#hes gonna put it on pandas head!! watch out buddy

[awkwardbeartrio]

I loved your imagine! It’s so cute. I love your writing style and the detail you put in. I was wondering if you could write something for the episode “I am Ice Bear.” Like how his S/O would react his drastic personality change, and how he’d react to them. I just thought it’d be a fun concept, but no one else has written it yet. It’s totally okay to ignore this if you’re not interested. 💕

Oh man! I loved this episode. It was such a cool thing to see. I haven't seen anyone else write this particular request either so I am happy to do this! Thank you very much for your patience, hope you enjoy! <3

I AM ICE BEAR SCENARIO.

It was as if suddenly the whole world had come to a complete halt.

"Oh no! Little bro!'' Grizz exclaims as the hard wooden mallet slams to Ice Bear's head. You're quick and exceptionally fast when you squeeze yourself between the worrisome brothers. Your heart thuds in your chest as you try and shake your dearest awake.

"Ice Bear?! Ice Bear please be okay...'' You beg and frown deeply at the sight before you.

A low groan emits from Ice Bear and suddenly, his eyes open.

"Little buddy, hey! Are you okay?'' Grizz slowly asks and Panda bites his lip anxiously.

"Oh gosh, that bump on his head...'' Panda says and your brows furrow trying to make out what Ice Bear was saying as he gained consciousness.

"Oh man! Oh man! That was a big fall, huh? I mean, talk about a total knockout!''

You along with Grizz and Panda stood absolutely slack jawed at the realization that . . . Ice Bear just talked normally. The bear hops up to his feet, a grin plastered on his face.

That was only the beginning.

Ice Bear had completely lost himself within the confines of jerk popularity. The more and more you had tried to do some of the things you used to do, he'd shrug you off and dismiss you.

"Sorry, Y/n. Well, not really. You see, that uhh, whole cooking show business is not my style, yeah? I got too many people digging my vibe and I'm not gonna dull it down.'' He says as pulls out his phone from his pocket.

You scowl at Ice Bear who only raises a brow at you questioningly. Your heart absolutely aches at the outcome of this accident. Tears glazed your eyes.

"So you're telling me that I...dull you down? Is that it?'' You prod slowly and Ice Bear can only chuckle and shrug. His claws click against the screen, making another ridiculous post on his ever growing social media page.

"No. Actually, yeah. Yeah you do. Not gonna say I'm gonna ditch you for cooler babes but. . .that's what exactly I'm gonna do. But hey, if you ever want to hang with the cool peeps and ditch the Food Network channel, you know where to find me.'' Ice Bear turns on his heel to walk away from you.

And your heart sinks and shatters.

You stand there in disbelief and teary eyed when Panda and Grizz come to your aide.

"Don't worry, Y/n. We'll figure out how to get him back.'' Grizz says, determined as he watches Ice Bear ditch all three of you for some pretentious posse.

"Yeah,'' Panda chimes in, "We'll get him back and...and everything will go back to normal. I hope. . . "

Your lip quivers and you can't bring yourself to watch Ice Bear wrap his arm around another girl. It hurts too much and by the time you start to cry, you're far away from where anyone could find you.

It stayed that way until deep within the night.

You hid away within your hurt of missing your beloved Ice Bear. You understood that it was the amnesia that caused such a drastic change but within that change, you lost such a giant piece of yourself. You couldn't even imagine the confusion and loss Ice Bear was going through himself but his words struck you down hard.

You felt like you lost him forever.

Knock Knock Knock!

Your head lifts to the thuds that emit from your front door. You drag yourself off your bed and to the entryway and pull the door open. There stood Ice Bear, almost expressionless with countless gifts stacked behind him. There was no gold chain, no necklace, black shirt or man bun.

Just regular Ice Bear.

"Ice Bear is sorry for causing you heartbreak.''

His monotone voice makes you feel utterly joyous and yet you're still cautious. His brothers stand a bit behind him for moral support and they signal that he's back to normal. Presumably, his hair got cut short again before the arrival. Just how Ice Bear always tends to his haircut.

"Ice Bear you. . . you're okay?'' You sniffle and you're immediately taken aback when his arms wrap around you in a meaningful but gentle hug. Your body is taken over the threshold of the doorway and he holds you close, lifting your feet off the ground.

"Ice Bear loves you and always wants to watch Food Network. Ice Bear thinks you are cool. . . and the only girl for Ice Bear.''

Without hesitation, you envelop Ice Bear in a big hug. A few tears slip down your flushed cheeks.

"I love you too. I'm so glad you're okay.'' You sniffle and when you pull back, he rests his forehead against yours. He hums in thought and then promptly sets you down to showcase all the gifts he had made and or bought to show his apology.

"Ice Bear remembered everything you like.'' He says softly, handing you a basket filled with self care things like lotions, soaps, flowers, chocolates...

"Ice Bear will always remember.''

Your gaze lifts from the basket and then it trails over to the copious gift pile that his brothers had began to haul inside. You kiss his forehead sweetly and hug him once more.

"I know, Icey. I forgive you. Now lets head in and have a sleepover. There's a new episode on the Food Network. It's a brand new casserole recipe.'' You smile and Ice Bear briefly smiles back with a little nod.

"Ice bear would like that very much.''

END

#we bare bears scenarios #we bare bears #we bare bears x reader #we bare bears ice bear #wbb ice bear #wbb x reader #ice bear x reader #ice bear scenario #wbb scenario

[spirirsstuff]

im gonna post the first part of afterdeath thing

im working on the second part now so yeah enjoy

if there’s any grammar/spelling issues blame it on my phone for not catching those since i was tired when i wrote a lot of it

@skelle404 i know you enjoy afterdeath

“Mmmng,” Geno grumbled, looking down at his poem, “what the hell is next?”

He put his pen down, pushing his chair back and spun it around a couple times. Takeout sounded kind of good, and he didn’t feel like making food.

Getting up, Geno went outside, locked the door, and started walking to the Chinese restaurant. It was a good walk away, but he didn’t mind, he needed it after spending all day on that stupid poem.

After about 20 minutes, Geno reached the restaurant. He walked in, admiring the art painted onto the walls. The delicate leaves on the cherry blossom tree. The individual brush strokes to make texture on the panda. Nothing he could ever do himself.

Walking to the counter, Geno already knew what he was going to say after the person at the register asked what he wanted.

“I want a sweet and sour chicken with some fried dumplings for takeout. And can I get an extra box, please?” Geno usually got an extra box, finding them useful for storing pens and notepads and other small things he used on a daily basis.

The cashier rung him up and he waited a few minutes before receiving his food. He walked out with the bag and back to his house.

About halfway to his house, Geno heard a loud thump from behind him. When he turned around, he saw a black spot in the grass about 10 feet back, and decided to go back and investigate it.

As he approached, he noticed that it was a bird lying in the grass, it’s wing bent oddly beside it. It seemed to be unconscious. Geno suspected it could have been the noise he heard, but dismissed that because of the bird’s size. It was larger than your average pigeon or crow, and he concluded that it was a raven with a few Google searches.

Geno got the empty box out of his bag and gently lifted the raven into the styrofoam, it’s tail and head sticking out a bit. He then carried the bag in one hand and the bird in the other as he walked home.

It was about 7 when Geno got home. He sat the box with the raven in it on one side of the table and the bag with the food on the other as he walked into the kitchen to get a cup of water.

As he came back in and sat down, he looked up what ravens ate, how to heal broken wings, things like that. Never in his life had he had to deal with an injured bird, and he never anticipated that he would have to. He began eating his food and kept researching so that he could keep this bird healthy while it healed.

After he ate, Geno went into the living room, turning the TV on to watch Hell’s Kitchen, as he thought it was funny watching Gordon Ramsay complain about everyone and everything. He could cook - not well enough to be on a cooking show - but rarely felt like it. Writing poems was hard enough.

After a few episodes and about two hours, Geno heard a weak sound and feathers ruffling against something. He walked over to check on the raven, whose head seemed to be up and looking around, eventually making eye contact with Geno.

“Hey there,” Geno said softly, walking closer towards the raven. It rolled over and stood up, but didn’t try to fly away like he expected, but stepped out of the box and walked over to Geno.

“You’re hurt, little buddy. I’m gonna keep you here for a while and help you heal, alright? So don’t trash my house.”

Geno reached towards the raven, stroking the feathers on its throat until-

“AH SHIT WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” Geno yelped, pulling his hand away. The raven cawed with delight, almost like a laugh at its handiwork.

“You’re going to be a handful,” Geno muttered. His phalange hadn’t drawn marrow, it was just hurting a lot. Stupid bird.

“If I give you food, will you stop resorting to violence? It said on the website that you eat pretty much anything.”

The raven attempted to jump up and fly, but fell back onto the table before it could get into the air. Maybe it broke its wing from the fall when Geno found it earlier.

Geno picked up the bird. “Don’t fly. You’ll hurt yourself worse and I don’t need to keep you any longer than I have to.” He then carried it to the kitchen, where he found a jar of nuts and poured some out on the counter, setting the raven down. It starting to eat them, happily squawking in between.

“Hungry, huh? Why don’t you eat and then I’ll do something about that wing,” Geno said, smiling. The raven didn’t seem bothered to be at his house, rather it seemed happy to be there.

After a few minutes, the raven had finished its food and Geno picked it up, getting some bandages out of a cabinet.

“This shouldn’t hurt if I do it right. Don’t squirm around and it’ll be fine,” Geno said, moving the bird to the table and picking its wing up, moving it into a natural position. Then he wrapped the bandage around as instructed, taping it to finish it off.

“There you go, you should be good to go in a few weeks. Feel better?”

The raven was seemingly fine with this makeshift cast, cawing and perching on Geno’s hand.

“Don’t make yourself too comfy,” Geno chuckled, “I’m going to sleep soon.” The raven ignored him and sat there, looking up at Geno as he walked over to the couch.

Once Geno sat down, the raven hopped up onto Geno’s shoulder, sitting there.

“So you’re gonna sit there and watch, huh? I hope you like Gordon Ramsay,” Geno said, petting the top of the bird’s head with his phalange. Maybe it was annoying, sure, but it was also sort of sweet.

After a while, Geno fell asleep on the couch. When he woke up later that night, he found that the lights and TV were shut off, a blanket was draped over him, and the raven was sleeping on his shoulder. He didn’t remember turning the lights off or getting a blanket, but maybe he just forgot.

“Good night, you crazy bird.”

[Part 2]

#randomrambles #i’ll put it on ao3 later once i get my wifi back and can actually check the grammar

[jadethest0ne]

When the Moon meets the Morning, Chapter 6 - Not all Black and White

Summary:  Raphael is going on missions with Captain Jupiter as he always does when he meets an orange-wearing turtle yokai who feels oddly familiar.

Word Count: 3376

Ratings/Warnings: General Audiences; some minor harrowing moments, but mostly fluff, emotional overload, emotional manipulation, self-deprecation

Notes: This is my longest chapter yet! This one has some minor emotional manipulation at the beginning of this chapter along with some harrowing moments later on. On the plus side, we get some cameos from previous TMNT incarnations that I’m happy about bringing to the table. Big thanks to @undercoverwizardninjaturtle and @fraymotiif for helping me workshop this. And a big thanks to @5weekdays who helped me with the Captain Jupiter dialogue in this chapter!

Read on AO3 For the RotTMNT Fantasy AU

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The trio gets up early the next morning, reaching the outskirts of Bedu in relative silence. The whole time Mikey keeps looking over to Raph as if he wants to say something. Raph knows by now to just wait until Mikey speaks – if the young boxshell has something to say, he's bound to say it eventually. Finally he opens his mouth. “How... did you do that...?” he asks.

Well, that wasn't exactly what Raph was expecting. “Do what?” he asks genuinely confused.

“I mean, how did you...” Mikey twirls his hands around each other as if trying to find the right words, “...make everything stop..? The noise? The... the feelings?” He looks to Raph in almost desperate wonder.

“Oh, that...” Raph runs his mask tails through his fingers as he thinks. “I'm... actually not so sure... I've always been good with protective wards and shields n' stuff. I guess... I just figured out a new way to use them...?” He ends his sentence in a rising questioning tone.

Mikey looks at him almost expectantly. As if there's more to what Raph has to say.

There is more. “And, uh,” Raph begins. “You're gonna probably think this is a little weird, but, um, I think I did it in a dream once...?”

Mikey's eyes widen, before softening. A warm smile spreads across his face. “That doesn't sound weird to me at all.”

“Oh really?” Raph stops tugging at his mask tails. “Um... I could maybe equip some of your gear, or even sheets of magic activation paper with some protective wards like that. Maybe they could help you out in your travels, even if I'm not around.”

Mikey's smile widens further and he bounces in his saddle. “Really!? You could do that?!”

“Of course! I'd have to grab some of the extra paper and ink from my room when we get back, but I could definitely do that for ya!”

“Well, it's good timing then, because we're just about there!” Red Fox chimes in.

The town of Bedu looked pretty much the same as when they had left. After all, it had barely been a couple weeks. The main difference now was that a thin layer of frost was covering the ground, signalling that winter was close at hand, even below the tall mountain peaks.

“I have to go sign in with the Mountain Guide Guild to notify them that I've returned, and I need Mikey to come with me,” Red Fox says. “Raph, could you drop our gear off at the base?”

“Sure! I'll take Infinity and Buddy to the stables, too,” Raph says.

“Alrighty then!” Mikey bounces off of Infinity's back and hands her reins over to Raph, then bounces over to Red Fox.

“When you're done, come meet us by the healing house. I want to check if our gecko friend has recovered. After that we can all get some brunch – my treat!”

“Red Fox, you are the best!” Mikey cheers.

Raph smiles as he watches the two of them head farther into town. It's good to see Mikey's usual energy returned. But then he frowns a bit, realizing that he'd probably have to say goodbye to the guy soon with their trek now over. His mind is stuck in that sad thought as he heads back to Captain Jupiter's base, sets up Buddy and Infinity in the stables with some food and treats, and unpacks their gear. He mulls over all the things he's learned about Mikey and how close the two of them had grown in such a short time. He's gonna miss him a whole lot.

Raph’s thoughts are interrupted by a booming voice.

"Great gorgons, my boy, where have you been all this time!?"

Raph's head snaps up to see Captain Jupiter in the door frame with his hands on his hips. Raph can't tell if it's his normal heroic pose or if he's angry for some reason. But either way Raph is cautious in his response. "I, uh, was on a mountain guiding mission with Red Fox."

"Well I needed you here! There's been a great monster attacking the town while you've been gone and we've had trouble tracking it down and stopping it! I could've used your natural instincts!”

“I'm sorry.” Raph shrinks a bit, now feeling really bad that he had been away. It had been selfish of him to leave like that when he was needed here. And at a time when the Captain wanted to use his skills for once! It was rare that Raph’s “instincts” were looked at positively.

“Where is Red Fox?" Captain Jupiter asks looking in various directions as if expecting his sidekick to appear at the mention of her name.

"She went to the healing house to check on one of the fire victims.” Raph tugs at his mask tails, his eyes darting around not sure where to look.

"Good to know she's back here, too. I'm going to patrol the edge of the town. You head to the healing hut to tell Red Fox of the situation. And if you see any large scaly monsters, you take it down!"

At the command, Raph immediately comes to attention and salutes. "Yessir, Captain Jupiter!"

“Remember what I always say? 'Act like a monster, become a monster.' Nobody likes a monster. That’s why we do what we do. You don’t want to be on the wrong side of justice, do you?” He gives Raph a pointed look.

Raph tells himself that the Captain is always saying these things to pump him up and get him ready for a challenge or to hunt a bounty. But he hates that it feels like these words are meant specifically for him, as a warning to what Raph could do and has done. Either way, Raph knows that he’s always going to fight for good in the end. So Raph nods with determination, and in affirmation of the Captain’s words.

“Good,” Captain Jupiter says with a toothy grin. “So if you see any beasts rampaging around, make sure your justice is swift!”

Raph sucks in a breath, but stands up straight, hardens his features, and repeats, “Yessir.”

“Good lad.” The Captain nods with a pleased grin, and rushes off.

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Raph quickly makes his way down to the village square and over to the healing house, bursting through the door with a lot more speed and panic than intended when he gets there. Everyone inside gives him an inquisitive look and Raph tries to calm himself down and casually walks towards where he sees Red Fox and Mikey standing by a bed. In the bed is the gecko from before, now wide awake and bright eyed. Without the soot or bandages covering him, Raph can see that he’s a dull yellow color with dark speckles covering his features. He looks very relaxed next to the other two.

Mikey lights up at seeing the large snapping turtle enter the room. "Raph! You're just in time to meet my new friend!" Mikey gestures at the bed.

The gecko looks up with an easy smile. "Hey there," he says in a raspy voice. "The name's Mondo! You must be Raph?"

Raph smiles and gives a small wave at the yokai. "Yup that's me. You doing okay?"

Mondo nods and Red Fox explains, "He's mostly recovered from the fire, he just has a sore throat that may last for another week or so. The smoke did a number on his lungs. Right now we're just trying to figure out where his family is."

Mikey makes a small pained sound causing Raph to look at him. The younger turtle is rubbing his head as if it hurts.

"Hey, are you okay?" Raph asks, concern tingeing his tone.

Mikey lets out a small grunt and says, "There's a lot of negative emotions in the area."

"Like what?"

"Unease... Fear..." Mikey flinches as if something struck him. "Oof, a lot of fear actually, but this seems like..."

Raph doesn't get to hear what that seems like, because there's a sudden shriek from outside. Oh, right - the reason why Raph came here. He grabs the attention of the red panda yokai. "Red Fox, the Captain told me that there's been a monster attacking the town."

"That must be it. Let's go!"

The two rush outside and sure enough a large creature is running through the streets causing many people to flee from it. It looks to be a giant alligator of some sort with hard scales and giant jaws snapping every which way. Raph summons his red limb projections and charges the beast while Red Fox leaps in the air. She lands on the beast's head and transforms her tail so it is long enough to wrap around its snout, locking its snapping jaws shut. Raph rams his whole body into the alligator in an attempt to knock it down. But even with his magic enhanced limbs the monster stands its ground and pushes back.

