funny talking Kraang gave him, that would be really awkward.

The man hummed.

“My name is Splinter”

Leo stiffened.

Splinter? Like his father? What—?!

“And those four are Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo”, the man - Splinter - continued, not noticing how the child in his arms had tensed.

Those names— But those are his and his brothers’ names—! What-? What was happening?!

How could that be possible?! First funny talking Kraang, now a tall-ass rat-man named Splinter and four baby turtles that had the same names as him and his brothers!

How is that possible?!

“We’re here”, the man— Splinter suddenly spoke up, efficiently pulling Leo’s attention elsewhere.

It was… the Lair?!

Just a mix out of both of them and unfinished. There was no evidence that someone lived here, no personal belongings.

Leo eyes flew from the room to the turtles, all have fallen asleep by now, then Splinter and then back to the Lair.

It seems like Splinter hasn’t been a mutant for very long.

That would make a lot more sense and would explain why the Lair looked so untouched.

Splinter mover over to a few boxes, placing Leo gently on one of them before putting down his backpack (since when was there a backpack? Was he so tired that he even missed such an important detail?) to remove the cloth.

Gently, he laid down the babies in a small wooden box, filled with blankets and pillows to make sure the improvised bed was comfortable.

Finally he pulled out a med kit behind another row of boxes and sat down in front of Leo, to treat his wounds.

“So, you have no name?”, Splinter asked after a while.

Leo winced, letting out a low hiss as a hot wave of pain coursed from his leg through his body.

The young slider nodded, chewing on his sleeve again.

Splinter hummed.

It was silent again and Splinter didn’t say a word until he moved to bandage his head, the blood had stopped flowing for a long while.

“I always like the name Kaito. Kai means Ocean, sea and to means fly, soar. If I would have had a son, then that would be his name”

Leo blinked.

Okay? The name is beautiful. But why is he telling him this?

Splinter gave him a meaningful look.

Oh. Oh. Oh, he wants Leo to have that name!

Leo frowned at him, unsure if he should accept or deny.

It was a beautiful name, but should he really—

Wait.

Did Splinter just say that the name was supposed to be for a son?!

Does that mean that Splinter adopts him?!

Leo sighed, when Splinter finally retreated his hands.

“I-If you want t-to”, he whispered, not at all surprised that he sounded like shit; raspy voice, stuttering and his voice was - of course - higher due to him being in an three? Four?-year-old body.

Splinters ears twitch and unlike Leo, seemed almost flabbergasted.

Leo bit his lip, unsure if it was a bad thing to talk yet.

Splinter nodded quickly, his gaze softened and a small smile tugged at his lips.

“Okay then, Kaito. You should sleep, you have no concussion, luckily, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t rest”

Okay then, it’s official. His name is Kaito now. That’s fine. He’ll just play this game until he finds a way home.

Before Leo— Kaito could protest, Splinter had already picked him up again, carrying him over to a mattress that laid next to the box with the sleeping turtles.

“I’ll get you your own bed tomorrow, okay?”

Leo— Kaito blinked.

That doesn’t mean, what he thinks it does, right?

And it does. Great.

Kaito shifts a little in them man’s arms, trying to get somewhat comfortable without irritating his wounds.

Kaito rubbed his eye, staring at his small backpack that laid next to Splinters.

When had them man taken it off?

Maybe the man was wrong and he did have a concussion and Splinter just simply hasn’t that much medical knowledge.

Kaito nuzzled into the croook of the man’s arm.

If it wasn’t better tomorrow he would check it himself. After all, he was the medic of the family!

***

Kaito watched the turtles and Splinter interact. It’s cute, but Kaito is somewhere else mentally.

A short review of everything that has happened:

Firstly, he was out of the prison dimension, saved by his little brothers unstable portal.

Now that he thinks about it, it could be that he was portal jacked. After all, it was his brothers first portal and that inexperience mixed with panic and exhaustion, would explain why it was so easy to get Portal jacked in the first place.

Which leads him to:

Secondly, he landed in a cell, guarded by funny talking Kraang, stuck in a child’s body.

The Kraang must’ve portal jacked Mikey on either accident or intent, but no matter what it is, Leo landed in their base.

He was sure he saw a few machines that looked like portal generators, when the Kraang got him out of his cell to run a few experiments on him.

And then he escaped. His ninpo was weak and it still is, but it helped immensely regardless.

Thirdly, he managed to slip and fall in the sewers after he got himself some supplies and a rat-man miraculously found him.

And Fourthly, that rat-man’s name is Splinter, who is taking care of four mutant baby turtles, that coincidentally are named after the four renaissance artists just like him and his brothers.

So, yeah. That’s all that has happened till now.

Donnie would probably already have an answer to his many questions and would brag about how he was better than him and that he was just a dum-dum or something.

Leo snorts as Splinter struggles to retrieve a bolt from Michelangelo, while wrestling with Raphael.

Leo remembers when Donnie would ramble on and on about the Multiverse or alternative universes and how fascinating they were and what an scientific breakthrough it would be to create a machine that would let them travel through them.

Leo makes sure to give him double the money they’ve bet on.

It dawned on him that morning:

He was in an alternate universe, the time where Splinter and him and his brothers were just mutated and eventually found a good hideout where his dad thought nobody could find them.

As Donnie had already elaborated, there’s always something different I’m each and every universe, be it just small differences like eye color or something more drastic like hole characters missing or the story was slightly changed.

In this case, it was a lot that has changed.

Firstly, Splinter was huge - maybe not as big as Raph, but you get the point.

Secondly, it seems like Leonardo was the elder brother instead of Raphael, which sent Leo in a bit of a spiral.

Thirdly, instead of two Lairs, this one seemed to be combined by both of his Lairs, former and the one they have now.

Fourthly, the Kraang here were a lot weaker here, which is pretty good, which means he doesn’t have to worry about them so much.

And Fifthly, he seemed to become the eldest of the five turtles, which means, that he’s the one responsible for them now, which means that this Splinter had adopted him. Great.

And last, but not least:

Solving this whole ‘I’m in an alternate universe with younger versions of me and my brothers and father and am stuck in my turtle tot body’-situation is going to be really hard, considering that he has no idea to get home in the first place.

Then there is the problem with mystic powers as well, because… well… there’s simply none.

No Yokai, no mystics, no Hidden City and no Señor Hueso. No nothing that could help him with this situation at all.

Which means there’s probably no Big Mama or Draxum as well, since they’re both Yokai or they have a whole other appearance…

Spirits! This is hurting his head more then it already does!

