#teenage kids just raid the place for food

[mortalityplays]

the 'will people feed you' discourse rn is very funny and hopefully a wake up call to some of the rude freaks scattered out there across europe, but I do want to note that the cultures we're talking about are cultures of the affluent. literally everywhere I have visited, working class people share food as a matter of course. everywhere I have visited, working class people push drinks and snacks on you the moment you walk in the door. there's a layer to this conversation that only exists among people who have the choice to be miserly and unaffected by their neighbours behaving the same way.

the first time I experienced being completely shut out of another family's mealtime, it was when I was a teenager on an exchange trip to the netherlands. I was staying with this family, and literally reliant on them for food and housing. The day I arrived they explained to me what time mealtimes were, and that I would not be fed unless I arrived at the table on time. One morning I was running a little behind because I had trouble figuring out how the shower worked, and when I came downstairs my hosts were already eating. They hadn't set a place for me, and they all ignored me and continued conversing in dutch. When I timidly tried to serve myself, they gave me look as if I had just walked in off the street and started raiding the refrigerator. They were an intimidatingly affluent family.

one morning the mother had to drop me off early at my work placement, before the building opened. I was sitting outside on a wall for like 50 minutes by myself with nothing to do, and an older lady running a food cart nearby started chatting to me (she wanted to know I was okay, because I was like 15 and not in school, and was very interested to hear that I was on exchange from scotland). she offered me a free breakfast, and when I said I'd already eaten she gave me a drink and a packet of crisps to keep for lunch, and kept trying to make me try fried things that were apparently dutch specialities but were way too much for me at 8am. she was very sweet and funny, and had infinitely more in common with the poorer dutch students who I would meet at a separate pan-european thing later than with any of the kids or parents around the upper middle class academy we were paired with that year. people are people everywhere, some are just more inclined to worry about appearances than others.

[emodaryls]

Little one

Summary: teen reader! Daryl finds you lost in a shopping center, he decides to take you back to Alexandria. You find Daryl to be a potential father figure!!

Word count: 2216

warnings: slight cursing, mentions of blood

A/n: this isn’t cg Daryl but more of father figure Daryl? I’m thinking of making a second part cus it feels unfinished… anyway this is my second fic umm I still don’t know everything abt writing so it might be bad ?!?!? Ok enjoy ❤️

Daryl was riding his motorcycle to an abandoned shopping center, desperate to find medical supplies. He parks his bike near a tree a short distance away from the shopping center, getting leaves and fallen tree branches to cover and hide it. He takes his crossbow off his shoulder, double checking it to make sure its loaded with a bolt. Upon entering the building, he immediately heads towards the pharmacy. He makes sure to be quiet in order to not attract any of the undead that may be wandering around. As he arrives, he rummaged through cabinets, drawers, and boxes.

"Dammit, already raided." He grumbles to himself in a low, hushed voice. He turns around with a quiet sigh, getting ready to leave. Just as he heads towards the exit of the pharmacy he hears a small crunch. Quickly turning around, he heads towards the sound to investigate, his crossbow at the ready.

"In the corner of the pharmacy, there you are. Covered in what might be a mix of walker blood and your blood. Dirt covers your worn and torn clothing, and you look up at him with wide, terrified eyes. Daryl senses your fear and his eyes soften a bit.

"Hey... who are ya? Are ya alright?" He speaks in a calmer tone, his voice still having his gruff charm. He lowers his crossbow slightly, but still keeps it ready. You don't respond, you just continue to look up at him in fear. Daryl sighs and lowers his crossbow completely. He feels bad for pointing it at you, a lost teenager who's probably scared out of your mind. You likely mean no harm.

"Are ya... lost? Do ya need any help?" He continues. "Look, I uh, I got a group... they can help ya. They're good people." He's always been weary when revealing something like that to someone he just met, but come on, you're just a kid who probably needs help.

You fidget with your hands out of nervousness, fingers twiddling around. You take a deep breath and speak with a shaking voice.

"I'm lost.. I-I lost everyone.. I'm so scared..."

Poor kid.

"I don't know where I am, I just want my parents back!”

You start to cry, tears running down your dirty and blood stained cheeks. Daryl feels terrible. Shifting from one foot to the other, he thinks about taking you back to Alexandria to meet the rest of the group and probably live there. He thinks a little while longer, then makes his decision.

"I'll take ya back with me. I got a real nice place I stay at... there's food, clean water," He gets down to one knee to get to your level. "There's uh, nice housing, nice people. There's also other kiddos yer age too, Ya could make some friends." He looks up at you, chewing on the inside of his cheek. You stare right back at him, a look on your face as if you're considering it. You then nod your head as you wipe your nose on your sleeve, sniffling. "I wanna go with you..."

Daryl's slightly taken aback, but he recomposes himself.

"Are ya sure?" He asks, and you nod. "I'm sure... I wanna go with you."

After a few moments of silence, Daryl nods and stands up. He reaches out a hand to you which you take, and he helps you up. "Alright then," he sighs. "Let's go." You two begin to walk outside the pharmacy and to the exit of the shopping center. The dirt and debris crunch under your feet and the setting sun shines brightly. It’s almost nighttime, and the night chill is already slowly starting to settle in.

You follow him to where he had parked his motorcycle, standing behind him as he moves aside all the leaves and branches he hid it with. Daryl stands up the bike and gets on it, kicking back the stand. You get on behind him, wrapping your eyes around him. After he makes sure you're ready, Daryl revs the engine and the bike begins to move, gradually getting faster.

You both ride through the streets surrounded by woods, the wind whipping through your hair. You rest your head on Daryl's back, finding the wind and high speeds oddly soothing.

Time flies by fast and before you know it, you're at the gates of 'Alexandria Safe-Zone'. The guard at the gates lets Daryl in, and he can feel all the eyes on himself and you. Daryl ignores it, not wanting to deal with anything at the moment. He slowly rides the bike to the house he stays at. He knows he'll be questioned sooner or later about who he brought back with him, but he'll do it with it eventually.

He parks the motorcycle in front of the house and kicks the stand into place, getting off. He helps you get off the bike as well.

"Hey, uh, kid," he starts, scratching the back of his head as you two walk up his porch steps. "Ya can stay with me if ya want, for as long as ya want. I have a spare room ya can stay in. It's got a nice bed and everythin'." He unlocks the door and pushes it open. The house has a warm and cozy atmosphere. It's nicely furnished, but he didn't furnish it himself. All of the houses in Alexandria are pre-furnished as it was originally a quarantine safe zone for politicians when the outbreak first started.

Daryl puts down his crossbow and slips off his boots, leaving them by the front door. You copy him, not wanting to break any unspoken 'no shoes' rule that he may have. Daryl walks over to the couch, plopping down on it and sighing. You do the same, sitting at the corner of it. You bring your legs to your chest, making yourself feel small.

It's a new environment for you, you've pretty much gotten used to being in the woods all alone, having to be stealthy and dodge walkers left to right. But the change is nice, feels a little like how the world was before. It'll just take a bit to get used to.

You can finally get a good look at the man who rescued you. He has a rugged appearance, but for some of reason you don't find him very intimidating. You feel safe around him, like he has a calming fatherly presence.

Then, you break the silence, speaking in a shy voice. "Um, what's your name? I don't think you ever told me."

Daryl looks over to you, eyes softening once more. "Daryl." he responds. "Daryl Dixon." You nod and go back to looking around the house from where you are. You stare into space for a little while before another thought comes up.

"Could you show me where the spare room that you mentioned earlier is?"

Daryl turns his head to you once again and nods. He gets off the couch with a slight grunt. You stand up as well, following him as he leads you up the stairs. He stops in front of a door and opens it, holding it open for you. You walk in and take a look around the room. It's nothing super fancy, but it's well furnished and simple. The moon shines through the window at a perfect angle, dimly lighting up the room in a soft and dreamy glow.

You walk over to the bed that's placed beside the window and sit on the edge of it. "I'm tired..." you murmur sleepily, laying down on the bed. You untuck the blanket and pull it up to your chest. You snuggle into the covers, curling into an almost fetal position. Daryl chuckles to himself, watching you get comfortable. Daryl feels this weird, fatherly urge to protect you, to make sure you're cared for and loved. He has a feeling you two will get along pretty well.

You soon fall asleep, and he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He goes over to his own room, getting ready for bed himself. It's been a long day, riding out to an abandoned shopping center for medical supplies and instead coming back with a lost, orphaned teenager in need of care. He settles into bed, pulling the blankets over himself and falling asleep.

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In the morning, Daryl goes downstairs to make his breakfast. You've beaten him to it, already eating orange slices on the couch. You hear his steps and turn your head around, looking up at him.

"Hey..." You mutter, then going back to eating your orange. "Hey." Daryl responds, brushing his hair back a bit and going over to the kitchen. He grabs a glass of water and makes himself some oatmeal that he found during his last supply run. Once its ready, he pours half of it into a separate bowl to share with you. Daryl walks over to the couch and sits beside you, placing the bowl on the coffee table in front of you.

"Ya should eat some more," he starts, grabbing a spoonful of oatmeal and eating it. He waits to finish until continuing. "Getting some oatmeal in ya is good, especially if ya haven't eaten in a while."

You look over at him and then to the bowl in front of you. You set down your orange slices on a napkin and grab the bowl.

"Thanks..." you responded, eating a spoonful. You finish it up pretty quickly, which makes sense. You haven't eaten a proper meal in who knows how long. You eventually finish eating both the oatmeal and orange slices, and you settle back onto the couch. Suddenly, you remember that you're still dirty and need to clean up. Your face flushes out of embarrassment. Have you really been looking like that this whole time?

"Do you have a shower that I could, uh, use?" You asked Daryl in a timid voice, now feeling hyper aware of your dirty appearance.

"Yeah, to the right of yer room." He replied, nodding his head towards the stairs. You nod your head in gratitude, getting up from the couch and going to the bathroom.

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That shower was possibly the most refreshing one you've had in a while. There was warm water, soaps, and possibly the fluffiest towels you’ve ever seen. But now you have another problem, clothes. The only ones you have were the torn, dirt covered ones you've been living in for the past few months or maybe even over a year. You wrap a towel around yourself and crack open the bathroom door just enough to peek your head out. "Daryl?" You call out, face flushing from embarrassment once again. "Could I borrow some clothes?" There's a moment of silence before you hear him shout back a "yeah", and you close the door, waiting. You wait for a few minutes until you hear the sound of his heavy footsteps, cloth falling on the floor, and then a knock. After that, he walks away. You wait a few seconds before cracking open the door and taking the clothes he left for you. It's a black shirt with a faded metal band logo printed in white, the pants are dark blue and denim. They're definitely going to be too big and baggy for you, but you wear it anyway.

You tighten the waistband of the jeans to fit you better, and you come out, hair wrapped in a towel. You walk down the stairs, damp feet pattering against the wooden floor. Daryl's still sitting on the couch, but in a more lounged position. You sit close to him and take a breath.

You begin to speak. “Um... this might be a little weird, but to me, you feel like a father." You tell him, and his eyes widen. But he looks touched. "We just met yesterday, but it feels really comforting to be around you." You twiddle your fingers, looking a little embarrassed. But Daryl smiles. It’s subtle, but there’s still a smile on his face.

"Tha's awfully sweet." His voice is softer than you've ever heard before. "I've never had a little one of my own, always kind of wanted to, though. I just don't think i'd be a good dad."

You smile at him, chuckling. "I think you would. You sort of have this really fatherly presence. It was unusually easy for me to warm up to you." You shift close to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. You smile more. "Maybe I could be your little one. You can like... adopt me, or something."

Daryl chuckles again. "We'll see, kid. We'll see."

You look up at him and then go back to snuggling. You curl up beside him, getting so very comfortable. You feel safe in his embrace, you never want to leave.

“Can we see maybe… now?” You ask in a playful way, looking up at him again. Daryl looks down at you with a slightly wider smile, shaking his head.

“Well, I-… yeah,” he sighs. “Alright, yer gonna be my little one. I’m never gonna let anything happen to ya.” He holds you a little tighter. “I might not be the best daddy, but I’m sure as hell gonna try.”

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[medea10]

Medea Played Pokemon Scarlet & Violet, The DLC's (Part II)

Okay, let's check out Blueberry Academy.

If you'll indulge me for a second...

BLUE HIS HOUSE

WITH A BLUE LITTLE WINDOW

AND A BLUE CORVETTE

AND EVERYTHING IS BLUE FOR HIM

I apologize for nothing. Moving away from the random musical interlude. This academy is a floating terarium in the Unova region.

And here's our first nod to the Black & White games. The girl with the pink hair is Lacey.

She came from this guy's penis.

Oh, there are more surprises this DLC has.

This rich-ass school has four places in this dome, the canyon, the coast, the savanna, and the polar. Many, many, many pokemon not in the original game are there. Yes, all the starters. There is however, a hefty price tag for that.