There is a struggle; Raph puts more magic power into the red limbs and lets out a yell, growing a second pair of red glowing arms in addition to the two surrounding his actual arms. He tries to grapple the sides of the beast with the extra pair of magical limbs. However, the alligator seems to recognize the losing battle, so instead it rocks back a bit then sweeps out its large muscular tail. The lack of resistance from the gator combined with the tail flicking at Raph’s legs causes the snapper to lose balance and he falls over, landing on his snout.

As Raph lifts himself up with a pained grunt, he sees the gator whip its head around, causing Red Fox to be flung into the wall of the healing house. His eyes widen in worry and he shouts her name. But his attention is then caught by the form of Mikey stepping outside the door with a look of horror on his face as he comes upon the scene. Behind Mikey he can see Mondo. For a second Raph wonders what he is doing out of bed, but he has much bigger things to worry about at the moment.

The large monster seems to have noticed the two smaller yokai as well, and it charges in their direction. Mondo looks like he's trying to say something, but the only thing that comes out of his mouth is a squeak. Mikey just stares up at the monster charging at them with a strange expression on his face. Raph doesn't have the time to ponder whatever feelings the empath is picking up from the scene around him and launches himself at the beast. He grabs hold of the monster's tail and digs his heels into the ground bracing himself. The gator is stopped mere feet from the two younger reptile yokai and turns around angrily to look at Raph. It launches itself at him with giant jaws opened lined with sharp, jagged teeth.

Red Fox is down, Mikey and Mondo and other civilians are around, and it's up to Raph to stop him. The Captain said to take the monster down. Raph pushes down the fear fluttering in his chest, and the twisted feeling he gets at the Captain’s implication of what he must do. He ignores the similarities between an alligator snapping turtle and an actual alligator, and allows the Captain's words to echo in his mind. “Act like a monster, become a monster.” Well, this is one monster that Raph is not going to let hurt his friends. He summons from deep down as much of his power as he can muster. His sclera turns black and his iris and pupil form into that of a blood moon. He gathers as much of his energy as he can around his fist. If he can just get one good powerful punch in as the monster leaps at him, he can end this.

Raph lets out a yell as he's about to launch his attack, right as the alligator snarls and his leaping attack arcs downward, towards the turtle. Suddenly something wraps around the alligator’s jaws, causing them to snap shut and the alligator to unceremoniously fall to the ground in an ungraceful heap. The gator looks so shocked that it seems like for a moment its anger is dispelled. Raph, too, is so surprised that magic swirling around his arm dissipates.

"Wait!" A voice calls out to them. Raph and the gator follow the voice to see Mikey standing there holding onto a rope. The rope is attached to the gator’s mouth ending in what seems to be some sort of grappling hook, glowing with magical energy. Mikey walks over to the gator with raised hands and says calmly, "I'm not going to hurt you. Just hold on a sec."

The complete lack of fear or malice coming from Mikey must confuse the alligator since it makes no moves to attack him. "You're just scared, right? And sad...? Like you miss someone?" The gator looks at the turtle with mournful eyes. Mikey slowly moves his hands towards the gator. Raph is about to stop him when Mikey holds up at hand in his direction, making Raph clamp his mouth shut before he can say anything. Mikey gently pets the large reptile's snout before loosening the rope around its jaws and says, "I think maybe they miss you, too."

Mikey gestures at Mondo who is leaning against the healing house, tightly gripping the front of his shirt, staring at the scene with wide eyes. As soon as the gecko and the gator lock eyes, Mondo tearfully runs over to the large alligator and calls out, "Leatherhead!"

Mikey steps out of the way and positions himself next to Raph. Mondo throws himself onto the apparently named Leatherhead’s face resting his small head in between the larger yokai's eyes. Leatherhead closes his eyes and puts a gentle clawed hand over the gecko's back and pats him soothingly, letting out a rumbling trill.

Raph looks past the touching scene to see Red Fox pushing herself up and walking over to them. Raph rushes to her side. "Red Fox! Are you okay?"

Red Fox smirks and rubs her neck saying, "It'll take more than one raging beast flinging me into a wall to keep me down." She looks at the scene before them. "Though I guess he's not so much a raging beast anymore..."

Mikey giggles and explains, "I thought his aura and Mondo's seemed kind of similar, and you did say that Mondo was looking for his family. I thought maybe the big guy was looking for his family, too"

Mondo breaks his hug with Leatherhead, and speaks with him in hushed tones, likely due to the fact that his voice can't seem to go above a whisper at the moment. Even though Leatherhead seems to only respond in guttural growls and trills, Mondo doesn't seem to have any trouble communicating with him.

The two of them walk over to Raph, Red Fox, and Mikey. Mondo bows his head and rasps out, “I'm sorry for Leatherhead here. The big guy was just worried about me and didn't know where I was. Please don't be mad at him.” By the end of his short speech, Mondo's voice was losing power and the last part came out in a worried squeak.

A sense of injustice rings in Raph’s head. It is based on the constant lectures about right and wrong that the Captain taught him. And the fact that the Captain gave him a direct order to stop the monster that had been terrorizing the town. Raph looked in the eyes of said monster, and saw himself reflected back in its blank yellow eyes. Leatherhead is calm now and Mondo is just a kid. But Leatherhead attacked the town, apparently numerous times; scared a lot of people. Worried about his family or not, that was still a criminal act, and he acted like a monster. Captain Jupiter's words ring in his mind yet again. Despite the torment twisting in his gut, Captain Jupiter's justice should win out. Right?

Raph spoke sternly. "You could have caused a lot of people harm! And you broke the law! You need to learn--"

He stops when Mikey pats his arm and says, "I think they learned enough, Raph. This was just a misunderstanding and that's no one's fault. Yeah, and he might've done some not very good things, but Leatherhead here is not a bad guy! He was just looking for his family!" Mikey smiles happily at the two of them.

"But.. they..." Raph's resolve fades fast under the stare of Mikey's innocent eyes.

Red Fox steps next to Raph and puts a hand over his clenched fist. Raph looks over to her, and she looks wistfully at the pair. Something behind her eyes seems to tell Raph that maybe she's grappling with similar thoughts. Finally, she lets out a sigh and says, "Well, I did want to make sure you at least got to your family after all this, and it looks like that worked out. I think it might be best if you leave town quickly, though.”

Mondo grins and says, "No problem. We don't do too well with the cold. We were going to leave Bedu weeks back, but got separated in the fire. Sorry again for causing trouble.”

Leatherhead grumbles something and bows his head apologetically.

Mondo then hops up onto Leatherhead's back and the two quickly make their leave with Mikey waving happily after them.

Red Fox lets out a tired sigh and says, “I should check around to see if any real damage was done and to calm the townsfolk. You look like you could use a rest, Raph, why don't you hang back here?”

Raph nods. She is right, he is a bit tired, suddenly.

As Red Fox walks off, Raph backs up to the healing house, and slides down its wall to rest. He's looking down at his hands unsure of what to make of the situation. Should he have told Red Fox that the Captain wanted to stop the monster, maybe permanently? But it wasn't a monster, as it turned out. Yeah, it was just a misunderstanding... And looking around the square it seemed like he hadn't even damaged anything or hurt anyone. He was just scary... not evil. But what does that say for others with sharp teeth and claws... Claws that had, at one time... He scrunches his eyes shut, refusing to think about a pink scar on his friend’s face. He shakes his head to clear the images from his mind. As he opens his eyes, something orange enters his vision.

Raph looks up to see Mikey staring at him, almost looking as if he had been in as deep a thought as Raph had. "You did the right thing, you know, letting them go..." Mikey says, finally.

"I guess," says Raph. "Just one thing I don't get though... How did you know he wasn't a bad guy?"

"He seemed more scared than mean. Besides..." Mikey gives him a bright grin, one that looks like it trusts anything, especially what he says next: "Not everything is black and white like that."

Raph ponders this for a moment. For all of the things that Raph has learned about Mikey. All the confusing questions he still had. It's the meaning behind that statement, that Raph was sure he'd be confused about for a long time. It didn't ring true at all to what he'd been taught, and yet, the way Mikey had said it, it was as if it was the truest thing in the world.

Mikey sits next to Raph and pats him on the arm. “I guess today is another cool story that I'll get to tell – one with you and Red Fox again. You guys really are heroic!”

A smile tugs at the side of Raph's mouth and he rubs Mikey's head, “If anyone was the hero today, it was you, little man!”

Mikey laughs sheepishly. “Haha, aww, really?” he asks, but glows with the praise.

“Yeah, really.” Raph gives him a final head pat. “Better make sure to include that in your story.”

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[firecraker-art-lounge]

First day and First Friends.

Ikari was only five when he moved into a new home as well as a new neighborhood about a year after his parents stopped working for that fat mean pig, and what’s more is they are having a new baby soon. This was all so fast for him.

He was going to the local daycare. Wearing his red shirt with an anchor on it and blue shorts.

Ikari: Why can I go to work with you guys like did with your old work?

Retsuko: Aww we’d love to Ikari, but you’re getting too big and you’re going to have start school one day.

Haida: Besides, there’s the baby and all...we have to juggle a few things, understand?

Retsuko was about 2 months pregnant at this point. She would be showing a small bump.

Ikari: I guess...

Retsuko: Daddy will be here to pick you up at five.

Ikari: Bye mommy! Bye daddy!

He hugged his mother and then his father as they started walking away.

Ikari was a little nervous, he knew practically nobody his age. He only knew his parents’ old co-workers. Ikari then sings Cannibal Corpse to himself as his way of calming his nerves.

Later that morning, Ikari ran into a large black bear child wearing a blue shirt with a helmeted hero on it and tan shorts.

Bear boy: HI!

Ikari: hello...

Bear boy: Wanna see my Rider belt?

Ikari: Uhm... sure.

The bear boy gets really had he digs through his backpack, to find his Rider belt. He puts it on.

Bear boy: HENSHIN!

Belt: DARE JA! ORE JA! NINJA! SHINOBI! KENZAN!

Ikari: Cool!

Bear boy: Yeah, my dad got me this! He likes this stuff too! My name is Kuuma!

Ikari: My name is Ikari.

Kuuma: Do you ever watch The Superhero Hour?

Ikari: Sometimes I do...

Before the two were getting into conversation, a hedgehog girl wearing a black skirt, white leggings, and a pink sweater with a cherry on it bumped into them.

Hedgehog girl: Hey.

Ikari and Kuuma: uh...hello?

Hedgehog girl: I feel off my bike last week and I think I scraped it so bad, you can see the bone! Wanna see?

Ikari felt that was something his Aunt Fenneko would say. He never really gets to see her that much anymore since they all got their new jobs, he misses her and Aunt Tsunoda.

Ikari: ... Yes?

Nezumi: *laughs* You’re funny, you’re my best friend now!

Kuuma: But I was his best friend first!

Nezumi: You can be his best friend who’s a boy and I can be his best friend who’s a girl.

Kuuma: ...

Nezumi: ...

Ikari: ...

Kuuma: Yeah, I’m okay with that.

Ikari and his new friends are now on the playground. Only for Ikari to hit is head on a tree. Ikari then goes demon face, just like his mother.

Ikari: STUPID TREEEE!!!!!

Kuuma and Nezumi walk over, calming Ikari down. Neither of them seeing his rage face.

Kuuma: Ikari, you okay?

Ikari: Yeah. Just hit a tree... I’m okay though.

Nezumi: So what are you anyway? A Tanuki? A raccoon?

Ikari: I’m actually half-red panda and half-hyena.

Kuuma: Wow! So you have different animal parents?

Ikari: Yeah! My dad is the hyena.

Kuuma: That’s neat!

Nezumi: You got any family?

Ikari: My mom says that I’m gonna be a big brother.

Nezumi: Neat! I have one of those!

Ikari: One of what?

Nezumi: A big brother!

Kuuma: Wow! That’s cool!

Ikari: Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Nezumi: That’s how you laugh?

Ikari: Not always, it’s just something I picked up from hanging out with my aunt Fenneko.

The three children would play together until the day was over and it was time for the children to return home. A young teen hedgehog wearing a middle school uniform then walks up to the front gate.

Nezumi’s brother: Nezumi! I’m here to pick you up!

Nezumi: Be right there Hari! That’s my big brother, you wanna see what a cool big brother is like Ikari? Come over to my place and I’ll show you!

Nezumi walks over to her brother.

Hari: So how was your day, or whatever...

Nezumi: Mom had you do it?

Hari: Just let me walk you home...

That left just Kuuma and Ikari.

Kuuma: So Ikari, I have a lot more Henshin toys and Mecha at my place! If you want, you could come over!

Ikari: I would really like that! Kuuma!

Kuuma: Daddy!

Kuuma’s dad: Red warrior!

Kuuma hugs his dad as they walk off.

That left just Ikari, who waited for his dad. He got up once he saw his father, wearing that familiar jackets nd striped shirt.

Haida: Hey buddy!

Ikari: Daddy!

Ikari ran off to hug his father.

Haida: Come on! Mommy is making your favorite!

Ikari: *gasp* Yakisoba!

Haida: That’s the one!

Of course, Retsuko’s Yakisoba still needs work, but her son will eat it and love it because he has Retsuko as a mother.

Haida: So wanna tell me how your day went?

Ikari: I wanna wait till we get home so I can tell mommy too, but I will say that I made new friends!

Haida: Oh! Can’t wait to hear all about that!

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This is my final farewell tribute to @kingdomofkitten’s Ikariverse stories.

#aggresive retsuko #aggretsuko #ikari #retsuko #haida

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chapter 3  of true north is here!

[kristanna / t / the actual fic version of my single dad au at long last]

ch. 1 / 2

“Can we see the penguins?”

“That’s the only reason to go to the zoo, isn’t it?” Sven asks, leaning back to tickle his goddaughter’s ankle. 

She squeals and kicks at his hand. “No! We go for ice cream!”

“We have ice cream at home,” Kristoff says, hiding a smile, because it’s his job to be the grouchy one so that Uncle Sven seems even cooler.

“But it’s my birthday,” she whines, and Kristoff glances up in the rearview mirror to see a pair of puppy dog eyes that match the set coming at him from the passenger seat.

“I’ll consider it,” he lies, knowing damn well he’ll be putting down ten bucks for two firecracker pops and a frozen lemonade and watch his melt while he keeps a napkin pressed to Alice’s chubby wrist before it drips onto her dress, and then inevitably more of it will end up on the ground than in her mouth.

He wonders if Bailey would say he’s spoiling her, that she doesn’t need a popsicle and special pancakes and her pink birthday cake.

But Bailey’s not here, and that’s why he’ll do it.

“Hey Al, do you see what I see?” Sven says with exaggerated enthusiasm, pointing to the green road sign that says “Zoo Next Exit”, and Alice scrunches up her face.

“A tree?” she asks, confused, and Kristoff can’t help but laugh.

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“Nah, man, I’ve got it,” Kristoff says gruffly as Sven pulls out his wallet.

“Let it be my birthday present to Al,” Sven argues, even though he’s already putting it away again; it’s a familiar routine for both of them, helps both of them keep their pride intact even if it means they get weird looks from waiters sometimes when Sven’s excuses err on the ridiculous side.

“I’m sure you already got her something else,” Kristoff says, sliding his debit card across the counter, and by the other man’s grin he knows that’s a yes.

The teenage boy managing the cash register makes that face, the one with narrowed eyes that say don’t I know you from somewhere? Mercifully, Alice saves them by proclaiming very loudly, “It’s my birthday. I’m four.”

The teenager slides an “it’s my birthday!” sticker over the counter. “There you go, kiddo. Happy birthday. And, uh,” he adds, eyeing Sven a little shyly, “go Tigers.”

Sven grins and gives him a fist bump. “Thanks, man.”

They’re saved from getting asked for an autograph by a school bus of preschoolers rolling up. Kristoff pulls Alice out of the way and kneels down to put the sticker on her shirt, but she shrieks and pushes his hand away. “Not there, Daddy,” she whines. 

“Okay, where?”

She points to the same spot he just went for, and he follows her orders. “Better?”

Alice nods and takes hold of his hand. “We can go now,” she says, imperious as a queen, and Sven doesn’t bother to hide his snort of laughter.

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The arctic section, thankfully, is in the middle of the zoo, so in only a few minutes Alice has her nose pressed up against the glass as she watches them dive for their breakfast. Sven’s right beside her, ooh-ing and ahh-ing with all the kids even though he’s as tall as five of them stacked together. 

Kristoff hangs back and takes a surreptitious picture on his phone; they’ve learned the hard way if they try and take pictures together, someone inevitably notices and gasps, “Sven Peters?” and asks for a picture of their own, and then they lose half an hour to football fans who don’t give a shit that they have a limited amount of time before Alice has an “I-need-a-nap” meltdown.

Eventually, the penguins disappear in the recesses of the enclosure, and Alice bounds back over to him, holding her arms up. He does her one better and sets her on his shoulders. “Where to now, Ally Pally?”

“Seals!” she proclaims, and off they go, just in time to see the show with the trainers and the red ball. 

The birthday sticker nets Alice a chance to ask the trainer a question. “Do seals have mommies?” she asks, and though everyone else laughs at how cute it is, Kristoff feels queasy for a second, worried that she’s still not over last night’s meltdown.

They move pretty quick after that, knowing there’s only a finite amount of time before she starts asking for ice cream; Asian animals are next, first the elephants-- “stinky,” Alice says, wrinkling her nose as they watch one relieve itself, and then the tigers-- “take a picture of me with them quick, Bjorgman,” Sven insists, and somehow they manage to pull it off without anyone seeing, and then the pandas, which are Kristoff’s favorite because they know the secret to happiness is being left the hell alone to eat as much as you please.

The other bears are next, and Alice takes great delight in watching Sven look between Kristoff and the grizzly enclosure and ask if she sees a difference. “I’m telling you, Bjorgman,” he says, clicking his tongue and shaking his head sadly, “the beard’s gotta go, or they’re gonna put you behind glass, too.”

“Shut up,” he mumbles, earning a snort and an elbow to the ribs.

They’re only halfway through the monkey section when Alice starts whining about a popsicle. “We’re not coming back through here if we leave now, Al,” Kristoff warns her, but she’s unmoved.

She switches to holding Sven’s hand while Kristoff pays for the popsicles and finds a bench big enough for the three of them; Alice sits in the middle, red popsicle juice already dripping onto her t-shirt, and leans back with a happy sigh.

“Good birthday so far, Ally Pally?” Sven asks as he slurps at his own firecracker pop.