Leo played mindlessly with the bandages on his head, chewing on his sleeve all the while.

How is he supposed to get home when all of his options are basically none existent?! Great Spirits in the sky—!

A tug on his sleeve ripped him out of his spiral.

Leo blinked, looking down to see Leonardo (this feels really weird to call another person your own name) who has his arm in a weak grip, tugging his hand away from his head.

Oh. He must’ve torn his bandage or something because as soon as he lets go the thing fall directly into his face.

He squeaks, much to his embarrassment, when it blocks his vision.

Immediately he reached up to pull the loose bandages from his head, grumbling.

“Let me help you, my son”, the smooth voice of Splinter called and the man proceeded to change the bandages on his leg and head gently.

Leo didn’t have the heart to tell him off, not when the man was so nice to him.

Leonardo nuzzled into his side, churring happily.

Leo chuffed in amusement, patting the smaller’s head, while Splinter attends to his leg.

Donatello shuffled closer, sitting far enough not to touch but close enough to be comforting.

Splinter chuckled when Michelangelo squishes himself between Donatello and him, while Raphael leaned against Leonardo.

Leo lets out an confused noise, eyeing the sleepy turtles.

Hadn’t they just slept? How are they so sleepy?

“Children sleep a lot while growing up. I’m not sure why, but I assume it’s because they still need to grow and use up a lot of energy all the time”, Splinter explained as if he heard Leo’s thoughts.

Leo nodded.

“How are you feeling, Kaito?”

Oh yeah. His name was Kaito now.

“O-okay. M-my head still hurts a bit”, he mumbled, shifting a little so Michelangelo would not burry his elbow directly into his ribs.

Splinter frowned slightly before letting out a long heavy sigh.

„I can get you some pain killers, but I have to go topside for that“

Splinter looked conflicted. He wanted to get Leo some pain killers but he couldn’t leave them alone here either nor can he bring them to the surface since it was still bright outside and he was human-like enough so the humans wouldn’t suspect there being something wrong with him.

Leo made a quiet click in the back of his throat, gaining the attention of the adult.

“I c-can take c-care of them, don’t w-worry”

Splinter gave him an unconvinced look before letting out a soft groan.

“Fine”, he muttered, giving him a stern stare. “I’ll be quick! Don’t walk or you’ll only worsen your wound, okay?”

Leo nodded. Overprotective…, he thought and but back a smile that tried to creep onto his features.

It didn’t take long for Splinter to scurry off and Leo let himself chuckle.

Maybe he could stay here until he found a way back home.

Leo closed his eyes, a sad smile edged into his expression.

He misses his family…

_____

That’s all…

I have no Idea on how to continue…

Deal with it.

>:D

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt #rottmnt leo #rise leo #2012 tmnt #2012 tmnt x rottmnt crossover #leo tmnt 2012 #raph tmnt 2012 #Mikey tmnt 2012 #donnie tmnt 2012 #splinter tmnt 2012

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Something that frustrates me about a lot of open-source advocacy is that it often refuses to engage with the needs of the real & professional worlds & the fact that not everyone is a computer wizard, and that even the “easy to use” open source softwares like Ubuntu and LibreOffice are often significantly more difficult and confusing to use than their paid alternatives. I’m reminded of when @hylianengineer posted something about wanting to be a Linux person and just not being able to. I appreciate hating Microsoft and their ethics and data theivery and prices, but the reality is that even Ubuntu is massively confusing and difficult to use for a large percentage of people, especially if they’re not computer savvy or are moderately computer savvy, but only inasmuch as they know where the buttons are in windows to do what they want. The space between “only wants to browse the internet” and “person who knows how to code” (two classes of people who can use Linux perfectly for their needs) is huge and unfortunately contains 90% of people. I am an IT technician with half a decade of professional experience and another half decade of personal submergence in computers in general. I am perfectly comfortable in the command line and I understand computers better than people. I find every Linux distro I’ve ever tried to use, even the “use friendly” ones, to be absolutely impenetrable. The simplest of tasks are easy - the internet works great. The most complex of tasks are easy - and sometimes only possible in Linux. I have an Ubuntu VM specifically for mass downloading from the Internet archive. The moderate tasks, like installing software, are often infuriatingly difficult, largely due Linux’s tendency to product the nightmarish Cascading Dependency Error, in which you try to sudo-apt-get something and end up getting an error about a missing dependency, trying to install which gets you another error about a missing dependency, and before you know it you’re 15 minutes deep in a “simple” software install.

This is just not gonna work for most people.

This also ignores the fact that if you use any professional software for your job, like Photoshop, Word, etc, you need it to work, and often “Just use LibreOffice” isn’t the answer. If everyone you work with uses PowerPoint, you can’t necessarily afford to risk that LibreOffice is interpreting and displaying things differently than power point is going to when you send the file to your CoWorkers.

Open source software is great, but it just does not work for a lot of people and in a lot of contexts, and smugly replying “Well you should just use LibreOffice” to posts complaining about the price and problems with the Office suite is just not helpful.

And if you’re going to comment on this post and call me stupid or say all of this is made up, I need you to understand something, and I say this with love: if Linux and its surrounding software is easy for you, it is not because it is actually easy. It is because you are good at computers and have a brain that finds that sort of thing easy to parse. It’s not that it’s easy to use, it’s that you’ve become so accustomed to using it that you have, without realizing, become unable to accurately project yourself into the experience of someone who doesn’t have that skill. Being Good At Computers has a way of very silently and slowly making you literally unable to accurately imagine the perspective of people who aren’t - I know this, because I have this problem.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, beyond just - as a literal computer person, I’m growing tired of the call to “Just Go Open Source” as a solution to problems with first party software. It really only works in specific places, and for specific people, and people who don’t fit into that narrow window have the right to complain about those things because they don’t have a lot of good alternatives

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MAJOR ACE ATTORNEY 5 SPOILERS IN THIS POST JUST FYI

Man I have so many Ace Attorney Dual Destinies thoughts and the game is so muddled to me cause it introduces 3 of my fave ace attorney characters (Athena, Bobby, and Simon) and then absolutely proceeds to dunk on two of them.

I have sooo many thoughts about the phantom and how it was handled, I've seen a lot of really good analyses but there's one angle I don't think I've seen explored too much and I kinda just wanted to ramble about.