Aside from the vending machines at the rest areas, you are to pay with BP's (Blueberry Points). And you get that by doing Blueberry Picnics (BBQs). Unfortunately, the tasks are only worth like 100 or something cheap like that. And if you want ALL the starters, you have to have a grand total of 12,000 points. And so much more points if you want to decorate your club room, put music in it, print items, challenge the elite four, buy special items at the school cafeteria, get new features for selfies, learn new throwing styles, invite coaches like Larry, and catch legendaries.

Phew, that is a lot. My recommendation, host and/or join BBQs. If you're like me and are prone to playing solo, there are some Discord groups that offer a lot of opportunities. The group quests are something you'll need to get more legendaries. Moving on.

You will eventually meet up with Carmine. Her brother however...

Kieran becomes an angsty teenager who should just go back to his dorm room, put on some My Chemical Romance, and cry into his knock-off Ogerpon teal mask.

More importantly, Kieran is the champ of the school. Higher than the elite four. You know where this is going. You have to challenge the elite four and then Kieran.

That's when you're introduced to Drayton. And it better be obvious to you by looking at this kid. He's a slacker. He was the ex-champ. He's definitely a dragon-type trainer. But more importantly, he is the grandson to Unova gym leader Drayden.

And as you can tell, Carmine hates this guy's guts. Drayton will sucker you into challenging the elite four. There is pushback as you are merely an exchange student. But you do get the support of two members and Kieran just wants to defeat you. Yeah, we'll see how that turns out for you.

Okay, let's take on the E4. Please note that every single battle you do here are double battles. And give this game some credit, these are not easy battles. Not even the random trainers are.

Let's battle Amarys first. Just like the gyms in Paldea, you have to do certain tasks first before the battle. Amarys has you and Koraidon jump through hoops. Kinda like a Mario Party game.

I have my own theories about this girl as I think she's the product of Lenora and her white husband Hawes. But apparently, she's from Castelia City and Lenora is from a different town. So, that theory ends with me. Also, she's a steel-type trainer.

Next, let's battle Crispin.

He's a fire-type trainer. His first task is to make him a spicy sandwich. I have no theories of where this kid came from. The second I saw Crispin and his cooking attire and his pan...

And all I can think of is Kuga from Food Wars. They're both spicy boys who cook. And they're both in an elite group where they both are on the verge of getting kicked out.

Drayton's trial can be tricky if you're walking into this blindfolded. You have to face three trainers only using pokemon you caught in the Terarium. Raids in the terarium do not count. Traded pokemon technically caught in the terarium do not count. Once done, you can battle the dragon boy.

And as for Lacey...

Urp.

I'm resisting the urge to not bring up learning about Venonat's radar eyes from Tracey Sketchit in the second season. Oh wait, I still said it. You should know me by now.

Lacey's trial is a quiz with 5 questions. It's actually the easiest trial. As long as you know where she sleeps on Granbull and which is the true Sinistea.

Kid, I'm about ready to put you through a wall. Sigh. Let me just waste this wannabe punk.

You are going to battle Kieran. Much of the school and the E4 come out to watch you. And if you want to watch this boy suffer, put Ogerpon in your team.

So you defeat him.

Kieran pretty much has a mental breakdown and is beyond repair at this moment.

SELFIE TIME!!!

As much as I'd love to relish in this kid's agony, we have to move the story along. Because immediately after, Ms. Briar asks for you, Kieran, Carmine, and Drayton for help.

So all of us (minus Drayton because he's a lazy-fuck) are going to Area Zero. Briar was finally able to get permission from Geeta and Rika (who are there now). It's been a while since I saw Rika.

GAH! What did I do?!

Oh. I forgot about The Way Home arc already. When it's been a full year since playing, you tend to forget why you're being yelled at.

Geeta gives you the Indigo Disk (hence the name of this DLC). Has no idea what it is or why it is. But thinks you might have some use for it.

The Indigo Disk actually sends you to a lower level of Area Zero since it seems Professor Crazy Bitch's lab is locked down due to inactivity.

In the depths of Area Zero, you'll come across these special tera pokemon. They are stella-tera. And in the depthiest of depths, we will come across Terapagos.

Kieran decides he's going to use this opportunity to surpass you.

LADY, CONTROL YOUR STUDENT!

What am I, a judge in a Donald Trump trial?

More swipes at Trump. I thought I told you that we won't stop! I thought I told you that we won't stop!

Terapagos eventually emerges. But then...

This little shit catches it with a Master Ball. I'm impressed.

Kieran battles you with Terapagos. It fails. Then, Briar tells him to terastylize Terapagos.

Think of this as a Tera-raid from Hell. It puts up three barriers. Constantly takes away your ability to terastylize. And every now and then, it changes what type it is. All the while, Briar is having her wet-dream of seeing Terapagos in full form and Kieran is...

Yeah, this whole thing is a cluster-fuck. Time for you to end this nightmare and catch this fucker.

But wait, didn't Kieran catch it with a master ba...?

We good now? Okay. Let's take this behemoth down.

After finishing off Terapagos, you can then catch it, and 100% rate for this one. It better be after all the shit you go through.

Lady, Ms. Frizzle has more control than you do.

Well, that's the end of the main story to Indigo Disc. The pokemon is caught, the day is saved, we think Kieran is going back to normal, and the end credits play with a remix to Ed Sheeran's Celestial.

Okay, I think this is a perfect place to end my shit-post.

To be continued.

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #kieran #carmine #ms. briar #terapagos #amarys #drayton #lacey #clay #unova #crispin

[lchufflepuffcorn]

Hello how are you? can i ask you for an imagine or headcanons please with Aizawa (and Hawks if you don't mind) where his girlfriend who is a pro hero got in the way during the fight with Stain and the students of UA and s was found injured

Author's note: Hi, yes hello! You're so sweet!! I'm good, thanks. I'm so sorry it took so much time. I got stuck on Hawks, then I erased it all because I thought it sucked b*lls, then I worked like a bazillion hours at my job, then I started writing it again, so here it is !! Also, I decided to give this two types of ending, one with Aizawa and one with Hawks, because I'm a Libra and can't decide between them. Sue me. 

Warning: Cheezy à souhait. More like a reaction/imagine than anything else.

Words: 901

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It was supposed to be an easy 'take 'em away' mission. 

Get the kids out of harm's way and wait for reinforcement in safety. Simple. 

Not quite. 

Trying to get one Iida, Midoriya and Todoroki were more complicated than it seemed over the phone as the three of them were in a rage you'd only seen in blood-thirsty villains before. Not teenager. Somehow, it became clear that fifteen years old and serial killers had one thing in common: the feeling of helplessness that usually lead to desperate anger and rash decisions. 

Having retreated safely under your protective shield with an injured Iida, you were now trying to get to Midoriya and Todoroki, who was still going against Stain. Fools. 

Sitting the boy against the wall, you waved one of your hands above him to check for injuries before standing to your feet. "Stay here." You said. Menacingly, hopefully. Anything to give you at least something not to worry about. Geez, you hated teenagers. 

"'Take care of them'" you muttered under your breath, blocking one attack from Stain and just missing being cut in half by his blade. "'We won't be long' he said, 'It'll be easy' he said." 

You weren't an action superhero, for Earth's sake. You helped during tsunamis, earthquakes, and forest fires. Not against stupid people with to-big-egos and somewhat helpful quirks. But no, he had to contact you because you lived close and could help immediately. 

You weren't stupid. These kids had no chance to overtake Stain alone, and you were of no help to them. What could you do to help them otherwise to cure their wounds and create protective shields around them? Nothing. 

Seeing the blade before the red and white-haired kid, you caught his arm and swung him behind you, effectively getting slashed in the back in his place. 

Everything got loud for a while after that, then silence. 

Aizawa: 

Everything was fine. The quirk would soon fade, and you'd be walking. It was fine. 

No, there was no need to go to the hospital. 'Yes,' you could see the three fingers Shouta help up to your face. And as you answered all of his questions, you could see the boys standing behind with mixed emotions on their faces. 

But that could be because of Endeavor too. 

And the night was still far from finished. 

It took hours to finally get back home, cuddled up in blankets and munching on some food, whatever you'd caught first when raiding the kitchen. But Shouta wasn't finished with his sermon. And it went on and on again until it's very late and you're angry. 

"You asked me to get there first." You accuse, a finger waving dangerously close to his nose while a blue light seems to shine from the tip. "I helped, 'cuz that's what I do best. I got him out of the way." You let out a sigh. "I'm not a fighter, and you know it."

He only blinks back at you, slowly, like a cat. His face is stoic, and no more words are falling from his lips. He considered your words quietly, and when he seemed to reach a decision, he hesitated again. His mouth moved as if he was choosing words carefully before talking again. In a final sigh, shoulder falling down as he did, Shouta finally talked, closing his eyes. 

"Thank you for helping." 

"Yeah," you respond, settling to kiss his chin, passing a hand on the front of his sleep shirt. "You're welcome." 

Hawks: 

He was standing with his back straight, his face grave as many reporters were flashing camera lights in his face. Questions were shouted all around, drowning him in the sounds as he just waited for you to get out of the emergency room. He doesn't answer most of the questions. 'What is Endeavor doing?' Is the only thought floating in his mind except: 'What's taking you so long? You didn't look that hurt...' 

He was pacing back and forth, sometimes flashing forced smiles to the cameras when they passed through security and waving at them when they were dragged away. 

Fucking children... Fucking egotistical children too prideful to admit they were in something way over their heads. And freaking messed up society with its messed up system too! 

When your head popped out of the door, he was all over you, arms over your shoulders. He escorted you to your car before getting inside it with you. Fuck the Hero Commission. He'd deal with the pictures tomorrow. Tonight, he'd cuddle. It wasn't his fault you were found lying on the ground of a dirty alley with fucking children paralyzed on the concrete, while a full-grown adult villain was doing a speech on the same messed up hero society while beating up children and women. 

Keigo would have committed murder, would have it him who'd found you. 

"Seriously, I feel fine!" You said for the third time in the same hour, after you changed position in bed where you were now situated. 

"Still..." Keigo's frown deepened as you shimmied into a (once again) comfier posture, the remote now closer.  

You rolled your eyes. 

"Stop it. I'm fine. And worry is not a good look on you." You tried to uplift his mood, but your laughter made you hiss. When he raised an eyebrow, you sighed again. "I'll tell you if anything changes. Now can we just relax?" 

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[bubblesmaybe]

Now y’all get to hurt a little Ψ( ｀▽´ )Ψ

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"Where was your head at, hu? I called out to you TWICE! Once more than should be needed in those types of situations Raph! We planned ahead and you almost cost us!" Fist slamming down on the table while unmoving eyes glared holes through him and to the wall, Leo paced around in recognizable rage as he addressed Raphael, who pulled a chair out from said table to sit, rubbing his bandaged shoulder in annoyance. "My head was where it needed ta be, the plan had gone to total shit and if I didn't flank left Mike was gonna get creamed. The buildin comin down wasn't my fault, ya ass! Don told us the 'structural integrity' was outdated, and we got everyone out before it came down."

With a watchful eye you crossed the common area to the couch where the turtle in orange lay sprawled, ice pack over his face with a cheeky smile as he waved to you upon coming into his limit view while you sent a small wave back, your attention more on the bickering two across the way and gaze bouncing around in search of the missing sibling Donatello. "Wow..so, what happened to you guys between the last meme you sent me and now? Are you guys ok? You all here?" Sitting beside him you placed the bags of takeout on the coffee table in front of you both, empty Crush cans clinking together as they making way for the new addition to the table while your backpack presses into the cushion behind you. "Ya, we're all good anglecakes. Dons hammering out his emotions on the truck. Vicent called and asked for us to come up incase they needed backup for a mutagen raid and we had to take Rockstead down," he paused, sucking in a harsh breath between clench teeth as he sat up against the will of his aching body to rummage through the bags before he continued and skipped the subject. "Got off work early or did ya miss us that much? If that's the case we could have come and got you!" You winced, stringing together a summarized image of what happened through the already given context before chuckling. "My phone died a little after lunch, but in your condition maybe that's a blessing and call for rest man. Tammy said I was set to go since we didn't really have anyone stopping by... Do you guys need anything? Like more bandages maybe, a veterinarian or something?" Michelangelo rolls his eyes, cracking a smile before giving you a knowing look and breaking out an early 18th century accent. "In this economy? Bah! One would be a fool to call a doctor in this day and age! Just get me some tobacco and whiskey, no need for their fake medicines!" Through broken laughter you shake your head, a hand raising to cover you face and rub the further intensifying exhaustion out of your eyes. "G-God you have a concussion, don't you?" He gave a nod, giggling like a cave creature as he pulled out one of the boxes to examine its contents. "And a broken rib, too!" "YOU WHAT?!" "I'm kidding! It's just bruised, which means I get to skip training and chores for while." You steady your footing while a heavy sigh, an exasperated laugh escaping as you put a hand over your racing heart, having involuntarily flung yourself upward from the couch to his joke. "You can't do that to me Angelo! You're gonna scare the shit out of me one of these days man." With a pat to your arm he waves you off, digging into the food as he nods his head towards the garage. "Should check on Don, I think he said something about needing a hand?" Oh gosh you already forget, thoughts occupied with the knowledge of their recent adventures. "Oh shit you're right. Save some for your brothers and Splinter!" You pointed a knowing finger at him as you paced backward to the garage, turning into a light jog while Michael hums in acknowledgment, resuming his attention to the Batman The Dark Knight playing on TV.