“Uh-huh,” she mumbles, trying and failing to catch a drip running down her arm.

Kristoff sets his frozen lemonade aside to swipe at it, cursing himself for leaving the wet wipes in the car. “Guess what? Uncle Sven’s going to Nana’s house for your party tonight.”

“Why?” Alice asks, frowning.

“Because he’s your family,” Kristoff says.

“Why won’t Mommy be there?”

Shit. He walked right into that one. “She’s busy,” Kristoff says, wondering if she actually is.

Some days, that line works. Today, it doesn’t. A moment later, the popsicle is on the sidewalk, Alice is screeching, and he and Sven come to the silent agreement that it’s time to go.

If he wasn’t so busy wrangling a sobbing four-year-old, Kristoff would have time to be amused that, just like when they played together in college, Sven’s the one clearing a path for him through the horde. He’s damn lucky to have a friend like that, and he knows it, but it still doesn’t sit right, sometimes, all the shit Sven does without asking for anything back. He won’t even take Kristoff buying the tickets and ice cream; there’s going to be a twenty shoved in the glove compartment or the fridge or one of Alice’s little plastic purses by the end of the day, and neither of them will say anything about it.

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One mile in the car is enough to knock Alice out, and they’ve still got fourteen to go. Sven chuckles at the sight of her slumped over in the carseat. “Damn. Guess chasing the seals up and down the glass wore her out.”

“She didn’t sleep well last night,” Kristoff admits, and they’re both quiet for a minute; they’ve been best friends, tight as real brothers, for going on nine years now, but it’s still hard sometimes, talking about shit like this. It only ever happens in the car when they don’t really have to look at each other.

“Asking about the wicked witch of the west again?”

Petty as it is, the stupid nickname still gives Kristoff a twinge of satisfaction when he hears it. “Yeah. Apparently Lily’s mommy was at her birthday party, so now Al wants hers. As if she’s a fucking clown for hire or something.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“That Mommy’s busy. I’ve told her before that Mommy’s not coming back, but it doesn’t really get through to her. I don’t think she gets ‘never’ yet, you know?”

Sven mutters something under his breath that’s so vulgar Kristoff checks the rearview mirror to make sure Alice didn’t wake up to hear it. “Well, at least she’s got the world’s coolest uncle. And her dad’s alright, too, when he’s not being a grumpy bastard.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

That’s enough male bonding for one day. They’re quiet for another moment, and then Sven plugs the aux cable into his phone, and they listen to Journey at half volume the rest of the way back to the house, Sven headbanging and playing a wicked air guitar until Kristoff cracks a rare smile and plays the drums on the steering wheel at a red light.

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Sven heads right to practice once they’re back at the house; he claps Kristoff on the shoulder and says “see you tonight” before loping off to his car and leaving him to carry Alice upstairs to her bed.

He’s got forty minutes of naptime left if he’s lucky. He sniffs at his shirt and cringes; between the meltdown last night and how tired he was afterward, a shower hasn’t happened yet. Neither has mopping the kitchen where it’s still sticky after an apple juice incident, nor washing his sheets; he hasn’t even finished double checking the books for the café like his mom asked. 

But that shit’s a hell of a lot easier to do when Alice is awake than this is, so Kristoff hops in the shower without waiting for the water to warm and grabs his bottle of three-in-one soap. He hums a little to himself as he lathers his hair, one of the songs they jammed out to in the car, and lets the warm water do what it can to relieve the tension that’s always sitting in his shoulders even on the days when no one calls out at work and Alice doesn’t scream in the grocery store. 

He winces at his reflection when he gets out of the shower. Sven had a point today about the beard; combined with his overgrown hair and the shadows under his eyes, he looks less like a twenty something ex-football player than a grizzled old mountain man. No fucking wonder people keep their distance from him. 

He likes it that way, though, really; no probing questions in the checkout line, no well-meaning advice from strangers, nobody interrupting the routine they’ve got down. 

But sometimes, he has to admit, it would be nice if—

“Daddy?” comes a sleepy, petulant voice from down the hall, and he’s been wasting time wanting things when he’s not even dressed yet. 

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As usual, his mom’s gone all out for the party; Kristoff’s her only child, so she spoils Alice with the focus and enthusiasm of an entire competitive cheer squad. There’s a massive pink cake— way too much for the two of them, his parents, and Sven and his new girlfriend, who’s an unexpected but highly welcome addition to the crew, considering how quickly she and Alice bond over their love of Mulan and orange juice.

 It’s not a break, exactly, to have this many adults around, but it’s breathing room, at least; Alice is in the living room on her grandfather’s lap performing all her favorite songs from Poppy’s Garden Tales while Sven’s girlfriend-- Marissa or Maisie or something-- claps along and Sven takes pictures of them both. Kristoff’s in the kitchen working on clearing the table and washing the dishes, enjoying the relative peace of the moment, until suddenly his mom appears at his elbow with a knowing glint in her eye.

“You’re not eating enough,” she says without preamble.

“What? I ate two plates of spaghetti.”

She jabs him in the side, and he yelps. “What else have you eaten today?”

“A pancake,” he says defensively. “And some frozen lemonade and a PB&J.”

He didn’t realize how little it was until he lists it all off. He used to eat four thousand calories a day, track all his macros weigh all his proteins; now he just eats whatever he’s making for Alice. 

“Baby,” his mother says gently, “you gotta take care of yourself, too.”

He’s heard this lecture a thousand times over the last four years. “I know,” he mumbles; arguing only prolongs the inevitable. 

“Maybe Sven can help you find a nice--”

“No, Ma,” he says, and it comes out harsher than he means it to. He pauses his scrubbing, remorseful, and she sets a hand on his forearm in silent understanding.

He leans down and kisses her cheek. “You and Al are the only girls I need,” he says, keeping his voice light, and she laughs.

The singing’s ended by now, and Alice is on her uncle’s lap reciting all the animals they saw that morning. “We’re gonna go back,” she announces. “You can come next time, Mary.”

Mary-- shit, how’d he forget an easy name like that? He really is getting old.

“What’d you wish for when you blew out the candles, Ally Pally?” she asks, and now Kristoff really likes her for catching on to that so quick.

“I want every day like this,” Alice announces decisively.

Sven chuckles at that. “If every day’s your birthday, then it’s not special anymore.”

“Nooo,” Alice giggles, “I wanna have fun with Daddy every day.”

Well, shit. He fucking wants that too, but how the hell do you tell a four year old it’s not that easy, that he only got today off with her because both his parents worked at the cafe today despite his dad’s knee replacement and his mom’s arthritis?

He’s glad Ma’s turned away from him when Alice says it so he doesn’t have to see the all-too familiar sympathy in her eyes. He gets that look from her and the rest of the world every damn day. He doesn’t want pity, doesn’t even want help. Him and Alice, they’re a team, and they don’t need anyone else. 

“Baby,” his mom starts, and he knows it’s going to be something too compassionate to stomach right now, and so he walks into the living room, pretending not to hear.

#thank you gabi for the joke about kristoff and the bears #kristanna #my fics #coffee shop au #tn

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⁂ Push Your Limit (Initial D) Act 2

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Author’s Note: This is the author’s note I posted once upon a time when I posted this on Quizilla lol This chapter also has some terminology at the end.

“And here’s ACT 2~ What did you think? Did the end leave you drooling for more? Did it leave you on the edge of your seat? With that, I bid you goodnight (or day), ‘Zilla~”

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Bring. Bring.

“Hello? Fujiwara Tofu Shop.” Pause. “Hey, Tak! You plannin’ to sleep all day? Wake up! Phone’s for you!” Bunta called from downstairs.

You yawned as you sat at the table in the living room in front of the TV. Once you and Tak had come back from making the tofu deliveries, you hadn’t been able to go back to sleep, so you just decided to just stay up.

“Tell Iggy I’ll call back!” Tak called from upstairs.

“I’d pick up the phone, Tak,” Bunta responded. You looked over at him curiously, but you were too tired to ask who it was.

Tak pulled himself out of bed with a yawn and down the stairs, picking up the phone that his dad had left on hold. “Hey, Iggy. What’s goin’ on?” seconds later, his eyes widened slightly, a look of surprise on his face. Apparently, it wasn’t Iggy.

With a shrug, you laid your head down on the wooden table, a yawn passing your lips as your eyes fluttered closed.

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“What?! All this time Tak has an Eight-Six at his place?! Is this some kind of joke, Cole?” Iggy clung to Cole’s arm, face twisted in disbelief. Tak was standing off to the side, bored, as he waited for another customer to show up at the gas station where the three worked.

You were there, as well, sitting just inside the building, drinking a soda. You didn’t actually work there, but you tended to stop by and help out when you had nothing better to do.

“Nope. No joke.”

“Tak, you bonehead!” Iggy punched Tak’s cheek, just hard enough for him to feel it. “Why did you keep this secret from me?”

“I didn’t keep it a secret,” Tak let his hand cover the cheek that had just been hit by his overexcited monkey of a friend, “I didn’t even know what it was. It says Trueno on it, I figured it was a Trueno, you say it’s an eight-six, I just read the label.”

You grinned at how annoyed Iggy was getting, how smug Cole looked, and how clueless Tak seemed.

“Why you – I oughta…” Iggy clenched his fists in front of him, teeth clenched in annoyance.

Tak held his fists up as well until Iggy moved to stand behind him, one hand cupping his mouth while the other held onto Tak’s shoulder. “Listen, old buddy, I was thinking you could do us a favor. Ask your pops if you can bag the eight-six for a bit next Saturday night.”

“What for?”

Iggy turned slightly blue, “Are you an idiot?! So we can go watch the SpeedStars and the RedSuns battle it out on Akina! That’s what for. After we watched all that go down last night, I am so stoked on street racing.”

Cole, who was listening in, nodded in the background, happy that Iggy was taking such a liking to street racing.

“Come on~ Don’t you want to watch Akagi’s fastest drivers, the Takahashi brothers?”

Tak looked at you, pulling a face. “No, not really.”

Next thing, Iggy had a hold on Tak’s throat, choking him, “What?! You loser! How can you say that!? You know how clutch this is to me?!” He released his grip, and Tak breathed in much-needed air as his best friend got on his knees, hands held together as if he was praying, “Alright, I’m begging. Let me ride in your eight-xix on Saturday night. Please~?”

“Hey, Iggy. You can propose marriage later. There’s a customer waiting.” The boss appeared, a slightly annoyed look on his face. You nearly spit out your soda from laughter.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” Iggy murmured.

“Can we help you?” The pair chorused to the customer who had just pulled up. Boss let a smile come to his face at the pair, and you felt yourself doing the same. No matter how annoying they may be, it was impossible to hate them.

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“Wow. That’s the drift king. Check it out, he’s amazing!” Iggy and Cole were sitting inside the gas station during their brake, watching the drift king on TV. Both of them were only about a foot away from the TV screen, eyes glued to the king of drift. Tak was sitting farther away, reading a magazine. You were sitting on the same couch as Cole, close to Tak. You were listening to what was said but your eyes were closed, covered by your hat.

“Looks like he can control it with just the gas pedal,” Cole said in amazement.

“Hey, Tak. Don’t you wish we could go out there right now and drift just as easy as the drift king does?”

“Sure,” he answered absentmindedly.

“Check out this guy’s technique! Way cool!”

“Sure.”

“Huh?” Iggy turned around to look at Tak, annoyed. “You listening to me?”

“Sure,” he paused before looking up, blinking dumbly. “Huh?”

“You don’t got a clue what we’re talking about. I’ll bet you don’t even know what a drift is.”

“O-Of course I know what a drift is.”

Cole turned to look at him, as well. Iggy crossed his arms over his chest, “Alright, Mr. Expert, ‘splain it to me. I’m all ears.”

The boss had also entered the room and stood behind the chair that Tak sat in, taking a drag from the cigarette he held in his hand. He was looking on with a hint of amusement.

“Uhh… well… see, in a curve – ” Tak started.

“Don’t use the word ‘curve’, it’s uncool. Street racers just say corner.” Iggy corrected.

“Oh… yeah, okay then. In a corner, all you have to do is make the front tires slide along,” he held his hands up like he was turning the steering wheel. “So that the car doesn’t face the inside.”

“Heh?” Iggy and Cole looked at each other before clutching their sides with laughter. “Tak, that’s hysterical! If the front tires are sliding, that’s called understeer, which is totally wack! It’s for people with zero skillage!”

“Skillage?” you parroted with a scoff. “but Tak is the uncool one.”

Iggy scowled, sticking his tongue out at you.

“A real racer knows that a true drift isn’t in the front, bro, it’s in the rear,” Cole told him, eyes wet from laughing so hard. “That was pretty funny, Tak.”

“Yeah, you should do stand up comedy.”

Boss shook his head. “Alright, let’s get to work! We got a customer!”

“Oh, right!” Tak stood up, heading outside to greet the customer, “Welcome!” he bowed, “Right this way!”

Cole put his hat back on, following after Tak. He was shocked to see the yellow FD pull up. You had followed them out and, upon seeing the car, stood behind them, observing. Tak walked over to the driver’s side, where the blonde had rolled down the window.

“High octane. And fill it up.”

“Right,” While the gas was being automatically pumped into the car, Cole and Tak took to washing the windows of the yellow FD.

“You’ve got quite the ride there.” Cole suddenly said, gaining the attention of the blonde, who seemed to be deep in thought until he spoke.

“Huh?” his eyes shifted towards the open window, where Cole stood; he was washing the front windshield. The blonde’s eyes shifted to Cole’s S13 that sat off to the side. “I get it. I thought I’d seen that S13 somewhere before. The SpeedStars, am I right?” his finger tapped against the gear shift, “Let me ask you a question. I figure if anyone knows the answer, you should.”

Cole looked over, cautious about what the blonde would ask. Your curiosity was heightened, as well, as you moved closer to Tak, listening intently to what he said.

“Is there a ghost racer on Mt. Akina? A ghost who drives a super fast eight-six?”

Your eyes narrowed at him through the back windshield. If he was asking about the eight-six, then that meant he was gonna try and go after Tak.

“That’s weird. This guy plannin’ to fly?” Tak muttered under his breath, inspecting the wing on the back of the blonde’s FD. He hadn’t heard a word that KT had uttered.

“Sorry, dude, but I don’t know anything about ghosts around here,” Cole responded as he folded the rag he had used on the windows.

“Hmm. Okay, the part about the ghost was a joke, but there’s a black and white panda Trueno. On the outside, it’s a normal eight-six, but on the inside, this thing’s an incredible beast. You live around here, you can’t tell me you never heard of it!”

Cole remained silent.

You scowled. What was it about this blonde that pissed you off so bad? His cocky attitude? His money? His tone? Or maybe it was more simple than that. Maybe it was just because he was one of the famous Takahashi brothers.

“Alright then. If that’s the secret weapon you’re planning for this Saturday’s meet, that’s cool with me. Tell the driver of the eight-six I’ve got a message for him: I’ve never lost to the same driver two times in a row.”

“Huh?” Cole was shocked.

You smirked, glancing at Tak who remained oblivious.

“I only dropped this last time because I didn’t know the course.” he continued.

“Didn’t know the course, my fucking ass.” You scoffed, not caring that the blonde had heard you.

He glared at you before continuing. “It won’t happen again, he’s going down.” With that, the blonde took off, his tires screeching.

‘He’s already taken out one of the famous Takahashi brothers. That’s my Tak~’ you smiled proudly.

“Thanks for coming!” Tak bowed as the FD took off down the street.

Suddenly, Cole’s eyes widened as he turned around to look at Tak who looked at him confused.

You threw your arm around Tak’s shoulders, steering him back toward the station. ‘Looks like he finally figured it out.’

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The sound of Tak’s alarm clock beeping managed to wake up both Tak and yourself, despite you sleeping in the room next door. The clock read four-forty-five in the morning.

After washing your faces, both of you headed outside where Bunta was waiting. Tak got into the driver’s seat, starting up the car. You hopped into the passenger seat, letting a yawn slip past your lips. He revved up the car, turning the foglights on while Bunta grabbed a paper cup, using the water hose to fill it with water. He dumped a small amount out before heading to the driver’s side, handing the cup to Tak.

“Alright. This is the haul for today.”

“Hmm?” Tak stared at the water for a minute before looking at his father, a look of annoyance crossing his face. “You fill it a little higher every time.”

“That’s right. Just don’t spill any.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it.” Tak set the cup in the cup holder before taking off. He tackled the uphill, speed gradually increasing. As he came to the corner, he hit the brakes, shifting gears as he began to drift. His eyes moved to the water in the cup that rolled around the rim.

You smirked, pulling the hat down over your eyes. You loved it when Tak was driving because it gave you a chance to rest before you got to the hotel. As he exited the turn, the water returned to normal and his eyes returned to the road. The same happened with each turn until you both arrived at the hotel.

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“Eh? Tak! Hey, where’d ya go?!” He took off in search of his best friend, who was climbing the stairs inside the school building.

“Hey, hold up!” he hopped up to the same step Tak was on. You appeared behind them, having just turned the corner to go up the stairs. “What’s the matter with you? I know you’re a little jealous of my talent, but you don’t have to up and ditch me.”

“I’m not…”

Both of their attention trailed off as two girls came walking down the steps. From their current position, they were low enough on the stairs to get a panty shot just as the girls walked down from the top of the stairs. Being the hormonal teenagers that they were, the pair watched in amazement, as if that was the most amazing thing they had ever seen. You could see small lines of pink across Tak’s cheeks.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance at the perversion of the pair.

“You see that?” Iggy began, as the two girls disappeared around the corner.

“You some kind of a pervert or somethin’?” Tak asked, looking at Iggy.

“Huh? Of course not! What do you think I am, it should be against the law to let babes wear their skirts that short?”

You sweatdropped, “You were just doing the same thing, Tak.”

“I was not,” he muttered, looking away.

“I think the school should make a new rule that – ” he stopped mid-sentence, hitting Tak’s shoulder with his own. Both boys looked up with predatory eyes at the girl that stood at the top of the stairs. When she stopped walking, both boys looked up to see who it actually was.

“Hi, Tak, how’s it goin’?” Natalie waved her hand, a smile on her face.

“Uhhh… Natalie!” Both boys leaned back slightly, surprised to see her.