I totally understand where people are coming from when they say Bobby shouldn't have been impersonated and just the phantom (even tho I disagree I'm sorry you just cannot introduce a himbo to me and expect me to not like them) but there's another angle that I think could be explored that plays into the games themes that's just comically never even thought about by the game.

Throughout all of the games there's a running theme on how the justice system fails everyone. In DD, it failed Athena for having her mother's murder never properly solved for seven years, It failed Simon by getting him falsely convicted and nearly executed, and in a way I think it failed Bobby too? (hear me out hear me out)

Like, the guy is just treated as so disposable by the narrative. Surprise! The guy has been dead for a year and this clown is impersonating him! Like yeah he was disfigured/mutilated to the point where no one could tell who he was, but oh hey let's check his fingerprints, now seems like a good time :) Are we gonna ask the phantom if he murdered Bobby/was involved in any way? Nah. We got other detectives it's no biggie. Are we not gonna question the system that allowed a guy to impersonate an officer for a year? Nah. Does anyone care that this guy they thought they knew was murdered and heavily implied to be mutilated? Nah. (Also in a more overt way if the phantom was caught seven years ago Bobby would probably still be alive cause of the heavy implications that the phantom was the one who murdered him).

(Also this is more into headcanon territory and a whole other huge can of worms probably needed for another post but the fact that the phantom is literally just some guy™ hired by some organization that is very much still active after AA5 and could have potentially hired more guys™ to do their bidding and potentially kill and impersonate more people out there like?? hello??? I am going to go fucking insane what do you mean we're not gonna acknowledge that the organization is still active and potentially this shit could happen again to other people?)

Anyways even if you don't like Bobby I just think there's an interesting narrative to explore on how the justice system even treats its own workers, like one other example I can think of is how it's treated like a joke that Gumshoe can barely afford instant ramen despite being the reason a lot of the cases were able to be solved in the original trilogy. (Also I just want to clarify I am not a cop apologist irl, I just think you have to suspend some of that when playing the games cause lawyers can be just as scummy)

#ace attorney #ace attorney spoilers #aa5 spoilers #dual destinies spoilers #tdc rambles #might start posting more ace attorney on this blog just fyi I have been fixating on these games for a while

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We can admit that it's crazy to have people that hate the relationship of TZ, particularly when they claim to be a fan of one of them. But we also have to admit that there are some tomdayas that take it too far. Like the bunch of anons that want Z to fire Darnell so that he's no longer her live-in assistant. They just don't understand that most rich people have live-in staff and that has nothing to do with their romantic relationships. They live in huge houses and they can afford to have rooms for their closest staff. Or that get mad if Tom and/or Z are working and they can't be temporarily in the same place. Tom and Z are the ones in the relationship and they are the ones that should decide how to conduct it. They both have very close friends and family that can offer them advice. It's not worth it to get mad about the relationship of someone that doesn't know us

Yea Anon, it's true, even some shippers can take things a bit too far at times, and be a bit much, or think that things should be run a certain way, or feel that they should dictate Tom or Z's life, but that's crossing a line imo.

At the end of the day, someone's decision is their own decision, and we have to respect it. We may not always LIKE it, but we have to at least respect that they have their own autonomy and usually know each other better than any of us do. 🤷🏾‍♀️

Re: Darnell...

I will NEVER understand some fans and their complaints against Darnell working for Z. Shoooot..... LISTENNNN....If Darnell EVER decided to leave working for Zendaya, I would GLADLY take Darnell's spot, you hear me?? 😂😅

Let's see....uhhhh.....

I would get to live in a lovely mansion of a home in gorgeous sunny Southern California without having to pay a fraction of what the rent costs out there (I know Zendaya is NOT charging him the amount of rent that a landlord would charge in LA)

I would have job security (she's ALWAYS going to work and need an assistant)

I'd be able to fly all over the world (sometimes even on a private jet) for Zendaya's work events 😁✈️

I would get to meet, schmooze and hobnob with some of the biggest actresses and hottest actors in town 😌 💅🏽

I'd get to be on movie sets, watch how films are made (my DREAM!! 😁) and meet some really cool and amazing people! 😎

I'd have the finest of everything coz Zendaya has the finest of everything (her accommodations are MY accommodations)

Did I mention that I wouldn't have to worry about a roof over my head?? 😅

I'd get to spend lots of time with Tom lol 😍😍

Oh, and I'd be getting PAID 💰

Don't get me wrong, being an assistant of a Hollywood actor or actress is a LOT of hard work, but you also get many perks, and it's a pretty cool job imo. 😉

Idk why fans knock Darnell's hustle. He makes good money (I'm sure), and he does an honest day's hard work. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Why would you leave your employer if you're already getting so many benefits?

I don't understand why fans want Darnell to leave his good job so bad? 🥴

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Hi Maya! I tried looking in your FAQs but am not able to find this information. The past few years I've only been thrifting as I grow more aware of how the clothing industry is. Fast fashion going in mountains of landfills aside, the treatment of workers is absolutely horrendous 99% of the time. Your Meyoco skirt is my first piece of clothing I didn't get from thrifting the past year, and I'm absolutely in LOVE. I believe it's more than fair to pay $60 for a skirt as long as every designer, worker involved is compensated fairly. I don't believe that someone as empathetic as you would ever partake in a business model that takes advantage of the others, but for the peace of my own mind I just wanted to outright ask and make sure that the skirts are produced in an environment/manufacturer/business where the workers are compensated fairly after you've received your fair share of profit margins. 😅I adore your designs so much, and am already budgeting how to make it a staple of my non-essential purchases, I just would like to know that I'm supporting a business that align certain values that's important to me! Thank you very much for reading!

this is a great question! sorry if i'm kind of scattered answering it, im still dealing with neck pain (just got a cortisone shot which should help in a couple days but for now i'm relying on rest, pain meds and muscle relaxers so i'm a bit out of it)

first off, we've always done our best to search for manus that have good working conditions. we don't have the budget to personally visit factories outside the US, but we get footage from the manufacturers that show the working environment (specifically while making our items) so we can ensure the spaces look up to snuff (good lighting, ventilation, enough space, cleanly kept, etc). we also always look out for any red flags like a PPU (price per unit) being too low to afford fare wages to the workers.

without being able to hire someone to do a full blown investigation it's hard to 100% know what's going on in a factory, and unfortunately we do not have the budget for that, but we do our due diligance.

and i'm really happy to report that our new primary factory, which we found with the help of a supply chain manager, is GOT certified, which is a HUGE leap for us. basically, GOT certification requires a factory to meet certain thresholds for ethical labor and environmental practices. for our factory specifically, this includes a biometric clocking system that makes sure the hours worked are consistent with GOT requirements, as well as regular medical check ins and a dr on site. they also run internal social audits (sedex, ICS, inditex). they provide food and transportation for the workers and have multiple regulated breaks.