The long sting of curses guided you in, your gaze fixating on the long pair of legs sticking out from under the guy's tanked out truck surrounded by nuts, bolts and an array of different tools and greased micro cloths. Damn, did the thing look trashed. On rare occasions a swear or two would slip out the tall terrapins mouth, but looking at the demolished paint job, missing drivers door and shatter windshield you could quickly tell that he was not in a good mood. "Hey Don." Walking along to side of the vehicle, you looked down in question after receiving silence. "Donnie?" You knocked on the bent out of shape hood, leaning over a little expecting him to roll out, the usual light strapped to his forehead. Silence for a moment. "Fuck, I need to get new brake lines too, Damnit!" Is he ignoring you? "Donnie!" Lightly tapping his leg with your foot you didn't expected him to jump as much as he did, hissing as he rolled out with a hand over his forehead, the other removing the earlier predicted light attachment and a set of handmade headphones as you kneeled beside him. "Oh god are you ok?" Adjusting his glasses as hit sat up, he turns to you with a wincing smile, rubbing the now appearing mark on his forehead. "Y-ya, no worries I'm good. But hey, your here early!" Giving a half-suppressed giggle you shake your head, sitting back on your knees as they scream against the hard concrete. "Yah, I got off early; brought you guys that takeout I promised too! But what's all this I'm hearing about falling buildings, a free Rocksteady and mutagen?' Donnie sighs, leaning down as you motion for him to come closer for you to take a look at the now egg sized lump on his forehead. "Well, uh.. the Foot was able to break Rocksteady out of containment a little after midnight, then Vincent gave us the call today about it and told us about a mutagen bust they tracked him down to at an old docking warehouse. They were making more by utilize what was already in his blood- we got the batch they made and disposed of it though! The building came down though and uh," Leaning forward he motioned to the common room where the bickering had subsided. "Mikey got hit pretty bad after they tried to take out the truck, and Raph had to let a group go to get him out of the road. The cops got them but still a a sore mistake in Leos' eyes" Having followed his motion you turn back to the truck. "So I guess that explains all the new damage. Agenda for today probably got a whole lot more busy, hu?" Grabbing your hand to pull you up after standing himself, he nods bending over to start picking up loose parts, collecting them before walking them over to his workbench. "Yup. We are now a long way from putting on the primer coat." "Now it's from the finale back to the start" "Yup.." "I'm surprised you're as calm as you are."

Stifling a laugh as he leans against the table his gaze shifts down, the fact all his hard months work went to the drain in a matter of minutes starting to scrape away the calm face he wore to make way for the suppressed stress and pain to surface. "I'll admit it ticks me off the enemy doesn't appreciate the work I put into this, but as long as it does the job its fine." You hum back, words at a lose on how to follow that up. Joining him against the table you pull one of the straps of your bag off you shoulder, opening it to pull out of the many sketchbooks you own before holding it up to him. "If it makes you happy, I finished the design you guy's talked about for it." After a small pause Donatello brings his attention to the book in hand, taking it before flipping through pages to said design. "It would make my day to see what you made." Heat seems to take residence on your cheeks, no doubt tinting them with a light dust of crimson. God did that make your tired heart sore. "If that's the case I should bring down a few scribbles for you guys." Looking away with a sheepish smile you put your bag to the side, stepping forward to continue Donnies abandoned task of gather his things off the ground while he admired your sketch, a 'whoa' escaping under his breath while you layout his things next to the trucks blueprints. "So where do we start?" As if tuning back in, Donnie places your sketch book down next to the blueprint sighing, inducing a small yawn from you which you fight to hold back. "We're gonna start with cutting some sheet metal to fit the exterior, we can't do anything to the interior until I order some new parts." -Ah, that mixed with your exhaustion sounds like an awful idea. What sucks for you though is knowing the stress he's under you don't have the heart to tell him no, having already agreed after asking you for a helping hand that morning; and with all the extra work now shoved onto his plate what kind of a bitch were you to make him bare it on his own. That and you've prided yourself in the past having been given this task before; the project was much smaller than this and he taught you himself, but you were fast and efficient, artistic hands and eyes helping you nail it. "Sounds like a plan!"

With your little work station set up you got out his angle grinder and lay out the sheet metal, making measurement marks where needed before putting on you gloves, goggles, earmuffs and protective mask made by the genius himself. Placing the grinder disc in its slot, you got to work while Donnie opt for working under the hood of the truck and replacing the left headlight after securing you both a plate of the food you so graciously brought down. For about an hour you work, bent over at an odd degree going through multiple sheets to build up the trucks tank skin, sparks from the disc against the metal occasionally kiss your skin all the while the weight of sleep deprivation starts to sit on the nape of your neck and lower back. You stop the machine to look at all you have left to cut through; not a lot thankfully. Ya you can do this, right? Your prefile vision catches your attention to Donnie waving your sketchbook up a little. "Hey (Y/n), I'm going to take our plates back to the kitchen and show the guys. You good here for a minute?" You nod, giving him a thumbs up as you stand to crack you back. While you watch him leave around the corner you get back to work, mind focusing on the task at hand and then elsewhere while the disc scrapes through sheet after sheet. God you hated to watch him go but love to watch him leave, you'd draw him if you had the time. The way the sweat collects on his forehead, his muscles flexing in time with his arms pushing and pulling. Boy do you wish he would pull you in, maybe pull a sheet over you both. Such a lewd thought, and to think such a scene lives in your sketchbook? Hold on what sketchbook did you bring? Body jolting in terror you turn you gaze away from the machinery in your hands. Whoa wait, what was that sound? A weird shotgun? It was so close.

'Why did my soul leave my body like that? Just now? And what was that explosion in my lap? No, it was my hands?'

The lose of traction you had against the metal, the wind that came with it. Why does your head hurt so much, it's like you got whiplash. Something hit to truck too didn't it? Did the disc explode? Where did it go? That sound...your ears are ringing, how strong was that wind? It feels so...cold? Your cold sweating? You feel so tired, your thoughts are everywhere else now.

Wow... where did Donnie come from, he just left. What's on your pants; what's stinging you? Its burning a little. You gaze up at Donatello, you hear him talking to you in such a concerned tone, but you brain cant decode it; you can tell he's a little loud..a little high pitched almost. When did you lay down? Did you fall? It looks like he's looking at the thing on your pants..and your head? Your forehead maybe? It's so loud, how come its effecting how you see? Why can’t you seem to catch your breath?

"w-why are.. you yelling at me?"

Oh god what's he saying?

'He's holding me..it kinda hurts. My eyebrow hurts- what's stinging my eye..?' This is kinda...cozy, but how? "C-can I sleep here?" He's shaking his head..'I'm sorry D, I just want a little nap..if that's ok?'

'Fuck am I in shock?'...

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#tmnt x reader #tmnt bayverse

[riverkloss]

Victor's & Viking's ( Ft. Hvitserk Lothbrok and Curvy Oc)

This is my Entry for the lovely, beautiful, gracious @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for her Hot Fic Summer Challenge which you can find here. Thank you so much for letting me join! And helping me along my fic journey. I absolutely adore you! From Betareading and dealing with my chaotic-ness. Check out the other stories/moodboards from everyone else who participated.They're amazing! My prompt was Arcades! My little short story is based in 1989 with Hvitserk Lothbrok and Curvy Heroine who battle on a video screen and don't know who exactly eachother are.

1989

In the daylight, kids and teenagers with pockets full of quarters raided the arcade, loading themselves up on soda and junk food for weeks. By closing time, they would walk out with a sugar rush, or drag their feet exhaustedly as little zombies and call it a night with glory or defeat. 

It was so weird to see the place so empty and quiet at the end of the day. Reality felt altered, like a different universe or somewhere you weren't supposed to see after dark. I actually enjoyed working graveyard shifts for that feeling. Restocking the tickets and prizes to be won the next day, cleaning the sticky machines, sweeping the floors, unjamming the leftover quarters out of the slots…

My coworkers scattered home, or to the movies to catch that new film, Society. I had been dying to see it but hadn’t had a chance to with my odd hours. In any case, I had three dollars worth of lost quarters in my vest pocket. Going down the rows of machines I saw Ms. Pac-Man, a fan favorite since it was installed in 1986 when Mel finally got his hands on one - since it had been released in '81. He still shed a tear here and there looking at that machine. To him, every machine had a story and I knew almost every one since I started working at Mel's last year. 

I didn't care too much for Donkey Kong, Strider, or Space Invaders. To be honest,

I sucked at all of them, except for one game called Victors and Vikings. It was a one-player game made in '87 by a Danish company. In it, you got to choose between three brothers to carry out missions to get chests full of treasure in different places across the seas and fought boss characters to gain more points. I made it to all three levels: Kattegat, The Mediterranean, and Wessex. At this point, The Silk Road was out of reach but not impossible to get to. 

I was surprisingly good at it. Really good at it. And I wanted to beat the game, almost like my life depended on it. 

I flicked on the machine. The little lights tuned onto the main screen where it listed the names of the highest ten scores. I frowned as I saw someone had disturbed the row with my lit-up nickname. Whoever HVITGOD was he majorly sucked, only making third place. The attempt to beat my record was cute though. I gave him a smidge of credit, small as a grain of sand.

My Sony Walkman was clipped to the side of my jeans and my headphones were around my neck. I lifted them over my ears, pressing play on my mixtape. Sunglasses at Night by Cory Hart started up, putting my brain into game mode. I began humming and mumbling to the song with my eyes glued to the screen. I pressed my quarter into the slot, with the signature chime of bells lighting the screen and the words in bold black letters: GAME STARTING. Then the player choices flashed. I moved the shifter over to my favorite Viking brother of the bunch, selecting Alexander the Bear.

Two dollars worth of quarters later, I had beaten my own personal best, racking in 730.480 points. I knocked HVITGOD out from third to fourth, and then in 50 more cents, took his name out completely from the list just to be a bit of a pain in the ass. When I began playing, his name was all over the screen and the points kept going up, until I got the algorithm down, learned how to get the extra points, and discovered special glitches that bumped you up. It took me a couple of months to finally built up the highest scores, but I got too good. 

I kind of dreaded the day when I'd finish the game if I ever could finish it… It would mean that the game was beat and I didn't want the storyline to be done quite yet. Or worse, for HVITGOD to beat the game before I could. I bowed to my invisible crowd with an imaginary encore in the arcade on each side of the row as my cassette ended with Cherry Bomb by The Runaways before I hit the off button and put my headphones down around my neck once again. I shut off the machine, wiping it down to look shiny and new again tomorrow. 

~~~~~~

"730.480!?" Hvitserk shouted, in an awestruck panic, and started to breathe heavily, seeing the guy's name on the screen in bold black letters flashing:

THEREAPR  

Hvitserk pressed his hand over his chest where his heart actually hurt. "Oh my fucking God… I think I'm having a heart attack." He started hyperventilating holding his chest.

Ivar squinted at his brother for a second and ran a hand over his shaved head before he grabbed Hvitserk by the shoulders and smacked him on the cheek, a burning pink hue searing onto his skin. "Get yourself together!" Ivar snapped.

 Hvitserk’s mouth was wide open in shock that Ivar had actually slapped him. In public! In front of kids! Like a bitch! While wearing a purple & yellow Adidas tracksuit like a boyband member.

"You slapped me!" Hvitserk bursts out, pushing his brother away, his hazel eyes bulging in a craze.

"Listen, man. It was all fun and games before, some good laughs. Now we find ‘the weeper' and destroy him." Ivar tapped the name aggressively on the screen. His face was turning a deep red in his cheeks and he turned a white knuckle fist to Hvitserk.

"I thought you didn't care about-" Ivar cut him off quickly. "Sigurd and I have bets going. It's not important right now. This guy is trying to beat us, okay? The Lothbroks never lose." Ivar gripped Hvitserk’s shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. 

"You, my brother, have to beat this little shit, or I am going to crush him." He promised and Hvitserk cringed at him, recoiling backward a step.

"I don't get it. How is he playing when we're here all day?" Hvitserk questioned, glancing at the numbers on the screen. His stomach was cramping in pain in mourning for his game.

A kid with dark hair, about twelve years old, popped his head over beside the machine next to Victors and Vikings. "I know who The Reaper is." He chirped, voice cracking. 

They snapped their heads at the kid and it makes their brains rattle. "Oh yeah? How do I know you're not just yanking my chain right now?"

The young boy blinked quietly as he thought. His black glasses were too big for his face and they made his eyes look like saucers. He pushed them up his small nose. "I’m not, but I'm out of quarters and I want to play Lady Lisa." The boy bargained. "Ten bucks. I want a slice of pizza too." He held out his small hand for the money.

"Goddamn kids," Ivar grumbled as he shoved his hand in his pants pocket to Hvitserk’s dismay.

"You're going to give him a ten? Just like that?" 

Ivar retrieved two five-dollar bills, waving one of them at the kid. Hvitserk questioned how much money was riding on the game if Ivar was so willing to give ten bucks to a child for just a name.

"Here's the shit, kid. You tell me a name and I'll give you the other five." Ivar slapped a bill in the kid's palm. 

The kid then held the five up in the air to check if it was real, nodding to himself. "The person comes in at four o'clock on the dot and has an alien lanyard." The boy stated and held his hand out for the other five but Ivar’s grip tightened on it, not believing a word the kid blurts. "Five is enough. I hope you get your ass kicked." 

Lurching forward in a burst of anger, Ivar made the kid run off as Hvitserk gripped onto his brother, keeping him from chasing down a little child. 

"Get a hold of yourself. You're 19 years old!" Hvitserk pinned him back.

Ivar stood straight, huffing and puffing like a beast, straightening out his tracksuit angrily and looking down at his Nike Air Jordans sneakers to see if they had any marks on them. "Fuckin' kids."

Hvitserk lifted his neon Swatch up to his face. "It's an hour until four. I'll pay for some pizza. Do you know anyone with an alien lanyard?"

"Only the workers have Lanyards. The little asshole works here. That's cheating in my book." 

Hvitserk put his hand over his brother's raised fist lowering it. "Games take skill, knowledge, time, strength…" 

"Nerd power," Ivar added as he leaned away from Hvitserk to turn his gaze to the food bar. Fresh, steaming-hot pizza was being cut into gigantic pieces and he was trying to do the math of how many he could eat in one sitting. 