“Oh, perfect timing! I want to talk to you, come on, Tak, hurry!” She grabbed Tak’s wrist and pulled him away.

“Uhh, well, hey, I was just – !”

“That blows! Why doesn’t that kind of thing ever happen to me?!” Iggy complained.

You deadpanned at him. “Because you’re an obnoxious pervert.”

“Hey, that’s rude, Y/N!”

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“Hello? Anyone here?” Cole stepped inside the Fujiwara Tofu shop. “‘Scuse me? Anyone?”

Hearing the familiar voice, you stopped at the stairs. “Oi, Bunta! Customer,”

“Yeah, I heard ya. Gimme a minute.” Bunta responded from upstairs.

You stepped through the doorway, leaning against the wall. “‘Sup, Cole?”

“Hey, Y/N. What are you doing here?”

“I live here, fool.”

“You do?” His brow furrowed. “Are you and Tak -”

“What can I get ya?” Bunta questioned, walking in to stand a few feet in front of Cole, an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, as it usually did.

Cole didn’t answer, looking Bunta up and down.

We exchanged a look before Bunta spoke up again. “What’re you gonna have? Hello?”

“Uhh, uhh, uhh..” Cole scanned over the items quickly before pointing to one at random. “Fried tofu, please.”

“You got it.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Listen. I uhh… My name is Cole and I’m with a street racing team called the Akina SpeedStars. I… The truth is, I heard a rumor that the fastest downhill driver on Akina is an eight-six driven by a guy who owns a tofu shop.”

“I don’t know where you heard that story, but it’s not me. ‘Fraid I can’t help ya.”

“Look, this is really important. I scoped out the whole city and I know this is the only tofu shop around with an eight-six.”

“That’s some dedication, bud.” You commented.

“Here ya go,” Bunta held out the bag of fried tofu. “Buck twenty-five.”

“Uhh, oh yeah.” Cole reached into his pocket, taking out the money.

“Bye, bye.” Bunta waved him off, turning to go back into the store, but Cole wasn’t having it.

“Look, the thing is… I’m in a bit of a jam. Come on, man! Won’t you at least hear me out?”

“I’m a little busy right now.”

“What are you talking about? I’m the only one in the joint, It’s dead in here!”

“That’s fucking rude,” you scowled, narrowing your eyes at him.

Bunta stepped back, knowing that Cole had a point. He regained his composure a few seconds later. “I admit it’s a little slow, but the kid’s right, that’s pretty rude.”

“Not a kid, old man.”

“Sorry, it’s just that I’m a little desperate.” Cole rubbed the back of his head, “Okay, listen. A team called the Akagi RedSuns challenged us to a time attack battle. The RedSuns have some drivers on their team with some serious skills. Nobody on our team can even come close to competing with them but this is our turf, our mountain, and there’s no way we’re gonna lose on it!” His fists clenched at his sides in determination.

“Your mountain?” You scoffed. “You write your name on it in sharpie or somethin’?”

“That’s something a kid would say,” Bunta sent you a look before turning back to Cole.”Okay, but what do you expect me to do about it?”

“Mr. Fujiwara, I want you to show me what it takes to tackle Mt. Akina.”

Bunta lit the cigarette that was in his mouth, exhaling smoke before speaking. “I’m sorry, but that’s impossible.”

“Anything you could show me! Even if you could make me a tenth of a second faster. I’m begging you!”

“I know how you’re feeling, son, but driving technique is not something you study for a day or two like a math test. In order to get the car to do what you want, you have to live and breathe the course twenty-four-seven. You know, when I was actively racing I was running Akina even in my dreams. Technique is something that can be neither taught nor learned. You have to find it inside yourself.”

“Huh, the old man actually said something kinda cool.”

“Gee, thanks.”

Cole sighed.

“Sorry about that. I wish I could help ya out.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’ll be back.” Cole promised before getting into his S13 and taking off.

You and Bunta exchanged a look.

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* Terminology:

Camshaft SOHC vs DOHC

The camshaft is a metal shaft with lobes on it that actuates intake and exhaust valves.

Single refers to engines that have one camshaft per cylinder head (AE85 Levin).

Double refers to engines that have two camshafts per cylinder head (AE86 Trueno).

Overhead refers to the placement of the camshaft in the engine block. Overhead cam engines have the camshafts situated above the valves while many older pushrod engines have the camshafts placed below the valves.

Single Overhead Cam (S0HC) engines only have one camshaft per cylinder head that is responsible for actuating the intake and exhaust valves. Most camshafts can only operate a total of two valves per cylinder limiting the amount of intake and exhaust gases the engine can take in and expel, thereby limiting the power the engine can make. The AE85 has a SOHC 4-cylinder engine with a total of 8 valves.

Dual Overhead Cam (DOHC) engines have two camshafts per cylinder head. One cam operates the action of the intake valves while the other operates the exhaust valves. This allows for a total of 2 intake and exhaust valves per cylinder, allowing for a higher intake and exhaust flow resulting in a higher power engine. The AE86 has a DOHC 4-cylinder engine with a total of 16 valves.

Standard Differential

A standard differential will allow both drive wheels to spin at the same speed on straightaways. However, during cornering, the outside drive wheel will spin faster than the wheel on the inside, allowing for an uneven transfer of power to the wheel.

L.S.D. – Limited Slip Differential

A mechanism that allows both drive wheels to spin at the same speed during straightaways and more importantly, during cornering. An internal clutch mechanism forces both wheels to spin at the same speed during cornering allowing for an even power transfer to both drive wheels. This has the side effect of making it easier to get a car to go into oversteer – a key component of drifting.

Muffler – A device attached to the exhaust pipe meant to reduce engine noise by using specially designed internal baffles and resonators. Most stock mufflers put performance considerations aside, in the interest of reducing noise. While smaller engines do not need a certain amount of backpressure to operate properly, most stock mufflers create too much back pressure and therefore reduce the performance capability of the engine. Aftermarket mufflers reduce the amount of backpressure on the engine and as a result, allow more noise to escape.

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[hirunoka]

Sorry for the long wait, dear @3tothe1​. And I'm also sorry that it's pretty dialogue-heavy, and also short >< But I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer. I hope you have fun reading this chapter anyway. 💜 

Gold Love by Moreid

CHAPTER 2

"That shouldn't be this hard! He said I could tell him if I needed any help, and I need that toolbox." Kayla reminded herself for the third time.

Everything was almost done in his new home beside the TV unit she needed to assemble.

She has been standing in front of Aaron's door for more than two minutes, one hand is ready to knock, while the other is holding a plate full of cookies.

Finally, she knocked on the door and not even after a minute it was opened.

“Hi, I brought cookies.”

“Heey, neighbor." Aaron beamed at her, trying to fix his hair a little. It looked all messy and soft to touch.  "Do they contain any peanuts?" The doctor asked, looking at the plate. ‘Cause if they do, and I had some, I could realistically die.”

A moment of silence.

“...then you probably shouldn’t touch the ones on the right side, unless you crave death,” Kayla replied, handing over the plate.

“After my fiasco in that morning, I should probably start with the right side,” Aaron joked. “But in my defense, I wasn't fully awake yet. I know Spider-Man, especially fan of that super horrible dance Tobey does. Iconic. I was just lost for a second, I guess."

"Oh, hell no. Don't even go there." She laughed. Six days have passed since they met, and whenever they would come across each other, it would never be just greetings and 'have a good day' with them. Somehow they always found themselves laughing at something together. "And don't worry, it's not a big deal."

"Isn't it really, though? Because I'm pretty sure that your face said the exact opposite." He then pointed the cookies on the left side on the plate. "I assume these are the sweet, non-life-threatening peanut-free chocolate cookies?”

"Okay, okay, you got me." Kayla raised her hands in surrender with a grin. "What can I say? I love Spider-Man. And yeah, safe to eat."

“They look delicious, thanks. I thought I was supposed to bring you something? All the traditional rules say so. “

“Rules are meant to be broken,” Kayla shrugged, “fuck ‘em.”

"A rebel! Nice. Unless you rob banks in your spare time. You need any help with anything? I can grab my panda mask to join you in your illegal adventure real quick.”

"Didn't know you were this willing to root in jails."

"For real, though, you need any help with anything?"

"Actually, yes. Do you happen to have a toolbox? I have this large  TV unit I need to assemble.”

“I can help you to assemble it if you want."

"Well, that would be good, but you really don't have to. I'd hate to bother you."

"Bother me? Never. I'm bored anyway, might as well put my hands to good use."

"If you insist."

"Let me grab my toolbox then."

"Don't forget to take your panda mask with you!" the photographer teased as Aaron disappeared down the hallway.

"I only use it for birthday parties and robbing banks with friends! No can do!" came Aaron's reply.

"Ah, too bad! I was kinda excited to see you in your panda mask. They are my favorite animals."

"I love them, too!"

***

"I must say, your place is really nice," looking around, Aaron said after they stepped into the living room. He whistled when his eyes caught the figure collections Kayla had, looking pretty impressed. The doctor then pointed at the figures: "May I?" he asked enthusiastically, to which she nodded.

"Feel free."

Seeing him walking towards her showcases reminded her of a kid in a candy store.

It was cute.

His big, blue eyes sparkled when he realized her Back to the Future figures were standing just like in that iconic movie poster; Marty is wrapped in his classic orange vest and sunglasses, checking his watch while Doc standing behind him.

"Wow, you have a Marty McFly figure?! That's rad. And not just him, but like, you have everything."

"You love Back to the Future, I see." Kayla smiled, leaning against the wall as he looked at the figures in admiration.

"Who doesn't? I love Star Wars as well, an excellent collection you got here. If one day you wake up to an empty showcase, it's not gonna be me. Just saying."

She shook her head with a laugh, "Now I’m happy that I don’t have a MJ figure yet, I would hate to see it gone. And thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Your place will be the first one I'll check if I ever wake up and find my collection long gone."

Aaron frowned at that a bit, "I just told you not to do that, you got it all wrong. I've always wanted a Delorean, by the way. I mean, not any Delorean, but," he pointed at the Delorean figure with his head, "a time machine. Then I could go back in time, and... nevermind."

"Girlfriend drama?"

"Oh, no. Not something as serious as that."

'He sounds like a kind of man who takes love seriously,' was Kayla's first thought when he said that. And her second thought was: 'I hope it's not girlfriend drama. God, please don't let it be girlfriend drama.'

"And I don't have one. A girlfriend, I mean."

YES.

Thank God.

"Well, that makes two of us." Kayla shrugged, "I don't have a girlfriend either. "

"Good to know." Aaron smiled at her, "How about a boyfriend?"

"Why? Are you offering?" She joked.

"With a collection like this? Hell, you can even expect a marriage proposal from me," he chuckled. "You didn't answer my question, though."

Not expecting a joke like this, Kayla laughed. "Wait until you see my DVD and record collection then. Eh, I had, now I don't."

"...you have a record collection?"

"Please don't look at me like that, it's old-school, I know, but I really love the-"

"No, no, no, I'm not judging you. I have a record collection, too. My friends love teasing me because of it. 'We're living in the twenty-first century, man! You are wasting your money for nothing, just download the damn song!' " He shook his head with a roll of his eyes, "They don't get it."

"Lucky for you, your neighbor does. That's mean of them. They shouldn't make fun of something you like."

"They mean no harm, but you're right. Do I make fun of Ryan's banana sticker collection, or Emeline stuffed cows collection that she has been collecting over seven years? Or Scott's pizza box collection? No, I don't."

Was he even serious?

Okay, his expression was pretty serious.

'Don't laugh, don't laugh, don't laugh,' Kayla warned herself, just after saying people shouldn't make fun of each other, she couldn't laugh at that.

But after a while, Aaron was the one who let out a laugh, not looking serious any longer.

"Oh God, you should've seen your face."

"Wait, did you just- That was mean! Do they even exist? Emily and Scott?"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. Well, yeah. They do exist. Somewhere. That '15 Things You Won't Believe People Collect' article I've read says so, at least."

"I can't believe I fell for it."

"Anyway, let's get to work, and I can tell you about the rest meanwhile."

"I'm not sure if I wanna hear it."

Aaron shot him a look saying 'Are you sure?'

"...okay, I kinda wonder," she admitted, "shoot."

***

"Dwight is my favorite after Jim," Aaron said.

After finishing assembling the TV Unit, they had found themselves watching The Office somehow.  Probably because it was on TV, and because apparently, Aaron loved it, too. "I can't believe you have seen the show for more than six times."

What happened next was one of the weirdest things ever happened. Because her cat Milo walked into the room and didn't even run away when he saw Aaron. What he did instead was going next to Aaron and playfully nuzzling him with his head.

"Hi there, beautiful." the doctor smiled lovingly and picked up the cat and placed him in his lap, petting it carefully and slowly so as not to agitate it. His movements were slow and gentle.

"Look what you got here! What's your name, little buddy? Where have you been hiding all this time?" He petted his head and under his chin, and then slowly got the rhythm of it as he scratched behind his ear, making the cat purr. Aaron couldn't help but giggle at the cute behavior.

"I hope you don't really expect an answer from him."

"It would be so awesome if he could answer, but since he won't do that anytime soon, what's his name?"

"Milo."

"A cute name for a cute- wait, why are you looking at me like this?"

"If you were me, you would look at me like that, too. Believe me."

"Why is that?"

"Normally he doesn't even go near to anyone but me, let alone letting them pet him in their lap."

"Aww, I must be special then."

'Maybe you are,' Kayla thought. It wasn't long until Milo was asleep.

"Oh, I didn't realize how late it was. I should probably go now, but you will have to take Milo from me yourself because I don't have the heart to disturb him. I just can't. Look at him! How can I?"

"How about we don't disturb him for twenty-two minutes and watch one more episode?" She offered, "Stress Relief is the next after this. It’s my favorite episode."

"Wow. You really do know the name of every episode. Impressing. Mine is Dinner Party."

“Good one. So? What do you say?”

“I say, you’re right.” Aaron nodded, smiling down at the sleeping cat. “Let’s not disturb him.”

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[the-real-anywolf]

Destiel Advent Calendar 2019

Title: Snow Angels

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Castiel, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, First Kiss, Movie Reference, Unexpected Snowfamily, Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, It’s Gross, Sam Eats Real Pork Bacon, Frankie Made Me Tag That, Because She Thinks He's Canonically Vegetarian, And I Love My Muggsy So...

Summary: After an unexpected snowstorm hits Kansas, Dean and Sam decide to teach Cas about the joys of a snow day.

Written by: @eyesofatragedy67​ (Eyes_of_a_Tragedy)

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21665974

Snow Angels

Dean woke up at ass o'clock and stumbled his way to the kitchen. Coffee. He desperately needed coffee.

With all the patience of a child, he bypassed the fancy coffeemaker Sam had purchased and grabbed some instant and a mug from the cabinet over the microwave. It was gross, but, dude, caffeine.

Cup of joe in hand, he popped a new filter in Sam's fancy gizmo and poured in some grounds from Cas's stash in the freezer. Setting it to drip, he shuffled up the stairs to the front door and hauled it open.

Fluffy white stuff toppled through the opening, landing at his feet. It wasn't an avalanche like in the animes he secretly enjoyed (Shut up, okay? So what if he watched shojo every now and then?), more like a foot or so of snow.

He dumped the remainder of his coffee into the snow on the outer stoop and scooped some of the fresh stuff into his empty mug. Excited now, he jogged down the stairs and ran down the hall toward the bedrooms.

Bursting through Sam's door, he upended the mug right on his brother's face. "Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Sam sputtered awake, jackknifing up from his prone position. "Wha-"

He wiped his hand over his face and pulled it back, shaking off the melting slush. Dean watched, waiting for it to click.

Glancing down at his lap, which was now a pool of semi-solid snow, Sam asked, "Did you dump snow on my face?"

Dean chuckled.

Realization flitting across Sam's face, he repeated, "You dumped snow on my face!"

Grinning, Dean turned to leave the room. "Sure did, bitch! Get your ass dressed. Coffee's brewing. I'mma go see if I can find Cas. We're having a snow day!"

He didn't wait for Sam's response, but he could feel the 'jerk' aimed at his retreating form.

Dean did a cursory check of the bunker, but his finely feathered friend was nowhere to be found. Making a pit stop at his room, he layered up for proper snow play, then followed the sounds of banging in the kitchen. He found Sam preparing a breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh fruit.

"Bacon, Sam? Did I traumatize you?"

Bitch face firmly planted, Sam replied, "I know you. We're going to be out there forever. We'll need the protein. Did you find Cas?"

"No, I'm gonna try angel radio in a few minutes." He snagged a strip of bacon from the plate it was draining on. "Mmm, yummy pork."

Sam rolled his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were tilted in a smile. His brother prepped plates for them both and placed them on the table. Dean grabbed utensils and the roll of paper towels.

"You want orange juice or milk, Sammy?"

Sam opted for OJ, so Dean poured two glasses and sat down to eat. When they were done - Sam having stolen a piece of Dean's bacon, and Dean swiping a grape and strawberry from Sam's plate - Sam grabbed the dishes, and Dean sat back to pray.

"Red rover, red rover, can Castiel come over? If you can hear me, buddy, well-"

There was the signature fwup that heralded Castiel's appearance, along with a tension that was probably just in Dean's head. Or pants.

"I don't understand your red rover reference, Dean. Is it about Opportunity? I can assure you, she's in a far better place than-"

Dean interrupted, "I remember, Cas. But that’s not what meant. I’ll explain it to you later,” he promised. “It's a winter wonderland outside, and Sam and I are going to have a snow day. You want in?"

Cas did that head tilt thing Dean had grown so fond of. "What is a snow day?"

Dean's head whipped toward Sam, who had a look on his face that was morphing from disbelief to glee. Grinning, the brothers turned toward Cas, and Dean asked, "Do you want to build a snowman, Cas?"

.... :::: :::: ....

Bundled up in all the layers they could find, Sam and Dean joined Cas in the war room.

Dean was making a list on the note app on his phone. "We need supplies, Sammy."

Sam dropped a duffel on the table. "I'm way ahead of you, man."

Dean grinned and patted the pocket of his jacket. There was something special in there. "Awesome. C'mon, Cas, let's go outside and start your education."

Carefully trudging up the outside stairs, Dean led the trio to the edge of the woods. "Okay, Cas," Dean clapped his gloved hands together, "follow my lead."