GOT certification also covers things like making sure the dyes and materials are ethically sourced. unfortunately because our skirts are synthetic fiber, we cannot brand the skirts specifically as being GOT certified because GOT certification only covers natural fiber, BUT all the other materials and the labor practices surrounding the skirts are certified. they are also certified for their ethical recycling for reuse of scrap material specifically regarding their synthetic fibers.

in addition to this, we do not function the way fast fashion does. fast fashion relies on constantly pushing the trend cycle faster and faster so that garment workers are pushing out new garments in weeks or days rather than the more traditional 3-4 month cycle (which is where we fall). this traditional cycle is why we used to have fashion "seasons," which honestly we don't believe in either. our goal is that when you buy a skirt, it is loved and worn and kept for years and years. we don't follow trends or seasons: we just make things we like.

also, we strive to never order more garments than we think we can sell. traditional fashion/retail typically strives to order 20% more product than will sell so that they can make maximum sales because nothing will ever sell out. that extra 20% is baked into cost/loss and usually is what ends up in places like ross or in landfills. so although we know it's frustrating that we continually sell out of our designs, we do this for a reason: as much as we're able, we want to not contribute excess waste to this world. this is also why we don't include specialty boxes or packaging with our orders, even tho literally every piece of small business advice recommends doing this for improving brand recognition/customer retention. for us, even tho it might generate more sales, it's not worth it to generate more waste. it's a very small thing, but over thousands and thousands of orders over the years it builds up.

#ask #store #faq

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How did you start doing jobs for kingsisle?? I'm trying to break into the industry as an artist, and I have no clue how to approach potential employers, even just for commissions 😭😭

Hey! So I actually work full time with KingsIsle as a character animator- my job year round is to make pets, mounts, mobs, npc's move :D

How I got started here is kind of a wild story. I had been wanting to reach out to KI about possibly interning with them post-graduation- I had a few people I semi knew at the company, and knew I'd have a good portfolio piece to show them from my senior thesis project. However, three days before graduation, a friend from KI msg'ed me that KI was doing summer internships, and asked if I was interested. I spent the next 3 days building my portfolio website/resume & sent it to my friend. A month and two interviews later, they accepted me! Once my internship was drawing to and end, they were able to offer me a full time position.

My #1 piece of advice for folks trying to break into the industry: MAKE CONNECTIONS. NETWORK. Obviously having dedication and building your artistic skills (whether that's character design, animation, story boarding, etc) is a huge part of it- like you can make as many connections as you want, but if you don't have a decent set of skills/a portfolio to back you up, then you might be out of luck there. But I cannot understate the importance of networking.

So, how do you make connections/network? My advice:

-I know everyone can't afford it, but going to an art school/college is a decent way to make connections- not just with teacher's who have worked in the industry themselves, but also with your future artists. Heck, I've been seeing younger artists like myself start their own studios. You can defo still make connections w/o college, but I just wanted to note that.

-Interact with artists/folks in the industry online. comment on their posts, ask them genuine questions. Most folks are happy to answer questions or give portfolio advice.

-Mentorships are a great thing- also something i see offered on twitter a lot. Some studio's like dreamworks have "internship" like programs where people who have recently graduation or are looking for a career change can apply to and learn from. I'd follow companies you're interested in via linkedin, or visit their websites to see if they offer things like this

-Also!! Participate in anijams, gamejams, art swaps, zines- these are all great ways to connect with fellow artists online. My college has an animation club that does anijams twice a year- which is a GREAT thing to put on your resume- it shows collaboration, dedication- things you need to be open to when working in the industry.

-I'd also say that trying to narrow down what you're really passionate about doing (for me, 3d animation just fit my heart the best) and learn more about it. Watch youtube videos, follow tutorials. Practice your anatomy, do gesture drawings from life, draw as many hands and feet as you can, lol. All things to help strengthen your skills! Consistency is key!!

I know that's a lot of info, so I just want to reiterate something: I've been at KI for about a year and a half now, and I am still just as passionate about this game as I was beforehand. That passion is one of my greatest assets. WANTING to do what I do for work makes working a lot easier, and produces a better product. If you have a passion, a drive to do something, you can do the damn thing. Making connections/being consistent as an artists can feel wildly overwhelming. But it doesn't have to be. You're worthy of sharing your art and ideas with the world, and people want to hear them. Baby steps! Start small. Heck talking to me already gets your started with networking :D

Hope that wasn't too rambly/answered some of your questions anon. Feel free to inbox or dm me if you wanna chat more- goes for anyone reading this :)

#oki answers a thing #anon

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Hey, could I get some advice/opinions?

So, everyone has seen the donation posts I've had to make over this past month with the BS I've been dealing with. I'm financially struggling. But there's a purchase I've been planning out for a while, and it's technically not a necessity.... but at this point I kinda feel like it is – just not for me.

I've mentioned it before. I want to buy a printer so that I can print out the pictures & articles I've archived and put up flyers & posters around town to spread political awareness. I also have some neighbors who desperately need information because they're literally just not educated on it. And I want to put up flyers that have QR codes to directly donate to Palestinians.

A printer is expensive. And I can't fucking afford to feed myself right now.

But how long can I put this off? Even if my spreading awareness only saved one extra person... how long of a window do I have before it's too late for them?

Is it really irresponsible to make a huge purchase like that, when you only make $784 a month and have been begging people for money, if it saves more lives in the process?

Will people be upset with me if I make this large purchase and then go back to saying I need money to feed myself?

Does that even matter if it helps more people?

I just really worry that I'm gonna be seen as "not really needing the help" if I make a large purchase like that while being in a rough spot. I DO really need help rn. But not as much as people experiencing genocide. I know what it's like to be without a home but I don't know what it's like for it to be destroyed along with my family.

I wasn't going to be able to afford it at all, but thankfully, with the help I got this month to take care of my car and phone bill, I can purchase one BUT it will leave me at $0 for the month, leading to more donation posts, which ultimately makes me feel like I'm spending *other* people's money on this.