~~~~~

Ivar was on his fourth slice of pizza when he felt like his stomach was going to burst. 

Hvitserk, however, was on his fifth without any struggle and continued on to nearly his sixth slice. Ivar really was convinced that Hvits had been born with two working stomachs. Either that or there was a real possibility that he was carrying one of the alien creatures from the Alien movie inside. He wouldn't be surprised at either.

Hvitserk dropped a glob of tomato sauce on his striped, black & white goalie t-shirt and groaned as he picked up the napkin and aggressively rubbed at it, staining the white part with an ugly orange hue.

Ivar watched the main door open and he heard the radio shift to the next song. I Was Made for Lovin' You by Kiss echoed through the arcade. 

A young woman around his age stepped in.

Ivar’s eyes immediately took her in: a blue-green plaid flannel with only a couple buttons actually buttoned at the bottom, the sleeves pulled up to her elbows, a black lace-edged tank top underneath it, baggy jeans, and a pair of beat-up checkered vans. 

Everything slowed down watching her sway as she walked. Ivar felt his mouth grow cotton-dry. He swatted his brother hard in his chest and pointed to the girl. 

Hvitserk averted his eyes up. Cindy Crawford, Farrah Fawcett, and Carrie Fisher together had nothing on this girl. He looked down at her neck seeing the black, alien lanyard decorating it. No fucking way, he thought. His brain short-circuited and turned to mush.

"I know her… I mean, I know of her. I never really talked to her, I've wanted to though. She can't be The Reaper. Can she?" Hvitserk rambled on.

"Can't hurt to ask." Ivar smiled at his brother in a snide way. He was going to pull the 'Ivar’: flirt his way into finding out the answers. Flirting with girls. Fighting with guys. Ivar was indeed a lover and a fighter. 

The girl was made like one of the goddesses in Victors and Vikings: round hips and waist which reminded Hvitserk of how he loved that level where his character, Rollo the Vicious, had to find the goddess, Idunn, and get the apple to trade for the boat ride to Wessex. He hesitated as his brother stood up, popping his collar on his tracksuit and strutting over to her as she pressed herself into the counter of the Prize Pit talking to the guy behind it. Hvitserk had seen her countless times and would have never thought she would be the one to be playing against him. He wanted to ask her out but never got the courage to. 

She had a reputation for shutting guys down at each turn. He even witnessed it once. She could crush a man underneath the sole of her shoe and they would gladly thank her for it. He didn't even think he had a shot. 

Ivar slid in close beside her. She was quick to step away, the look of a scorned woman set her features. She looked like a Valkyrie heading into battle, making Hvitserk feel hot and bothered. He could almost hear the words fly out of her mouth. "What did you say?" 

Ivar wasn't one to recoil back in surprise or shock but Hvitserk watched as the girl pointed her finger to the door. And for the first time in his life, he watched his brother shrink to the size of a bobblehead, shoulders dropping, as he walked out of the arcade in shame with Hvitserk chasing after him. 

"Was it her?! Is she The Reaper?!" Hvitserk’s words jumbled out together. Ivar nodded.

"She said that you two can dish it out in a battle in a week."

"That's it?" Hvitserk found it hard to believe that's all she’d said. 

"I- I said even if she didn't win, I could be the prize." Ivar looked as if his soul had been devastatingly crushed. "She told me if she wanted a..." He choked up on the words. "-reject Cabbage Patch doll wearing a tracksuit she'd go to Sears." He spat out.