Dean started rolling the ball that would be the base of his snowman, watching as Cas's pile of snow grew larger. He reached over and helped position Cas's hands, shaping the pile into something rounder.

"Yeah, like that. You just make that as big as you want it, alright, because we're going to put another one on top of it." He glanced over to find Sam already on his second stack. He pointed and Cas’s gaze followed. “Like that. Your goal is to create a base big enough to build on, then you’re going to add another until you’ve got a humanoid shape. Got it?”

“I understand, Dean.” He watched, eyebrow quirked, as Cas started molding a much larger shape, then shrugged it off. The angel would figure it out.

Dean finished his base, then got to work on the middle layer. He became absorbed, humming under his breath as he packed the snow. When he had the head done, he looked over to see Sam was accessorizing his creation and explaining it to Cas.

“Yeah, you decorate it however you want. Mine is a moose, so I need to find some branches to make into antlers.”

“Oh.” Cas was doing that adorable head tilt thing, and Dean held back a laugh when he continued, “Inias is a panda, so I don’t think he would have decorations?”

"Why do I know that name?" Dean asked.

Cas looked over with wounded eyes. "Inias is one of my fallen brethren. We were… very close."

A lightbulb went off in Dean's head. "Dark hair, blue eyes, 'bout your height? Showed up with that bitch Hester a while back?"

Cas nodded. "Yes."

"He seemed like a good guy."

The small smile gracing Cas's face was a vast improvement over the pain of just minutes before.

Sam paused in the middle of buttoning one of his flannels around his moose’s torso. “Hmm, what if we grab some of the paint from the basement and paint him?”

Dean went back to examining his snowman. “Okay, brother, let’s get you suited up, hmm?”

He found two decent arm sticks, ones with a bit of bulk to them, then quickly removed his jacket and a light blue flannel. Putting the leather back on, he wrapped the snowman in the cotton then pulled the first item out of his pocket. He walked to the back of it and attached two clips to the bottom of the shirt, then laid the straps over the shoulders. Back at his snowman’s front, he hooked the ends of the suspenders to the front of the shirt and stepped back to examine his work.

So far, so good.

Dean looked over to see Sam’s moose finished; he’d gently wrapped toilet paper around the sticks to make them look more like antlers, crafty bastard, and there was a cocktail glass with a paper umbrella and a pitchfork in one of its moose-y mitts. He felt a moment of grief, but it was quickly replaced with fond memories. Some of which Sam would never know about, thank you very much.

His brother was now helping Cas delicately apply paint to his snowpanda. It was looking pretty good. Dean rummaged through Sam’s bag, knowing there would be charcoal briquettes in there for eyes. He took two, then moved back to his sculpture.

Gingerly pushing the lumps of coal into place, he whispered in a hokey accent, “You been a bad boy, mon ami.” Then he pulled a treasured cap out of his pocket and situated it on top of his head. Almost done. “Don’t be mad. I know these aren’t yours, but you need teeth, ‘k?” He crammed a set of plastic vampire teeth into the head and stood back, laughing and somewhat offended on his friend’s behalf.

Glancing at Sam, he could see his brother’s understanding. And Cas had a similar look on his face. He nodded at them and said, “Snowpire.”

They both smiled at him indulgently as he added the final touch - a single drop of blood from the fingertip he’d pricked and applied to the tip of a fang.

Looking over, he threw out, “Mental note to sterilize all of this stuff later, Sam,” and got an affirmative in response.

Cas reached into his pocket and came back out with two pieces of clear blue rock in his hand. They were rough, with jagged edges, but smooth on the surface. His friend placed them where the eyes would go and leaned in close, whispering something under his breath that Dean couldn’t quite make out. He caught the word “cupcake”, though, and it made him smile.

The three of them drew back to view the finished products. Dean clasped Cas’s shoulder and said, “Good job for your first try. Next time we’ll have to-” but got no further due to the face full of snow Sam had just thrown at him.

Wiping his wet glove over his now wet face, he barked out “Oh, it’s on, bitch!” He ran in one direction, Sam in the opposite, taunting all the way, while Cas stood there looking perplexed. Dean packed a handful of fluffy ice into a solid mass fit for lobbing at little brothers.

Chucking it toward Sam, he quickly realized there was too much distance between them. Sam must have reached the same conclusion because he was no longer looking in Dean’s direction. Instead, ball of snow firmly in hand, he was eyeing Cas standing conveniently between them. Dean packed another and glanced back at his brother, nodding his understanding. The two of them let their ammunition fly, hitting their target from both sides.

Cas’s reaction was less than satisfying. “Why are you throwing ice at me?”

Dean scooped up some more and casually walked over to him. “Well, buddy, this is another part of snow days. You might understand better if I explain it to you in other terms, though. See...” he stepped closer, slung an arm around Cas’s shoulders and trailed his gloved fingers over the back of his neck. “This, Cas? This is war.” And he dumped the handful of ice down the back of Cas’s shirt.

Again, not the reaction he was going for, but he recognized that twitch in Cas’s eyes and started running. “War? War is something I was strategizing before your species learned about fire. I was orchestrating armies while your ancestors were-” SPLAT!

Dean doubled over with laughter as Sam yelled out, “You talk a big game, but you know jack shit about snowball fights!”

Oh, shit! His brother had a death wish. One minute Cas was standing, head tilted in that menacing way Dean remembered from day one; the next he was launching snowballs with unearthly accuracy and speed. And Sam wasn’t his only target.

There was a tap on his shoulder, and he turned to find his friend-turned-foe standing with both hands loaded. Dean was on the receiving end of two very cold hits to the face. He gasped in shock, then howled uproariously. He grabbed up his own heap of snow and shoved it right in Cas’s face then turned and ran toward his brother, who would make a far more convenient target.

Cas chased, and the three of them tossed snow at each other until the brothers were too exhausted to run anymore. “Truce!” Dean screamed, Sam nodding in agreement. “I beg for forgiveness, Cas! We underestimated you. You win!”

The transformation of his angel’s face was a thing of beauty. Victory looked good on him. Dean flopped back into the snow drift he was standing in and waited for his breathing to return to normal. As much as he hated to admit it, he needed to up his cardio.

Sam flopped down near him, breathing much more managed. He started flapping his arms and legs in the snow, and Dean grinned and followed suit. Cas approached them, brow furrowed with confusion.

“What are you doing now? Is this some form of exercise to increase your circulation?”

Dean stood up carefully and waved Cas over. “Nah, this is snow angels.” He pointed to the leg area and explained that it was supposed to resemble the skirt area of how angels were always depicted in artwork.

Cas nodded and moved to the side and gestured at the arms. “So, these are supposed to be the wings?”

“Yeah,” Dean rubbed at the base of his skull. “I mean, I know it’s nowhere near accurate, but it’s fun. You wanna try?”

Sam crawled out of his snow angel and ambled over to watch as Cas walked to the clear area above their figures. He laid down in the snow, and Dean waited for him to start moving, knowing it would be a sight worth remembering. Instead, he stared in awe as a set of impressions appeared to either side of Cas’s shoulders, stretching out for yards.

He heard Sam’s gasp, then, “Cas, are those your wings?”

“Yes. They aren’t visible on the mortal plain, but I can display them indirectly if I use enough grace.”

Dean looked over to see an expression of child-like wonder on his brother’s face. “That’s so cool!” Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, then stepped back to snap a pic. “I think we should get this framed.” Then he moved to photograph all of their other snow creations.

Dean stood at Cas’s feet and breathed out, “They’re amazing, Cas.”

The actual angel actually blushed. “Thank you.” He reached up and Dean gently drew him to his feet, so as not to disturb the imprint his angel left behind.

Sam called out, “I’m gonna go make some cocoa! Do you two want some?”

They both nodded, and Sam clambered down the stairs to the bunker, taking his duffel bag with him.

Dean looked back at Cas, who appeared to be having some kind of internal debate. “What’s wrong?”

The corner of Cas’s mouth quirked up, and he shook his head. “Nothing at all. I was just wondering if you know how often you think of me as your angel. I don’t listen to your thoughts intentionally, but you also stopped putting up a wall.”

It was Dean’s turn to blush. “Umm, yeah,” he spoke to the snowy ground. “Sorry about that.”

He felt warm fingers tilt his head back up. “Don’t be, Dean Winchester. I’ve been yours since the moment I saw your soul shining in the darkest depths. And I’ll be yours until all of the stars burn out.”

A tear fell from the corner of his eye, and Dean reached up to brush a stray snowflake from Cas’s cheek. He inhaled deeply, the chill air burning in his lungs. “Cas…”

His angel grinned at him, then leaned in and whispered against his lips, “I know.”

They kissed, and it was soft and sweet and everything Dean had ever wanted from this man. Well, almost.

“I swear, Cas. If you tell Sam you just Solo’d me, I’ll find a way to pluck your feathers and make a pillow out of them.”

Cas laughed, and it was glorious. “Your secret is safe with me,” he replied.

.... :::: :::: ....

It was nearing midnight on Christmas Eve, and Dean was curled up in his angel’s arms on the sofa they’d moved into the Dean Cave, watching “It’s A Wonderful Life”.

He was just about to comment on the fact that a certain dark-haired demon must have been fond of this film when both of their phones pinged. Shuffling around to reach into their pockets, they each found a new message.

Dean wondered why his brother was texting them from down the hall. He and Cas both checked the message to find an all caps “MERRY CHRISTMAS, JERKS” followed by an attachment. Cas was the first to open it, smiling radiantly at what he saw on the screen.

He turned his phone to Dean and started the video again. “I think he knows.” Dean saw zoomed in footage of the two of them, kissing in the snow. You could easily make out Dean’s astonishment and Cas’s teasing response.

Dean grabbed the cell and typed in a response. “We love you, too, bitch.” Then he tossed both phones on the table and pressed Cas down into the cushions, pillowing his head on his chest. A bell rang on screen, signaling an angel got his wings.

#Destiel Advent Calendar 2019 #fanfiction #destiel #christmas short fics

[wheremytwinwatches]

[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 23

Last time: Ling debated leadership philosophies with Bradley, we got a flashback to Scar’s bro, and Winry was Good. Onwards!

Episode 23 - “Girl on the Battlefield” Run for it, Ling! Looking a little worse for wear, Ling’s booking it through the streets as some very confused civilians look on, and Bradley gripes that “that reckless fool” is beginning to annoy him. Uh, I assume that when you tell Gluttony to follow his scent that you aren’t going to travel together? Even the most basic NPC might be curious about seeing their Fuhrer run through the streets with a Goth. In the alley Ed’s still comforting Winry as some cops clean up the rubble, he hands off the pistol to one of them and asks for Winry (still wearing his coat, daw) to be taken somewhere safe, he’s gonna go help Al out with Scar and NOPE NOPE NOPE [Ed]: “I’m sorry… When this is over, I’ll explain everything.” NOPE NOPE NOPE Boy you just guaranteed something bad is gonna happen to one of you two, do you even realize you’re in an anime? What, are you gonna ask for a picture of her “for good luck”? For Leto’s sake, Winry’s lingering grasp on Ed’s arm as he walks away… you turn around right now, buster! Don’t you DARE let things end on this note! [Winry]: “Why… why is waiting the only thing I can do?” Ok, first of all you are FAR from the mere damsel in distress, Winry. Second of all, as much as it would cheapen the whole “Winry is the creator of the Blonde Trio” thing from last episode, I can’t help but think it would be SO COOL for Winry to use this incident as a drive to learn Alchemy, or build an Iron Woman suit to help out in battle/rescue. Roy and Riza are still fiddling with the radio as reports of Winry going to Central Command come through, Riza’s off to support them in the field. Roy takes a moment to say they’ll meet up at an abandoned house outside of town and give her the address- ha, yeah no. This is Colonel Mustang we’re talking about, as if it could be that simple. Calling it now, despite Riza insisting he stay out of the field, the “address” Roy just gave her is secret orders to do something or other, and of course she won’t read them until after everything’s over. Yeesh, Ling’s still running, with Gluttony keeping close tabs on him. Aaand either he or Lan Fan are bleeding a fair amount. Bradley’s keeping up with the red trail, at the sound of an explosion just gripes about “Scar, again” and tells Gluttony to go deal with it. Ok, so it’s Lan Fan’s who’s bleeding out, she’s trying to get Ling to drop her, arguing that as much as he holds to “A king needs his people” that they’d be just as lost without him. Their clan versus one injured bodyguard? To Lan Fan there’s no choice, for the greater good someone must be left beNONONONO. Young lady you put that shuriken down this instant! Ling, stop her!

Oh for Leto’s sake, now we’ve cut away from that awfulness to Scar vs Al, who is an absolute BEAST when it comes to combat now. Earthbending giant stone hands, all Scar can do is keep jumping back and pity Al for the harm Alchemy has caused him. But Al rejects his pity, argues that it was through Alchemy that Ed saved his life, and to reject his Alchemy-supported form (but isn’t rejecting it kinda the whole point of the show? Eh, whatever) would be to reject what saved his life and the efforts of Ed. Scar’s response is Sudden Steam Cloud and an attempted sneak attack, but Ed enters the fray. Alright, time to get this battle going in earnest! [Gluttony]: “Oooh! I found you!” Ok, still of two minds about Scar and what should happen to him, but damn me if this isn’t a perfect Enemy Mine scenario. Oh hey, is this the first time that the Elric Brothers have seen Gluttony? While they’re reacting to seeing yet another Goth, Scar lays the smackdown. Alright, let’s- Cut back to the Xing alleyway? Bradley still walking along the blood trail? But what about Lan Fan? Nevermind, back to the train depot where Scar’s Hand O’ Doom did some harm to Gluttony, but then Headbutt. And a shoulder charge right into a shipping crate, good Leto. Then back to Bradley with his now [hurried footsteps] Then Gluttony getting double-kicked by the Elric Brothers to Scar’s shock (Enemy Mine, Enemy Mine, Enemy Mine…) Then Bradley turning the corner and drawing his sword What Lan Fan’s blood-covered hand Bradley shocked What No Ling, why? Why didn’t you stop her? Wait what ok what the Leto is going on now? Shirtless!Ling has just jumped out of a storm drain and holy crap he’s all pirate badass now with scimitar in his teeth and a grenade shoved down Gluttony’s gullet. But, Lan Fan… Ok, have to set that aside for now, the grenade was brutally effective against Gluttony… for just a few seconds, his upper body’s already reforming. Ling shouts for some strong cable from the Brothers, not sure if tying him up is going to be all that effective. Actually, it’s very effective; Gluttony’s regeneration is trying to counteract the pressure of the cables, meaning unless he can break the metal (which is still a possibility) then Ling’s gone and caught himself! But he still had to leave- Oh. OH. Oh my Leto that is disturbing and genius at the same time. Also, that poor dog! Seriously, dogs have had a real hard time in this show, haven’t they? [Bradley]: “That was well played, girl.” Ok, so… Lan Fan is a badass. But maybe you should get that stump looked at? Please? Up top Scar’s shocked at the revelation of a Homunculus- right, sorry buddy, but you’re still a murderer, so Riza’s gonna kneecap you while driving up in the getaway vehicle. Gotta say Riza, the white coat, glasses, and hair down look is good on you! Ah right, their Conspiracy means they have to pretend not to know it’s Riza as the MPs run up, they need to trust Roy on letting this Mysterious Stranger get away with Ling and the captured Gluttony. In the meantime… Alright Scar, just stand down and what the oh my Leto NOT NOW! I wanted you to come back to the show, little girl, but this really isn’t the time! Ok ok, we can still salvage this, she’s come all this way to see Ed so… oh, no. She’s looking for a short Alchemist in a red coat! Winry! Winry, get over here! Well ok, she’s protecting her “savior’s servant” now, deems it time to retreat so she good Leto blows up two train cars in a matter of seconds with Alchemy. Note to self: do not make May mad. Damnit damnit damnit, things were going so well but now the music’s all oppressive, Scar’s gotten away again. Meanwhile Riza’s heading to the safehouse when Ling says they need to go back for Lan Fan, Riza says ok as long as it’s quick AAAAARGH welp we’re boned, Bradley saw them and through Riza’s disguise. So much for the Conspiracy. Bradley: “That woman driving… I’m sure she’s Mustang’s. I’m tired of playing games with that upstart.” AAAARGH oh my gosh how are we only halfway through the episode AAAAARGH daw that’s a cute picture of Lan Fan eating AAAAARGH oh wait she’s armless now so she can’t even do that AAAARGH oooh is she gonna get an automail arm? Away from the depot May is patching up Scar’s leg as he broods about Winry, how no matter what he does hatred keeps spreading. The MPs are searching, so they start sneaking away… but where’s Shao May? Pffft! Looks like Al picked her up from the battle, didn’t want to leave the poor thing in danger. Said poor little panda bear tries biting back, but Soul Armor, so no. You’ve got a new master now! The Elric Brothers have been brought to Central by the MPs, where Winry’s waiting… along with Bradley. Whuh oh. [Bradley]: “That’s a nice, honest friend you’ve got there. Make sure you both take good care of her.”