Would I be able to get some insight? I feel like a piece of shit either way ngl

#honestly it's kinda me asking permission from people who've given me money if it's okay to spend it on that #like personally whenever i donate money to people my mindset is ''it's their money now they can spend it how they want''#i'm not bothered if they don't spend it on necessities bc sometimes you just need something to make your day better #but at the same time i totally understand why people get upset over people asking for money for something and spending it on something else #i just wanna be completely transparent so people know for sure where their money is going #i totally get if people didn't wanna donate to me after making this purchase but i do REALLY feel like it's necessary...#.bdo

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Poltergeist Chapter 9

Madara: Wanting to be seen as a Mama is just a personal wish of mine, but ‘MaM’ has always been all about livening up the festivals for everyone. However— Everything about that—every single aspect of MaM’s past track record of activities—feels like it’s been completely ignored.

Scenario Writer: Akira Season: Winter Characters: Mikejima Madara, Narukami Arashi, Sakasaki Natsume, Aoba Tsumugi

Tsumugi: You've worked really hard today, everyone~ ♪

So, how did it go? Does anyone have any feedback to give after our first day?

Madara: Errr… Even if you ask how it went, I can only say that it’s been reeeally challenging!

Natsume: I’ll be ordering some food and drinks for everyone to shaRE, alrigHT?

… … By the wAY, the cameras have only been set up at Dancing Cranes Home and nowhere elSE, so feel free to speak your mind here without restraiNT.

Fufu. Let’s enjoy some delicious food as we engage in open conversatiON. Any complaints you may have will be gladly entertainED, tOO.

Madara: That’s a huge relief. It would've been impossible for us to relax if we were constantly monitored 24/7!

Tsumugi: Fufu. We idols often face situations like that in our line of work, don’t we?

During events which last the entire day, like StarFes for example, we could never afford to let our guard down for even a moment!

Madara: We could still grab short breaks in the dressing room during those events, though!

In this job however, we were constantly interacting with those kids throughout their waking hours—

*Sigh* Hours which they spent causing aaall sorts of outrageous trouble, one after the other. As that old saying goes, being a parent is tough!

Natsume: FufufU. It's unexpectedly tough being a "Mama", isn’t iT?

Madara: Good grief. If I had known things would end up like this, I would never have wished for a MaM-like job. And it’s way too late to say this now, but it reeeally feels like an unexpected curveball's been thrown at me.

Wanting to be seen as a Mama is a personal wish of mine, but ‘MaM’ has always been all about livening up the festivals for everyone. However—

Everything about that—every aspect of MaM’s past track record of activities—feels like it’s been completely ignored.

Tsumugi: Ah, not quite. I believe we’ll have an opportunity to showcase that aspect of MaM soon. I’ve heard from a staff member that there's a small festival taking place in the coming days.

Madara: Huh? What festival is that? It’s the off-season for temple festivals now, isn't it?

Tsumugi: Fufu! If you’re expecting something as grand as a Summer Festival, you're going to be severely let down.

This is a small event held privately in Dancing Cranes Home; a small ceremony, in other words.

The event is set to take place about a week from now, which happens to coincide with our last day of filming there.

Madara: Hmm, I see. That might serve as a suitable climax and conclusion of our programme. If we play it right, we should be able to capture some excellent scenes.

However, is it really alright for us to record such a private ceremony and make it public, though?

Tsumugi: Oh, it doesn’t seem to be such a grand event as that. It's not a tradition and there's no special meaning to it. In fact, this would only be the third time they’re holding it, so it’s a festival with a very short history.

The specifics of the event are still undecided, and the staff have left the planning and execution of the event to us, saying that they'd like us to come up with the ideas.

This is your area of expertise, isn’t it, Mikejima-kun? You’re the main character of this programme, so it would make sense that you be the one to come up with the festival content, right?

Madara: Hoho~! You’re just unloading the entire responsibility given to you onto me, huh? You've reeeally got some nerve.

Tsumugi: Yes, people often say that to me~ ♪

Natsume: FufU. Here are the drinKS. Let’s pass them arouND, shall we?

… … By the wAY, there’s someone who has been completely silent and listless since we arrived heRE. Is everything alrigHT?

Arashi: *Sigh* Oh~h. Are you referring to me?

Tsumugi: Oh my. What’s the matter, Narukami-kun? You do seem unusually down.

Did anything unpleasant happen?

Arashi: It's nothing like that~, I’m just tired, that’s all. It's embarrassing to admit it, but I’m just not accustomed to spending the whole day in a typical family gathering setting at all.

Interacting with the children all day has got me feeling like I’ve overworked muscles I never even knew I had, and now, I'm totally exhausted

I don't think I’ll ever get used to it, at this rate.

Madara: Hahaha. Arashi-san grew up in a pretty loveless family after aaall.

Tsumugi: Is that so? You poor thing… …

Arashi: I don’t even have the energy to retort… … But, I really can’t keep moping around like this, can I?

I didn’t encounter anything unpleasant, just so you know. In fact, it was a pretty delightful day, all things considered.

At first, I had my guard up around the children because of their attack on us at the beginning, but as I interacted with them, to my surprise, I realised they were just ordinary children.

Tsumugi: Yes, that’s my observation too. Only a small handful of them are really challenging, but the majority of them—the younger ones especially—are actually pretty normal.

They’re just ordinary children, still innocent about the ways of the world.

Arashi: Indeed so. And with that natural innocent curiosity that children have, they asked me questions which I wasn’t keen on answering at all, and in doing so, really got on my nerves—

—Like, “You are a boy, O-niichan, so why do you talk like you’re a girl?”

Tsumugi: Oh! That’s a question I’ve been wanting to ask too. That character trait doesn’t really go with the image of Knights and their activities, does it?

Arashi: Look here! I can still tolerate those sort of questions from children, but when it's an older person asking the same so bluntly, it’s extremely upsetting, you know~?

Tsumugi: Oh, apologies. I really don’t get things like that at all.

Natsume: A person's behaviour is shaped by the relationships formed in their childhoOD—

—And it is during those interactions with othERS, that one learns manners and common senSE.

Frankly speakiNG, it looks like Senpai is a blank slate in that regaRD.

Tsumugi: I'm ashamed.

Arashi: Ahaha. When you put it that way, it means Aoba-senpai’s the closest to the children living in Dancing Cranes Home, doesn’t it?

Natsume: Why don’t you make use of this opportunity to learn about how to be human with the children heRE, Senpai?

Tsumugi: Well, you know, one can get by without knowing how to be a human in modern society nowadays. In fact, it may even be a hindrance, sometimes!

Arashi: Sigh. That's not the kind of reality I wish to know about at all.