Hvitserk tilted his head examining Ivar’s face, pausing for a second. When seeing the similarity, he proceeded to cackle loudly - so hard that people stared - as Ivar looked on like a lost puppy, but still determined to win that bet.

 ~~~~~

Victors and Vikings was dead. 

Actually dead.

A little kid put a big gulp on top of the Lady Lisa and it slid down between both and it completely fried the circuit board for Victors and Vikings. Since the parts that made it whole were nearly impossible to get from Denmark, it couldn't be revived. They pulled it out into the backroom where it sat, lifeless.

Mel and I mourned the game. I think he was more in grief than I was... He even shed a few tears. It wasn't a popular game. It was loved by few people but it was still important to us.

As I was stocking up the Prize Pit, a somber voice behind me made me jump slightly. "I heard about the game." I turned to face him and my feelings rose up to the surface.

"It was the only video game I was really good at, you know? I wanted to beat it." I spoke sadly, clutching a PacMan head to my chest.

I'd seen him so many times around the arcade. Never in a million years would I have thought that he was the infamous HVITGOD. I thought he was cute before, but he was cuter up close. His hair was cropped neatly, shaved at the sides, and parted to the side. At least it wasn't an awful mullet. Hazel eyes like his were my favorite and they made me melt a little.

"You weren't good, you were spectacular." He stated. "I was rooting for you to win!" He exclaimed loudly, making me smile. 

"You're lying to make me feel better." I poked him in his chest. "But it's working." 

He flickered his gaze at my smiling lips and met my eyes, all while smirking. "I'm not lying." He said, extending his hand out for me to shake. "Hvitserk Lothbrok."

I shook his hand trying to hide my smile by biting the inside of my cheek, looking away shyly and back to him. 

"Do you want to go catch a movie? There's this new horror flick called Society that's in, I can get us in for free. My brother Sigurd works there. I can get a bunch of snacks for free too!" He rambled on nervously. 

I nodded, amused. "Sure, I'll go to the movies with you, HVITGOD."

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2 00 8

"And that's how I met your mother," Hvitserk tells our three sons: Alexander, Victor, and Ivan.

"Your mom was a complete fox! Still is!" Ivar yells, tipping his beer bottle to me as I set the picnic table in the backyard. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at him. 

"You're forgetting the best part! Your father bargained with Mel to buy the machine and it took three years for him to rebuild it with Frankenstein parts from other dead machines. When he finally fixed it, he proposed to me." I tell my kids. 

"Well, who won when you finally fixed it?" Ivan asks, trying to get to the point. "910.673 points, The Reaper defeated HVITGOD and it was one of the best days of my life." Hvitserk smiles at me and takes a sip of his lemonade. Nearly forty now, he still looks just as handsome. The Lothbrok genes were a gift from the gods because Hvitserk barely showed any signs of grey. Only a few wrinkles here and there but still just as good-looking as the day he asked me out.

"The 90s were better! I have better stories than Mr. Romantic here. Did your mom ever tell you how she stole a cop car?" Ivar tosses a grin at me, leaning back into the patio chair. 

"WHAT?!" All my kids shout in shock and look back at me. 

"Mom?" Victor asked me to validate. 

I do not say a definite yes or no. 

"The 90s were insane, actually one or two of you could be my kids—" 

Hvitserk and I immediately cut Ivar off from speaking.

"Your Uncle is trying to be funny!" I toss a reassuring smile to my children and a glare to Ivar who sits there nonchalantly. I turn, leaning my hip into the table facing them.

"Boys, come help me get the food in the kitchen, I'll get the cooler. Everyone's going to be here soon!" I watch as my kids groan, sheepishly dragging their feet into the house, out of view and sound.

"You're still a sex goddess." Ivar nods, eyeing me up and down. "That Christmas party of '95 is still my favorite. Little Victor was born nine months later." Ivar holds up his fingers in the air.

I recall the memory. Hvitserk. Ivar. The Christmas Party at Ubbe’s while Bjørn babysat. It had been a while since Hvitserk and I went out because of the baby. Then the after-party drinking at Ivar’s place… Things just happened… and then happened again a couple of times after… It was the 90s after all… 

♡ Notes & Tags ♡

To be honest, I don't know where this idea came from Arcades. I went from a cute fluff story to a need to put a twist ending because why not? If you would like tagged in upcoming stories or moodboard just shoot me a comment or a message! :)

Tagging my fellow peeps @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie @heavenly1927

@flowers-in-your-hayr @rayodelastrorey

#cherry pie’s hot fic summer #hvitserk Lothbrok #Marco ilsø #ivartheboneless #HvitserkRagnarsson #alexhoghandersen #blast from the past

[afraid-of-the-deep-sea]

Ace is truly the epitome of an annoying teenage boy. He moans as a joke, hits the top of doorframes, and calls everyone who dresses slightly alternative emo. He is what minimum wage workers fear and supermarkets shiver when he walks in because he will buy half the stock of whatever cheap snack they have. I wish to throw him like a tennisball

#maybe this is very dutch #but because there's always a supermarket nearby #teenage kids just raid the place for food #it's cheaper than the school's cafeteria? #or ig in this case itd be sams shop #disney twisted wonderland #twst #ace trappola #twst ace

[helliontherapscallion]

I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission 

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week 

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get 

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm. 

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.” 

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that 

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely 

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record. 

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up. 

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car 

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes. 

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him. 

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!” 

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone. 

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car. 

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling. 

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.” 

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time 

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat. 

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror. 

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front. 

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles. 

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?” 

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked. 

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip 

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T  F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly 

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows. 

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.” 

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.” 

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.” 

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel 

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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Hiii! Been delving into Steter now, in the year of our lord 2021, even though I never really did when I was active in the fandom years ago and I was wondering if you'd have some longfic recs for the ship? Like, fics that are Classics(TM)? But happy endings! And I'm not super into those in which Stiles is still underage 😬 do u have any recs? Thanks!

Welcome to the Steter fandom! I definitely have some long fics to rec, some of them are super old lol, and I'll stick to ones around 20k or over, and most of them are finished. And hmm, considering the ship, and a lot of fics like to start off in season 1 where Stiles is still technically a teenager, I'll try to limit these to ones with Stiles being at least 16/17 before anything starts happening, and only 18+ if there's explicit content. I hope that's okay.

drowning in the sea of you by Corpium

Beacon Hills was perfect for Stiles growing up, but now, with werewolves, hunters, and an anxious best friend running around, it's turning into a place too chaotic for an empath like Stiles to handle alone. And pain killers can only go so far.

Wake Me Up by ToAStranger

Stiles has been in a coma for six years. Now he's awake.

Tremors by Corpium

(Stiles has a taste for him now. All Peter needs to do is wait.)

Surviving Peter and the Zombie Apocalypse by Nopennamesleft

Its the end of the world and Stiles has run out of luck. He saves a werewolf from certain death. Will they begin to rely on each other to survive or will the wolf just eat Stiles for a midnight snack?

Bite Down by EclipseWing

In which Stiles is forced to survive the zombie apocalypse with a sociopathic murdering werewolf for company.

as you are by veterization

Stiles runs straight into a tree and suddenly, things are... different. Namely, he's in a world where Peter Hale is his boyfriend.

Call My Name by KouriArashi

After moving to Beacon Hills, Stiles starts having recurring dreams of a man in some kind of prison, who needs his help. Things get so bad that he ends up in Eichen House, where he finds out that the man is real.

Devil of Mercy by KouriArashi

Peter's heard people talk about what it felt like when they saw their mate for the first time, from those who actually believe in the mystical bullshit. Like a magnet, like gravity. Peter just feels... sharply curious.

Whiskey is My Kind of Lullaby by taylorpotato

Peter is a simple saloon owner on one of the outer planets between the Aaru Belt and the Olympus Galaxy. He’s done with trouble. Done with adventure. So fucking done with rustlers. That is, until a cute young outlaw named Stiles wanders into his bar. Peter has this problem where he can’t seem to resist charming narcissists (perhaps because they remind him of himself). And when said narcissists turn his life upside-down, the worst part is he’s not even that upset about it.

Proposing To Strangers by moonstalker24

At the end of a strained relationship, crime novelist Stiles chooses to hide from the world inside a bar with far too many motorcycles outside it for comfort. Here he'll meet the man of his dreams, eat food and propose marriage, all within the first five minutes.

Peter doesn't know who this kid is, but he's cute and looks like he could use a break. So he feeds him. He's not expecting a marriage proposal, but with what comes after, he doesn't really mind.

Stiles Stilinski, Disaster Chef by Guede

The zombie apocalypse forces Stiles to learn how to cook.

The Will by Guede

We are gathered here today for the reading of Gerard Argent’s will.

On the Importance of Lunar Influences in Gardening by Guede

“Oh, it’s you again,” Stiles sighs. He puts down his basket and drops the bunch of onions into it, and then dusts off his hands. “Can’t you get your own strawberries? I mean, I have it on good authority that wild strawberries? They’re a thing. They exist. They’re out there.”

“But Stiles,” says the werewolf dangling by one foot from the tree, sticky red smears around his mouth and all over his fingers. “Your berries are so juicy, so ripe. Those ones in the woods are mere passing indulgences compared to the royal feast you have in your garden.”

Genii loci Stiles and his father run a community garden, and it’s all good, except for the werewolf who keeps sneaking over the fence to raid Stiles’ strawberry patch (and the hunter who’s constantly hanging around his father).

Runes and all kinds of things by FeelingsDusk (WIP)

Enough is enough. Stiles is tired of being always a last choice when he always tries to do his best for his precious people, so they better get their act together or face being left behind.

OR

The things in the Argent's basement get nearly fatal, the Sheriff finds about the supernatural, Allison can have a wicked, wicked mind and Peter Hale appears to be everywhere.

Oh, and Stiles can't seem to stop breaking the laws of physics with his magic.

Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter

The Hale Wolf Sanctuary isn’t just for wolves.

It turns out it’s for Stilinskis as well.

Out Of The East, Never See The Sun Rise by neglectedtuesday

In the beginning, there are three absolutes.

One. Stiles is a god, forged of starlight and collapsing galaxies and he is eternal.

Two. Peter is human, fragile bone and viscous blood and he is temporary.

Three. Stiles and Peter are in love; love that claws its way inside one’s heart like fish hooks; all encompassing love that is beautiful but dangerous.

Stiles is a god. Peter is human. They love each other.

Three absolutes.

You Had Me at Canapes by LadyArinn

Stiles doesn't mean to sneak into the Hale wedding, and he certainly doesn't mean to have cliche coat-room sex with the bride's uncle, but what had happened, happened, and it wasn't like he could just leave. At least, not until he got to have some of that cake.

Infinite Space by DiscontentedWinter

Stiles needs Peter's expertise to help stop the latest threat to Beacon Hills. And, as the pack falls apart around him, he might even need Peter for more than that.

Hook, Yarn, Sinker by pprfaith

Stiles is happy with his store, his hobbies, his friends. Peter's just trying to figure out how to raise his nieces and nephew without fucking them up too badly.

Paths cross.

Open Wounds by Guede

Talia got out of the fire with Peter, but everyone else died. Years later, they’re still struggling with injuries, but they’ve at least settled in with oddball werewolf Stiles. And then other werewolves start showing up. Familiar ones.

Bittersweet Creek by Guede

When Stiles finally steps off the westward trail to California, he’s the last of his pack. He starts building a den, but then he finds a dying man next to a burnt-down house and it turns out he’s not really much of a settler, after all.

For Great Justice! by Green

Stiles is a vengeance demon, drawn to Peter just as he's waking from his catatonia.

"Whoever did this? We will make those fuckers suffer. I promise you."

Bone Deep by ShippersList

A body in the woods, a mate, and a long-awaited revenge.

Peter had no idea how his life would change when he followed the strange pull in his chest.

Love What is Behind You by KouriArashi

Basically what it says on the label. Hunger Games type fusion. Stiles doing way better than anyone anticipates. Peter finds him intriguing. Ruthless, devious assholes working together to ruin bad guys, as the Steter ship is meant to be.

Soothing the Burn by Therapeutic_Steter (WIP)

Peter is burnt out and breaking down. Stiles notices and offers him solace, along with the one thing he wants most: Pack.

Til Death by Bunnywest

“How long do we have to find him someone?” Stiles asks. “Two weeks,” says Derek, eyebrows pulling down even further. The fierceness of his expression tells Stiles just how concerned he is. “He marries, or he goes to the camps. And you know what your father told us,” Scott reminds her. The camps……aren’t camps. Peter either finds a wife, or he dies.

Ink Blossoms by Triangulum

"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.

"Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

"Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."

"To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."

Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.

"It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.

"Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.

After You by FlyAwayMeow (rjaejoo)

It’s true that sometimes what you want the most, you can’t have and that you’ll miss what you once had all along when it’s finally gone.

After breaking his engagement to Chris, Peter heads to New York to start over. He meets Stiles, a young author at his publishing house who helps him piece his confidence back together. When tragedy strikes, he discovers how to finally let go of his past and have the family and future he's always wanted with the pieces already in his life.

love me lights out by veterization

Stiles and Peter get snowed in together. (Or: what happens when you accept phone calls from people you haven't spoken to in over five years.)

Uncle Peter Doesn't Date by Mellow (SweetCandy) (WIP)

“Oh don’t lie, you love it.” Peter purred and winked at his newest arm candy, who spluttered for a few seconds, before blushing like a 16 year old virgin. Considering how young he looked Laura wouldn’t be surprised if he was actually 16. “Shut up Peter!” Bambi squeaked, still flushing and averting Laura’s eyes. “Well, anyways, I’m,” ‘Bambi’. “Stiles. Stiles Stilinski, pleasure to meet you- again.” Stiles smiled sheepishly, obviously nervous. Stiles Stilinski. Definitely a stripper then.

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Or: Laura was prepared for whatever piece of armcandy her uncle had decided to show up with, what she hadn't been prepared for was Stiles Stilinski...her uncle's boyfriend.

Under the Songbird’s Wing by mia6363

Captivity easily destroys the will of escape. It can break the fiercest of animal. It can strip the most regal man and woman down to nothing but animal needs.

Captivity can, if met with unwavering determination, shape a person into something unimaginable.

Stiles is sixteen when he's captured. Stiles's first thought is, "I won't die here."

Baby Whisperer by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids)

“What. Is that.”

Scott looked up at him, apprehensive.

“Her name’s Lily.”

Stiles stared at the fuzzy head peeking out of the papoose.