Wow. Subtle. Aaaand now it’s time to tell Winry everything. Yay. Aw, Winry. It’s not selfish to want your parents to have come back. And don’t beat yourself up over waiting. Aw! Ok, that is adorable, getting a call from Rush Valley about how everyone misses her (work). But horrid flashbacks to needy retail customers aside, this is just what the doctor ordered. [Winry]: “I’m sorry… I’ll be back home soon.” (Somewhere Pinako looks up sharply and snarls “Excuse me?!”) “Just hold on… I won’t be much longer. I’ll help everyone… Thank you all.” Sorry Ed, but you’ve gotta let your mechanic get back to work. And hey, her heading back to Rush Valley means being away from Bradley’s grasp! We’re giving goodbyes at the train station, promises to take care of their automail… come on boy, spit it out! Aw, don’t chicken out on me now Ed, you turn around and- [Ed]: “The next time I make you cry, I hope they’ll be tears of joy! And Al and I will be back in our normal bodies, and I’ll make you cry out of sheer happiness! That’s a promise!” Heh! So while Winry does have to see the backs of two people she loves again (Al bumping Ed with his elbow and Shorty yapping at him), it’s on a much better note. Maybe…? [Winry]: “All this time, have I been… falling for him?” YYYYYYAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSS [So Tephi actually stopped by right when this scene happened, she’s cackling over my shoulder. I’m too giddy about this to complain, moving on.] Hey Roy! You gonna take the Elrics to the safehouse now? Oh hey Doc, what’s your role in the Conspiracy now? Ah right, Lan Fan and her missing arm. Yikes, no anesthesia? I know this isn’t a hospital but dang, Lan Fan I’m so sorry. So is Ed, but Ling shuts him down, saying he was the one who suggested this. Aw dude, please stop beating yourself up. Hey, she’s awake! And got the idea to use her arm as bait from when Ed did it fighting them, hah! Still, hard to be a bodyguard when missing a limb. Perhaps a certain mechanic could help you out? Come on Ling, get up and check on your lady friend! Or chat with Roy, that works for now. Alright, good to see everyone getting along. Now to deal with the Goth Ball you have in the side room- [Roy]: “He and his friends appear to have connections among some of the military’s senior staff.” [Ling]: “Just some, you say? It goes far deeper than that. Your Fuhrer, King Bradley…” *Open Eyes of Seriousness* [Ling]: “I believe it’s possible that he’s a Homunculus too.” Here we go, reveal time! Ling recounts how he saw an Uroboros tattoo under Bradley’s eyepatch, working with Gluttony against him and Lan Fan. But Ling doesn’t get the same “Goth-Sense” from Bradley that comes from Gluttony, and the others argue that Goths can’t reproduce and he has a son. But Doc says that the kid is adopted. No direct blood relation. Roy says regardless of him being monster or human, it just makes it easier to kick him out of the boss’ chair. For now, it’s time to interrogate Gluttony, then get his Stone to heal Havoc/be taken back to Xing/heal the Elric Brothers… aw man, it’s Ruby Madness.

Come on guys, it’s a Philosopher’s Stone! Horrific origins aside, it can work for all of you, just set up a schedule and- Uh oh. Gluttony just overheard “Colonel Mustang”, recognizes the name as the one that killed Lust. And he Bulks out and oh good Leto what’s wrong with your stomach buddy, eyes do not go there. Fellas? You may want to ru GAH what the Leto was that?!

#wmtw #where my twin watches #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemist brotherhood #fmab #fmab 23 #ranubis

[marvelousbirthdays]

Happy Birthday, detroitsredwings

November 14-A Daisy Johnson fic - if Oz can do it, I'd love something in the strike team uncles verse, otherwise not picky about the Daisy ship or prompt, for @detroitsredwings

Written by @ozhawkauthor

“Mommy,” Casey tugged at Daisy’s hand. “Mommy, can I pet it? I think it’s tame.” 

Daisy was quite sure that tame was not an adjective which could ever be applied to Rocket the Racoon. “He’s not a pet, sweetie.” She leaned down to whisper in her daughter’s ear. “He might be offended. Like if a complete stranger came up and tried to touch your hair.”

Casey rolled her blue eyes. “People try to do that all the time.”

“And you don’t like it, and Daddy glares a lot and then the strangers usually retreat very fast. So. Petting people you don’t know is rude, and although Rocket is shaped more like an animal than most other people, I think it’d still be rude to try and pet him.”

“But what if I asked?” Casey was clearly not going to let the thought go that easily.

“Casey, the answer is no.” It was time to put her foot down. Daisy couldn’t risk the Guardians team getting offended. Casey had already commented on Gamora’s green skin and Mantis’ antennae, fortunately with complimentary adjectives that had obviously predisposed both women to be charmed by her.

“Well, what about the tree? I’m good at climbing trees.”

“I am Groot!”

Great, the tree had apparently been eavesdropping. He - or possibly it, or they, Daisy really needed to inquire about preferred pronouns - bent down towards Casey, twigs rustling. It was clearly an inviting posture.

“You really wouldn’t mind?” Daisy checked cautiously.

“I am Groot.”

“Groot likes children.” Gamora was suddenly standing next to her, making Daisy twitch slightly. And she’d thought May moved quietly! “Don’t worry, she’ll be quite safe. Don’t take her where her mother can’t see her, okay, Groot?” she addressed the tree, who agreed that it was Groot again as Casey climbed up into its branches. “Your daughter’s adorable,” she added as the pair swayed off.

“She’s my adopted daughter,” Daisy admitted. “Her father’s my soulmate, but we’ve only been together a few months.”

“And she’s already calling you Mommy.” Gamora’s face tightened a little. “Trust me, we all know about adoptive families.” She gestured at Groot, at the rest of her team consulting with Coulson and May. “When you find your people, you gotta grab on tight.”

“Casey does a top job of that,” Daisy said with a grin. “She’ll be calling you Auntie Gamora in no time, if you’ll let her.”

Gamora looked startled, but then she returned the smile shyly. “Do you know, I think I’d quite like to be Auntie Gamora.”

“We are Groot!” Groot lurched past, Casey squealing with delight.

“Watch the branches, Groot!” Gamora warned. “It looks like Groot already adopted her. I know Mantis is dying to touch her, too, but she’ll ask your permission first. She loves kids even more than Groot does - she can feel their innocence and joy when she touches them. She won’t stop smiling for a week.”

“We are Groot!”

Daisy laughed as she watched Groot and Casey careening around the room. Casey had a couple of branches in her hands and was using them to steer.

“Whoa, horsie tree!” she yelled as the door swung open and Jack stepped through.

Confronted by his daughter riding high in the branches of an ambulatory tree, Jack admirably kept his cool, though his hand did drop to the gun on his hip briefly, he caught Daisy’s eye and swiftly lifted it away again. Which was good, because Gamora had reacted to that even slight threat by grabbing for her own weapons. Daisy wasn’t fool enough to try to stop her, though she did say quietly;

“Stand down, Gamora. That’s my husband. He just got back from a mission.”

“Big guy,” Gamora murmured, her muscles still tense, but she took her hands off her weapons as Jack made his way toward them, laughing at Casey and Groot’s antics.

“He sure is.” A proprietorial little smile tugged at Daisy’s lips.

Jack slipped his arm around her waist, leaned down to kiss her lips in greeting. “I see our daughter’s made a new conquest.”

“Oh, she’s adopted them all into the family already,” Daisy said blithely. “Some of them just don’t know it yet.”

The meeting on the other side of the room was breaking up. Rocket stepped out of the little group and called to Groot.

“Hey, buddy, settle down before you crash something, huh?”

“I am Groot!”

“We are Groot,” Casey added happily, and the raccoon looked up at her, folding his arms and shaking his head.

“Really, Groot? Stealing cubs now?”

“We are Groot!” Groot and Casey protested in unison, and Casey tugged on Groot’s branches, an apparent signal the tree-alien understood, because Groot leaned forward and Casey scrambled down. She was exactly the same height as Rocket, and the pair stared at each other intently for a moment.

“I’m Casey,” she said, not at all shy, “and you’re Rocket.”

“That’s right.”

“Can I touch your tail?”

“Casey!” Daisy bolted across the room. “I’m so sorry,” she said hastily to Rocket, “she’s only seven, she’s never met any, ah… sentient aliens who look… fluffy? Oh God, now I’m probably being offensive. I do apologize.”

Rocket was actually laughing, showing needle-sharp fangs. “I’m not offended, Agent. But your daughter does need to learn that small and fluffy doesn’t necessarily equate to harmless. She’s too trusting.”

Leaning down to hug Casey, Daisy buried her face briefly in sweet-smelling golden curls before looking back at Rocket. “Actually, Casey’s not at all trusting… of humans. She’s already learned the hard way there are much higher risks of humans turning out to be not-harmless than aliens. In fact, her strike rate with aliens is currently 100%.”

“Good thing she hasn’t met my father,” Gamora muttered under her breath.

Rocket looked at Casey, up at Daisy and Jack, back at Casey again. “Seven Earth years old,” he said. “With obviously loving, protective parents, and she’s still learned ‘the hard way’?”

Jack grimaced. “I ran afoul of Hydra, if you know who that is. Casey paid the price.”

“I’ve heard about Hydra.” Rocket looked at Casey again, and then he reached behind him, gathered his tail over his arm, and said “Kid, I’m gonna make you a one-time-only offer. You can pet the tail. Just this once.”

“I am Groot?”

“Says the tree who was just givin’ her rides around the room!” Rocket glared, but there was no heat in it, and Casey already had her hands buried up to the wrists in the thick fluffiness of his banded tail.

“You’re so soft,” Casey said admiringly. “Mom,” she turned her head to address Daisy without taking her hands off Rocket’s tail, obviously determined to make the most of his one-time offer, “could Groot and Rocket come to tea with me? Pleeeaaase?”

“Once we’ve had the necessary conversations about dietary requirements,” Daisy hedged, “yes, of course.”

“Groot will eat anything green, leafy and raw,” Rocket said cheerfully. “I’ll eat anything.”

It took just about everything Daisy had in her not to say the words ‘trash panda’. She caught Jack’s eye and had to look away before she broke up laughing.

“In that case, we’d be delighted if you’d join us for tea with Casey. All of you.” She looked at Gamora, smiled. “Auntie Gamora.”

That shy little smile tugged at Gamora’s lips again. “Maybe we should let Casey decide whether, and when, she wants to call me that.”

Daisy just laughed.

#Daisy Johnson

[b0osblog]

Mafia Blood- Chapter 2

quick warning, intense and graphic scenery in the later parts of this chapter, but I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

Didn’t you know? People hate it when the strong one breaks. When you’re everyone’s therapist, you aren’t allowed to make mistakes.

                                                                                                     -Eric Van Vuren

~1 month prior~

 “Hey wanna see what I can do with my tongue?” Kryoz’s voice rung out into the silence as both Smitty and him stared at the monitors.

“Let me guess, you finally managed to lick your nose?” Smiity replied, turning his head to look at the blond beside him.

And sure enough he had succeeded, grinning like the idiot he was.

"God damn it John!” Smitty laughed out, throwing a piece of unused paper at him.

“It made you laugh!”

“Yeah… maybe so… but-” Smitty threw another piece of paper at Kryoz, it hitting him square in the nose.

Kryoz mocked being shocked and offended.

“You… You’re definitely gonna get it now!” Kryoz snapped playfully, throwing the piece of paper back and ducking behind a chair.

They continued for hours, paper littered everywhere, forts made out of the rolling chairs.

“You are definitely not winning asshole.” Smitty’s laughter rung out as he threw a piece of paper at the blond haired male across the room.

“Just ‘cause you cheat and turn into a shadow.” Kryoz growled back playfully, smirking as he threw the piece of paper back.

“How else would I win?”

Smitty let out a laugh as the paper fazed through his body.

“Dip shi-”

“John look-” Smitty pointed at a monitor, his smile dropping and replaced with horror and concern.

“Ohm…” John breathed out, paling at the sight.

“Get Gorilla.” Smitty rushed the words out.

He turned into a shadow and took off, John following suit but heading further into the office like home, yelling for their healer.

 “Hey Buddy,” Smitty caught Ohm as he fell. “You don’t look too good…”

“Hey smit…. Had a bad run in…. Wildcat… he di-” Ohm began to cough violently, his body shuddering with the effort to breathe.

“How about we try to limit the talking until Gorilla gets here, ok man?”

Ohm nodded, forcing a smile, a little blood trickled down his chin.

“Looks like they got ya a little bloodied up, huh?” Smitty laughed nervously, moving Ohm so he was leaning on him more.

Ohm laughed a little, it turning into a coughing fit.

“Look, Kryoz is on his way with Gorilla ok? Just hang in a little longer.”

Ohm groaned but nodded, crumbling a little further into Smitty.

They continued slowly making their way towards the entrance.

“For the love of heaven and hell, please stay with us…” tears formed at the edge of Smitty’s eyes, “We can’t lose you too…”

They made it to the door, Ohms’ breath shallowing further and further. Smitty laid him against the wall, applying pressure to as many of the wounds littering his torso and chest as he could. The gashes were deep. The suit he wore tattered, soaked and stained with his blood.

“John! You might wanna hurry your fucking ass up! He’s losing heaps of blood!” Smitty yelled out, his voice cracking a little bit as some tears slipped out and rolled down his cheeks, leaving glowing trails of red and blue.

“Come on bud, hold on for us.”

Ohm’s eye’s fluttered in response. It was the only thing that told Smitty that he was alive along with the harsh, but shallow intakes of breath.

The sound of someone smacking into a wall made Smitty look up to see kryoz with a panicked expression, pulling himself from the wall.

“Well whe-”

“I’M HERE!” A deep and panicked shout was followed by a bearded man, safely making it around the corner, not hitting any walls.

Kryoz skidded to a halt on his knees, lifting Ohm up so Gorilla could better see the damage.

“Gorilla I don’t know how much blood he’s lost but he’s barely responding now.”

“I- he’s still…. He’s still saveable right?” Kryoz asked, his voice cracking a little.

Gorilla kneeled between the duo and placed his hands on Ohm’s chest.

“Like hell I’m gonna let him die.”

Gorilla breathed out calmly, his eyes closed and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. A faint purple glow began to emanate from his hands and he opened his eyes, the same purplish glow consuming them. The wounds along Ohm’s body slowly started stitching itself back together.

A flash of purple blinded the duo next to the healer. 

They blinked, their surroundings slowly coming back to them. They first noticed Ohm’s wounds were healed and then Gorilla slumped on the floor, the colour drained from his dark face.

“I’ll carry Gorilla, you carry Ohm.” Kryoz said as he lifted Gorilla up.

“I hope that Gorilla didn’t hurt himself…” Smitty’s voice held concern as he moved to pick Ohm up.

“Smitty, He’ll be fine. I think he just used a little too much juice. He’ll come to in a few hours, so will Ohm.”

Smitty nodded and began to walk towards the doors to the infirmary.

“Yeah…”

 “How is he recovering?” A man with dark rings under his eyes spoke.

“He’s doing fine, have you been sleeping enough? Y’know you can’t run a mafia business if you’re tired all the time, Moo.”

“Gorilla. I know you’re our healer and all, but you don’t need to worry about-“

“That’s the point. I’m a healer, it’s my job to worry about you. About everyone in this building in fact.”

“I guess I have… There’s been a lot of paper work… and Frank from Dracu Rosu has requested a meeting with us. He still hasn’t given a date but anything with him means-”

“Dealing with Cartoonz.” Gorilla finished.

“How’s Smitty dealing? I know after he brought in Ohm he just disappeared. Kryoz said he couldn’t even get him to talk.”

“He looks fine. He’s just shaken up. You gotta remember he’s lost a lot of people he cares about.”

“I know… I just-”

“You’re being Moo. You’re being the boss who cares.” Gorilla interrupted and put a hand on his boss’s shoulder, “and that’s all there is to it.”

Moo nodded in defeat. “Yeah.”

The doors burst open and startled the duo.

“Daddy! Daddy! I saw someone! I saw mommy!” A little girl, with long brown hair came running in, tear streaks covering her cheeks.

Moo turned to the girl and picked her shaking form up.

“It’s OK sweetie, she’s just watching over us, OK?” His voice was soft and gentle as he patted the girls back.

“But she said… she said bad things were going to happen.”

Gorilla peered at the little girl with care. “Did she say what was coming?”

She shook her head. “No. All she said to do was get Lui and Panda. He’s back.”

Moo Paled.

“Brock…-” Gorilla started, reaching out a hand to try and comfort him.

“Get Kryoz and Smitty and call them to my office. After you do that, wait here for when Ohm wakes up then join us.” Moo pulled away and turned towards the office.

Gorilla nodded. “OK boss.”

Gorilla turned away and made his way to the elevator, leaving Moo to calm his daughter down.

 “Smitty…” Gorilla knocked on the door. “Can I come in?”

A muffled ‘come in’ could be heard and Gorilla opened the door.

“How are you doing?” Gorilla asked gently.

“Fine.”

“Kryoz said you weren’t talking.”

“I needed time.”

“Understandable.” Gorilla paused for a moment, uncertain if he should tell him.

 “What is it you’re keeping from me?” Smitty scowled turning from his place on the floor.

“I’m not keeping anything, I-“

“Don’t bullshit me Mark!”

Gorilla flinched and exhaled carefully.

“He’s back….” It was almost inaudiable

Smitty seized up.

“No.” He stood up abruptly. “No! He… I THOUGHT HE WAS DEAD! YOU GUYS TOLD ME HE WAS DEAD!”

“We thought he was Smit, I…” Gorilla sighed before continuing, “When you’re ready, Moo wants you in the office.”

“Get out.” The defeat in Smitty’s voice hurt the healer as he turned to leave.

“We really did smit-”

“No. Don’t call me that.” He sounded on the verge of tears again.

Gorilla left, closing the door behind him.

“...I’m sorry…”

Gorilla made his way down to the elevator.

“I hope Kryoz deals with this better…”

 Kryoz paced the monitor room. He didn’t know what to do. Smitty was out of it.

“God I wish there was some way I could comfort you better Smit…” Kryoz ran a hand through his white hair as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I guess you just need space…”

Kryoz took a seat at the monitors, watching them intently.

After a few minutes, his attention was taken from the monitors by a knock at the door.

He kept his back to the door.

“If it’s news on Ohm or Smitty you can come in, if it isn’t piss off.” Kryoz huffed as he continued to watch the monitors.

The door opened to reveal Gorilla.

“It’s not but I have serious news.”

Kryoz sensed the uneasiness, stood and faced Gorilla, eye’s narrowing.

He took a deep breath before speaking, “And that news would be?” 

There was an edge to his voice. A hint to Gorilla that it would be in his best interests to tell him and leave.

“The boss wants you in the office once you’re done… venting…”

The tension in Kryoz’s shoulders made his muscles look as though they were about to snap.

“Spit it out!” He snapped.

“He’s not dead. I’ll see you in Moo’s office.” Gorilla shot out quickly and closed the door, hurrying away from the room.

An angered scream could be heard and- what could only be assumed to be one of the monitors- smash against a wall followed by a string of curses.

Another wad of money down the drain....

 “NOT FUCKING DEAD!? I MADE SURE! I FUCKING- YOU KNOW WHAT?! FUCK THIS SHIT!” Kryoz screamed as he threw another monitor, flipping the table that held all of the scrunched up bits of paper from the earlier play fight him and Smitty had.

Tears pricked his eyes.

“Why…?” He collapsed to the ground, hugging his knees to his chest. “I… I did… I made sure though…”

The tears finally escaped and he sobbed. The memories resurfacing and brings with it a pain he had hoped and thought he would never feel again.