—————-To be continued——————-

Chapter 8 / Chapter 10

Translator’s Notes:

#ensemble stars #enstars tl #mikejima madara #sakasaki natsume #aoba tsumugi #narukami arashi #mam #new color #poltergeist

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albatmobile · 1 year

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The Art of Rehabilitating Snowbirds Chapter 17

𓅪 After not hearing from Roy or Jason for five years, you suddenly find yourself taking in extra income as a babysitter for their child.

𓅪 Rated: M | 2.8k includes: making up with damian or what I like to call ‘Brian and stewie locked in a vault episode’

fem!Reader x Jason Todd x Roy Harper [masterlist]

Chapter 17: Special Enough | ao3 - wattpad

“So, now you know.” You nod, not sure what he's feeling. It's almost like he's completely shut off from you.

“What exactly do you know?”

“Uh,” You scratch your head. “Everything?”

He squints at you, hands still poised behind his back as he assesses you. You shiver under his intense gaze but wish you hadn’t. His eyes flash with something you easily recognize as lust in response.

“What do you want from me?”

This is Damian being vulnerable, you realize and you want to be open with him too.

“I want to end this.” You now know what you want now and you weren’t going to continue to string him along the way you had been.

“Then end it,” He looks at you expectantly and you wonder if his hands are twiddling behind his back.

After all these years of unknowingly leading him along, missing all the signals, breaking his heart…

It’s now or never.

“I’m sorry,” You start only to trail off as you collect your bearings.

This is your best friend and it’s a really difficult situation. You know that what you say needs to be clear, honest and well thought-out. You can’t afford to botch the apology when there’s so much riding on it.

You can practically see the emotion already rising to his usually blank face and realize any misstep, anything misspoken, could send the one constant in your life crumbling to ruins right before your very eyes. You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if so.

“What do you have to be sorry for?” You hear the guardedness in his voice.

“I did like you and, obviously, you’re attractive as hell.” You blush at the memories of the handful of nights spent together getting each other off, then never mentioning it again. Always in the dark and never daring to expose yourselves fully. “You just have a lot going on and so do I. There’s so much past between them and us,” His eye twitches lightly without even having to mention their names. That signature spark of jealousy you're so used to seeing from him makes you shift uncomfortably, “I want to start clean with them and I think this is the first step.”

“I see.”

Without realizing it, you subconsciously tried to change the subject, “Did you ask Jon out?” The question pops out before you can stop it.

Damian’s obviously taken aback by the random shift in conversation after such a raw admittance.

“Why do you care?” He sits down finally, but on the opposite end of his huge leather sectional.

You get up and close the distance but leave enough space so that he doesn't feel smothered. He just looks away, seemingly more amused with the side table next to him than with you a cushion away.

“I feel like you can already read me, maybe even better than I can read myself even,” You shrug. “So, I guess what I’m saying is, you already know why I care?” It comes out more like a question than anything.

He sighs in annoyance, “I can’t just read people.”

“If you’re the Robin I suspect you are,” You’re the one squinting now. “You’re not just any Robin, you’re a trained assassin from the League.”

He doesn’t look surprised, though he does seem a bit caught off guard by your quick-witted deduction. “So you do know then,” You nod. “Took you long enough, I suppose.”

He still refuses to look at you, so you repeat your earlier question.

He eyes you up and down before responding simply, “No.”

“Why?”

He turns slowly to you now as if he’s letting you in on a secret. “I’m not sure why, but you appear to be stopping me.”

“Am not!” You protest with exasperation. “This is why I’m here, Damian- to end this.” It’s quiet as you take each other in as if you’re finally seeing the real person underneath after all this time.

Much like your random shift earlier, Damian swiftly changes the subject.

“You’d think finding out your childhood boyfriend was Robin would have you freaking out a bit more.”

If only he’d been there to see you figure everything out.

“Oh, it did,” You laugh quietly, only to abruptly stop. “Wait- boyfriend?”

“We were dating, weren’t we?” He quirks a brow at you as if he’s shocked he even has to ask.

“See! This is what I’m talking about.” You can’t believe you couldn’t see it until tonight. “We had no communication and, in the end, we both just ended up getting hurt!”

“I hurt you?”

“Yes!” You admit, “I was so confused and I didn’t want to hurt you, but it seemed like everything I did just ended up doing so anyway. I love you, Damian. I always have,” You almost miss his light gasp as you gather his coarse hands into your own. “It may have changed meaning over time, but it still remains true. You’re my best friend at the heart of it and I will always love you.”

“But you’re not in love with me.”

That’s the question you’d been asking yourself all these years.

“I think you’re very important to me, but I-” You pause, thinking back to how you’d technically never been asked out by him. Regardless, you’d done so much together… “No. I think it’s changed.”

It was always so blurred. You were always so... unsure.

Now you know you're sure.

“Perhaps,” He says.

“And what about you? What do you think about all of this?” It's only been you divulging information, but you're dying to know what he's thinking.

“I think I missed my chance.”

“Maybe,” It escapes your lips before you can prevent it.

You suck in a shocked breath when Damian moves closer in an instant, invading your personal space with a familiar ease.

“Maybe?”

You let him.

Maybe you- he… Maybe he needed this, one last kiss, to finally end things.

His hand comes from behind his back to trickle along your jawline, flicking it upward to look at him. His intense honied eyes meet your own, silently asking for permission.

No.

No, you can’t.

It's a selfish slip-up. It leaves you wondering what the fuck you're doing giving into the same fucking cycle like this.

No. You won’t allow yourself to hurt anyone anymore. Especially not the people who had been there for you when no one else had.

“I can’t do this,” His name is barely a whisper.

It’d be wrong.

No, it wouldn’t just be wrong. It’d be a total betrayal not just of your friendship but of your ever-present feelings for Jason and Roy as well.

You shake your head as you shift backward to regain the space between you. He pursues forward anyway.

His hands find your face and your hands cover over top of his without thinking. “Why?” His voice cracks painfully. Your heart absolutely shatters. “Why am I not enough for you?”

“Damian,” You cut him off. “Please don’t make it like this. You have Jon!”

If anything, you’d been nothing but supportive of him being with someone else- especially someone like Jon. It’s obvious Jon’s calm demeanor does wonders for Damian’s sometimes sporadic temperament. Though Damian isn’t necessarily an angry person, he doesn’t always know how to keep a level head. Jon, on the other hand, always seems to be the determining factor that evens out Damian’s tempestuous scales. It’s no secret that your relationship dynamic with him had been, well...