“Her. Her name. That is a real live human baby. Oh my God-”

“Actually I don’t know if she’s human?” Scott said with a confused frown. “Becca didn’t say.”

“Who the fuck is Becca?!”

Sacrificial Lamb by Bunnywest

The Alpha has a scruffy beard, unkempt hair and dazzling blue eyes. The scar on his face is raised, running down his cheek like a twisting, gnarled rope. Stiles knows that it came from the blade of Kate Argent herself, and that the Alpha got it fighting in the battle where Kate killed his lover, cutting his head clean from his neck, if the stories are to be believed.

The Alpha lets Stiles look his fill, before indicating that Stiles should take the other couch, and Stiles does so, his father’s words echoing in his ears. He can do this, can be pleasant and amenable. The lives of his people may depend on it. The Alpha spends long moments surveying him, before saying, “I like you, Stiles.”

You don’t know me, Stiles wants to blurt out, but he bites his tongue.

The Various Triumphs of Mischief Bilinski by Whispering_Sumire (WIP)

"Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind.

Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling.

Chris cocks his gun.

"You killed my father," he says.

"No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity.

"What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar.

"I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?"

[Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]

A Curious Magic by Triangulum

Overall, Stiles is very well-known in the supernatural community. It’d be hard not to be, not with how his reputation has grown like wildfire. He knows and is on good terms with nearly all the fae that reside in the preserve, the asrai that live deep in the lake, the Ito pack, the vampire couple that lives over in Beacon Valley (they buy an ethically-sourced food supply from Stiles), as well as almost every other supernatural entity in the area. But Talia Hale doesn’t like him, and a werewolf pack tends to do what their alpha tells them to.

So it’s a definite surprise when the wards at the edge of his property trip, the tingling down his spine telling him it’s a werewolf, the lack of burning sensation letting him know there’s no hostile intent. Stiles, in his office in the second floor turret, sets down the amulet he’s packing up for Marin and moves to the large window overlooking the front of his property. He’s expecting to see an Ito packmember, even though they nearly always call in advance, and is surprised to see a man that he recognizes as Talia’s brother, Peter.

Light in the Dark by cywscross

It still surprises Stiles sometimes, how easily he’s adapted. Seven months in a world filled with train tracks and soul-sucking fae, and it feels like he’s never known anything else.

~~

Or, the one where diverting the Ghost Riders from Beacon Hills to prey on a different town only succeeded in setting them free.

Vengeance Looks Good On You, Sweetheart by cywscross

Just because Scott refuses to see the Argents for what they truly are - prejudiced serial killers sitting proudly on a mountain of innocent corpses - doesn't mean Stiles will. It's about time someone did something about the Argent Empire anyway, and what a coincidence - summer vacation is just around the corner.

--

Or, the one where Gerard Argent kidnapped the wrong fucking person to torture. Stiles has never subscribed to the policy of forgiving and forgetting anyway, not when razing the problem to the ground and salting the earth for good measure has always been a far better solution in the long run.

He doesn't expect to have company.

#rec list #teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #fanfic rec #akielosrises #ask

[disasterofastory]

Hvitserk’s woman (Hvitserk x Reader)

Hvitserk’s woman Hvitserk x Reader Warnings: none

When you were younger, you dream about… well… Bjorn.  He was everything you thought you needed. He was ambitious and handsome. Your teenage heart almost exploded out from your chest whenever you saw him. In your eyes, he was everything you wanted from a man. He wanted to conquer the world, and you hoped you will be the one standing next to him as his lover. Everybody knew about your feelings for the Viking, even the Viking himself, but you were too young and naïve for him at the time. He went on raids while you were still trained and learned how to hold the sword with one hand. Looking back at your teenage self, you just laugh about your silly dreams. As you grow up, you find out the only reason you loved Bjorn because you wanted to be like him. You wanted to travel the world and win battles and be famous like him or his parents. But you don’t need a man for it. He is not who you need for it.

You need Hvitserk.

The young Viking showed you his feelings when you least expected it. You thought he will fight for Margarethe against his brother, but he surprised everyone when he challenged the man who courted you for months. After his victory, he talked to you like you were a child. “You don’t want these men!” He told you. “Then who I want?” You asked him angrily. “Me,” he smiled as if you weren’t fighting.

And he was right.

The sons of Ragnar are already at the table when you arrive. You greet everyone with a smile while you sit down next to your husband, pecking his lips. He places a plate full of food in front of you and a cup with ale. “I heard you helped Helga with the kids,” he tells you. “Little rascals,” you murmur and smile at him gratefully. You didn’t even have time to eat, and you are starving. “How was your day?” You ask him. “We went hunting with Ubbe and Ivar,” he tells you. “I hope you love rabbits because we will eat them for a few weeks,” he jokes, smiling. “Y/N, look who is here,” Margarethe tells you, looking at the entrance door. You don’t like her smile, but you follow her gaze to Bjorn and Torvi. The burly Viking pulls his wife closer to him as they are getting closer. You know very well why Margarethe draws your attention to the oldest brother. “Hey,” Bjorn greets you with a stoic face, and you do the same. You stare at each other for long seconds before one of you gives up and starts to laugh. This time you win this round. Of course, your victory means nothing. It's just a play you and Bjorn enjoy. After you grew up and found out you didn’t love Bjorn anymore, you two became great friends. He helped you train and even let you came with him on your first raid. “How’re the ships?” You ask him as they sit down. “As the spring comes, we will be ready to travel,” he answers. You grab Hvitserks thigh excitedly as you look up at him. You made an agreement for a few weeks ago, one more raid, and after it, you two start to work on a family. Hvitserk wants children for almost a year now, but you weren’t ready, and he respected it. You started to think about kids recently, but first, you wanted to travel one more time. “Why are you so happy about it?” Ivar asks suspiciously. “We started to think about children,” you tell him. “Uh, more Hvitserks?” He shudders. “Are you sure about it?” “You say it now, but I know you, Ivar,” you reply. “You will burn down the world for them.” You are sure about it. There are times when Ivar could kill his brothers but one wrong world about his nephews and nieces, and he is ready to murder anyone. “Are you sure you want Hvtiserk’s children?” Margarethe asks, and Ubbe slams down his cup. “Shut up, wife,” he hisses. You know Margarethe’s problem. She is still sour because Hvitserk chose you, and her marriage with Ubbe is failing. If you can believe Hvitser’s words, he already found a new woman. “Why I wouldn’t be sure about it?” You ask her. Of course, you know her answer. “You were in love with Bjorn, no?” She asks. She wants you to be embarrassed, but it doesn’t work. You talked about it with Bjorn years ago, and your husband is sure about your love for him. “And you fucked with all of the brothers? What is your point?” She looks at you angrily but can’t answer. “No, she doesn’t fucked with me,” Bjorn raises his hand. “I think you don’t even love Hvitserk. You just want his father’s name to help you get famous,” Margarethe accuse you. “I need no man to make me famous,” you answer. “Hvitserk is my husband because I love him. And if you don’t pull back your legs from him, I will break them, and you will be more crippled than Ivar.” Of course, you saw it. Your hand was on Hvitserk’s thigh the whole time, and you felt his muscles working to keep Margarethe away from himself. After your words, the blonde woman backs off. You and Bjorn would be a powerful couple, but not happy. A life with him would be full of raids and battles, and power plays. And as you said before, you don’t need him to be as famous as his mother. However, a life with Hvitserk is full of laughter and peacefulness. He enjoys being on the battlefield, but at home, he prefers the little things, like a fresh loaf of bread or cuddles and jokes. “What should I do?” Ivar asks. “Be angry or laugh?”

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Silver Linings

1. Gotta Keep On, Keepin' On

Summary: No kid, no tribe, and avoiding his responsibilities, Din Djarin has gone back to bounty hunting and mercenary work under the watchful eye of Boba Fett. After a job on Ibaar goes very wrong in more ways than Din would like to count, he is forced to flee with a very peculiar New Republic doctor. He is determined to get enough credits and fuel to drop the doctor off on her home planet and be done with it. But will he be able to part ways with her after she finds all the right and wrong ways to push his buttons?

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Rated Mature: language, canonical violence, depression, mentions of suicidal behavior.

“I don't know if I'm scared of dying But I'm scared of living too fast, too slow Regret, remorse, hold on, oh no I've got to go There’s no starting over No new beginnings time races on.” - My Silver Lining, First Aid Kit

Ibaar-

The fist of the Empire reached far, sweeping across the farthest reaches of the Galaxy; the deepest corners seemed to have felt its influences. Even the smallest, poorest planets had Stormtroopers deployed to them - a formality to further oppress the planets’ occupants and show their might - and dissuade any sort of rebellion from sparking. The destruction of the second Death Star and subsequent death of Emperor Palpatine at the hands of the Rebellion had shown that plan hadn’t, well, panned out. Still, in the five years or so after the fall of the Empire, the New Republic was just now starting to finally make its way into the Outer Rim Territories after ensuring that the more strategically essential planets were well taken care of. Remnants of the Empire still clung to those planets, holding out hope that the Empire would somehow revive itself and their loyalty would be rewarded. Many felt that the New Republic had abandoned them, that things hadn’t gotten any better since the Empire had fallen. It would be the same as it had always been. The Outer Rim would continue to be forgotten, continued to be terrorized by Remnant Stormtroopers, continued to be terrorized by pirates, and continued to be terrorized by gangsters. People had given up hope once again.

But, aid was coming. Slowly, but it was coming. New Republic troops were starting to make their way back out towards planets that needed them, bringing with them much-needed supplies and rations. Marshals were installed in the major cities and villages to help keep the peace and bring a sense of law to an otherwise lawless territory. Medical teams were dispatched to provide much-needed tautology assistance to planets that were unable to get the care they needed.

Doctor Gertrude Ásketill was the first in line to sign up for those peace operations. She was coming hot off of her time as a rebel medic. She was bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and full of hope as they deployed her to the first assignment. She had an entire team - plenty of assistants and droids to ensure that everyone got the proper care they needed. They were able to start a proper clinic, train the locals, and establish a line to the core planets to ensure they could get all the medicine and vaccines they would need. Trudy felt good when she left that planet for the second.

The second planet saw fewer supplies and resources. She thought maybe it might have been a mistake. This planet had a bigger population than the last. Perhaps they didn't realize they needed to send more supplies, but then the third and fourth planets came. Supplies and resources were stripped as funding got cut, and slowly her team was redistributed to other projects.

And that left Trudy on the fifth planet - Ibaar.

It was just her and a few other doctors spread across the Outer Rim that was left of the program. She was sure that they would be recalled back to Chandrila - the capital of the Republic, but that had been almost a year ago. She had been on Ibaar for about as long. She was alone; at least, it felt that way. The only other two in her clinic with her was an older model R4-7 droid named A9-C that had been reprogrammed to help in the medical field. The humanoid-shaped, bug-eyed droid was built in the early days of the Empire and complained more than he assisted. The other was a teenager named Max, who had taken an interest in medicine. Whether it was because he liked Trudy or wanted to become a medic was to be answered. He was a good assistant and listened.

The only other Republic representative on Ibaar with Trudy was the Marshal: Baxley Morgan. How that man ever got the job of Republic Marshal was beyond her. It was probably why he ended up out here. He had a good heart, but the boy was dumb as a brick, and while she was no fighter - she could at least shoot a blaster well enough to hit whatever she was pointing at. It might not have been where she wanted it to go, but at least it’d hit its target.

The Empire had put blockades up to punish the Ibaarians for being sympathetic to the rebel cause. The aid that had been promised to the Ibaarians had finally come, and it was a little lackluster. The locals were friendly enough, but they felt a little betrayed. Trudy couldn’t blame them.

Trudy had become jaded herself; things were back to the status quo. There weren’t any more Imperial blockades, but with the lack of resources and supplies coming in - there might as well have been.

Ibaar, all-in-all, wasn’t a bad planet. It was a mountainous, temperate planet. The capital village, and the one that Trudy was in, was nestled in a valley - built into the side of the mountain while the rest of the land in the valley was used for farming. The natural cliffs that reached their stony fingertips to the sky provided a natural defense for the village, and the hundreds of waterfalls that cascaded down their sides gave the village and farms much-needed water. On a clear day, you could see for miles around. Though for all of Ibaar’s beauty, the weather was the worst. They could be lucky to see the sun one, maybe twice, per month. The rest of the month was plagued with overcast clouds, fog, daily rain, and nightly thunderstorms. It took some getting used to, and Trudy had ordered extra vitamins to help with the lack of sun.

Despite being the capital village of Ibaar, Laakso Village didn’t even have its own docking bay within the village’s boundaries, especially - making already scarce supplies harder to get. Luckily speeders made that journey a bit less complicated, though it was still rough going. A local warlord and his gang - a former Imperial commander and his troopers - had taken it upon themselves to decide that the Ibaarian Mountains were a great place to hide and run their smuggling business out of, using the old rebel tunnels from the war.

It made things dangerous.

Unsuspecting travelers going to and from the port or any of the other smaller villages in the mountains would be ambushed. Those lucky to survive had their property stolen. The bandits would look for anything from blasters, food, credits, various forms of technology they could get their hands on, and medical supplies. Trudy didn’t know how many villagers and travelers she had patched up in her time there, injured by ambushes. While the gang kept the locals terrified, they still hadn’t been bold enough to make their way into Laasko Village, choosing instead to raid the smaller outer villages - ones not protected by a marshal.

Baxley was having a hell of a time dealing with it himself and had brought up hiring some extra help. Trudy had nipped that in the bud; hiding behind hired mercenaries wasn’t going to do anyone any good - that he really needed to call in support from the Republic. The conversation tapered off after that, and the emergency seemed to have died down. However, as it always did, there was no downtime. The newest crisis cropped up - the report of the flu on a neighboring planet in the same system. A planet Ibaar happened to trade with. Which meant Trudy had to work to get vaccines to Ibaar before everyone was sick. She had ordered them about a month ago. Thank the stars someone was on her side, and the vaccines only took a month to get to her. Someone had made the shipment hastily, and they were currently waiting for someone to pick them up. Trudy couldn’t pull her boots on fast enough when the docking attendant called her to report they had been dropped off. Within fifteen minutes, she was in a speeder with a blaster and Max in the passenger seat. They would get there by nightfall - if they were lucky. Trudy just hoped to the stars above that nothing happened on their way.