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Alex Høgh playing with cute little pets! He loves them and frets over them constantly. You should drabble this for me :)

oh gorl, PREPARE! also, my cat thought it was time to snuggle on my left arm. yes ON MY ARM, SHES HEAVY. HALP

You had hamsters. 3 to be exact. 

1 fluffy gray one. 2 years old and still going strong. Named Chester.

1 panda bear one. 1 year old, low key loves to be out with you. Named Roman. 

and 1 fluffy white and brown one. only 4 months old. still scared of pretty much everything but is still 10/10 good boi. Named Alvin for his red eyes. 

Anyway. 

Your boyfriend, Alex, was infatuated with how tame they seemed to be. The ones he had encountered liked to bite and try to run. But yours? They snuggled. The licked his lips, eyes, and just all around were the complete opposite. 

One night, Chester was out roaming around, and so was Roman. Alex made sure that they didn’t get close to each other. Chester decided that he was tired, so he crawled up into Alex’s lap. He started scratching away at his sweats, biting softly to try to get the fabric away from that spot so he could just snuggle up to Alex’s skin. Alex chuckles, watching in awe. Chester plops down on his belly, a heavy sigh as he settles into his spot. Alex begins to softly pet Chester. 

“Babe, look!” He whispers, nudging you with his elbow. 

“Yes Alex.” You chuckle, being used to your boys snuggling with you. 

“This is the best thing. He’s so precious.” 

“Only when he’s sleeping.” 

“All the time, hoe.” He playfully slaps your knee. Roman stands at attention on his hind legs, sniffing around. Like the speed of light, he is off across the couch, climbing up Alex’s leg. Alex quickly pushes Roman off his leg, causing the small creature to fall onto his back and topple over. Roman is quick to stand up on his feet. 

“Oh my God! I am so sorry Ro!” He picks up the small yet chubby pet, checking him for any injuries. “You gotta be careful around the old man.” 

“Daddy’s mean, isn’t he Roman?” Roman looks over to you, knowing your voice and loving it. 

“I’m sorry buddy boy. Daddy didn’t mean it.” He kisses Roman all over, to which Roman uses his front paws to push him away. 

“I’m gonna go put him back. Get littlest out.” You stand and grasp Roman the way you grasp all your hamsters. 

“Not so rough! Don’t manhandle my middle son!” 

“He’s fine, Alexander.” You roll your eyes and put the tuddy boy away. “Alvie!” You exclaim in your high pitched voice. His little head pops up, getting all excited. You slowly reach your hand in and grab him. “Come to momma. Oh, its okay littlest.” You bring him to your chest, and let him survey his surroundings. 

“Be careful with my babies, wench.” 

“Bite him for me Al.” You push him into Alex’s face. 

“They’re fragile.” 

“Chester has taken so many falls and he is still here. Been bitten on the nose twice and is still living the good life. They may be small, but they are resilient.” 

“I still worry about my babies.” 

“I know. You cried when Roman got bit by Chester when he was a baby.” 

“I’m a dad, what do you expect? Didn’t you do the same thing?” 

“That’s beside the point.” 

“Hey you little wench, get away from my babies.” He swats at the general direction of your cat. 

“Oh I can’t wait to see what he’s like with human children.” 

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Babysit

Word count: 1,661

Fluff galore

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“Leo you can’t pull aunt y/ns’ hair when I hold you,” I warn and he had the cutest giggle as he lets go. “Mama, mama!” He blubbers and I shake my head. “I’m not mama, I’m aunt y/n.” I remind him but my heart feels full to even be around a child, let alone my own nephew.

“Y/n I’m home, oh there’s a baby,” Ashton yells through the corridor but quiets down when he sees me on the couch with Leo. “My sister needed to get a lot of stuff done today and asked if I could watch Leo,” I explain and Ash comes closer. “Ash ash!” Leo trots over to Ashton and I deadpan.

How does Leo remember Ashton’s name but not mine? I’m his aunt, his blood. I feel so betrayed, well not really but this kid will learn my name by the end of the day.

“Leo! My little buddy.” Ash plops on the floor and Leo engulfs him in a hug. Ashton was giggling and so was Leo, Ashton kept giving him kisses all over Leo’s face. “Ash!” He yells in his baby voice, my heart was all giddy and tight.

Ash and I have been married for 2 years and we never explored having kids. He promised me that once the newest album was out and the tour was over, he was gonna be all about having a baby with me.

Seeing Ashton play so well with Leo made me sad in a way, I have always loved children. I have a huge family and seeing everyone with their children always made my heart hurt a little. I have never blamed Ashton’s career for me not getting that connection as a mother, and I would never blame him. That’s not my job to.

Sometimes in our lives, we have to decide when is the right time and I commend Ashton for holding off because he didn’t want me raising our child alone. It’s helped that my sister had Leo 18 months ago, I had time with a baby in my family that wasn’t just going to my 2nd cousin. Leo was my nephew and I felt like being an aunt was a higher title than a cousin.

It’s always the way that mothers have that immediate connection to their babies. Like if I am holding Leo and he’s all loving to me, but my sister could walk in and we wouldn’t matter anymore. The moment he sees his mom, it’s all her. That’s her son and he will always choose her. I just want that connection.

“Mama mama!” Leo comes running back to me, taking me out of my thoughts, and I grin a little when he collides with my legs. “Baby boy, I am not your mama, I’m Y/n,” I say again for the second time today. “Eat. Eat.” He chants and I pick him up in my arms. “Let’s see what we have in the kitchen, Leo.” I walk into the kitchen and I hear Ashton follow. “Here I’ll take him as you look around,” Ash suggests and takes him out of my arms, putting him on the counter softly.

I pull the yogurt out the fridge, grabbing one of the CapriSuns that Ashton still buys for himself. I grab the smallest spoon and stick the straw inside the drink. Leo starts clapping and giggling in excitement, I open the strawberry yogurt and dip the spoon in. He opens his mouth voluntarily and I feed him it. Ashton holds the drink out for him once Leo swallowed the yogurt.

That cycle continued until the yogurt was half empty and Leo was obviously full. “Let’s go watch some Paw Patrol,” I say and guide Leo off the countertop, he runs as fast as he can towards the living room with his short little legs.

He tries to get on the couch but he didn’t have the height to. Ashton sits down and lifts him up beside him, but Leo climbs onto Ashton’s lap. I turn on the tv and find Paw Patrol, then situate myself beside Ash, he wraps his arm around me.

I start to flutter my eyes close, I’ve been so exhausted from just the past 4 hours that he’s been here. I’m just glad Ashton finally came home so I could catch a break. Just as I felt myself doze off, a smell hit me like a truck.

I have been around babies my whole life and I know exactly how shit smells like from a tiny human. I check the back of his diaper and of course, I was right. “Okay Leo, let’s get our diaper changed,” I say and Leo whines a little, he’s always hated this part. I start to get up but Ashton pushes me back a little. “I’ve got this, I’ve seen Calum do it to Mason. I’ve got this in the bag.” He reassures and stands up with Leo, grabbing his diaper bag off the loveseat.

I hear Ashton cooing at Leo and I can only imagine that Ashton is making faces at him, only because I could hear the loudest giggles ever. “Isn’t uncle Ashton the best! I’m the best, aren’t I?” I hear Ashton’s baby voice. “Ash Ash!” I hear Leo shout.

Ashton settles back down beside me, we all get in the same position but this time Leo is laying on Ashton’s chest. “30-minute power nap?” Ashton asks and I nod frantically.

—

“Aren’t you the cutest baby, aren’t you?” Ashton’s voice wakes me up. “You are gonna be the cutest cousin to my little baby, you can protect the baby. Then, we can have sleepovers with you, Mason, Michaels’s little baby Leah. Hopefully, Luke has a little baby too and it’ll be a whole 5sos party with you included.” I hear him ramble and Leo just laughs at his toys, having no idea what was going on.

Ashton starts to trot the little-stuffed panda bear closer to Leo. “Panda is gonna get you!” Ashton says as he gets closer with it. “Ah, He got you!” He tried to stay as quiet as he could, Leo erupts with laughter. “No!” He yells and Ashton makes the shushing sound. “Aunt Y/n is sleeping, we don’t want to wake her. She’s a big bad bear when she wakes up. Shhhh.” Ashton whispers and I roll my eyes, but he’s right.

My mind goes back to Ashton mentioning having his own baby, it made me want to smile but I didn’t want Ashton knowing I was awake. I would love to have a baby with him and I know that the last music festival they’re playing at is like 3 weeks from now.

I try to imagine our baby girl having his soft curls, my eyes but Ashton’s nose. I hope to god that she would have Ashton’s laugh. She’d have his dirty blonde hair and maybe the color of my hair included. If it was a boy, I can only imagine him being an exact copy of Ashton, just a miniature version.

The knocking on the door ‘wakes’ me up from my sleep. “I got it,” I say and roll off the couch, when I open the door I see my sister. “Hey, come in. He’s had his nap and ate some yogurt for lunch. He’s probably due for another meal.” I say as we both walk towards the living room. Leo was helping Ashton put his toys back inside the diaper bag. “Good job helping uncle Ashton, buddy,” Ashton says as he hugs him gently.

“C’mon baby, say goodbye and give kisses to uncle Ashton and aunt Y/n.” My sister says and Leo runs back to Ashton. Leo covers Ashton’s face with kisses, yelling bye and saying ‘Ash Ash.’ Leo runs to me and I squat down, he does the same thing with the kisses. “Bye-bye, aunt Y/n.” He tries to pronounce my name and my eyes widen. “He finally said it!” I cheer and my sister gives me a look. “He says your name all the time at home, it’s always when he sees the picture of us 3 at my wedding.” My sister admits and I grin... that little brat.

“Bye guys, be careful going home,” I say as Ash and I walk with them towards the door. Once they leave, Ash and I walk back into the living room, collapsing beside each other. We both sigh loudly.

I change the channel to Ghost Adventures and I listen to a ‘ghost’ screaming in one of the buildings they’re in. “I want one,” Ashton says and I turn my head to him. “A ghost?” I ask in a confused voice. “No, a baby. I want one with you right now.” He boldly confirms and I smile.

“Well, you know you can’t just get one right this moment,” I say jokingly and he rolls his eyes playfully. “Yes, but we can always try right now. My last festival is in 3 weeks, but for a while, I will be all yours.” He suggests and starts kissing my neck. I push him off a little and look into his eyes.

“Ash, this is serious. I don’t want to have a baby right now if you’re going to just to have to leave soon after I give birth. I would never want to hold you back from your career.” I was being serious and I see his eyes soften. “Baby, you’re my wife and giving me our child will never hold me back. Family will always come before music, you know this. Calum had Mason and Mikey had Leah, they both took time off and we all obliged. They will do the same for us.” He says and my heart feels giddy again.

“Let’s have a baby,” I say and his eyes widen. “Let’s have a baby?” He repeats and I nod quickly.

“Thank god.” He says as he pounces on top of me.

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[dr-gloom]

To Join You By Your Side

For Halloween! Day 31 of @sanderssidesspook‘s Spook Month!

Prompt: The Big Spook

Fandom: Sander’s Sides

Pairing: Sleepxiety

Words: 3,193

Summary: This was by far the scariest thing Virgil has ever done in his life. He’s planned for this day for months, put up with things he never would have before, just to see this day happen. All for Remy. 

Tags/Warnings: flashbacks, cute nerds, self deprecation, halloween festivities, I’m trying to tag this without giving anything away, Human AU

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Virgil was scared. No, scratch that, he was terrified. The walls were closing in, looming high above him. Shadows were slithering from every corner and crevice to swallow him up. He pulls at the cuffs of his costume - because that’s all this was, a costume - nervously. He’d been planning this for months. Dozens of phone calls, meetings, and compromises to make this happen. All the near-heart-attacks from listening to the phone ring just to hear it be answered and that split second of silence that made his breathing stop.

Virgil paced his living room anxiously, wearing a path into the old, dingy carpet. He listened to the sound of the phone ringing, heart beating a little too quickly and his anxiety ratcheting up with every pause between ringing. Finally, finally- the call was answered. There was silence for a split second, and then-

“Jack and Jill’s Flower Garden, how may I help you?”

Virgil swallowed nervously. “Ah, yeah, I uh- I need to order two dozen bouquets of uh…” He looks at the small list in his hand, the paper crumpled from his anxious fidgeting. “Double Orange Begonias, Orange Ranunculus Victoria, and Eggplant Calla Lilies.”

“Can I get an address for delivery?”

Virgil gives them the address and hangs up, his heart hammering in his chest. God, he hated phone calls. He has to sit on the carpet and practice his breathing exercise for a few minutes before he’s calm enough.

He must’ve just debated cancelling this whole thing a dozen times, but it wasn’t about him, and he would never do that. Not to Remy, who’d been looking forward to this so much (if it wasn’t for the fact that he was so busy, he’d be the one planning this).

Because today wasn’t just about him. Today was about the both of them. Virgil had searched for the perfect place to pull this off for months, searched for just the right things to make sure this went perfectly. Practicing his lines over and over and over again until he could recite them in his sleep. Then he worried that he had said them in his sleep and ruined everything. Ruined the surprise. Someone knocked on the door and he jumped, his heart skipping a beat. Patton opened the door sheepishly and smiled at Virgil. “Hey kiddo, you ready?”

Patton was wearing a nice black suit and light blue tie, fangs just barely poking past his lips, only really visible when he smiled.

Virgil nodded, tugging on his cuffs one last time before leaving his impromptu dressing room and taking his place. He looked around the room. Bouquets are placed strategically around the room (Logan had been adamant about finding the perfect balance). Spider’s webs are draped over every piece of furniture. Orange and black accents are placed around the room, ribbon running along the walkway. This was going to be the scariest thing he’d ever done.

Today was Virgil’s wedding.

He stood at the front of the church (he’d been hesitant about having their wedding in a church since neither of them were religious, but Remy promised it was ironic as hell, especially since their wedding was on Halloween) next to the minister, anxiously playing with the cufflinks on his jacket. He was never one for suits, because he didn’t like how constricting they felt, but he and Remy had spent a week making little changes to their outfits as a sort of compromise. Virgil was sort of a Frankenstein’s monster kind of thing (closer to Sally, really), with purple plaid patches sewn onto the suit and the odd bunch of fake leaves sticking out between seams and folds in the fabric. He used liquid latex and fake stitching to make it look like he was sewn together. Remy was supposed to be a zombie.

Patton, Logan, Roman, sat in the front row, giving Virgil the odd encouraging smile or nod when he’d glance their way. He gives them a shaky smile, adjusting a fake leaf that keeps tickling his neck. Declan, who stands next to him as his best man, squeezes his shoulder. A more suspenseful version of The Wedding March starts up, and Virgil stiffens. Shit, it’s starting. Shit shit shit shit. Virgil stands at attention, looking over towards the doors. Everyone stands and looks as well.

Remy enters in his torn and dirtied suit, face makeup making his skin look dead and decaying, one lense of his (spare) shades shattered to reveal a sunken-in eye. Virgil had to hand it to Remy, he really knew his makeup. He briefly lost himself in his fiancé, forgetting that he was supposed to be scared out of his mind. It wasn’t until Remy was almost next to him that he remembered that this was a wedding and he was getting married oh god what was Remy doing marrying him?

The music stops, everyone sits, and the minister smiles kindly at the room. “Hello all. Shall we begin?” With a slightly jerky nod from Virgil and a smirk from Remy, he starts. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union between two souls in a bond of holy matrimony...”

Virgil looks over Remy’s face, taking in the liquid latex deforming his features and making him look dead and decayed. He thinks about the first time they met.

Virgil liked to come to the park at night when he was feeling overwhelmed. It was calm, quiet, and it held a strange air of other-worldness that made you feel like you were the only living being left. He liked that feeling when the world has become too much (the rest of the time? Not so much). He was sitting on one of the park’s benches, facing the empty soccer fields with his headphones over his ears, listening to Twenty One Pilots. In his opinion, they perfectly captured that feeling you got from witnessing an abandoned swing set. The perfect mood music for when your mind was spiralling and you needed it to stop. He pulled himself out of his thoughts to focus on the lyrics.

“Though I'm weak

Beaten down

I'll slip away

Into the sound

The ghost of you

Is close to me

I'm inside out

You're underneath”

Virgil saw something out of the corner of his eye and tensed up. Oh god, figures. On the one night he just wanted to be alone he’d been found by a park-going serial killer. He was gonna die. They were gonna kill him and he wouldn’t be found until morning and he’d ruin some poor kid’s memory of parks forever. That kid was going to need so much thera-

Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped, screaming and ripping his headphones off.

The man puts his hands up, a clear Starbucks cup in one hand. “Whoa, babe, calm-”

“I- I am no one’s babe, fuck you!”

The man takes a step back. “Ooookaaayyyy. Let’s take a deep breath, yeah? I just wanted to ask if you knew where we are right now, because I sure don’t.”

Virgil blinks, going lax and staring at the man with complete confusion. “I… What?”

“I’m so lost right now.”

“You and me both, buddy.”

The man shakes his head. “No, I mean, I have no clue where we are. What park is this?” Virgil looks around. Was this a prank?

“Uh…. Richmont.”

The man just stares at him.

“...By the Cleaver Mall?”

Nothing.

“Do you even live in Randsy?”

The man sighs. “Nope. Treeling.”

Okay, that wasn’t too far, actually, but… “How the hell did you get all the way here without knowing where you’re going?”

He laughs lightly. “I have no idea.”

“...wrote their own vows. Mr. Nocturn will be sharing his first.”

Virgil blinks, bringing himself back to the present moment. Remy smiles, knowing exactly what had just happened. His smile warps the decaying flesh on his face a bit, though he doesn’t seem to notice or care. Virgil smiles back, one of his small, secretive smiles, and Remy finally begins speaking.

“Virge, I never thought that I’d ever meet someone like you. Having you in my life has made me so much happier.” He laughs lightly, taking Virgil’s hands. “You know I get lost a lot, but now I’ll only get lost in you, baby. You’re the ice to my latte, the steam to my green tea, the spice to my pumpkin. I couldn’t live without you, even if I wanted to, and I’m so happy that you said yes, babe.” His voice gets softer, his eyes a little misty. “I want to grow old with you. I want to share the covers on winter nights, be your heater when you get cold, have sappy romantic Lady and the Tramp moments with spaghetti dinners, and watch Nightmare before Christmas every night of October. I want to work with you, to grow with you, to laugh and cry with you, because you’re the reason I try. You’re the reason I can laugh and smile, and see the beauty in the world, as well as the dark. Because even if you consider yourself dark and gloomy, you need the darkness to appreciate the light. You complete me, and I can’t wait to finally start living life with you.”