Turbulent.

Though you’d never really dated him, your relationship never had communication, which had ultimately led to jealousy and grudges.

Your relationship with Jason and Roy had always been taboo, not to mention unconventional and, yeah, turbulent too. But with the flood walls collapsing around their secret identities, it all finally seems to be going in the direction you’d always hoped for.

After all these years and seeing them in this new light, Jason and Roy seem to have matured and figured out all the things that had made you so hesitant to be with them in the first place. They're no longer dancing around their sexuality, your ages aligned more appropriately, they’ve settled down and they finally, realistically, seem within reach.

They have what they want in life and you want to be a part of it. You’ve made your decision and you’re sticking with it.

Speaking of want…

“I want you,” He hisses, “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” Your stomach churns painfully, thinking back to what Stephanie said. “Why? Why can’t you just give in?” His lip quivers, “Why can’t you give in for me? What do they have that I don’t? I’ve never strung you along. I’ve always been there for you.”

“Dami,”

“Don’t,” He cuts you off venomously, “You don’t get to call me that right now.”

“I’m sorry.”

You mean it.

“You know, I actually believe you for once,” He laughs humorlessly. “So, you’re really done with me, then?”

“I’m not going to hurt you anymore. I’m here to end this,” You restate your intent. For yourself or Damian’s sake, you don’t know. You shake your head, allowing your hands to drop from his. “I’m sorry to have even caused any pain in the first place. I really didn’t mean to. Like, ever,” You hold up your pinkie, which he looks at distastefully until you finally lower it shamefully. “We were young and we still are, but I think we can get past, well, the past and still be friends. Damian, you mean so much to me and you really have something good going on with Jon. Don’t ruin that because of some lingering unknowns with me.”

“Understood,” He nods, though his hands continue to linger on you for seconds more before giving you a little more space. At least you're talking again. At least you’ve made it all somewhat right. “Then why try to kiss me, then,” He glares at you. “Even now?”

You don’t mention that he was the one who made a move because you had nearly let him. You already feel bad enough about letting him get so close, but hearing how it'd obviously affected him stings at your heart.

You’re supposed to be ending it, not leading him on more.

You blush, “I wish I had something that told me when I was making the right decision, but I don’t. I’m young and indecisive, but when I feel like…” You trail off, thinking of the unorthodox home you've managed to squeeze yourself into. “When I feel like I have something I need to keep, I know I need to do right by it wholeheartedly. At least this time around.”

You know he’s heard you, but he just takes in the moment pensively, running his index finger along his jawline.

“Are you sure? There’s no coming back from this,” Damian whispers your name.

You nod, “I know.”

You do know. This all has to end before anything else can begin.

“And you’d truly do anything to do right by them?” His honied eyes flicker with one last ember of hope amongst the smoky rage.

“Everything in my power,” You remain firm.

“Very well,” Damian looks at you finally with a friendliness you’d come to miss ever since your spat. “Back to business, then. I’m sure you’re curious about the coin.”

“What coin?” Your head tilts questioningly.

You see the beginnings of a smirk form on his tanned skin. He rifles around in a locked drawer in the kitchen before producing a thick, scratched-up coin. “They didn’t tell you about the lead?”

Everything in my power.

You've laid it all on the line and they're still hiding and omitting shit from you? Have you made a mistake putting all your eggs in Jason and Roy’s basket?

“No.” Your one word speaks volumes. He motions you over and you easily sidle up beside him to get a closer look. “Two Face,” You supply easily.

"Yes," He nods at your deduction. "I found it in your apartment right before the bomb went off."

Damn.

If Damian isn't keeping shit from you, who are you to keep anything from him?

“I’ve been doing some research of my own. I can’t help but think that it’s connected to the mugging and robbery that happened a month or so ago.”

“This goes deeper than a couple of lackey’s bruised pride,” He chides your naivety. “No, this is something more maniacal.”

•••

When you get back to the apartment, Stephanie’s gone. However, Jason and Roy are on the couch with crossed arms and... Jason wears reading glasses?!

They eye you up like disappointed parents waiting for you to get home past curfew. Well, from what you’ve seen in the shows, at least.

All you can focus on is checking them over to make sure they're okay. Your brief inspection proves that they're largely unharmed aside from a little cut on Roy’s stubble-covered chin.

You hadn’t forgotten that Damian had been the one to keep you in the loop even though they’d preached openness. Hell, you know Jason's still hiding something from you.

You sigh as you drop your bag to the floor by the entrance, rolling your eyes at Jason’s displeased grunt. You’d pick the dumb thing up in the morning. Right now, you have other pressing matters to attend to.

You make your way over to them with your hands held up in surrender, “Am I in trouble or something? You guys are in serious dad-mode right now.” They just look at you in the dim light from the one lamp in the room. Jason has the audacity to shift his glasses up the bridge of his nose as you approach Roy to inspect his cut from close up. “Why’s it always only you getting hurt?”

“You calling me a shitty fighter, princess?”

“Just making an observation,” You lean down and kiss the cut. It's not meant to be as close to his mouth as you'd got, but, to be fair, the cut does come up right under his bottom lip. It really can't be helped. “This one will definitely heal a lot faster than the other one, though, that’s for sure.”

Roy still just seems stunned you've just kissed him so close to his mouth.

“Soo,” He drawls out, finally collecting himself. “You get any?”

You wish your glare would cut straight through his dumb fucking head. How can they remain so oblivious to your obvious affection and unrelenting devotion?

“No, actually, I didn't.” You plop down onto his lap as if to prove your point. “Still just as sexually frustrated as I was when I left.”

You watch Roy bite his lip, undoubtedly biting back the urge to say some dumb sexual shit you know you’d eat up.

“Missed out on getting laid by thee Boy Wonder?” He laughs, but it falls flat. “Color me surprised.”

“Try not to sound so jealous about me seeing my friend, Roy. You’d think the two of us were dating or something.” It’s your turn to roll your eyes, “Besides, sure seems like I’m a lot closer to your dick right now than his, anyway, right?”

He gulps under your slitted gaze.

It feels good to be the one leading the teasing rather than being on the receiving end of it. Example being: earlier this morning with Roy’s dumb housewife comment. You were still recovering from the embarrassment…

“Yeah,” He eventually manages and shifts under your weight before lifting you up like you weigh nothing.

He plops you down next to him before swiftly replacing the empty spot in his lap with the pillow next to him, holding onto it in place like a lifeline. That is, until Jason practically skipped over to snatch it from his grasp.