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It seemed as though Trudy’s silent prayers were answered. She pulled the speeder around to the docking bay and left it idling as Max hopped out of it, striding up to the attendant’s office and rapping his knuckles on the glass. He had grown like a sprout since Trudy had been there, now easily towering over her - though that wasn’t exactly hard to do. Brownish red shaggy hair constantly fell into his eyes, much to his mother’s dismay, and he was a lot less intimidating than he liked to think he was, especially with those freckles. Trudy waited as they exchanged words, waving a hand as the attendant poked his head out of his office and motioned to where the vaccines were - clearly annoyed he had been interrupted from his dinner and whatever wrestling match was on the holo. Trudy moved towards the vaccines, scanning them in with the datapad she pulled from her pack and happy to see that they didn’t have to quite rush back with them. Their cooling system had enough charge to allow them to rest a little bit - though they would still have to make the trip back by night. Max helped her load the crates into the back of the speeder and went out front to buy them both some roasted tip-yip and drinks from the food cart out front. Trudy turned around, eyeing the gunship docked in the bay the vaccines had been stored in. Annoyance twisted in her stomach that the valuable vaccines were stored where some random visitor to the planet could just poke through them. Though, the presence of the gunship made her raise an eyebrow. Not many ships like this made their way out here; either the owner was here for a quick refuel, or they were up to something no good. She scowled at it as Max returned with the tip-yip on a stick and a couple of cool bottles of water. “We didn’t get harassed today,” Max observed as he sat down on the roof of the speeder, and Trudy took a seat inside. “You think somethin’ is goin’ on?”

She nibbled at the meat on the stick and offered a shrug, turning to look back at the gunship. “Who knows. I just hope they keep whatever they’ve got going on out of the village. I want to sleep peacefully when we get back.”

You know the phrase famous last words? Those were Trudy’s.

--- Miles away, a Mandalorian clad in beskar armor was about to attempt to take down a stronghold of bandits and remnant stormtroopers all on his own. Maybe Fennec Shand was right. Maybe he was suicidal. ** Chapter 2: But I Ain't Dead Yet Taglist: @novemberrain221, @blackdogdesignuk, @mistyfur5, @thepoisonofgod

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Danny Phantom Randomness (Why Vlad & Tucker Could Never Be Mayor!)

Before I get started, let me make a few things absolutely clear. Yes, I KNOW this is only a kid’s cartoon and I shouldn’t be thinking so hard about it. Yes, I KNOW Season 3 is the worst part of the series with only a few good things about it I am happy exist like Frostbite and such. And lastly, I am fully aware I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT POLITICS. But hey even I can do my research and besides, I think we can all agree that regardless of the fact that Tucker helped figure out how to save the Earth too in Phantom Planet, letting him become Mayor of Amity Park makes NO SENSE!!!

He’s 14 for crying out loud!

Anyways, I’m about to go on a bit of a rant/ramble here so if this isn’t your thing it’s ok if you want to ignore this post. Just do me a favor and don’t make fun of how little I know about politics or get mad at me for anything I’m about to say, ok? I did the best I could and wanted to share my findings.

If you don’t mind sitting through this tirade of mine, feel free to read the rest down below. But yeah, I’m about to get at least somewhat political and realistic here so you’ve been warned...

Now, if I haven’t lost you yet I kinda ran into a few major problems while researching a few facts for the next chapter of my fanfic “Ghost In The Machine” which takes place during and after the episode “Kindred Spirits” which is the 3rd to last episode in season 2. Basically, I’m doing something slightly similar to what I did in my fanfic “Nowhere To Run” where I blamed a lot of the extra aggression Danny has towards Vlad in Season 3 on the fact that he went too far by not only cloning Danny, but KIDNAPPING AND TORTURING A 14 YEAR OLD!

And likewise, Vlad is especially hostile towards Danny for more or less murdering his 'perfect half-ghost son’ too so after Danny pulls that ‘prank’ with the Guys in White that’s his excuse to make Danny’s life a living hell once he totally gives up on that dream of becoming a father. That brings us to our first point of why Vlad becoming Mayor of Amity Park also makes no sense!

Let’s sum up the episode “Eye for an Eye” first:

Day 1: Vlad's 2nd Castle is Destroyed (Note: This is probably when he goes to stay at the hotel)

Day 2: Danny's Bedroom is Raided by the Guys In White

Day 3: Vlad is Publicly Humiliated on Live TV

Day 4: Danny is Embarrassed at School & Vlad Travels to Amity Park after Purchasing the Nasty Burger and Destroys it. (Note: Hmm, another nod to Dan's timeline maybe?)

Day 5: Vlad Runs for Mayor as a Last Minute Write-In Candidate Then Overshadows All the Voters to Win.

Day 6: Vlad Makes a Speech About Danny Inspiring Him To Run for Mayor. (Note: I assume it's the next day but its hard to tell, I mean, they probably had to clean up the mess from their fight either way.)

Day 7-14: Vlad Puts New Rules in Place To Make Danny's Life More Difficult (Note: Ok, this HAD to have taken at least a week right? They can't enforce new laws THAT fast, right?)

Day 14-19: Vlad Uses the GIW to Capture Ghosts (Note: which Danny points out were totally staged since they're all the SAME THREE GHOSTS) for PR so People Think They Don't Need Danny Phantom.

Day 19 (Continued): Vlad Rebuilds the Nasty Burger as Mc Masters and Bans Teenagers (Note: Sadly this sort of thing actually IS legal, especially since I assume the Nasty Burger is a local fast food place that’s privately owned and not a fast food chain across the states in this world, but I can still see why it'd upset the local teens)

Day 20: Danny Convinces His Classmates To Help Protest When Vlad Refuses To Accept His Apology The Previous Day (Note: Yeah, Vlad was being extra petty at this point when Danny had to completely swallow his pride to even try to apologize for something he probably knows deep down WAS wrong no matter how evil Vlad is, you're better than that Danny!)

Day 21: Vlad Finally Lets Up After Danny Takes A Hit In Public AS Danny Fenton To Make Vlad Look Bad

Alright, now that we’ve summed up a time span for Vlad’s little tantrum more or less with a little bit of guess work, let’s address the problems with Vlad becoming Mayor which I’ll also apply to Tucker:

Problem 1 (Vlad Only):

“Many states require that residents spend at least 183 days or more in a state to claim they live there for income tax purposes. In other words, simply changing your driver's license and opening a bank account in another state isn't enough. You'll need to actually live there to claim residency come tax season.” ~ https://www.moving.com/tips/how-to-establish-residency-in-a-new-state/

I know Vlad’s powerful and can overshadow people, but I have a hard time believing he can convince that many people he’s lived in Amity Park for 6 months when he was on the News when there was a broadcast about his castle getting demolished in Wisconsin, and I mean if the news was big enough for the citizens of Amity Park to see on their local news, chances are the whole country did too otherwise why would they show it? He was literally only in Amity Park for 2 DAYS!

Problem 2 (Vlad Only):

According to the math I did, there are 366 days in a year so 183 days is basically half of that which means Vlad would have had to have been a resident of Amity Park for 6 MONTHS before he could even run for election! But as you can see, he was only in Amity park 3 weeks at most, and that’s in total, not before he actually ran for election! And there are about 26 weeks in half a year. So yeah, none of it adds up...

Problem 3 (Tucker Only):

In every state I could find an answer for, you have to be at LEAST 18 before you can run for office. And honestly, what sane teenager wants THAT much extra responsibility managing a whole town once they’re old enough to vote when they have enough to worry about moving out of their houses and getting ready for college...?

Problem 4 (Tucker Only):

You have to at least have a High School Diploma before you can run for office at minimum, but it varies depending on the state. Most require some college education too.

With that out of the way, let’s move onto the last part with Tucker and why it makes even LESS sense for anyone in their right mind to decide it’s a good idea to make a 14 year old Mayor of a whole town no matter how smart they are! Sorry Tucker, you’re a great kid, but for your sake I hope the mayor thing was more like a “mayor for the day” kind of thing to reward you for saving the world.

Personally I think you should have asked for something more your style such as asking for your own private limo with a driver included until you can get your driver’s license or first dibs on the latest tech for the rest of your life, idk!

Going off of my earlier points, to be fair Tucker has met the residential requirement since I assume he’s lived in Amity Park all his life and has known Danny since the 2nd Grade, maybe even Kindergarten. That also means he’s lived there at least 14 years.

Tucker is not 18 so he can’t legally vote, obviously. So why would they let him become mayor when he’s still just a minor?

Tucker is very smart BUT, he hasn’t graduated high school and therefore doesn’t even HAVE his Diploma yet.

I assume when the show started Danny, Tucker, and Sam were all Freshman and since there have been at least two summer-themed episodes in the series, aka “Reality Trip” and “Claw of the Wild” they were probably only Juniors by the time the series ended.

And there you have it!

In conclusion, no matter how rich and powerful Vlad is I doubt he has the ability to alter enough memories to believably fabricate that he’s been a resident of Amity Park long enough to legally run for Mayor. And Tucker may be a very intelligent teenager, but he just doesn’t meet the other requirements needed to realistically become Mayor. Again I know it’s a kids show, but there’s a limit to how much you can ignore how to make something believable.

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FREAK - FRANK MORRISON X READER

*female reader

*Race Neutral

*TW ; small descriptions of gore, yandereish frank, blood, mentions of murder, mentions of anxiety and severe fear. Minors DNI

The days were winding down quickly, almost taunting you of what's to come. The cold month of February usually brought on the most snow in your little town. The population nothing more than 6000 people, although as the years went on it seemed like the number grew small and smaller. Part of you wondered if your whole town would cease to exist at one point. As if some entity would bring it down.

You pulled yourself out of your thoughts, moving away from the mirror in the bathroom you shared with your uncle. It's design was rather drab and plain, just how Charlie liked it although it'd be weird if it was any other color at this point. You have grown custom to the old scenery within your home. It was comforting.

You grabbed your dirty clothes off the floor, chucking them into wicker basket by the sink, making your way towards the door you were greeted with your uncles face. His bushy brows were raised.

"You'd just take a shower?"

"Yeah I did, don't worry I turned on the fan."

"Good, I don't need the room to be all steamy while I'm taking a shit."

You backed out of the bathroom with a snort, your uncle was always frank. No filter on that mouth of his but it was part of the charm. With a sigh you started heading towards the kitchen. It was just 10 minutes past 9 and the clouds were already in the sky, blocking any and all sunlight that dared shined today. It was never any match for the heavy clouds of rain or it's friends that consist of snow and fog. Chilly temperatures that seeped through your skin and past your bones, hitting you where it hurt most.

You washed your hands at the sink, looking out the window where it showed nothing the endless trees and hills of snow. These trees stretched out for miles, escalating till they reached the top of Ormond. The largest mountain in Canada. Surrounded by a backwater town no one ever heard of.

Every branch was weighed down by the white sparkling powder, it looked beautiful but beyond the shadows something sinister lurked. Creeping by in the dawn of wake, at least that's what the rumor was.

"Tomorrows the 14th, you think your admirer is gonna come again?"

Charlie's tone was nothing short of being playful but to you? The question felt like a itch that couldn't be scratched.

You dreaded thinking about this, cause you asked yourself the same question. Would they come again? Whoever they were and why?

About two years ago, on your birthday you woke up to a rather unsettling sight. It was a cold December morning (just for the sake of the story, pretend your birthday is in December) you looked outside your window from the second story of your house and what you saw was shocking. In the snow was a red heart. Maybe you think it's for someone else but it couldn't be when your name was right underneath it.

Only two questions ran through your head, one, how did this person know your name? And two, what was the red liquid? Was it paint? Food dye? Blood?

You feared the answer to either question but not as much when it happened again on Valentines Day, after that it happened again on your next birthday, same with valentines day. Just your recent birthday is when it seemed to stop, but you couldn't be so sure. It bugged you to no end that this person knew your name, your birthday and where you lived. Everyday felt like a checklist, lock the doors, scout the front yard, look behind your back... This anxiety of being watched was eating you alive and felt like everyone was mocking you. Your uncle somewhat seriously but mainly thought it was just teenage doings. Your friends saw it as a romantic gesture, instead of a threat or personal attack, and the police? They thought you were insane. It was frustrating, no one took you seriously and you starting to doubt everything yourself at this point. Trauma does that to you.

"y/n? You okay kid? You're kinda out of it."

Your eyes darted to your uncles, he stood in the doorway that separated the kitchen and the living room. It felt cold and dark, you started tugging on your shirt sleeves. The black fabric brought a certain comfort to your hands. Nodding, you turned to look at him.

"Yeah, no I'm okay. Still waking up a little."

Your voice waivers, he can tell your on edge. You and Charlie had a close bond, so he picked up on your moods rather quickly. His forehead creased, a sympathetic look crossed his features.

"Your still thinking about it, huh?"

You nodded, arms folding over your chest. That feeling of being watched crept back up, you felt exposed.

"Well, maybe it's a kid from your school? I wouldn't assume the worst y/n. That's a bad way of thinking."

He could be right, it'd make the most sense. Maybe you were negative, maybe it was the anxiety you had since you were little, maybe it was the excitement, nothing ever really happens here in Ormond. Deep down this could be just you wanting something more in life. You tried to calming yourself down, a deep sigh rustling out of you.

"Yeah, maybe you're right. I don't know, it just feels weird."

You decided maybe some food will settle your stomach, you went to the cabinet and pulled out some bagels. Ready to start your Saturday the best you could.



The clock had just striked 8 o'clock, by now it was dark out and your uncle wouldn't be home for an another hour so you were left to your own devices. The snow was falling rapidly on the ground, an inch already covering your yard. It looked feathery and light. The cold air perfectly whispy as the wind roared on, leaving the pine trees to shake in their wake. They looked like a puppet show, each tree black as silhouettes, covered by the dark night. It was a new moon tonight, something you could of enjoyed if your fear hadn't been eating you alive.

You really did try to take your mind off of  things but it wasn't easy. Your mind wasn't one to rest, you overthink a lot and this was something that couldn't possibly pass by you or your mind.

Currently you were curled up on the couch, huddled into a ball with a warm blanket, the t.v. was playing in the background but it felt like it was static to you. All you could do was sit and stare, checking windows and the front door every other hour. The darker the night got, the more your anxiety burned. Your stomach felt like a hollow hole, your chest was heavy. Each beat of your heart felt like the seconds ticking by, almost as if it was racing against the clock. All you wanted was this night to be over.

Ten minutes passed and that's when things started happening, you looked to the left of you where one of the large windows sat. Next to an old bookcase that was adorned with nicknacks and thick books, all of which you read through. Your E/C eyes darted to the window and nearly fell out of your seat. You could of swore you saw a figure. Tall and broad shoulders, a gray hood, covered with a Navy blue jacket.

You could practically feel the bile climbing up your throat. It burned at your esophagus, fear had rattled your heart, leaving it to drum against your ribcage. The stuttering of your breath could of been mistaken for how cold you were, but it was fear.

Rushing to the window you plastered your hands against the glass, the cold caused your warm hands to tingle yet you felt like you were on fire. Your skin was hot and flushed, you wanted to rip off your hoodie.

Frantic orbs scanned the perimeter, seeing nothing but the long lines of trees and and darkness. We're you dreaming? Did your anxiety get that bad to the point you were seeing things? Your legs felt jittery, weak almost. Like they buckle at any moment.

Footprints, you could see footprints that tracked in the snow. Leading to the backyard. Quick to connect the dots, the back was a view you could see from your bedroom. Not that it was much different, the area was heavily wooded but that wasn't the only standing factor. The backyard was usually the place your so called "admirer" left their messages. They were here, you had caught them in the act!