Remy had tears in his eyes, and he was smiling, but he refused to cry. As he would tell Virgil on any given day, crying would totally ruin his mascara. Virgil didn’t know how he did it; he was certain he’d start crying any second. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was happy or scared, though.

“Are you… Are you sure?”

Remy laughed lightly. “Why would I have asked you to marry me if I wasn’t sure?”

Virgil frowns. “Because I’m… Me.”

“I’m not sure I follow, babe.”

Virgil sighs. “I just… Are you sure you wanna be stuck with me for the rest of our lives? I mean…. I’m gloomy. Depressing. I talk about creepy and weird and depressing shit and I’m always in a crappy mood and half the time I don’t even want to talk or leave the house.”

Remy smiles at him sadly. “Babe, I love you because of your faults, not in spite of them.”

“But… how?” How could Remy love the parts of him that even he didn’t like? The parts he wished he could change, or just get rid of? It didn’t make any sense.

“It doesn’t have to make sense,” Remy said, as if he was reading Virgil’s mind. “Feelings hardly ever really make sense, Virge. You taught me that, remember? You don’t have to understand where they come from or why they’re there to be able to accept them. Just like I don’t need to understand my love for you to know that it’s real.”

Virgil could feel the tears building on his lashes. He loved Remy so much, but he was afraid of trapping the other in a marriage he would regret. Virgil knew he wasn’t an easy person to get along with. He knew that eventually Remy would get sick of him, and he couldn’t stand the thought of that. But god, he was selfish. He wanted to know what it’d be like to wake up next to the man he loved and be able to say “my husband” when talking to friends or co-workers. Even if it hurt them both in the long run, he desperately wanted something to hold on to.

Virgil blinked the memory from his vision, the perfect, smiling face of his fiancé being replaced with the grey and decaying version with tears in his eyes. Virgil blinked again and twin tears fell down his cheeks. He hurried to wipe them away, giving a weak, shaky laugh. Their friends watch on with loving smiles as Remy takes his hands and kisses his cheeks where his tears once sat. Virgil takes a few deep breaths, the first one shaky, and looks up at Remy. Remy nods, giving him an encouraging smile. Virgil swallows.

This wasn’t about just him, this was for Remy, too.

“Remy, you’re the only person who doesn’t talk over me or ignore me or get mad and persistent when I disagree. I love that we can talk about anything without losing our love. You appreciate me and I appreciate you, too. I want to spend my life taking care of you and loving you and making you happy, you adorable, fabulous cutie. Thank you for loving me.”

To someone outside of the relationship, Virgil’s vows might sound lackluster. They might sound like he really didn’t care. But Remy knew better. He knew Virgil, and he knew all the things that went unsaid in the way his voice shook and the shine in his eyes. Remy knew just how much love went unspoken behind those words, because his Virgil had never been one for long, rambling soliloquies. Virgil was a man of few words, and if you didn’t know him, you might miss the real meaning.

Thank you for always being there for me, for listening to me. Thank you for always trying to understand me, even when you don’t. Thank you for trying. For never giving up. Thank you for trusting me the way I trust you. I love you, so much, more than words can say, and it means so much to me that you feel the same. I want to always be there for you, to take care of you and love you and hold you when you need me, or even when you don’t but you still want me. I’d do anything to make you happy, just the way you’ve made me happy. I want to make you the happiest man in the world, because that’s what you deserve. Thank you, for everything.

Remy’s tears finally spilled over, pooling in the crevices of the latex on his skin. He was always one for preserving your makeup, but this was his special day and if anyone expected him not to cry then they could shove it where the sun don’t shine. Remy’s smile grew and he squeezed Virgil’s hands, letting his love know that he got the message. He understood, and he loved him, so very much.

The priest smiled warmly, looking to Remy once again. "Remington Bartholomew Nocturn-” Virgil snorted. Remy grimaced. Why did they include his middle name? So old-school. “-do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"  

Remy nods, looking right into Virgil’s eyes with rarely-seen seriousness. “I do.”

The priest nods and looks at Virgil. “And do you, Virgil Andrew Shae, take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love him, to honor him, to comfort him, and to keep him in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

Virgil nods emphatically, more tears falling. His voice cracks as he says, “I do.” He gives Remy a shaky smile, squeezing his hands.

The priest looks at Remy. “Repeat after me.” Remy nods.  “I, Remy, take you, Virgil,”

Remy smiles, feeling a little silly. He quickly schools his expression. “I, Remy, take you, Virgil.”

“To be my husband,”

“To be my husband,” A small laugh escapes him. This was really happening. He was really marrying the love of his life.

“To have and to hold,”

“To have and to hold,”

“From this day forward,”

“From this day forward,”

“For better, for worse,”

“For better, for worse,”

“For richer, for poorer,”

“For richer, for poorer,”

“In sickness and in health,”

“In sickness and in health,”

“To love and to cherish,”

“To love and to cherish,”

“Till death do us part.”

“Til death do us part.” Remy grinned broadly. Virgil rolled his eyes.

The priest has Virgil repeat the vows. “I, Virgil, take you, Remy,”

Virgil bites his lip. “I, Virgil, take you, Remy,”

“To be my husband,”

“To be my husband,”

“To have and to hold,”

“To have and to hold,”

“From this day forward,”

“From this day forward,”

“For better, for worse,”

“For better, for worse,”

“For richer, for poorer,”

“For richer, for poorer,”

“In sickness and in health,”

“In sickness and in health,” God, Remy always was the worst bitcher when he got a cold though.

“To love and to cherish,”

“To love and to cherish,”

“Till death do us part.”

“Til death do us part.” Virgil’s voice comes out choked. Old doubts reared their head; what if he woke up tomorrow and realized this was all a mistake? Or in a year? Five years? Ten?

Remy squeezed his hands, pulling him out of his mind. Virgil looks up at him and sees him mouth ‘I love you’. Virgil smiles and mouths it back, wishing he could just kiss this dumb nerd’s face already. God, he really didn’t deserve him.

“Now, can whomever has the rings step forward and present them to the couple?”

Declan moves forward with the small pillow, holding it out for the pair. Virgil and Declan share a smile, Virgil’s eyes tracing over the sloppily-wrapped, dingy bandages covering his friend from head to foot. Of course he’d be a mummy, why not. He turns back to Remy, fingering the ring in his hand. The metal feels cold, weighted, oppressive-

No. It felt like a promise. A promise to always be there, to always love one another. Virgil smiles.

“Now, Remy, please place the ring on Virgil’s left ring finger and repeat after me: I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

Remy grins, taking Virgil’s left hand and slipping the plain silver band onto his ring finger, making eye contact with him and saying, "I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

“Now Virgil. Place the ring on Remy’s left ring finger and repeat after me: I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

Virgil took Remy’s left hand in his own shaky one, slipping a plain gold band onto his ring finger and saying, "I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love."

The priest nods. “Please join hands.” Remy and Virgil take each other’s hands, smiling widely. They know what comes next. "By virtue of the authority vested in me under the laws of the State of Florida, I now pronounce you husband and husband. You may kiss.”

Remy pulls Virgil close, kissing him deeply. Virgil closes his eyes and melts into it as his friends and family shoot to their feet, all clapping (and in Patton’s case, cheering loudly. Very loudly). They finally pull away after a few seconds, turning to face their loved ones with joined hands. The priest holds his arms out, smiling broadly.

“May I now present to you, for the first time, Mr. and Mr. Shae-Nocturn.”

The reason I wrote a wedding is because, let’s be honest, getting married is one of the scariest things you can do. Also, this is a tribute to mine and my hubby’s Halloween wedding today! He’s the Virgil to my Remy. I love him so much <3

Their vows are actually the vows we wrote, so I had a lot of fun with all of this haha. I hope you all enjoyed this just as much as me. Though October may be over, the adventure never will be. Keep checking in to see what other cool stuff I’m working on! Thank you all so much for the support <3

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[mssolivia]

The gym ....

How do you plan to come home after a long day at work and want to do nothing but smoke... and fuck.... but mostly smoke and clean my house right? You know all that shit you think about at work that you swear you're gonna do but end up watching gang bang porn touching on my beautiful pussy

..and not getting through more than half your to do list.... just kidding... yall know I'm OCD... I cleaned ... showered did my hair.... even exfoliated..

Just me myself ya know.... cause the night before I had an epic gangbang planned... mostly in my head... but you know me.... 4 huge ass BBC

... and my self haahaa

I was like ... it's my birthday ... bad bitch contest I'm in first place!... right?? Wrong!

Whack... whack... one "homie" that swears he is bout that life bitched out at last min..I mean homie never even messaged back.....what's a lady to think

......I wont put him on blast... yet, but I've mentioned him before.. **hint**... my other hoe (lmao.. only cause he is a big muthafucking guy... all man trust) ..had some marital issues to take care of.... ***yawn ***

So needless to say I passed out on my fucking couch! Alone! I was drunk after watching the cutie in before mentioned post work with his butt buddy friend.... super nice guys... not what I came for...like dude... he started cleaning dishes to help a friend behind the bar.... so is that what I have to look forward too?? A hot barback?... goodbye....

Ok so that was back story .....

You know I ain't shit soooooooo.... kind of slipped into super brat mode and decided to ignore that "mofo" .... aka demon dick...... because...

....this is the last full night I will have before adulting takes over and I only have time for gym.. like actual gym ..and filmmaking.... sooooo I'm ignoring anything that doesn't have ... "epic night" written all over it........ lol... let's see what the turtle comes up with..... I promise I will go home and put on my panda suit and blog if its whack... they better bring the D....

To be continued............

[asian-hero]

Is It Just Me Or Are We Soulmates? -3

sup, chapter three is here

by the way i’m definitely pushing my superstitions onto lance in this au

p1 - p2

Lance felt himself space out for a couple of seconds before he was brought back to reality by Shiro, who was currently standing right in front of him, waving a hand in his face.

“Lance? Are you okay?”

He nodded, mustering up a fake smile. There was no point in worrying Shiro when they were only an hour into the tour. “Of course, what’d your fortune say?”

Shiro happily told him his fortune, but Lance couldn’t feel it in him to listen. He was too worried about his fortune. Was it actually true? It was just a couple of stupid words on a paper, but what if this is the universe trying to tell him something. He heard of soulmates who’ve never gotten along, and they never seem happy. Was he really destined to the same fate as them? Before Lance was pulled into a downward spiral Shiro stopped abruptly.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, concern written on his face.

Lance waved him off, laughing slightly. “Yeah, I guess I’m just a little out of it,”

He could tell that Shiro had a hard time believing him, but he said nothing. Instead, he cleared his throat, giving Lance one of his brightest smiles. “Well, what did your fortune say?”

Lance felt his breath catch in his throat. He didn’t want to tell Shiro, what if he reacted poorly? He hadn’t known him for very long, so how would he react? So instead, Lance took a deep breath and put on a smirk.

“Oh nothing amazing, just saying that I’ll find some luck with traveling,”

Shiro seemed to believe him, as he lit up slightly and began to tell Lance about how lucky he was to get a fortune like that. Lance smiled, trying his hardest to keep his act up. It proved to be a harder task to handle, as Shiro was a ball of sunshine who’s happiness made it impossible to be upset. He couldn’t get trapped though, so he kept Shiro at an arm's distance, smiling and laughing when he did. All Lance could think about is how the trip was going to be a lot harder now.

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“Alright, we’re just about to leave so make sure you have all of your belongings with you! It would be a shame to leave without all of the goodies you may have bought here,”

As more people entered the bus Shiro made sure to greet them all with a warm smile and a “welcome back”. Lance knew it had to be apart of the job description, but he could definitely see why Shiro got such great reviews. The guy was just a welcoming and warm person, and it made Lance slightly agitated. If Shiro was the best man on Earth (which Lance personally believed), then why would fate tell him that they would be split apart? As Lance continued down the path of uncertainty, he felt someone sit down next to him. Turning to face the person, he relaxed as he saw Hunk’s smiling face.

“Hey buddy, you’ll never believe how many foods I’ve tried! And they’re all so good! Like, how’s that even possible?”

Lance laughed, rolling his eyes at his excited friend. “I’m glad you had a good time,”

Hunk grinned, shoving Lance’s shoulder slightly. “You know I left so you could have some alone time with Shiro, right?”

Lance gave Hunk a look that showed him that he knew and wasn’t amused. This caused Hunk to giggle.

“So how’d bonding go? Did you two hit it off?”

Lance felt hesitant to tell Hunk. Should he just lie or should he just tell him his worries. Deciding to go with the latter one, he sighed.

“It was going great, we were laughing and smiling. I really thought that everything was finally looking up for me,”

Hunk nodded his head. “And then?”

Lance cleared his throat, keeping his voice down so Shiro wouldn’t hear him. “Well, then we went to get our fortunes and mine wasn’t necessarily the best,”

He handed Hunk the slip of paper, waiting patiently as his friend looked over the paper multiple times. After a couple of seconds, he handed the paper back to Lance, who then stuffed it back into his pocket and groaned.

“How is it that when I finally get lucky I’m also unlucky?”

Hunk patted his shoulder sympathetically. “Hey, you never know, anything is possible. Don’t believe what some stupid paper says.”

Lance looked at him, a blank expression on his face. “Do you not remember the time where we went to Panda and my fortune cookie said to watch out for things flying my way and then immediately had a baseball thrown right in my face?”

Hunk shrugged his shoulders. “It’s just a coincidence that you read that fortune and then Pidge’s robotics project threw a baseball at you,”

“Or what about that other time where I went to a psychic and the man said I would meet my soulmate when I turn twenty-three?”

Hunk raised an eyebrow in confusion. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Lance gestured at himself wildly. “Well I’m twenty-three and guess who I just met?” He then gestured to Shiro, who was currently helping a lady with one of her three kids. “My gorgeous soulmate who’s literally the kindest person in the world!”

When Lance shrunk back into his seat Hunk sighed, hugging his friend to his side. Lance rubbed his face, groaning as he did so.

“So what’re you gonna do?”

Lance looked up at Hunk, feeling slightly defeated. “I don’t know, I just don’t wanna get hurt.” He looked at the ground, noting how clean it was, “I’ll just try to act like it doesn’t bother me while also try to not have to interact with him.”

It was Hunk’s turn to give the other boy a blank look. “Are you serious? You finally find your soulmate and your plan is to hide from him?”

Lance straightened up slightly, leaning against the window instead. “I’m not hiding! I’m just staying away until I can keep calm,”

“Lance, your plan would be fine if we lived in Japan, but you seem to forget that we don’t—”

Before Hunk could finish his sentence, the speakers crackled to life, a cheery voice shot out of it.

“We are now leaving Sensō-ji temple. I hope you all had a good time there. Our next stop will be at the Imperial Palace, which is where the emperor lives. I’ll give a little more information as we get closer so feel free to just tune me out and put your headphones back in or you can just fall asleep.”

There were some laughs as Shiro sat back down in his seat, pulling out a pen to write on his arm. Lance noticed the words appearing on his arm in the familiar sloppy cursive they’ve always been in.

You look beautiful, just thought you should know

Lance smiled for a second, but then looked away from his arm. Instead he looked outside the window, watching the people go about their day. He knew that ignoring Shiro now wasn’t going to help, but he couldn’t bring himself to write anything. As he was watching the city and people go by, he felt himself be lulled into a nice nap.

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Lance woke up to Hunk smiling down at him. Looking around, he noticed that the bus was nearly empty, with only himself, Hunk, and a couple of other families still on it. He looked up at Hunk with confusion.

“We’re at the palace, but don’t worry, we just got here,”

Lance sighed a breath of relief, getting up from his chair to walk out of the bus with Hunk. He saw Shiro, who was currently talking to one of the families. One of the kids were hanging on his leg while the other one was hanging from his arm. Once he saw Lance emerging from the bus, his smile grew bigger than Lance thought possible. He waved at him, ducking his head as Hunk clicked his tongue at him.

“Are you still worried about that fortune? You should honestly just throw it away,”

Lance stuck his tongue out at him. “I have a right to be worried, there must’ve been some god that was listening to me.”

Hunk rolled his eyes, bumping Lance with his arm to get his attention as Shiro cleared his throat.

“Alright, so you will be guided by one of the lovely staff members here, as they know more about the history than I do,” He looked over at Lance and grinned before continuing, “After that you will have ten minutes to get over to the buses, and don’t be late, because after this place we’re going to have lunch.”

The rest of the group began to migrate over to the palace. Just as Lance and Hunk were about to join them, a voice yelled out.

“Hey, Lance!”

Lance silently cursed. He was hoping that he would be able to have some time to think about his fortune and his newfound relationship. Looking over at Hunk he noticed that the other boy had wandered off with the rest of the group. While Shiro jogged up to him, Lance prayed to any god that heard him to smite Hunk at this very moment. When Shiro got up to him he gave Lance an award winning smile.

“Your friend sure likes ditching you,” Shiro said.

Lance laughed awkwardly, trying to mask his worry. “Yeah, he just doesn’t like wasting time, I guess,”

When Lance began to walk over to the palace, Shiro followed him, almost like a lost puppy. Before Lance knew it he turned around and blurted out:

“Sorry, Hunk was a little jealous when I was only hanging out with you at the last stop so I think I’m just gonna go alone,”

Shiro blinked a few times before an awkward and sad smile appeared on his face. “Oh, alright, have fun.”

Lance gave a thumbs up before turning around and walking as fast as he could to the palace. As soon as Shiro was out of sight Lance tugged his hair as he groaned. Why did he do that? Shiro looked so sad when he pushed him away. Maybe he should throw away the fortune.

Sighing, his shoulders slumped as he caught up with his group. It was too late now, he’ll apologize later when he’s not too paranoid. But for now, he at least had some time to think about his next move.

okay so like when a fortune says something so bad that relates to the situation you’re in, you’re probably gonna be wary of the relationship, especially if you’re lance who likes to believe that everything is a sign from god™

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