“Hey! Fuck you, bro. Put that back!”

“Don’t call me ‘bro,’ bro.”

When Jason lets go, Roy yanks back at the same time. Roy grunts as he falls backward into your lap.

You look down at his worried face, then to the tent in his boxers.

“Oh,” You’re rendered speechless.

Maybe causing embarrassment isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.

It's your turn to bite your lip as you imagine his aching cock that strained just below the thin fabric. Roy doesn't miss this as he sits up and draws you languidly to his lap again, though this time, just out of reach of his current predicament.

“What you said earlier about it being connected,” Jason's coarse voice draws your attention away from his boyfriend. “We think it’s an organization of multiple big hitters possibly.”

“Remember when Jason said you were right and you said you knew?”

“Yeah,” How could you forget when you’d almost shot Jason (as Red Hood) in the back?

“Well, we need your help.”

“With what?” You shift on Roy’s lap to better look at him, but Jason’s voice is the one that stirs again.

“What do you mean?” He looks at you somewhat incredulously. “You said you knew.”

“Yeah,” You state like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “I just like people telling me I’m right.”

Roy laughs, jostling you as he smacks the side of your thigh, “Well, we need your help hacking into to shit. You’ve got the biggest brain around here, so you’d really be helping us out.” He phrases it like they assume you’ll automatically say no, but you don’t really have any reservations. You want to get to the bottom of this just as much as they do.

“Oh,” You look between the two of them, half wondering if it's a joke, half wondering if it's a dream. You're going to be the guy in the chair for these two badass vigilantes?

Oh, hell yeah.

“You don’t have to,” They start to offer you an out, but you wave off their concerns with ease.

You see the reassurance in their eyes and know your answer.

“Let’s do this.”

A/N: poor dami, also jason and roy are so jealous... i love it...

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Hi! I just wanted to tell you that I think you're amazing at writing and I have loved your stories so much!

I was going through your writing asks, (because I consider you a huge inspiration), and wanted to ask how you manage your descriptions with your story's flow? I'm pretty descriptive when I write, overly descriptive really, and I can never seem to keep the story moving how I'd like it to. Your works just seem so effortless in keeping the pace and relevancy of the details. It feels like a moving story. Mine are just too choppy and it leaves me rewriting my sentences over and over again, never being able to move on and only making it to around 100 words a day. Just super blocked up with my own perfectionism.

Thanks for your time and sorry for the long rambling. And don't feel pressured at all to answer this! If you are to take anything from this long and drawn out enquiry, I just sincerely want you to know that I admire you very much and consider you one of the better if not the best writer I follow. I will always be excited to read what you put out there!

Hello anon! I'm sorry it took me so long to reply. You are very kind and if you ever want to come chat about writing please do! I don't think your words are a long rambling, they made me think consciously of something I usually do intuitively so i am very grateful.

Since you are, dear anon, anonymous, I could not say whether you writing is choppy but I doubt it. I really doubt it! I know a lot of people throw digs at descriptive writing but I like how the style and detail of a writer's descriptions give you a glimpse of how they look at the world. The way I use description, for example, is based on what I notice when I walk into a room depending on what I am feeling at one particular moment or another. I'll write a few examples from my perspective, which your question made me think about, and I hope it might help break down some of my process for you.

Anger blurs a space and calls to recklessness. Grief-shock also blurs a space the effect it has on the body and the way it focuses your attention is different. When writing a scene, the first thing I do is think about what is at the core of a character's focus. I think that Sean (Ire) is someone who judges character and intention by reading cues other might overlook: the cuff's of a person's shirt or coat, the tilt of their speech patterns, their body language. I also don't think he does this as a step-by-step process, he's a character that reads intentions and backgrounds intuitively. This all leads to the following (this is a bit of a spoiler for a chapter of one of my wips but bear with me):

In and the love that i hold for him , Sean is the first person Arthur calls when his husband is in hospital, and the first to arrive. He is laden with some guilt about leaving Arthur without much support when they were younger, feels out of place coming back into his life, but is also a doctor in this AU and a good one at that. He's coming into the scene as an estranged brother as much as he is a professional, so when he meets Arthur in the hospital, what does he notice first? The state of him; the wear of age and stress on his face, the torn edges of his nails where he has been picking at them (a habit from their shared youth). He notices Arthur hasn't changed his clothes and they look lived in and worn, but he is also aware that he's walking into a private hospital. Despite the tension in the scene, Sean inevitably will wonder how Arthur or his husband are able to afford this, whether they have a private medical insurance, if the reason they invested in it is because Arthur's husband is older, with a medical history that reflects the life he led before he married Arthur. Who is this man, really, that he is here to see? Who is Arthur now after all of these years?

The conversation they have in this scene does not allude to any of these questions. Sean immediately jumps into asking Arthur about the situation, not his life. And Arthur is just as awkward, if tinged with desperation. Sean's curiosity latches onto the seemingly minor details Arthur shares about his husband's accident, his health circumstances, and quickly starts drawing conclusions. That makes for a very busy scene, in terms of exposition (Sean's introduction, his perception of Arthur, his feelings about the situation they're in) so I break up the paragraphs on thoughts and the dialogue with action prompts. If I feel like the reader might need a break, i slow down the exposition and focus on their body language, bringing the scene to a pause. And when I introduce these pauses I add in covert exposition-- I'll write about the ring on Arthur's finger and the way he plays with it. I write about the way Sean puts his hands in his pockets. By this point, I don't feel like i need to explain to the reader that Arthur is already coming to realise that he is about to lose his husband, or that playing with his wedding band is something that comforts him. I don't need to tell the reader that Sean ten years ago would have grasped Arthur's shoulder, and that he feels out of place the moment they stop talking about medical charts and expectations. The actions are doing that for me, and he small details about their body language give the scene an emotional texture different than what I could accomplish if I spelled out their thoughts. These are two men with a complicated past, who have never been emotionally close. In this scene, Arthur made a stilted call and Sean rearranged his life and schedule to be there. They both know this, and the scene which starts sharply, almost anxiously, uses different kinds of descriptive language and tools to wind it down into this final, awkward scene. What's helping me structure it from beginning to end is the way Sean interacts with the world and what his priorities and focus is.

I don't know if this makes sense! I wish i could take a published scene and use coloured markings to break it down. i think that would be a more effective way of explaining what i mean. But if this is of any use at all please let me know and come talk about writing any time! I love it.

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