Well, not really. Granted you were still in the house, sitting on the floor as your skin ignited with heat. You ripped off the heavy garment before tossing it to the side, left in a black T-shirt with a skirt and stockings, the cold wooden floor was definitely soothing but it didn't help ease any of your fear nor lessen the feeling of nausea twisting in your stomach.

They were here, you knew that much. You weren't crazy, or imagining things. The fear was real, which made it all the more worse.

With a quick dash, you found yourself in the kitchen raiding one of the drawers. Pulling out a rather sharp kitchen knife. You spotted yourself in its reflection. Wide, shakey eyes darted in every possible direction, seeing if they caught up with you in the home. Did they know you were here? Or did they think you were asleep? So many different possibilities ran through your head. It felt like a rush, your brain made everything feel woozy. The bile was practically in your mouth, your heart was burning.

Above every option you thought about, the one that seemed to make the most sense was to go outside. A scratch that you've been dying to itch for so long. Finally you could know who this person might be, with baited breath you tucked your knife into your side, buried in your skirt before grabbing some slip ons, facing the dark truth. Once and for all.

The cold air was like a shockwave. Instantly your skin was covered in goosebumps. A chill sinking into your flesh, hitting you where it hurts the most. But you continued on, across the street was your neighbors house. All the lights were off which meant they had been asleep, pale lights from the street lamps flickered on and off. A few moths circled around each pole. The snow had stopped completely and you felt alone. It was desolate on your street and your not sure how to feel about it.

You found yourself following the trail of Muddy footsteps, whoever this person may be, they definitely weren't clean. The tracks in the snow were large, gritty. They must be wearing boots. That definitely didn't help the sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You stopped, there was it was. The red heart in clean white snow. It was splattered almost perfectly. Crimson red deep in icy thickness. The letter "I" Was before the heart and after it was the letter "U". I love you. Underneath it all? There layed your name ever so delicately, as if it was written with care. You swallowed the vomit in your mouth. You felt raw.

There was no mistaking what the color could possibly be. Too thick to be paint and too dark to be food dye. That was blood, the crimson color always ran deep, all of this felt surreal. You had to be dreaming, this wasn't real. You were imagining it all, why would anyone do this? The fear was getting to you, distorting all of your vision. Black dots floated around your vision as your breath slowed. We're you dying? Or are you gonna pass out? You couldn't tell. All you could feel was a blanket of nerves draping over you, collapsing into the snow, your whole body felt light. It was so warm yet so cold, and soft. God was the snow always this soft?

Wait, no you shouldn't fall asleep here. What's that saying? Don't fall asleep in the snow unless you never plan to wake up? But how could anyone resist? You felt ethereal. Like a bunch of morphine had been injected in your system and it was taking it's course.

Before your eyelids were too heavy, all you saw was your vision spinning slowly. The dark sky was perfect in your view, an ocean of stars reflecting with the crystal snow. Every bit of fear had left your body but deep in your psyche you were still scared. The fear was hidden away from the heavy feeling in your body. You were too tired to do anything.

A masked man had came into your view, peering down at you with heavy breathing. The mask had been a simple design, two eyes with a smile. It looked dirty and worn, multiple scratches had craved deep in its plastic interior. A swipe of blood across that mouth. What stood out the most was a tattoo along this persons neck, you feel like you've seen it somewhere. Maybe it was a dream? But before you could figure it out, your eyelids gave out. Only left with hearing the last thing your heard before you slipped into the abyss of darkness was heavy breathing and the sigh of your name.

Authors note ;

So I finally posted something 👉🏻👈🏻🥺, the ending is rather vague so you can imagine how the scenario might of ended, as always if you wish this to be written in either a different gender reader (male, female, non-binary, demis, I mean any and all) or maybe race specific just shoot me a pm! I hope you like it lol, I spent like three days on this and tumblrs formatting is kinda weird compared to wattpad so forgive me if I did this wrong lol.

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#dbd #deadbydaylight #dbdxreader #frank morrison #frank morrison x reader #the legion #the legion dbd #the legion x reader #i just had to write about him #i plan on doing susie next since shes best girl 🥴

[cobraghost]

@vinyldanceparty​ // for sayu’s crew!

Billy isn’t usually   one to linger around self declared haters of rock ... but regardless of if they hated rock or not, those kids were talented! He couldn’t help but stick around, listening to their music sessions -- even if it did almost remind him of the pop he used to sing, it was still loads better than he’d ever expected them to be... part of him worries if they would ever dethrone him, but he tries to stomp down those feelings. Let’s not get envious of another teenager ... or four. It’s just a bad look on him.

Still, he’s pretty aware that they can’t see him. Proof? They always ignored when he tried to speak to them, and phased through him quite often. Nothing he did ever seemed to catch their attention, besides one or two moments where they questioned why something was randomly floating. But they didn’t seem to even consider it could have been a ghost. So, that means he could get away with raiding their food pantry and cabinets whenever he wanted. They’re bound to notice something going on EVENTUALLY, right? 

... Well, they did, but not in the way that he’d expected.

Stealing another jar of peanut butter and bringing it to his hangout in their studio, he sticks his finger in it -- only to pull a very displeased, disgusted face a moment later. He looked like a baby trying a lemon for the first time -- and got so  mad that his whole face turned a deep red. Storming off to the recording part of the studio, where they were all working on Sayu’s next song, he started lecturing the group harshly on buying SMOOTH peanut butter, NOT crunchy -- only to stop in his tracks when they turned their heads his way, each and every face full of utter confusion and bafflement. It takes him a moment to stop ranting about the wrong kind of pb being bought before he realizes that they’re following his every movement ... and when he does, his anger vaporizes. Gone is his annoyance -- replacing it is a blank stared face, lips pursed and voice now silenced. He waves his finger back and forth -- watching as their eyes follow. He asks how many fingers he’s holding up. and when he gets a correct answer .... oh, it all falls into place. Slowly, he grins -- a genuine grin, one full of SO much excitement.

“Hey, wait a minute..... You know what this means? You guys CAN see me! Why didn’t you guys act like it sooner?!”

#CLOSED STARTER ~☆ #I hope this works !! #i don't mean to control muses btw #not my intention when writing that #if u want it removed pls lmk !!

[kireii-writes]

can we PLEASEEEE get HC's of Hisoka as an older brother to reader? >~

oh boy, here we go, on an adventure to see what hisoka’s like as an older brother

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note: some parts are adapted from the one-shot prequel “hisoka’s past”, you can skip to the adult part too <3

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as young kids: 

- like any other normal older brother, young hisoka would feel a sense of responsibility towards you. 

- this means that whenever you got into trouble with the other kids, hisoka would come to your rescue. 

- feeling upset? he’ll perform card tricks just for you. feeling angry? hisoka would pull funny faces at you or tickle you until you’re smiling again. 

- unlike other kids, hisoka would stay in a corner all by himself, all the while silently observing people and he would most likely judge them internally. 

- although he’s a loner, he has no objections to you mixing around the other kids your age, so long as you stay safe.

- hisoka would try his best to teach you some self-defense techniques in case he isn’t there when you need him. and these self-defense techniques mainly consist of inflicting some kind of hurt on the attacker, and then running away as fast as you can. 

- after hisoka joined the moritonio troupe, he would often sneak you into wherever he was performing at for the night, and give you a show you’ll never forget. coming from a poor family, young hisoka would do anything he can as an older brother to make you happy. 

- after developing his nen ability, hisoka would come up with new ways to entertain you, like attaching his bungee gum to an object and swinging it around. the way your eyes would sparkle in amazement at how hisoka could send things his way without attaching anything to it would also make him swell with pride. 

- as the both of you slowly grew older, the views hisoka had was different from you. while you preferred going into the city to look for a job, settle down, and live your life, hisoka decided to head towards a life of fighting to earn money. as a result, hisoka left home when he was a teenager, but promised to return home one day. 

as adults: 

- adult hisoka is just a pain in the ass. ever since you came to the city and managed to locate him to give him your address, he’s been popping in and out of your apartment at random times. 

- you could be sleeping when suddenly a loud knock would startle you. or you could be in the middle of watching your favorite show and hisoka would climb up your bedroom window and appear in front of you out of nowhere, giving you a heart attack.

- of course, he’s going to crash at your place whenever he feels like it and leave as he pleases, and there is no knowing when he would reappear again.

- whenever he spends the weekend at your apartment, he raids your entire kitchen and finishes all the snacks you’ve bought for yourself. when you yell at him, he gives you a cheeky grin and changes the subject. of course, he’s going to leave his dirty laundry everywhere and never help you with the household chores even though he makes 90% of the mess, until you glare at him. 

- he’s not the best at household chores, and you wonder how he got by all these years. the dishes would take forever to be washed, because hisoka thought it would be a good idea to grab a snack halfway while washing the dishes.

- after making him clean up all the mess he made, the both of you would sit down and chat like the good old days, all the while filling each other in on what has happened over the past few years. 

- hisoka would ask if you have anyone that you’re interested in/is interested in you. yes? he’ll jokingly comment something like “that’s too bad, you can never see them again if they’re dead.” before winking at you. your answer is no? he’s going to tease you and say “i have all the good genes after all.” 

- like old times, hisoka would perform magic tricks for you in your living room. if you’re feeling up to it, hisoka would gladly teach you nen, and show you all the tricks he can do with his bungee gum. 

- on days where you do not need to go to work, hisoka would appear on your doorstep, asking to be let in. with all the money he earns from heavens arena, he could easily afford to pamper himself. this means dragging you to spas and massages, and if you don’t want to step out of your house, he’ll go out and buy facial masks for the both of you. 

- surprisingly, he’s a decent cook, so you would sometimes come home to either an aroma of flavors-  or the smell of burnt food and a sheepish hisoka standing in the middle of your kitchen. 

- he loves to raid your makeup (if you wear any), as well as your accessories. he’ll wear your hairband (especially the ones with the cat ears) and parade around the house, sometimes even wearing it out if you’re with him just to embarrass you. you honestly cannot tell who’s the older sibling now.

- having hisoka as an older brother would mean many gossip sessions- usually from him, since he’s always roaming about and still carrying on his habits of silently observing people from one corner. 

- despite his cheeky nature and child-like ways when it comes to you, hisoka would get angry when someone hurts you. he’ll hunt that person down and make sure they suffer 10x more unless you tell him not to.

- at the end of the day, he’s going to ruffle your head like he does when you and him were still kids. no matter how much he makes fun of you, he’s secretly proud of you for being able to create a stable life for yourself.

#anime #hxh x reader #hxh scenarios #hxh headcanons #hxh imagines #hxh hisoka #hunterxhunter #hisoka x reader #hisoka

[sidehugsnsideblogs]

FCSU# 65 Proceed with the Proceedings

Penny and Becca decided to stay in Newport to watch the proceedings. Becca had been very close to Allen Jr when they were kids so she wanted to see his trial especially. While she definitely agreed that no sixteen year old should be married, she did hope they'd go easy on her brother because he was only nineteen himself. In the end, Allen Jr was let off with a comparatively light sentence, three years in prison and no contact with his wife or child until Natalie turned eighteen. Becca tried to say hi to his during recess, but he wouldn’t even make eye contact.

Caylen Brown also had a teenage bride, a Culton daughter named Affinity. Since she wasn't pregnant at the time of the raid, Caylen was able to argue that their union hadn't been consummated yet. He claimed that he too was uncomfortable with his new wife's age and planned to wait till her eighteenth birthday to “Get close to her.” It was a bold-faced lie but it worked. He got one year probation and no contact with Affinity till her eighteenth birthday, which was the following month.

Jonathon Culton was given twenty years in prison for marrying and impregnating his teenage niece, Clarity. He argued that the in the church a woman is ready for marriage when God himself says so. His unremorseful attitude contributed to his long sentence. He also had several outbursts during his trial claiming that as a woman the judge held “no rightful authority” over him. Needless to say, Judge Houda wasn’t very impressed.

The FCSU lawyer motioned to delay the two remaining trials-Elden Brown and Royce Culton’s. Royce’s trial was delayed because he kept filing motions to make certain evidence inadmissible in the trial. Elden’s was delayed due to health reasons. He fared poorly in prison and ended up developing pneumonia. Not wanting to responsible for the death of an elderly man, he was released to a hospital to await his trial. His wives Charlene and Nina visited him everyday.

Once he recovered, Elden stood trial for aiding and abetting a fugitive and endangerment of a child. He was issued a steep fine, which was paid by the church, and vanished. Word amongst the survivors was that Elden had purchased another compound somewhere to be the new New Place. The location was kept secret and there was a new series of hoops to jump through to gain entrance.

While they completed their parenting classes Charlene, Nina and their children lived in a cramped, rented house in the suburbs of Newport. The time spent together resulted in an uneasy truce between the two. The pressure to qualify for the next compound was so intense that the two women decided to agree with each other and be perfectly obedient so they could be sent to the new Zion.

On Royce’s orders Rachel would travel between homes and give FCSU members their assignments. The church was being separated into three tiers representing Earth, Sky and Heaven. The lowest rank were called Brethren of Earth. These were the folks Royce blamed most for the raid. They were often taken to small houses/apartments to live alone, writing letters of repentance to Royce. If they did everything just so, they might be reunited with their families. This category included the Construction Crew who would build up the new compound only to find they weren’t allowed to live there. 

The second tier was called The Brethren of Sky and could only wear shades of blue. These members were allowed to live on the compound, but only as servants. They were not to speak to anyone outside their rank and were responsible for producing enough food to sustain the compound. They too would write letters to the Prophet repenting for their sins as well as reporting on any wrongdoing in the home. 

The top tier was The Brethren of Heaven. They wore formal wear at all times, white dresses and suits. The Prophet alone could determine one’s rank. Even the Brethren of Heaven were required to write letters, though mostly to relay gossip to Royce. The first to qualify were his closest daughters and wives. But as quickly as Royce could elevate a person, he could also demote them, sending them away from the Promiseland to solitary to repent. Peoples’ rank seemed to shift daily. 

Though all of Royce Culton’s minor daughters quickly made top tier, Farrah and Evangeline were held behind and instructed to write letters to the judge, stating that they full consented to their marriages and wanted their husband released from prison. Since they were the “victims” of Royce’s case, they hoped that repeatedly stating their support for him would have some kind of bearing on his trial. They were to spend all day everyday praying for the Prophet’s deliverance, they couldn’t even speak to each other.

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